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I posted 543 times in 2022
That's 496 more posts than 2021!
403 posts created (74%)
140 posts reblogged (26%)
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I tagged 522 of my posts in 2022
Only 4% of my posts had no tags
#yeosatinyngz - 216 posts
#tokyo revengers x reader - 180 posts
#tokyo revengers scenarios - 167 posts
#tokyo revengers imagines - 163 posts
#tokyo revengers fluff - 139 posts
#tokrev x reader - 119 posts
#yeosatinyngz requests - 110 posts
#tokyo revengers - 105 posts
#tokrev x you - 99 posts
#yeosatinyngz inbox - 96 posts
Longest Tag: 93 characters
#but you better be nice to yourself or i’ll spawn in your room and make sure you love yourself
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
DID YOU ACCIDENTALLY POST THAT?! PT. 2
↳GN Reader | Crack Humor(?) | Pt. 1
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#4
Child meets their parent’s teen self Pt. 1
↳Fem Reader | Fluff
Request Rules ➣ Masterlist ➣ Part Two ➣ Part Three
Request: @sleepy-potato-chan Hi can i have a headcanon request of Izana, Kazutora, Mikey, Chifuyu and Angry (separated) with a female reader's child travel to their parent's past? like the child met their teen version of their parents?
Ooh your request seems fun, thank you so much for this great request! I really hope this is what you wanted, if it’s not I’m more than ok with fixing it to the way you want it.
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924 notes - Posted February 25, 2022
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Selling their stuff on a snapchat story Pt. 1
↳GN Reader | Crack Humor(?) | Pt.2 | Pt. 3
➼A/N: Their first message is a reply to your story
Ran
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971 notes - Posted June 23, 2022
#2
I wanna ruin our friendship
Characters in this prompt: Izana, kakucho, Draken, Mitsuya, Hakkai
↳GN Reader (But implied Fem Reader in Hakkai's part, sorry)
➼You text them “I wanna ruin our friendship” followed up with “We should be lovers instead”
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1,638 notes - Posted January 16, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
You want kisses?
Characters in this prompt: Izana, Sanzu, Inupi, Kazutora, Shinichiro
↳GN Reader | Fluff
➼You text them if they want kisses (You mean Hershey kisses, but they thought otherwise)
➼A/N: Valentine’s Day special oneshot! Happy Valentine’s Day y’all, who’s your anime valentines?👀
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2,166 notes - Posted February 14, 2022
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#tumblr2022#year in review#my 2022 tumblr year in review#your tumblr year in review#That’s crazy#I didn’t expect all of this#I’m so grateful for you all#Thank you for reading liking and reblogging my stuff 💜
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I absolutely ADORE the way you draw game Vanessa she looks so mother 🙏
I’m actually so glad people like how Vanny looks!
#ask reply#like I really didn’t expect so many to absolutely love her#but I’m glad#WE ALL love Vanessa here 😤#I actually added new things to her compared to the last times I drew her#adding freckles and making her hair more spikey#also I thought the lipstick would look really cool on her#the freckles are based off her concept art#while the hair and lipstick is more off of details from the AR game#like how she dyes her hair etc#gotta draw this queen more 💜💜#so expect more of her!!
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bought dmc on a whim last month and then got a little too into it
#devil may cry#dmc#dmc dante#dmc vergil#dmc nero#dmc nico#dmc lady#dmc trish#dmc kyrie#dmc5#dmc4#dmc3#OK IS THAT IT. R THOSE ALL THE TAGS. I HOPE SO#my art#i have discovered that i rly like hack and slash games….#ive also only played 3 out of 5 games BUT IM WORKING ON ALL OF THEM SLOWLY BUT SURELY…#i didn’t expect to get into dmc i really did not. but man. the familial themes Got To Me#RAAAAH….I LOVE DMC……..#nero is my fave…and lady…and nico…and all of them
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MILLIE CONFIRMED! I REPEAT, MILLIE CONFIRMED!!
#marim's art#trigun#trigun stampede#trigun stampede spoilers#vash the stampede#nicholas d wolfwood#meryl stryfe#millie thompson#milly thompson#meme redraws#they all got cool sunglasses Millie should too#also I just improvised on the outfits idk what to expect#that finale left me in shambles but I am pretending it didn’t through memes#tristamp#trimax
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It will never not be super ridiculous that Buffy had to single-handedly protect the world from demons, raise her teenage sister, manage a household, and work a full time job, all at the age of 22 and everyone around her is like “god Buffy just grow up and deal with it, stop acting like it’s hard.”
#Giles leaving will never make sense#what 22 year old can be expected to juggle all that without support#and someone explain why Willow and Tara didn’t pay rent cause I have questions#she really got no sympathy from anyone they all acted like she was this sad pathetic loser who couldn’t handle being a grown up#but also can you give me any better representation of the reality of your early 20s than that#this show really did the thing#buffy the vampire slayer#btvs#buffy#buffy summers
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— ☆ “SWEET LIKE NECTAR.”
— #. synopsis. because to whitney, there’s nothing prettier, downright satisfying to gaze upon the rosy cheeks you adopt in response to the invasive questioning, that pride of yours so amusing to patiently chip away at, piece by piece. in fact, if you could, you’d evade it altogether though that would mean defeat, wouldn’t it? and there’s nothing you detest more in this shitty world than to fucking lose.
