#Anyways yeah enjoy i guess

[hmmbo]

profane form.

[archive-rat]

back from art break with even more block men

[guiiay]

quanxi

[butchcarmy]

Omg do you have any more to say about sub carmy??? Literally obsessed with the idea😵‍💫

I’m sorry. I had too much to say.

Rating: Explicit (2.3k)

Tags: sub carmy, overstimulation, edging, use of toys (cock ring), praise kink, dom/sub dynamics, cum play, riding, oral (both), face sitting

It’s unreal, the way Carmy unravels so easily at your touch. With the rights words, he’ll come on the spot. It’s hot, but frustrating for you, not because you’re mad at him for coming, but because you’ve never quite had your fill playing with him. Luckily, the two of you figure out a solution:

A cock ring.

“How it feel? Not too tight, is it?” After lubing Carmy’s cock and the toy up, you’ve slipped the silicone ring at the base of his shaft, fitted right above his balls. He’s starting to harden in your slippery hands.

“No, it’s good. Just right,” Carmy sighs. He’s leaned back against a pile of cushions on your bed, clothes shucked to the side. Your eyes follow the rise and fall of his chest before looking back at his cock. Your hands itch to squeeze at his chest, run your fingers through the little curls there, but not right now. You can’t.

“I’ve set a timer for 20 minutes.” You’re walking him through it again as you start corkscrewing your fist up and down his length. He nods through little breathy moans, his curls falling into his face. “If you need to take the ring off before then, what do you say?”

“I’ll say red,” Carmy answers obediently. “Green is good, yellow is slow down.”

“Good boy,” you praise, pleased. Just for that, you kiss the tip of his hardened cock, and his breath hitches. “You’re so good, letting me play with you like this. I’m so lucky.”

“Mm, I think, I think I’m the lucky one,” he mumbles with an amused smile.

“Maybe we both are.”

“Yeah, maybe—ah—“ His words dissolves into a soft moan when he feels the heat of your mouth enclosing around the head of his cock.

It’s such a turn on to see him to like this, to be the one making him like this. As you suck and lick up and down the underside of his length, running your tongue along the bulging veins, Carmy sings for you, breathy and sweet. It makes your stomach broil, your pussy pulsing under your panties.

“It’s only been a couple minutes,” you tease, popping off his cock. You lick at your lips to break the strings of saliva that connect you to him.

“S-Seriously?” Carmy leans his flushed face into one of the pillows with a deep sigh. “I’m not gonna last…”

“Oh, but you will.” As a reminder, your fingers trace the ring snug around his cock. It’s doing its job perfectly. His erection is stiff and pumped with arousal as ever, just what it looks like when he’s about to come, but he can’t. You won’t let him, not until the 20 minutes are up. “Give me a color, Carmy.”

“G-Green,” he stammers, eyes glued onto you. You’re peeling off your sticky underwear and moving to straddle his hips.

“Mm, good.” You’re warming lube in your hands before rubbing it on your pussy and his cock. You’re gonna be riding him for a while, and time is of the essence. “You ready for me?”

“Yes, please,” he whispers, polite and perfect. Who are you to deny that?

“Oh, Carmy baby, you’re so hard for me…” Your folds bracket his bulbous, shiny tip, rubbing all over it. He makes a weak noise as you sink down on him, your hole slowly stretching around him. The lube makes it easier, quicker.

“Fuck,” Carmy whines, chest raising up and down steadily. You’re fully seated on his cock, and liquid heat fills every space inside you. You’re panting, adjusting to his thickness, squeezing and wetting his cock.

“Does it feel good inside me?” You ask, voice sweet and quiet. You run your thumb down his cute little happy trail.

“Feels so good,” Carmy pants, “so hot.”

“I can feel you twitching in my pussy, Carmy.” He makes a small, high pitched noise at that, somewhere in the back of his throat. “You wanna come already?”

“Yeah,” he whines, hips jutting forward into you. It hits a soft spot that makes you stagger, pause for a second to catch your breath.

“Well, too bad,” you whisper, and you start moving.

