#Either way

[mgu-h]

the level of cuteness aggression i feel toward max in his lil quadrant racing suit is diabolical

[swan2swan]

Sammy Gutierrez + Beating the Stuffin' Outta Folks Who Deserve It

[babylonqaf]

it's missing dead boy detectives hour 😔😔😔

[rocketplane]

Mia, that's gorgeous. I know it's a commission, but is there any chance of a print?

okay here's the video from the tiktok post from earlier!

Like I said I appreciate the clickthrough but this is being posted in straightup video format for all of yall who ain't going over there

[shadelorde]

also hey people who have been wishing for a tomodachi life 2 for years now HOW ARE WE DOING GANG

[hexafu]

When there’s so much passion built up that’s not going anywhere it just incinerates you

[riachuelowii]

[heeheeswifey]

yippee (i wrote majority of ts what are you on ABOUTTT)

nerd!sunghoon headcannons

MDNI!!

nerds cant fuck, or can they?

huge thanks to my sister for helping me out w this one, luv u bby @hoonieswifeyy 👅💕

nerd!sunghoon who can't help but steal glances at you during lectures.

nerd!sunghoon whos a bit of a perv, glancing down to see if he can catch a glimpse of what's under your skirt.

nerd!sunghoon who helps you with your work in class.

nerd!sunghoon who trails behind you everywhere you go on campus, like a lost puppy..

nerd!sunghoon who musters up the courage to talk to you, asking you about your hobbies, and whatnot..

nerd!sunghoon who finds out you love penguins!!

nerd!sunghoon who finally got your number.

nerd!sunghoon who got invited to watch one of your -- games, maybe you've grown fond of him..

nerd!sunghoon who's efforts to be with you finally paid off.

nerd!sunghoon whos eating you out in one of the gym showers after everyone's gone, as a reward for winning your game.

"mmf- am I doing this r-right?" He asks, before looking up at you, the hot water cascading down your bodies. he flicked his tongue, muscular arms holding you up against the wall. "y-yeah..so good, 'hoonie..juuust- like that.." you whined, head thrown back due to the pleasure he was causing.

He moved his head up so he could get a better angle on you, his tongue licking a trail up and down, occasionally flicking over your clit, teasing you with just enough pressure to drive you crazy, but not enough to give you any semblance of release. "You taste amazing, princess.." he whimpers out, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was driving you wild with need, his hands holding you up firm as he started to lose control, his mind now consumed with only you, and your pussy.

his hand trailed up, before prodding at your entrance with his middle and ring finger. he looked up, pulling away for a moment, before spitting on his fingers, pushing it into your aching cunt. He groaned at the feeling of you clenching around his fingers as he pushed into you, and he couldn't resist the urge to curl them up, trying to reach just the right spot in you as his mouth continued to work on your clit. He pulled back, letting a fat, wet glob of spit fall from his lips, as he watched in dribble down your folds, mouth attaching to your clit, tongue lapping up your juices hungrily. He felt the beginnings of your orgasm beginning to build, and he could tell that it was going to be a powerful one, and he wanted to push you over the edge, just with his touch.

"princess, i could eat you all day, mmf..- so wet, and so fucking delicious.." he groaned, lips attaching to your clit as he sucked, hard. just then, his fingers slid into you hole again, moving and curling up to reach your sweet spot. "are you close yet, beautiful? can you c-cum on my tongue f'me? like a good girl.?" He questioned, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring you over the edge. suddenly, sunghoon felt you squirt, all over his face. the gush of liquid took him by surprise, but he pulled away, using his fingers to rub over your folds, encouraging more of your release. you tried catching your breath, before feeling his lips wrap around you swollen nub. "n-no, too- mmhnn~ sensitive!-" you moan out, before he pulled away, gently placing your feet on the ground again, the water streaming down both your bodies, before his lips connected to yours in a needy, desperate kiss. his tongue intertwined with yours, before he moved away, holding you close by the waist. "you did so good, baby.. can i give you some more.?" he asks, not waiting for a response, before pinning you to one of the glass doors, perky tits pressing against the cold glass. anyone passing by could see, hut sunghoon could care less.