— #. content warning! step-cest, dub-con, anal fucking, nipple sucking, some light degradation here and there as in the use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ , referring to whitney’s chest as ‘tits’ , big brother whitney being a bitch, loser male reader being an even bigger one in that respect and fuck, did I forget anything else?
— #. word count? 5.2k, if I remember correctly. this is a repost.
— #. something more to say, asher? : “I couldn’t help myself. had to bring back the classic onto here, y’know. ruining whitney’s slutty hole never gets old, specially big brother.”
Moreover, you should’ve probably have expected this one measly question to slip past your older brother’s lips, leering gaze openly taking your conflicted expression in as if taunting you to properly answer. You wouldn’t lie to me, would you? ‘Course not, like you could anyway. He’d see right past it like he usually does, testing the waters — he’d call it, laying out the fresh bait for your conscious little self to latch onto immediately.
Because to Whitney, there’s nothing prettier, downright satisfying to gaze upon the rosy cheeks you adopt in response to the invasive questioning, that pride of yours so amusing to patiently chip away at, piece by piece. In fact, if you could, you’d evade it altogether though that would mean defeat, wouldn’t it?
And there’s nothing you detest more in this shitty world than to fucking lose.
Especially to this one bastard. Too damn nosy to discreetly mind his own business, y’know? Always the one to hover too close for comfort, bated breath feathering delicately against the soft skin of your flushed ear, to keep you tightly on edge. Long past that, it’s starting to get on your nerves how self-assured he is in his flawed reasoning, simply since he had you sloppily suck him off once on the worn couch and now, it’s what? Only natural to drag you around like some sort of thoughtless puppy? Shamelessly refer to you as his trained, little bitch who’ll get on his knees for the right price?
Gotta be fucking kidding then.
It was the alcohol. Nothing, but the intoxicating substance drumming along your veins that had you act in such a debauched manner, had your painfully hard cock straining against the front of your pants. Yeah. Right? That’s all there was to it. Nothing more.
At least, that’s what you keep insistently reminding yourself of despite the growing, churning heat in your stomach, the not-so-subtle twitching of your hardening cock stirring beneath your ripped jeans or the individual droplets of sweat gently trickling down the navel of your slouched back. Alright, keep fucking lying to yourself then. Surely that’ll help you with your current predicament that you’ve stuck yourself into, muddied foot deep within the shallow trenches and a solid grasp firmly placed around your ankle, threatening to snap your dignity in half.
“Well?” Visibly irritated by your lack of answer, it’s Whitney’s increasingly impatient, snappy voice that unfortunately draws you back from your spiralling calculations — whether to respond with the humiliating truth or not. Can’t let it go, can he? Hence why he so nonchalantly has you sat on his used bed, the rusted springs hidden beneath the dusty mattress alerting your every subtle movement with a distinct creak reverberating through the thin walls.
“Well, what?” Idiot, you know very damn well what he’s getting at, it’s not like you suffer from some sort of amnesiac disease to utilise cluelessness and have him fooled with such blatant tactics.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” Should be wiping that snide, awful smirk that instantly appears on his face as he carelessly articulates the question once more. Shameless in his pursuit, hungrily eyeing you up and down like an untouched piece of meat to greedily feast upon, sink his pearly, white fangs into.
Oh, thank the heavens that you weren’t consuming any sort of liquid right this moment because it would’ve been shot straight out of your throat, maybe your nose even considering the absurd sentence from your very own brother — step-brother, to be exact. Still in denial that you two could potentially call each other family, far too homely of a term than the puzzling relationship you both share. Speaking of, you haven’t replied to his question yet and by the looks of it, he isn’t looking too pleased with you if you were to stretch this on any further than it should be.
“N-No, I’ve actually fucked my fair share of girls.” Oh yeah, he’s definitely believing you with that stuttering, the uncertainty all too evident in your tone that only a complete, utter moron would’ve fallen for it. Fucking liar. It wasn’t as though you were entirely lying though, having indeed fucked a girl before, but does it really count if that same person were to be your younger sister, Kylar? At most, you’ve had your decent amount of experiences with others, dated a few girls here and there which is to be acceptable for the average boy of your age. However, beyond the intimate acts of holding hands and bashful kissing, you remained oblivious to the process of well, sex — save for the over the top, raunchy porn you’d occasionally watch and that sole encounter with Kylar that taught you far more than any cheap film ever could.
So, it’s still reasonable, is it not? Though this is Whitney you’re directly dealing with and you know better than to assume he’d take plain ‘no’ for an answer, often brash in his selfish desires. No, more like every time whenever he does act, it leads up to the very same, repetitive situation you’ve familiarized yourself to. You, beneath him. You, helpless in the face of his cruel actions.
Not this time though — fuck, that nasty, little scheme of yours slowly, but ever so surely lurking within the depths of your working mind, grateful for the blonde’s clear ignorance of the shit you were ready to commit to regain that minuscule shred of dignity back. None the wiser, preferring it’d remain that way.
And he can only sharply scoff back to your half-assed attempt at muttering obvious falsehoods. Too cunning of a bastard and god, does it mess with you. “Bullshit. You think I’d believe that? Fuckin’ cmon, admit it. You’ve never really fucked a girl before, huh?” That sickening, creeping nausea steadily filling the depths of your guts from the way he so arrogantly taunts you through his ‘light-hearted’ insults, inadvertently painting you as some sort of virgin loser that never so much as had the slightest chance of growing affectionate with another woman. Fucked your goddamn sister so that’s a one-up on you, huh? Hell, you know better than to let such an obscene admission escape you — since she’s your sister now too, that innocence you so greedily stripped away that one faithful evening within the four corners of her room.