You start slow, almost unbearably slow. You drag yourself up his cock until just the head is snug inside you. You let yourself squeeze on it for a couple seconds, just to make him moan, before sliding back down the entirety of his length. It’s gradual, it’s steady, and it’s bringing Carmy to tears.

“I wanna come,” he whines, desperate. He’s strewn messily across the sheets. You think his cock’s gotten even harder inside of you.

“You’re not even halfway yet,” you scold him, and he makes a needy noise of protest. “Do you want to stop already?” You know you’re being mean, but you can’t help it. Not when he gets like this.

“N-No. I don’t.”

“Then be a good boy and take it.” You keep riding him at that slow, torturous pace, but you bring one of your hands up his chest. “You what to say when you want to stop. Give me a color.”

“…Green,” he whispers, little beads of tears in the corners of his eyes, and you smile.

Of course. You keep riding him, your pussy slowly and softly sucking up and down his throbbing cock, and he takes it, keeps taking it all.

“You’re so pretty like this, you know.” You start rolling around one his nipples under the pad of your thumb, and his whole body tightens up. “So pretty, so lovely.”

And he really is. God, he really is. You ogle openly at the ways the muscles in his arm go rigid when he fists the sheets, white-knuckles and tight. His tattoos move with the shift in his muscles. The hand that’s playing with his nipples moves to trace the faded triangle of ink on his chest.

“I wanna come on your pretty cock, baby,” you whisper to him, like it’s a confession. He whines at your words, bucking up into you, and you stifle a moan. “Can you handle it?”

“Mm, I, I don’t, I dunno,” he pants helplessly. There’s beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “H-How much longer?”

“You’re almost halfway now,” you inform him with a pleased, almost devious tone to it, and his whimper is so desperate and pathetic it makes you pulse. You’ve never seen him so worked up like this, never felt him so hard inside you like this before.

“Only halfway?” He repeats weakly, eyes momentarily squeezing shut. “Fuck—fuck—okay.” He breathes in deeply in a poor attempt to steady himself, but it doesn’t seem to do much.

“Such a good boy,” you moan, “so good for me.” One of your hands is rubbing at your clit now, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. It seems Carmy can feel it, too, with the way his louder and louder moans are timed with the tightening of your pussy. He’s rutting into you to no avail, chasing an orgasm he can’t have. The push of his cock into your hole makes an audible slick noise, over and over.

You lean down to seal your mouth against his bitten, moaning lips, and Carmy moans like an angel into your mouth. It’s messy, hasty, liquid and hot with your tongues gliding against each others. He tastes so good on your tongue. Spit’s smearing all over your mouth, down your chin, but you don’t care at all. Neither does he.

“Fuck, oh, Carmy, I’m gonna come,” you realize, the winding screw in your belly twisting tighter and tighter with each thrust. You pull back to look at him, and you’re squeezing down even tighter at the sight. His eyes are half-lidded and teary, wet and overwhelmed, and his kissed lips are reddened and glossy with your spit. Or his. It doesn’t matter. An even pink flush colors his face. He looks well-fucked, and just looking at him like this is what makes you come.

“God—shhhit—“ Carmy’s mouth hangs open in an o as you orgasm tightly around his cock. He’s gasping for dear life, chest heaving with the effort of it. “Oh my god—“

“So fucking p-perfect—so pretty—“ you’re seated and rutting on his cock through your orgasm that rips through you, blinding you from everything except for Carmy. “J-Just seeing like you like this, it, it makes me come—god, you sound so pretty—“

He moans raggedly from your praise. His thrusts have become much more forceful, much needier. He grinds in you for the rest of your orgasm, reveling in every contraction your pussy has to give.

You’re still seated on his cock when you’re finished coming. Carmy’s at his limit, pleading endlessly for you to let him come. He’s clearly so hard and wound up he can hardly think anymore.

“Please let me come, fuck, please,” Carmy begs. There’s faint tear tracks on his cheeks, a testament to how far gone he is. “I tried, I, I just can’t anymore—I need to come—“

“Shh, baby, I got you,” you soothe him, sloppily pressing kisses to his whining lips. You slide slowly off of him and lower your hands to take off the cock ring. Before you do, you soak in the sight of him rigid and covered in your cream. He’s so hard it looks a little painful. “You did so good for me… I’ll even let you choose where you wanna come. You wanna come on my face? In my mouth?”

