#Give you a sneak peek

[monstermonger]

ECLIPSE - upcoming mini project....

[neochan]

anyway, jaemin forcing you flat on your stomach, his big bicep curled around your throat to keep you locked in place while he fucks into you. his eyes are glazing over, slacked jawed expression so clear in the mirror in front of you. the grin that spreads over his lips is animalistic when you let out a choked sound, face turning darker the longer he kept you in that hold - smushed against the hard muscle and web of veins beginning to peak from his skin.

he’s losing his grip, caught in the way you suck him in just right; pussy nearly squeezing the essence out of him. he was nothing but dumbly and roughly fucking you. no thought in his head other than “she’s so pretty” and “need to breed her”

— jaemin in the pick me chronicles rn

[barbieaemond]

Religion (sneak peek)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x wife!reader

Warnings: mild angst, misogyny, pregnancy, childbirth, oral sex, p in v, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, brief lactation kink, breeding kink, manipulation (to get some), some good ol' tying up, slandering of the Gods lol

Author's note: this is the third and final part following And I dream of a grave and A curse for a curse but can be read as a standalone. It will be posted tomorrow!

She looks around briefly; the room is warm, the fire in the hearth is lit, as the candles scattered all around. This is all quite familiar. “These are my old chambers…” she says with a little frown, turning to him.

“Quite the observer, wife.” He drawls, and takes a few steps. His stride is different now. Slow, contemplating, just as his gaze raking over her, as if he in the first place doesn’t know why he brought her here and he’s assessing what to do. A war map unfolding, and he knows where all the faults lie.

“I thought we could spend some time together” he starts, walking past her to go sit near the fire “Alone.” he adds once he leisurely sits down, crossing his long legs and resting his hands on the armrests. “What better place than a vacant room? No one will come looking for us here.”

She tries as hard as she can to stop the little smirk at the corner of her lips; she walks closer, stopping right in front of him, staring down. “They might hear.” 

“Hmm. And that is much of a trouble for you, isn’t it?” he asks with the most fake genuine tone, taking a cup from the nearby table, and then “You sucked my cock on a terrace and begged me to fuck you in the Small Council…I thought I told you to quit your act.”

She smiles openly now, watching the wine pouring in the cup, his eye fixed on the liquid as his eyebrow shots up. “Besides, I know exactly what to do to muffle your noises.”

“You should be proud of my noises.”

“I am.” He says, taking a sip of wine, his eye piercing through her above the cup’s brim. “But for once, Aegon is right. I’m not one for sharing.”

His arm moves to put the wine aside but she takes it, only to feel his hand pulling the cup away from her. “You cannot drink.”

“Fine.” She concedes, leaning on him. “I’ll have it my way.”

She holds his face and with her left hand she glides her fingers on the left side, delicately but with purpose, pushing the eyepatch off. And then she kisses him, eagerly, licking his lips and then breaching inside to taste the wine on his tongue, on the roof of his mouth.

She sighs deeply when he locks his tongue with hers, and feels his lips curling.

“Did you hear it?” He says breaking the kiss, breathing into her mouth. “That one is my favorite.”

“Your favorite what?” She asks mindlessly, chasing his lips but to no use, because he tilts his head back, his cursed smirk lingering.

“Noise. It’s a little thing…” he tells her, locking one hand around her neck “in the back of your throat, close to a sigh but not quite…” his fingers trail against her throat, chasing her swallowing “It tells me you’re dying to.”

“To do what?”

“Fall on your knees for me. Be a supplicant.”

She grabs the back of his neck, driving his head close and looks down at his arched mouth “You cannot live without God, can you?” She looks up, her mouth open to breathe “Seven of them seem to have cursed me. I had to find my own.”

His eye widens at that. He looks straight into her eyes, so devoted, so raw. She’s right. The Gods would curse her some more if they saw she looked at him the way she should look at the Gods.

“Then do it.”

“What?”

“Flatteries don’t work on me, sweetling. You should know that.” With his hand on her neck, he slightly pushes her away, putting some distance between them. “You will have to show me.”

“What would you have me do?”

His hands let go of her completely, resting on the armchair. The gemstone glints in blue and yet, it’s nowhere near the bright cursed thing in his eye. “Get on your knees for me. Now.”

She should be ashamed of the pull in her bones, the muscles willing to move on their own accord and fall to the ground. But why, why does it have to be sin? Why can it not be religion?

FULL FIC HERE

[ghost-bxrd]

Tim can’t breathe. He can’t breathe.

He thought— the Tower was bad enough. He hates being kept out of the loop, especially for “his own protection”, but he never thought—

It is Robin who had been threatened. Robin that Batman had been taunted with. Enough times, and with grisly enough descriptions of what might happen to him, that Bruce sent Tim to the Titans as a last ditch effort to keep him well out of reach of Gotham and its newly minted crime lord.

But Hood took Bernard, and Tim can’t breathe. Can only stare at the grainy picture from an unknown number, showing his boyfriend tied up and gagged in someone’s— Hood’s, probably, oh god— bed.

Tim wants to throw up.

Please god, please no.

— sneak peek of “Modern Day Cain”

[winnie-the-monster]

“And then the most bizarre thing happened. He realized he didn’t know what to say, either. Because he’d forgotten about rumors and the power of the word and all of that rot, and the only thing he could think of was the part about the kissing, and—

And—

And—

Good God in heaven, he wanted to kiss Penelope Featherington.”