Rather not indulge in such sinful thoughts at the moment, not when your prolonged silence is only confirming his self-righteous suspicions to which he so stubbornly convinced himself of. Knowing better than to reason with your older brother, it’s merely when you do finally relent with a reluctant nod of your head — still maintaining a thin layer of deceit, mind you — that his smug grin widens considerably in return. “So you’re an unused slut, basically.” Choice of words never was the delinquent’s forte, but his crude, frank vocabulary certainly is as he so eloquently puts it. “Hah — I fuckin’ knew it. Wouldn’t be cumming so quickly if you weren’t.” He huffs back in amusement at the sight of your apparent fluster, always so damn squirmy whenever he playfully pokes fun at one of your concealed insecurities. Oh, you really don’t know the dizzying effect you have on him, do you?
The numerous nights spent lazily fisting the base of his cock underneath the woollen covers placed over his bare, sweating body to at the very least obscure his depraved actions — not that he cared much whether he was scandalously caught or not. Much so, he’d prefer if it were you to coincidentally’ walk in on him mid-jerk off session, land a helping hand to big brother and let him use you however he saw fit. Fuck, yeah. That’d aid him in his ever growing lust for you, borderline animalistic in how he addictively sought you out as expected, like a sweet, sweet drug longing to be taken. A sweet nectar freshly ripe for the taking, plucked free from the gracious buds of the tree to gratefully sink his fangs into and savour the refreshing taste lingering on his tongue.
Feels so right to defile your prudish self, doesn’t it? So, don’t blame him then. Don’t blame him when he suggests— no, coldly orders you to strip off your damn pants which prompts another gaping stare of yours to the sudden command. Handsome, but so, so clueless, aren’t you? Needs to tell you to do everything for your sluggish brain to eventually catch up to his ever approaching rhythm, cocky grin plastered onto his lips signalling that your step-brother is indeed not kidding around as per usual.
“What’re you waitin’ for? I said, strip.” It’s not a gentle reminder nor a well-intentioned push in the right direction, it’s a repeated warning of his thinly veiled frustrations peeking its way through, past the useless restraints he placed onto himself when he could easily be given what he’s wanted. Not without force, though that is in Whitney’s nature to be as rough as possible, having grown accustomed to things going his way whenever he inevitably turned to bloodied brutality. After all, the bully doubts so himself that you don’t furtively desire this all the same too, conflicted movements headed towards the leathered loop of your belt as you willingly comply as tasked to. Good boy, knew you had it in y’a.
“Do I really gotta do this?” If it weren’t for the pretty, pink flush adorning the entirety of your face right now, your older brother would’ve definitely snapped back with a snarky remark of his own, however the sight itself is enough to let him have your dumb self uselessly hope a little further. What does it look like, little brother? Has Whitney ever backtracked on his truthful words?
“Yeah, you gotta cuz’ I told you to. Now just fuckin’ do it already, slut. I don’t got all day.”
“..Fine.” Having fully predicted such a response, heavy shoulders slouching lazily in defeat from the refusal, you shyly carry on with the clumsy strip tease of yours. Can never get your way with him, can y’a?
Goddamn it, shamefully reprimanding yourself for even following suit to his harsh retort though, can you really blame yourself? He’s got you — fucking, trained you like a dog. That’s what it is, a stupid, dumb mutt that can’t help but intrinsically cave in to its depraved instincts as his rightful owner happily taught him to, mindlessly huffing and wagging its fluffy tail to the sugary sweet praise whispered to him. Conditioning you to his every whim as a promising, rewarding treat awaits in exchange for your dutiful obedience, not bothering to keep your remaining underwear either. Big brother knows best, huh? Look at that pitiful expression etched along your features, averting gaze straying away from his piercing own that’s settled precisely on the drooling tip of your fat, twitching cock dribbling out an alarming amount of pre-cum. How you resist the underlying temptation to automatically press your legs together, denying Whitney of that upfront, perverted view of your spread thighs. So damn easy to get you riled up in a matter of seconds when a tight, warm hole is involved in the filthy equation.
As ensured, you’ll receive as you wish, pup. Only natural to fulfill what you so gravely desire when you’ve been so good so far, right? Offer you the bearing fruits of your well-earned efforts in return while you thoughtlessly salivate over the mere idea, yeah?
“Whitney, this is kinda embarrassing..” Kinda? Practically humiliating to display yourself so lewdly like this, however not as if you hadn’t experienced this rarely either in the past few weeks that steadily transpired. Should’ve grown used to it by now, actually. Still, the lingering shyness of brazenly exposing yourself like this was too much to bear at times, especially with the other’s daunting ogling. Really has to unabashedly eye-fuck you every single time or something. It’s.. somewhat flattering to be throughly appreciated like this despite instinctively knowing it’s out of pure, utter objectification.