“I wanna come on your pussy,” Carmy pleads, immediately honest in his desperate haze, and it sends a dull jolt through you. Fuck.

“So dirty, Carm,” you murmur, breathless with how turned on that made you. You position yourself between him, angling him towards your pussy. “Of course. Anything you want. I can’t wait to see you come. I’m gonna take the ring off now, okay? Come all over my pussy like a good boy.”

With careful fingers, you pull the silicone ring off of his throbbing cock. You barely get it off before white cum shoots out of his cock.

Carmy practically sobs as he comes. You’ve never heard him cry like this before. You’re gentle as you stroke him through his searing orgasm, thinking he must be impossibly sensitive. His entire body shakes as he comes, as the pleasure rips through him.

His cock spurts over and over, covering your pussy in ropes of cum. You push your hips forward and use one hand to spread your tender folds. When his warm come hits your pussy, globs gelling over your clit, you moan from the sensation. He’s coming so much…

His cock releases a couple more weak squirts to dribble down your hand before softening. Carmy’s strewn limply across the bed, taking in deep, steady breaths. His expression is dazed, the look of someone that got fucked hard.

You shuffle towards him, knees still on either side of him when you lean down to peck his face. He makes a little noise of acknowledgement.

“Must’ve felt good, hm?” You smile as his blissful expression flashes with embarrassment. “Never heard you sound like that…”

“Good is an understatement,” Carmy laughs, voice a little hoarse. “I’ve never…felt anything like that. Holy fuck. That was just…”

“Yeah? It looked like it felt really good.” Cum drips down your pussy and off onto his lower stomach, and that makes the two of you look down.

“Let me see.” His eyes are stuck to your pussy, covered in his come. “Closer, please.”

With him laying down still, you straddle further up his torso, legs parted around his waist. You watch his face as you snake a hand down to your pussy, covered in his cum. Your fingers smear his fluid over your folds, bringing them up to your clit, rubbing it slowly… Your hand’s all sticky with both of your orgasms. And through it all, Carmy’s eyes track your hand, entranced.

“You like what you see?” You tease, and the joking way you say it makes the both of you laugh.

“Very much so.” Carmy reaches out and gently swipes his thumb over your cum-smeared clit, and you stiffen. “Fuck…you’re so wet…“

“Mm, yeah,” you say breathily. His thumb’s rubbing your wet clit back and forth. “Hhah—Carmy—“

“Let me clean you up?” His other hands runs up your thigh, squeezes at your ass. “You don’t have to, but I, I really want you to sit on my face.” His thumb presses down harder, and you whine.

“You’re, um, not too worn out? Ah—“ You feel two long fingers pump inside of you, once, twice before sliding out. You gasp.

“I mean, kinda, but…” Carmy brings his glistening fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. His eyes shut briefly as he revels in the taste of you. His fingers pop out completely clean. Fuck. “I wanna see how you taste with my cum.”

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. Your arousal is swirling thickly again inside of you, something fierce and devastating. “Yes, god, okay. Please.”

That’s how you end up coming again, riding his face and smearing your cum and his all over his nose, cheeks, and mouth. His tongue is so warm and soft against your pussy, licking over every fold and crevice. You grind your needy clit against the surface of his tongue, stuck out just for you.

When you finally stop grinding your pussy against his face and pull back, you’re greeted with an even better sight than before. He has this pleased, dazed smile on his flushed, messy face, like he doesn’t even care that his skin is covered in fluids. He probably doesn’t care at all—knowing him, he’s reveling in the feeling.

“You’re my good boy, Carm,” you praise him, chest full of affection at the sight of him, and he hums back, just as affectionate.

[1driedpersimmon]

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The story continues…

[skimmeh]

The ppl being yucky and pretentious about not liking this season of life series. :) you know thoughts can stay in your head without putting down ppl who put alot of work into these series in the process

Like a friend of mine said, 'grian doesn't have to make a life series' it's super weird to say he and other ppl working on the series are ruining it, when you could always stop watching and not be a dick :)

[storfulsten]

hhhm

[emin-folly]

Imagine that there's this person whose whole thing is being without fear and the fandom decides he's afraid of a dude in a fursuit.