He thrusted his fingers into your cunt, desperately sucking at you, trying to push you over the edge. he pulled his fingers out and focused on your clit, teasing it as his tongue slipped in between your folds. He was now licking you more eagerly, lapping at your cunt, as he looked at you with lustful eyes. He wanted to go slow, but he also wanted to make you feel good. He wasn't sure what he was doing, but he sure was enjoying himself while doing it. "Like this? Does this feel good?" he whispers, looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. "'hoonie..t-too good, a-ahn..!~" you cry out, fingers gripping his hair tight as you tried pushing him away, thighs closing in around his head. but he didn't let up, prying your thighs open, pushing his head further between them, as he spread your wetness, trying to bury himself impossibly deeper into your aching core, lips sucking at your core, tongue flicking over your clit, as he teasongky pushed him thumb into you dripping hole. he felt it, you were so close, all he had to was push you over the edge.

"princess, i could eat you all day, mmf..- so wet, and so fucking delicious.." he groaned, lips attaching to your clit as he sucked, hard. just then, his fingers slid into you hole again, moving and curling up to reach your sweet spot. "are you close yet, beautiful? can you c-cum on my tongue f'me? like a good girl.?" He questioned, his fingers and tongue working in tandem to bring you over the edge. suddenly, sunghoon felt you squirt, all over his face. the gush of liquid took him by surprise, but he pulled away, using his fingers to rub over your folds, encouraging more of your release. you tried catching your breath, before feeling his lips wrap around you swollen nub. "n-no, too- mmhnn~ sensitive!-" you moan out, before he pulled away, gently placing your feet on the ground again, the water streaming down both your bodies, before his lips connected to yours in a needy, desperate kiss. his tongue intertwined with yours, before he moved away, holding you close by the waist. "you did so good, baby.. can i give you some more.?" he asks, not waiting for a response, before pinning you to one of the glass doors, perky tits pressing against the cold glass. anyone passing by could see, but sunghoon could care less.

"sorry for making you wait too long, baby..I'll make it up to you." he speaks, one hand grabbing your hip, the other pulling your head back, his mouth attacking your neck. he felt you move your backside against him , mouth suckling at your shoulder, before his other hand groped your breast. he thumbed at your sensitive nipple, pinching it between your fingers, before pressing you against the door once more. he held your hips, looking down before aligning his hard, lengthy cock with your entrance, gently pushing the tip in, before he slipped out, coating himself in your wetness, the head nudging at your sensitive bud. he pushed in once more, a sigh escaping his lips as he entered you for the first time, and- oh. you were so warm, and tight, and your walls clenching down on him like there was no tomorrow. he hadn't had good pussy in ages, he wasn't planning to hold back at all. "you're so tight..'nd wet, baby..-is it all f'me? for hoonie?" he says, before burying himself to the hilt, a desperate whine slipping from his lips. he thrusted gently, cockhead sliding against your cervix. "h-hoonie..'ts so big.." you say, in a breathless tone, feeling your knees buck, clit pulsing for attention. he kept thrusting, angling his hips at a different angle, trying to aim himself to hit the spot that made you go crazy.

a string of moans and cries escaped your kiss-bitten lips, as you tried your best not to fall, feeling your legs shake uncontrollably, his hips slamming against yours with renowned fervor. he grabbed one of your legs, keeping it slung over his arm, before thrusting harder than before, his tip hitting the spongy spot inside of your cunt with every thrust. "all mine.. you're all mine now, princess.." he whispered into your ear, leaning forward to suck at your earlobez his thrusts never stopping. "y-yours, hoonie! 'm jus' for you- mmnhh~" you moaned, feeling your body push against the glass with each thrust, eyes rolling into the back of your head, orgasm inching closer and closer. at that moment, his thrusts got rougher, piercing gaze locked onto where you both were connected, seeing the white ring of cum around the base of his cock.

he kneaded your ass, fingers digging into the flesh as he spread them apart, spitting onto your cunt once more. he leaned down, tongue licking at your ear before he spoke. "can you squirt f'me again, darling? wan' t'see you make a mess of my cock.." he whispers, free hand moving down to your dripping wetness, his middle finger rubbing tight circles harshly on your clit. "'m close..o-oh fuck!-~" you moaned, before he felt your walls clench down on him tightly, before he had to pull out, seeing you coat his lower abdomen, and his hardness with the warm liquid spurting out of your wetness. he rubbed your clit sideways, in a fast motion. he muttered praises in your ear, not even waiting for you to come down from your high, sliding his cockhead between your folds, pushing into your hole once more. "sorry, princess..I know your sensitive, can you wait a bit for me.?- mmfh..~ 'jus a littlee bit more.." he says, thrusts turning sloppier, and sloppier, before he pushed himself balls deep in your cunt, feeling your cunt contract around his cock repeatedly, as he reached his peak. he pumped his fat cock into you, riding out his high, all whilst pushing his seed deeper into your dripping hole. he slowly pulled his softening cock out of your used hole, before pushing his thumb into your dripping hole. "wait..'need to get this back in here.."

nerd!sunghoon who officially made you his girlfriend, giving you a big penguin plushie! (he'll ruin you when it's looking, btw.)