Aimlessly losing yourself in the middle of your straying thoughts, it’s the recurring shuffling of fabric carelessly being thrown onto the wooden, creaking floor that draws you back to the hazy reality before you. Fuck, a wet dream is a far more suitable term with how this is stereotypically playing out, the confident, sure movements of your older brother’s calloused hands busying themselves with the hem of his waistband and — oh, he’s surely tugging his sweats down, okay. His.. fucking dick, god — how didn’t you conveniently notice how rock hard his cock was beneath that cotton thin material? Leaving you to breathlessly gawk at the free view of Whitney’s drooling tip roughly smacking against the tensed muscles of his stomach, briefly connecting strings of pre-cum to meld with his cooling sweat. Retaking that relaxed, slouched position along the single bed as if he isn’t currently stark naked in front of your unmoving eyes. That distracting to you, huh? Horny mutt.
“Like what you see, slut?” That fucking conceited tone of his makes you want to respond with anything but an affirmative yes, though through the thick lump you swallow down your throat, it’s the muted nod of your head that further serves him to grin widely in satisfaction. Wanna prove him wrong so badly, so damn so. Yet, how can you when he’s shown you all the reasons not to?
Should’ve been paying closer attention then, baby brother. How your brain immediately shuts off in a haze of confusion, numbing static prickling at your empty mind once the blonde instead settles himself comfortably onto your awaiting lap. “Fuckin’ nice seat.” Would’ve been a more comedic remark if it weren’t for the provoking press of his bare ass flush against your pulsing cock, questionably twitching in approval from the brief physical contact. Christ, get a grip on yourself, you moron but, oh — Fuck. You could just.. fucking slip it in and it wouldn’t hurt to let Whitney take the lead as predicted, greedily relish in the slippery warmth fervently welcoming you? Since at the end of the day, you’re just a man, no? A simple man with stupidly horny urges and needs to gratefully sink his cock into the nearest wet hole that merely happens to be his big brother’s whorish one.
Still, that portion of your mind beckons you to reason along with the weirdly alluring pull of plainly muttering out fuck it, shove it in and— and, do the nastiest shit possible, y’know? Yeah, you should do it. Actually, no. No way in fucking hell should you proceed with it. Uselessly humping your hips upwards with a sickening jolt that draws a relieving sigh from the both of you. Stop it, you pervert. You’ve become no better than him, have you?
“W-What’re you doing..?” Is all you can pathetically muster to his blatantly obvious actions, knowing full well what he’s truly doing. Riling you up. Teasing along the edges of your withering limits till it collapses fully onto the ground. It’s what he does best, driving you insane on the daily from school, to outside, to home and his room you frequently pay visits to at night.
“What does it look like I’m doin’? I’m about to fuck your cute cock, pretty boy.” Pretty. Ah, that shouldn’t be your main focus with how he announces it so casually, essentially admitting he’s planning to ride you. Struggling to grasp onto the foreign concept of him, well— being on the receiving end of sex. Doesn’t he like, usually prefer to be the one in the dominant position? In fact, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had selfishly decided to fuck your ass next, fill it to the brim with his seed. Yet, here he is, contently rubbing himself on your flushed, oozing tip, swearing gently as it barely grazes his puckered hole, thoughtlessly clenching around practically nothing. “Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m only doing this to stake my claim on you, alright? Not fuckin’ fair if some bitch gets to fuck your virgin dick first so, hah— I’m making you into a proper slut. My slut.”
Very convincing, Whitney. Not so much so when he’s shuddering eagerly above you like a man about to be given the slightest taste of heaven itself, namely your cock it seems. Hot. Shit, it is a pretty hot sight, you’ve gotta admit.
So, is this purely a flimsy excuse of his to fuck himself stupid on your dick? Need that much to blindly persuade you he isn’t some sort of drooling cockwhore deep down? Nice try, big brother. Well, you can effortlessly see through his nonchalant act, the barely discernible, rosy flush dusting along his cheeks confirming his secretive, depraved and filthy desires simmering deeply within his core.
“Fuckin’ — ah, help me put it in already.” The resounding gasp escaping him is so breathy, so unlike the dominant, assertive Whitney you’ve familiarized yourself with that your lethargic brain hardly registers his direct order, sounding more like a frantic plea than anything else. Put it in? The little, stuck-up bastard is having difficulty sliding it in, resorting to your aid to lend a helping hand to his futile struggles? That’s cute. The indiscernable trace of a smirk beginning to form onto your lips from his uncharacteristically submissive demeanour, still withholding a decent amount of control in this situation here. Ah, what’re you even saying? He’s given you full leverage to wreck his tight, little hole as you happily please, fuck yourself deeper in that wet warmth you’ve been subconsciously seeking out. You’re the one cupping him within the palm of your hand, oddly contented with this newfound revelation, this switch of power dynamics.
“Can’t you put it in yourself then. It’s not that hard, is it? You’re the one always wanting to everything so I think it’s only fair you do it.” Indulging in the scowl that appears shortly on his straining features only to dissolve under another one of his tough exteriors. “Fuck, you want me to? Can’t put it in yourself, huh?” He counters snidely, grasping for the bottle of lube conveniently placed on the night dresser nearby, accompanied by barking out a sharp huff of laughter as you cuss out loud a fuck! from the cooling, sticky mixture squirted plainly onto your cock.
“Shit! That’s cold! Why’d you pour it on me? Aren’t you supposed to put it in your— y’know? Your—“ Pausing bashfully in your tracks, immaturity running so deeply you couldn’t even properly stammer out the term if you wished to.