“Colin could think of a hundred reasons why kissing Penelope Featherington was a very bad idea, the number one being that he actually wanted to kiss her.”

[lexumpysfunland]

loook I'm finally working on that one comic I've shown the sketch of!!!!

that's it, now I go back to work weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

na more seriously, I'm not fast, so I'll take a little time doing it... so you'll have other things as you wait for it to be done :D

[charamuscadmango]

more Don't Starve HMS!! (technically just M&S this time tho)

[ophernelia]

these two this episode are really really doing it for me. aj too but she's in a precarious situation this episode so i can't post a sneak peek of that lmaoo.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Y'all, I refuse to go to bed until I finish writing this but boy is it being dramatic and drawn out.

As an aside, Midna's Lament is a great theme for dramatic scenes involving running and chasing and stuff.

[littlexdeaths]

just gonna… um. set this here 🏃🏼‍♀️💨

[dicktat]

Even with how technland decided to treat dl2, are you going to continue drawing art and doing little merch for dl2? I enjoy your art so much. I'm still hoping deep inside that techland just did an ultimate prank and will include aiden and everyone else in the story of the new game!!!

Yeah! I’m just pissed + busy rn but I will do more stuff, if not for the fandom then for the spite. They’ll see there is love for the game and I won’t let them forget about our characters. In fact I am preparing a new giveaway bundle which is going to include some of the following:

-DL animal epoxy glitter stickers (16 chars)

-holographic metallic postcard set of 2

-Hakon Aiden tsum tsum (the pic is the old batch I have a new design coming)

-10cm mini plush

-ripple surface mermaid acrylic keychain

-character dress up magnet with outfits and misc

-DL2 UI themed sticky note

-Adjustable clear cover notebook

-beer resin charms (which I don’t have a pic yet I submitted the order too late)

And 3 more items yet in the works. I will get everything done possibly by the end of next month, we’ll see then. So keep an interesting for whoever like to be able to acquire everything :33

[kumamooko]

i like how he looks here :)

[starlightvld]

"Ghost catches Johnny's fingers between his own. He threads their scarred skin and knuckles together like interwoven lines in a story of all the wounds treated with out-of-date med kits and near misses ridden out in cramped waiting rooms, all the terrible jokes stuttered through gritted teeth and laughter barked through comm lines, all the desperation embossed in tender skin and pleas whispered into panting mouths. Johnny's heart races, pounding like it might jump out of his chest and into Ghost's... into Simon's scarred hands."

- Broken Bones and Shattered Hearts, Chapter 4 sneak peek, Art by @kibagib

[zhongrin]

oh sweetie (/derogatory), my utmost condolences, because, well

i would suggest you to block me completely because you might stumble across my *squints* mid - heh, young people these days with their funny slangs - writing when it's time. there's only so much i can do since you're hiding behind the anonymity feature like an incorporeal caitiff of a helminth </3

[tojiscrack]

I thought Kai was gay 😭💀

I AM CRYINGGGG 😭

LIKE I CAN’T BREATHE HOW DID IT COME TO THIS 😭

tears in my eyes choking on my own spit dying and trying to revive at rhe same time-

PLS 😭

no cuz… valid? 😧 like i see the vision. I GET IT 😭 but the issue here is that the flag has too much colour 🏳️‍🌈

not enough black. but yk, knowing him, he’d try and reform it somehow 💀

[jessicas-pi]

The Phantoms of the Ventilation System Adopt a Child!

“Do you ever stop talking?” Ezra demanded. “Obi-Wan, does he ever stop talking?”

“Never,” Obi-Wan sighed, drifting through the ventilation hub’s wall.

“Well, I’m trying to compose music here, so if you don’t mind—” he said, slapping at Anakin’s hand, which had reached over to press random keys on the organ.

Anakin yawned loudly. “You wish you were as good a ghost as I am, Mr. Plays-Dress-Up-And-Pretends-To-Haunt-Ships.”

“And you wish you were as good at resisting the call of the Dark side as I am, Mr. Had-A-Few-Dreams-And-Flew-Off-The-Handle—”

“Okay, that was uncalled for!”

“EZRA!”

Anakin’s apparition disappeared and Ezra set aside his music as Sabine crashed through one of the diverging tunnels, moving to stand in front of it so her raggedy costume hid the tunnel behind her.

“Ezra, don’t be mad.”

He sighed. “What did you do?”

Sabine grinned nervously, which looked ridiculous combined with the elaborate makeup she was wearing to look like she was a partially-decomposed ghost corpse and the scraggly black wig that was crooked on her head.

“So. We. Um.” She took a breath, then stepped to the side, revealing a kid in the tunnel behind her. “We have a son now!”

“Sabine!” He nearly choked on his panic. “Do you know who that is?!”

“Yes, I know it’s the General’s son!” Sabine huffed, helping the little boy out of the shaft and then picking him up. Then her expression softened. “Look, Ez,” she said, turning so the side of the boy’s face was visible, and Ezra saw a large red mark. “His father hit him.”

Ezra jumped at the sudden chorus of voices from around him. He couldn’t pick out individual statements, but the general consensus seemed to be were it not for the Jedi code and my incorporeal body, a murder would be committed tonight. And also, you need to adopt this child immediately.

He glanced at Kanan, who was perching on the pipe organ, one chin resting in his hand.

“Come on, help me out here! We can’t just take a kid, can we?!”

“Ezra,” Kanan said with a ghostly grin. “You don’t say no to a Mandalorian with adoption on the brain.”