[ink-n-shadow]

Thinkin’ about Price, who’s on med leave and under strict orders not to engage in any strenuous activity, begging his controversially young wife to take pity on an old man and fuck him.

Your daughter is born nine months later. You like to joke she exists bc your husband was actually home long enough to put a baby in you.

NOW YOU GOT ME THINKIN ANON—

MEDICAL LEAVE

𝜗𝜚 the one where john's finally home long enough to get you pregnant

𝜗𝜚 pairing: john price x younger wife!reader (reader is afab) 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), age gap (price is in his late 30s, reader is late 20s), mentions of surgery/recovery, john having a pain kink (need i say more?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it/get tapped), unedited as usual, bad ending

"john, the doctor had strict orders for you to—"

you're cut off mid-rant by john slotting his lips over yours, the mitts of his hands covering your cheeks and tugging your face closer to his. his tongue juts out to lick needily at the seam of your lips, the faint taste of the painkillers he had just taken still fresh on his tastebuds only to be replaced by the sweet mint of your toothpaste.

john would've kept kissing you, too, if he hadn't tried to twist his hips over to face you, making him pull away sharply and hiss out at the way the fresh sutures etched in his ribs twinged in pain.

"john—"

"m'fine," john grunts out hoarsely as he lays back down flat on his back, eyebrows pinched low in the middle of his forehead and tongue licking at the remnants of your spit on his lips. "just wanna—christ—wanna be inside ya."

and that’s how you got to your current position, sitting directly behind john’s thick and leaking cock as you lean back to rest your hands on his hairy muscled thighs—anywhere that wasn’t sutured closed or bruised from the surgery he’d undergone. from beneath furrowed brows, your soft eyes focused on the molten heat buoying in his pupils.

“i don’t wanna accidentally hurt you, john,” the end of your sentence comes out pinched in a whine as the calloused pad of his thumb begins circling your sopping clit, your hips jumping at the stimulation and instinctively rolling forward against his sensitive cock.

john uses the thumb petting at your clit to distract you from the way he manhandles you up, notching the head of his cock between your folds and holding you there for a moment. “i don’t fuckin’ care if it hurts, ‘lright? don’t wan’ you stoppin’ until i feel you cummin’ ‘round my cock four times, and i fill up this pretty fuckin’ pussy—understand me?”

and even though john’s cemented into your shared bed on his back, he keeps you all nice and obedient under his thumb, using the hand he keeps groping at your hip as a way to guide the way your movements. every so often, his sutures would twinge in just a way to send a jolt of pain up his spine—but then he would feel your gummy walls gripping his cock just a little tighter, and the pain would warp into delicious pleasure.

you, ever the good little wife you were, did exactly as john told you—only pulling off of him when your fluids were a messy mixture between my thighs and you could barely walk to the bathroom on wobbly legs.

it didn’t even cross your mind when a month and a half later, you’re a mess of hormones and continuous morning sickness that threatens to knock you out from work for a couple days. john tells you it’s fine, that he’ll work some more late nights to cover your income for a couple days, but you’re determined to keep working.

only after nearly fainting at your home one morning (after john fucked you through at least 2 orgasms) did you find yourself on the doctor’s examination table, fingers nearly snapping john’s hand bones in half when he read off the positive pregnancy result.

and when your daughter is born nine months later (december 14th, by the way—a sagittarius baby), you’re curled up in the hospital bed with john holding you closely, the baby sandwiched comfortably between you two and grappling at one of his thick fingers.

“y’know how long i’ve been waiting for this?” you giggle out softly as you nose against john’s beared jaw, eyes fluttering closed and system overflowing with painkillers and endorphins. “guess you were finally home long enough to actually put a baby in me this time.”

©️ ink-n-shadow 2024

do not copy, plagiarize, steal, borrow, or repost any of my work without my expressed permission

[thebibliosphere]

Speaking of therapy, I say, as though we're old friends, and you're not a stranger trapped in this metaphorical elevator with me and you can hear the suspension wires starting to fray.