“My what? My ass? I’m not putting that in there, I can fuck myself on your cock just fine without that crap.” Lewd. That’s so lewd how he outwardly states it, blazing face hidden behind your cupped palms as though such a gesture would make this alright, make whatever he’s doing — smoothly grinding on the tip of your lubed, quivering length, how his hole teasingly snatches onto your flushed, leaking cock head only to disappointingly let go again. Fuck, fuck — Fuck. Doing this on purpose, isn’t he? Intent on driving you mad before he even manages to shove it in.
But, as previously stated before, there’s nothing you hate more than to lose, don’t you?
Really, he should be the one blaming himself for your rash and impulsive movements, shouldn’t be letting out that surprised yelp, silenced by a high-pitched gasp as you finally have had enough of his provoking mockery to mutter out a sharp fuck it and drive your increasingly impatient cock right in. Head stupidly thrown back in sheer shock from the unfamiliar yet admittedly pleasurable sensation of having his tight, virgin hole stuffed full of your cock right about now. Clear outline of your entire length pulsing deep within him by the noticeable quivering of his toned tummy, which you don’t hesitate to firmly plant your palm against to draw another satisfying, strangled whimper past his lips. Whore.
“Ah, fucking shit— You’re so fucking tight. Relax a bit for me or I can’t move.” Might as well be snapping your dick in half from the unbearable clenching of his unused insides, warm insides that you’re pervertedly staining white with every glide of your forceful thrusts, every harsh slam of your hips against his ass. Can’t stop yourself though — God, no. Not when the addictive heat of his hole envelops you so damn fucking well, rendering you both to mindlessly cling onto each other, entangled bodies slick with hot sweat trickling steadily down the navel of your arched backs. Namely his. And oh, he really does feel so good. Never mind all the shit he’s done, the stingy tugs of his fists deep within your messied hair, urging you to fuck yourself deeper into his trembling frame. This is the sweet taste of revenge you’ll so dearly savour, hungrily imprinting every choked moan to memory for later reminiscing.
Isn’t he so cute too? Tightening fingertips digging harshly into your shoulders for proper stability, an immediate roll of his eyes to the back of his skull whenever you angle your hips to hit that overly sensitive spot that sends a sickening jolt up his spine. Bound to be leaving marks, though that’s the least of your concerns with how goddamn pretty he looks when fucked stupid, fucked utterly brainless to match the feverish haze of his glazed over eyes. “See? I think you secretly enjoy it, Whitney. I think you— hah, fuck — enjoy that I’m taking the lead for once. ‘S that it? You like havin’ my cock inside you, huh? Like it when your little brother fucks you?” No matter how many times he may blatantly refuse and deny it, through the clawing of his nails, etching bloodied scars into your back that are sure to reside in your skin later on— You fucking know by the squeeze of his slutty hole, ring of cream having settled nicely around the base of your cock.
“F-Fuckin’—“ Big brother having trouble speaking? “Bastard, shut— ah! up!” The pitiful whine echoing deeply from his throat almost makes you want to cease your endless blabbering, but y’know what? Fuck that. May as well endure the severe consequences of his actions, from the second you had arrived here, it was bound to end solely in one conclusion. You, balls deep in his ass. You, stupidly drunk off the mere act of ruthlessly fucking your older brother cuz’ shit, does it feel so amazingly good. “If you keep looking at me like that, it only— hah, makes things harder for me here. God, Whitney.. Don’t fucking stop squeezing me, ‘kay?” Not really doing any better than him either, any semblance of control within you possibly thrown out the window with every pleasurable stroke of your cock being sucked so sloppily by his stretched out hole. One thing the delinquent was right about — You being the equivalent of a dumb mutt. A dumb, drooling mutt huffing over his bare chest, depraved instincts kicking in to suck on whatever happens to be nearest and that consequently leads to your dazed gaze zeroing in on his swollen nipples.
Pretty, so fucking pretty. It’s not fair.
Deserving of every torturous inch his tight hole greedily swallows up, the sight of his neglected, puffy nipples almost too much to bear for your watering mouth.
A little taste wouldn’t hurt, would it?
How careless of you to overlook such an area that so desperately needs your loving attention too. Bad little brother you are for that, huh? “Promise to make you feel so good.” Sighing out a guttural groan as the softened pad of your thumbs find home to idly flick at the erect glands, eliciting another strangled curse from the delinquent once again. Sensitive here, isn’t he? “Shit.. Every time I touch your tits here, you tighten up like crazy, hah. Want me to suck on ‘em too?” It’s more of a fervent heads up for your upcoming actions than a polite request, pink tongue curiously poking out to glide along the sheen of sweat settled thickly on the rosy buds. “M-Motherfucker.. Don’t you fuckin’ dare— hmph!” Hastily cut off by the palm of his own hand clasped upon his mouth, he can’t help but to cave in at your perverted antics, specifically that weird obsession of yours with his chest or tits as you so obscenely call ‘em. Shivering lightly at the rhythmic lapping at his nipples which is soon followed by the roll of your tongue against the sensitive flesh, fully latching onto on of them to appreciatively suckle on. The things you do to him, a full on body shock simply from having his pretty tits toyed with, his nipples coyly sucked on by the moist engulf of your warm mouth. “W—What?? Stop, ah, that!” How the fuck do you get to him like this every damn time?
And why the hell does it have to feel so fuckin’ good too?
Screw you, really.