Fandom Logic (tm)

I think it comes down to primarily two reasons, one being because people think it's funny

They think it's funny that this character without fear can suddenly be afraid of this human Bat guy. If it was just a few people in the fandom doing this, it wouldn't be nearly as bad; people are after all allowed to do whatever they want, even if we don't like it. The problem lies in where the actual comic writers start adapting this as canon as it's a huge disservice to Hal's character

The second reason is just basically these people legitimately think Hal should be afraid of Bruce because he's ~The Batman~ (which, again, you're allowed to think that, just know that's not really in character for Hal....like at all)

The whole deal with Bruce is that, both in universe and in real life, he's designed to terrify low level criminals: thugs, crooks, any unsavory person who wanders the Gotham alleyways. That's the environment Bruce works the best in. Where he can easily slip into the shadows, where he can become the night and make himself out to be a monster he wants to be. The only people who should be afraid of Batman are the ordinary hoods and criminals that infest cities

But when you suddenly stick him in a brightly lit room like the Hall of Justice next to all these colorful superheroes, that's where his effectiveness pretty much stops. All his tactics and methods to scare people don't really work here. Suddenly, he's just some guy in a bat getup with a scowly mask on. And these are seasoned superheroes, they don't scare easily, especially the ones with powers like speedsters or Kryptonians. Bruce is out of his element. Everything he does to try to act scary should look comical and silly at best

And as for Hal, I think we can all agree that Hal has definitely seen some shit. He goes off into deep space, for months up to a year or so. Who knows what kind of unimaginable horrors he's had to deal with?? Going a bit into headcanon area, but I think that if Hal wasn't desensitized before, he definitely is now. He's not afraid of space Cthulhu and he is not gonna be afraid of a bat furry who furrows his eyebrows really hard. Hal isn't scared of anything--physical, that is. And I feel like Hal is definitely the kind of person who sees straight through Bruce's BS posturing, Bruce's whole act just doesn't work on Hal.

Unfortunately, just like a tornado, any character who comes close to a Bat gets dealt major damage and we're still picking up the pieces and trying to set things straight again OTL

[hazele-omega]

Hello Tumblr I present to you a redraw of a piece from 2023, feat. Chaos (NMS avatar character) fighting a corrupted sentinel

I really liked the concept of the original piece and figured I should give it another shot now that I have Lighting Skills...

Original/comparison under cut

[odo-apologist]

Alright I know that the whole "Alexander the Great's chief eunuch" bit is already a lot to unpack and (rightfully!) has garnered a lot of attention but I think we do too quickly gloss over that Rimmer found this out by "getting friendly" with a hypnotherapist he's on a first name basis with?? Like am I crazy or is that crazy too

[deoidesign]

Day by day Year by year Things get a little bit better If I'm brave enough to be myself And strong enough to figure out who that is

[aoiveaeart]

🌷|| 𝐿𝒶 𝐵𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝒸𝒾 ||🌷

[prismartist]

session six was SUCH a good episode for bigb. he went red. got TWO kills. he's on proper good terms with cleo FINALLY. he broke up with ren. he killed TWO PEOPLE. gem called him the best killer on the server right now and that is vindicating. this is the first time he's properly gone out and been Red. and i am so happy for him. praying he survives til the last sesh 🙏🏼

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

Asunder

slow-paced high fantasy

a woman who has a contract with an eldritch entity allowing her to see the dead & survives by taking various jobs

when a job searching for stranded smugglers in a cave goes wrong, she ends up with the soul of a dying stranger bound to her shadow

along with a scholar and her old childhood friend, they travel to his home country to find a way to unbind him and save them both

dark fantasy world with gods, demonic entities, arcane magic, and semi-sentient beasts used as transport

[1driedpersimmon]

I started watching Trigun a few days ago and it’s been a blast so far

[thesketchystar]

I saw the outfits meme, so if you're still taking requests...

Could you do Sebastian Solace in C4?

Pretty please and thank you!

your wish is my command ✨