I've been doing a lot of work recently that's focused on imposter syndrome and the feeling that no matter how well or how much I do, I'm not good enough. That I'm somehow tricking everyone into thinking my work is actually good.

Some days it's a minor niggle in my head that I can gentle and soothe with logic and affirmations. Or smother, depending on the mood. Other times it's loud and all-consuming and the mental anguish it causes me is so real I can feel it twitching in my muscles. This desperate fight-or-flight instinct with nowhere to go and nothing to fight but myself.

Anyway, because I'm several types of Mentally Unwell™, I was switching between workshop sheets ahead of next week. Filling in different forms. (Trying to get a good grade in therapy) And I got my "recognize your harmful ADHD coping mechanisms" worksheet mixed in with the "you're not actually lying to people, you just feel like you are because your brain is full of weasels" worksheet, and seeing them side by side made something go topsy turvy in my head, and I just had to sit and breathe for a couple of minutes until the urge to scream passed. Because it clicked, it all suddenly clicked.

The reason the imposter syndrome workshops and therapy sessions aren't sticking was because I do routinely trick people into thinking I'm someone I'm not.

Because I'm masking my ADHD for their convenience.

I've always known there was something wrong with me. My neurotypical peers made it abundantly clear I didn't fit in or was failing in some way I couldn't see nor remedy, no matter how hard I tried.

So I compressed myself into a workaholic box of hyper-competence in the hopes they'd stop noticing the flaws and exploit like me instead. And then subsequently lived with the daily fear that if they looked too close, they'd realize I'm a monumental fuck up with enough personal baggage to block the Suez Canal.

If you ever need someone to burn themselves to ashes for your comfort and convenience, I'm your gal.

Or I used to. Until I had a bit of a breakdown, and the rubber band holding my brain together snapped and pinged off into the stratosphere, never to be seen again.

Unfortunately, the trauma of living like that didn't also fuck off and instead left a gaping maw where my personality ought to be, so now I get to deal with that aftermath.

And it's that aftermath that's affecting the imposter syndrome shit. Because yes, I am hyper-competent and good at what I do-- but it doesn't feel real because that is how I mask.

And the truly frustrating thing is I am good at what I do. I am not pretending. I worked hard to be good at this. It just feels like I'm dicking around because 90% of my personality turns out to be trauma masquerading as humor in a trenchcoat, and having people genuinely like something weird I'm doing is so foreign my brain has decided it's just another form of masking.

I'm pretending to be a good author so people will think I'm a good author, and my brain thinks we are in Danger of being found out. We are in Danger, and writing is Dangerous because then people will know I'm Weird and not whatever palatable version I've presented myself as for their NT sensibilities.

Like the neurotic vampire with a raging praise kink wasn't an obvious giveaway.

Anyway. I got nothing else. Thanks for listening.

I'm going to go be very normal in another room and not stare into the abyss of my own soul for a bit.

[dixdixbby]

[hann-i-babe]

Hold up

Are they fucking holding hands

[logosbot-tm]

New information has been released.

The information below is old, and I'd suggest checking out the link above first.

^Regarding whatever is going on w Iskall.

Let's all just back down, stop speculating, and don't ask questions to the Hermits. We might get to know more in the future, or we might not. They don't owe us any more information in reality.

Doc has said that he can't talk about it, and based on Mumbo's tweet and the og tweet, I'd assume that the Hermits can't currently speak about the situation.

So don't ask them anything. Have patience instead.

Here's a list of what we do know:

No minors involved

There were complaints about Iskall

Iskall resigned

Out of respect for the privacy of the people involved, they're not going to say more

Don't speculate. It just makes all the information that we do have less clear.

Also, don't go, "I was never a fan of Iskall either way."

People are allowed to be upset. You're not better or more morally good because you never enjoyed his content.

Also, reminder: We don't know the Hermits personally. We don't really know their views on things. We don't know them. YouTube is their job.

Saying that you "always got a weird vibe" is honestly a p weird thing to do. That's based on nothing, and we still don't actually know what happened.

So, stop speculating. Try to keep track of what the actual information is.

If this whole thing upsets you, try to find other things to do in the meantime.

[0gata]

Im not good at making comics but this has been plaguing my mind hrjwjajwjw

[fruitomens]

Listen, the fact (opinion) that his big beautiful smile is from the triumph of making Crowley laugh keeps me up at night.

[asmogorna]

thats an odd looking reindeer .. and an emo looking santa

a thing i realized only after finishing the drawing lolz