Having managed to get past his carefully placed barriers he put upon himself, a means of protection for his fragile pride that you so selfishly tear away. Because it’s fun to, an absolute power rush to intently observe your slutty older brother fall apart on your fat cock, split his ass open while you’re at it. Teary eyes threatening to spill free more droplets down the length of his scarlet cheeks, bitten lips oozing fresh blood from your nipping teeth and tongue to gently suckle at as a well-deserved reward. Golden locks becoming increasingly more disheveled from every bounce on your cock, the guidance of your hands locked firmly onto his hips to witness the disappearance and reemergence of your leaking tip to reach that one single spot deep inside him.
And it’s real adorable when you draw your hips further only to be halted by the weight of his legs wrapped securely around your waist to prevent you from pulling all the way out, so stubbornly too. “Oh, want me to cum inside?” The derisive pitch of your laughter has the blonde simmering in his humiliating position, too caught up in the intoxicating pleasure of being fucked so mercilessly like this to bother uttering out a curse of denial. Fangs bared, seething glare shot solely towards you, its you. Of course, it’s you who has the final say, the upper hand regardless. As always. “I-I swear to fuckin’ god, if you pull out now— I’m going to fucking kill you, asshole.” He threatens as per usual, but the shaky incoherence of his speech riddled with whiny moans discredits his shitty attempt at intimidation, coaxing you to readily follow suit to his orders.
Ah, look at him. Fucking bitch in heat.
Can’t say no to that face, can you?
“Wasn’t planning on it anyway, Whitney.” You mutter out soothingly in the shell of his ear, slightly unsettled by the softening tone you’ve taken on to address him. Is it due to the pathetic appearance he’s took on from your relentless bullying? ‘S not fair he gets to look all cute and pouty while you’re struggling to keep up here, stuttering hips clumsily humping forward to make up for the messy pace because ah— fuck, you’re nearing your fill and so is Whitney, by the looks of it. “You can’t—“ Cutting himself off in a soundless gasp as your balls heavily smack against his ass, mind gone completely blank from the sheer euphoria of having his hole filled to the brim. Can’t? Sure, he can handle just a little more, can’t he? Cmon, he can do better than that. Drool dripping freely from his parted lips for yours to plant sloppy kisses against, stifling his open moans. Drawing your hips one last time to relish in the tight warmth of his wet insides— really, you’ll miss it, fuck— you barely get to process the thick ropes of cum spurting out of his bobbing cock, accompanied by your own climax shortly after. “S-Sorry, oh my god— I’m so sorry, you feel too good. I can’t—“ You sputter out uselessly, a hollow excuse when you continue on with your sloppy thrusts, burying yourself to the hilt to shoot your thick load into. Staining his walls white with your seed since your hips can’t stop themselves from fucking your cum deeper till the both of you tirelessly settle down in a heap of bodies on the creaking mattress.
Alright, so maybe you did end up going a tad bit too far this time, but it’s not like he didn’t ask for it. Or so you mumble to yourself to soothe your ever growing worries of where this may lead after the shortly lived, euphoric high you’ve just experienced. Nervously lifting your gaze to seek his as you’re greeted with.. ah, it seems you did fuck up. If anything, you’ve dug yourself a hole so steep you couldn’t possibly climb out of it now. Okay, he looks pissed. Doesn’t mean you don’t have time to mend things, right between the two of you, right? It’s as you finally muster up a foolish smile to meet his sour expression, that his frown significantly deepens in return.
“..So, uh. Did you like it?”
You’ve got a death wish, don’t you?
Should’ve probably expected this one. The shockingly loud slam of the wooden door closed shut on your face, promptly interrupting your frantic pleas and apologies. Heaps of dirty clothes thrown right into your arms for you to awkwardly pick up from the floor soon after. “Whitney, don’t be like that. Whitney, c’mon. I’m sorry—“ You’re not actually all that sorry, it’s just he looks too cute when angry, really.
“Fuck off!!”
Stubborn as ever, huh? At least, you’ve got to imprint those slutty sounds to memory for later use, having gotten your answer to leave him be for the time being. And oh, glancing down to be met with the sight of your still-hard, neglected cock tented pitifully against the front of your jeans. Seriously? Didn’t you just cum too?
..Well, you’ve always got the bathroom to take care of that.
#that’s right#would ya look at that?#IM A BROTHER FUCKER#SISTER TOO#WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY MIGHT AS WELL BE ON IT#..saying this in a fictional term. not literally#just to weed out the few possible antis that might follow me since I havent written anything all that gritty lately ever since the deletion#and if the writing style is a tad off it’s cuz this is somewhat old#I didn’t expect it to develop it a different direction#but this is still one of the favorites#top male reader is just a lot more self indulgent than bottom#dol#degrees of lewdity#whitney the bully#dol whitney#whitney dol#degrees of lewdity whitney#whitney degrees of lewdity#top male reader#dom male reader#x male reader#male reader#character x male reader#— ☆ burnt ashes.
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Finarfin Fades.
No one expects it, no one’s faded in Valinor since Miriel. The War of Wrath is won and he comes back, waving off the courtiers, well wishers, and congratulators with his usual grace, and walks into the palace of Tirion. To rooms abandoned since their owners left so long ago. Winding deeper and deeper his feet take him to what was once Finwë’s favourite garden.
He’s so tired.
He’s fulfilled his promise to Fëanaro and Nolofinwë, to avenge them. To make the agony of their final moments - agony Finarfin felt, falling to the floor screaming as fire and darkness consumed his spirit - count for something. Now Morgoth is finally gone, but he’s not the only one.
His brothers, larger than life, larger than death, are gone. With them his sons. Niece. Nephews. Grandchildren. His daughter is never to return. He Saw little Nelyo’s death in his dreams and is sure hopes for the child’s own sake that Makalaurë will be close behind.
Little remains. Even less on these golden shores.
So Finarfin sits on a bench long overgrown with vines and weeds, and watches the sun filter through the thicket, wishing the ghosts he sees in his father’s garden would flesh out.
He sits. He waits.
And by the time anyone finds him, it’s too late.
…at least he’s smiling again.
#au i guess#Every so often I’m hit with Finarfin feels#and it *hurts*#we love Finarfin in this house#my poor guy deserved better#I know Finrod is reembodied but let’s say it would’ve happened after the war#the Valar didn’t expect this though#and they can’t make it better#Finarfin’s lost too much and he’s tired#tired like his half-brother’s mother#and they know he won’t return until his brothers are let out#maybe that’s what finally convinced them to let out Fëanor and Fingolfin#they’re waiting in the Halls btw#the whole fam is#they’re proud#and Arafinwë finally gets some rest#Finarfin#Arafinwë#war of wrath#fëanor#fingolfin#they’re haunting this whole thing#you can decide where Eärwen is in all this#I usually hc her as having stayed with her husband but maybe she leaves in this one#or maybe she’s gone for a few weeks trying to settle the new arrivals before heading back#not my best work but alas#midnight writings yanno#silmarillion#ITHOF Writes
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it’s so funny that margot robbie said she read the script and thought “wow, no way they let us make this movie,” even though when i watched it i was like, “yeah these seem like pretty standard ideas that i support and have been on board with for a while,” but like, i forget i live in a super left-leaning online bubble and that, to an average audience, this film might seem radical. given some of the backlash, especially from conservatives, it clearly was
#barbie#text#in fact i feel like it could’ve been even MORE radical#they didn’t even touch on gender fluidity very much like i was expecting#wasn’t nonexistent but wasn’t heavy commentary at all tbh lol
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Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):
Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;
Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and
Figure out what the hell is going on between us
Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.
It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.
Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.
The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.
Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.
He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.
He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.
He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.
When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.
"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.
She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.
from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶
I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘
#i also want to draw Sebastian being chased by sir Cadogan bc it’s so funny to me😭😭😭#it’s literally like thst meme of the trumpet boy chasing the girl#anyways this is before *that* scene (iykyk 😭💓) & I want to draw that toooooooooooo#I love this oneshot so much🥹🫶 I reread it bc I wrote it for MYSELF !!!!!#im going to get to some more trick or treaters later on today!!!! sorry I didn’t get them all yet it was more than I expected😳😳#so hopefully soon!!! sorry I didn’t do them all yesterday but I stopped myself to edit my fic & post the next chapter#also😳😳 I woke up to 3 comments on my newest chapter😳😳#it might not seem like much but I spent so many months posting to crickets that it just makes me so happy#to connect with people and have them enjoy what I create😭🫶🥹💘#ok I’m done being sappy hope you enjoy my idiot portraits !!!!!!! 🙏🙏🙏#bc these two are idiots but they’re OUR idiots🫶🫶🫶#hogwarts legacy#hogwarts legacy fanart#hphl#hogwarts legacy mc#hogwarts legacy oc#eloise babbit#sebastian sallow#sebastian sallow fanart#sebastian sallow x mc#hogwarts legacy fanfic
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Random Vox, Valentino and Velvette headcanons (Part 2):
-Whenever they go to a restaurant Vox or Velvette have to read the menu to Val due to his poor eyesight.
-Velvette had an eating disorder when she was alive. It took a really long time for her to open up about it towards the other Vees.
-Valentino loves picking Vox up and carrying him around. He weighs nothing to Val (as shown in their dance during episode 8) and with the moth’s four arms it’s easy to manhandle him. Whenever Vox is throwing a tantrum Val will just haul him over his shoulder and cart the tv demon away kicking and screaming.
-Valentino had a bunch of ear piercings when he was alive and misses them a lot. He makes up for it by getting multiple piercings elsewhere (Vox is very much a fan).
-The three have matching tattoos, a simple VVV design. Vox’s is on the back of his neck, Velvette’s is on her wrist and Val’s is on his lower back.
-Velvette has hundreds of different phone cases and swaps them daily to match her outfits.
-Vox listens to Mindless Self Indulgence, Electric Six and The Offspring.
-Velvette had a boy band phase and Vox and Val refuse to let her live it down.
-When he was alive Vox had a severe stutter that developed during childhood. As he got older he learned to control it however he’d slip when experiencing strong emotions. One of the reasons he hates glitching is because it reminds him of the shame he felt. It’s one of the few things Val and Vel won’t tease him about since they know he’s really insecure about it.
-Velvette secretly loves plushies and has a massive collection in her room. Vox and Val are always buying her new ones. She sews some herself too.
-Valentino and Velvette have craft dates together. They’ll go to a cafe and gossip while working on small arts and craft projects.
-Vox loves sneaking up behind Val and Velvette and lightly shocking them to make their fur/hair fluff up.
-To retaliate Val and Vel always mess with Vox when he’s live on camera. They’ll blow him kisses, make lewd hand gestures etc all in an attempt to make him lose his cool.
-Vox is a skilled photographer and is often roped in to help with Velvette’s fashion shoots.
-For all his showmanship Vox is awful at roleplay in the bedroom. He gets way too into his role and forgets that the situation is supposed to be sexy.
-Val gives the best hugs. If Vox or Velvette are having a bad day he’ll pull them onto the sofa and let them snuggle into his neck fluff. Val adores physical touch however his antenna are completely off limits.
Part 1 Part 3
#Thanks for all the likes/reblogs on part 1 ^^#I didn’t expect so many people to like my 3V nonsense#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel valentino#hazbin hotel vox#hazbin hotel velvette#staticmoth#vox#valentino#velvette#headcanons
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JAMIL VIPER HALLOWEEN SSR I LOVE YOU IM ON MY KNEES FOR YOU YOU’RE PERFECT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU DESERVE THE WORLD
The other cards are neat too
#in all seriousness though they all look really good#I just personally jumped up and started screaming and running around when I saw Jamil#ALSO! there’s an Azul R but he didn’t fit anymore due to Tumblr image limits#guys I’m going feral though Jamil looks so good#and Leona too and Sebek too and everyone too#I didn’t have high expectations for this event but this goes so incredibly hard I’m blown away#and our glorious Jamil finally got a Halloween SSR#he will SHINE this event you guys I know it#I’m going insane btw#twisted wonderland#twst#Jamil viper#leona kingscholar#sebek zigvolt#riddle Rosehearts#trey clover#malleus draconia#jade leech#idia shroud#azul ashengrotto#vil schoenheit#epel felmier#twst spoilers#twst cards#ramblings#ディズニー ツイステッドワンダーランド#ツイステッドフンダラーンド#ジャミル・バイパー#nightmare before christmas#disney twisted wonderland
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My wife :)
#ignoring the massive dread by clipping this silly scene#dimension 20#burrow’s end#burrow’s end spoilers#kind of but not rly they don’t say anything major here but jic#I LOVE THEM ALL SM i didn’t expect to get attached as fast as i did but ALL of them are so so good it’s impossible not to fall in love 😭
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Finally had the moment I’ve been waiting years for and got to listen to a 12 year old info dump to me about transformers after he learned I like transformers
#and he got so excited every time I responded to something indicating I knew what he was talking about#truly had so much fun we talked for like 2 hours on the bus I#bet he didn’t expect to find the only adult who knows about transformers starwars and tmnt in the fucking woods lol#something about having this kid ask if I’ve watched x or y and getting to watch his whole face light up when I say yes#love the nerd kids I love them I love them#talk to me about which tmnt had the best characters vs choreography vs monster design pleaseeeee#this kid has watched all the 2002-2012 cartoons and I was so here for it#I miss him…#farewell small child who I shall never see again. I hope you enjoy tf:one#mac mumbles
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a little confused as to why people are still confused by the agatha all along ending
like “why did Death want Nicky??!!” bro it’s not that she wanted him. it’s literally her job to escort souls to the afterlife, it’s not her job to do the actual killing. she didn’t “chose” him, he was destined to die and she DIDNT want him. she gave him and Agatha 6 years together until she had to take him.
“why did Rio just walk away from Agatha at the end and bury her instead of physically taking her?” because earlier in the episode she promised to walk away and leave her alone when Agatha died.
“why is Agatha still avoiding Death and Nicky?” because she still doesn’t feel like she can face him yet!! Nicky’s last act was stopping Agatha from killing more witches and the moment he died she used the song that they created for fun to lure other witches to their deaths for hundreds of years. Agatha has grown as a character throughout the show but she hasn’t yet grown enough to realize that perhaps killing hundreds of people for power was Not The Right Thing To Do considering she tried to kill the coven the literal day before. she doesn’t feel that she has atoned (or is even willing to atone) for what she’s done to be able to look him in the eye when she dies for good.
“we still don’t know why Agatha killed her coven!” for power. the same reason she killed all of the other covens who were searching for the road.
these were not hidden messages guys. it was very clear.
#like i feel like some of yall didn’t actually watch the show#i think you watched solely for the lesbians and not to pay attention to the actual story#and i’m glad there were lesbians!! i loved agatha and rios dynamic! but truly what did you expect marvel to do#agatha all along#agatha all along spoilers#marvel
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Kissing it better 💕
(he hadn’t meant to do all that he was just startled lol)
#He wasn’t startled in a I didn’t see you coming way but I was not expecting a stick in my face way#Are you calling my nose a stick?? That’s so mean!#… just kisses him again (that’s how he solves all his problems and it works 99% of the time)#zosopp#one piece#one piece usopp#usopp#straw hats#zoro#one piece zoro#roronoa zoro#zoro x usopp#usopp x zoro#op fanart#one piece fancomic#one piece fanart#god usopp#my art
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If I may ask, how about No.13 from mha. I think she a really pretty character.
lol thirteen’s design is TOOOO CUUUUTE 💛
#lol okay lowkey high key their face reveal was a JUMPSCARE LOL#I just didn’t expect it at all hahah#I need to make a thirteen sticker hahahahah#thirteen#anan Kurose#mha#mha art#bnha#bnha art#my hero academia#pjseveryday#illustration#anime art#art#fanart#sketchbook#my hero art#pro hero thirteen
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