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[coralinnii]

Y’all made my most spiciest post (and it’s not even that spicy) the most popular on this blog and I feel both happy and wishing to get every one of you a drink cuz y’all are thirsty…and so am I. 

So just having more thoughts on overblot!Yuu

Referring to this post

Imagine overblot!Yuu with absolute tunnel vision and aggressive affection, wants nothing more than to make sure their friends are getting the rest and support they need… albeit forcefully. But hey, no one’s complaining.

Imagine overblot!Yuu standing behind Deuce as he was forced to sit down and study on his own, trapped between your arms and your strong presence pressed against him from behind. He swears he’s trying his best but his mind goes haywire everytime he feels your breath on him when you growl in his ear, ironically demanding him to pay attention to his work. Threatening him to keep him right there, under your watch, for however long it takes to get his homework done. Man, he hopes so

Imagine overblot!Yuu stealing Trey from the kitchen and then straddle his back on his bed after ripping his shirt off him. Your new found strength is put to good use as you give the young baker a massage to ease his tired muscles. Trey thanked the Sevens that he couldn’t face Yuu and had a pillow to hide the embarrassing noises he's making with every firm touch of your hands. Though, your nails are dangerously close to scratching along his naked back, growing frustrated that Trey’s body just keeps shivering and tensing up rather than relax. Wonder why that is? 

Imagine overblot!Yuu being angry at Cater’s obsession with Magicam and cute things, bringing him back to his bedroom then proceeded to blindfold him, but not before silencing his phone and tossing it aside. Overblot!Yuu hovered over the surprisingly quiet redhead, pinning his arms onto the mattress to restrict his phone-addicted hands. Being so frustrated by his false cute persona, Yuu wanted to see Cater’s truer self instead of the fake smiles he puts on for the camera, praising his more unhinged image. “F*ck being cute. I like messy Cater much better” you proclaimed, which sends shivers through the 2nd year’s body that he pray you didn’t notice. 

Imagine not learning the error of their ways (since no one said they hated it), overblot!Yuu proceeded to attack the Heartslabyul Housewarden the same way as the others, trapping him and aggressively loving him. You always wanted to help calm Riddle down from his foul mood that comes from dealing with his responsibilities, and that want has now intensified. Imagine overblot!Yuu disarming Riddle from his magic pen and forcing him onto his own bed where you started to caress him, hoping to soothe his anger. But Yuu is baffled by how red Riddle still was after long petting and cuddling sessions. Was he still angry? Still, Yuu is still determined to find a way to have Riddle rest so you continued on, testing every part of his body to see what comforts him best. Riddle, with a burning face, endured your touch for so long, unable to rest like Yuu wanted.

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[frondere]

Learning Commons Chapters 20-22:

As promised, a bit of a bigger update!!!! (+ a lil stan drawing)

Also thank u so much for the love lately, 8K hits, 500 kudos, lovely lovely comments - i swoon every time y'hear?!

For as normal as Stan had hoped things would be over the next two weeks, he quickly realized he was wrong. Very wrong. It was almost like Ford had never met him before, like that awkward first time in the library where everything between them felt strained and distant. Ford was cold, snippy, and kept to himself. Sure, it was finals season, Stan and Fidds had practically resorted to pleading with Ford to eat—a bowl of cereal, for crying out loud—and Ford just kept scribbling equations on the damn windows like some kind of madman.  But what really stung was how Ford seemed dismissive whenever it came to anything involving Stan directly. Any time they were one-on-one, Ford brushed him off, gave half-answers, or flat-out ignored him. It was like he was trying to avoid Stan, and it didn’t help Stan’s current state of mind. Every night, he went to sleep only to have that incident in the bathroom replay in his head. It haunted him. Worse, sometimes those dreams took a frustratingly... vivid turn, forcing him to wake up and take care of…things. He winced at the thought and slouched further into the beanbag couch as Fiddleford tinkered with something beside him. At least Fidds didn’t treat him like he had the plague. Hell, Stan had only one final exam coming up—stats—and his last game had been pushed to January, leaving him with way too much free time and not nearly enough distractions. So, he focused on what he could control. Maybe, just maybe, if he built a stronger friendship with Fiddleford—maybe something more—he could just ignore that feeling once and for all. Ford would come to his senses after the semester ended, and things would be…whatever their version of normal could be. Stan knew he couldn’t keep poking the bear. He didn’t want to lose Ford again. It was already starting to feel like he was slipping away. Besides, he genuinely liked Fidds, so it wasn’t like he was settling or anything. It was a win-win. Or at least, that’s what Stan kept telling himself, as he furrowed his brow, staring blankly at the statistics packet in his lap. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even realize Fiddleford had been talking to him until a paper airplane landed squarely in his mullet. Stan blinked, shaking himself out of his daze, and turned to see Fiddleford laughing, already folding another sheet of paper. "Staring at that packet ain't gonna fill it out," Fiddleford teased, snorting as he set down his tools. Stan rolled his eyes, grabbing a can of Pitt Cola from the coffee table. “I wish it would. Cumulative exams suck.” He took a long sip, pretending it would take away the creeping sense of frustration that clung to him like a shadow. Fiddleford nodded in agreement, moving to tinker with something that looked like a bizarre mix of wires and metal scraps. Stan squinted at it, suddenly curious. “What the hell is that mad scientist doing?” he muttered, not realizing he’d spoken aloud until Fiddleford snorted again. “Planning world domination,” Fiddleford replied dryly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Stan blinked, leaning forward slightly. “Wait, you serious?” Fiddleford laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, reckon I don’t have the right temperament to rule the world. But I could probably start a cult or somethin’.” He scratched his mustache with a smirk. Stan chuckled. “Yeah, no one would suspect a cowboy hippie. You could probably alter memories or something, and no one’d notice.” Fiddleford raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking. “Funny you say that. I actually sketched out a blueprint for a memory-wiper once.” Stan choked a little on his drink, sputtering. “You’re jokin’, right?” Fiddleford laughed, a warm, low sound that somehow made Stan relax a little. “No joke, though I reckon it’s not exactly ethical.” He turned back to his work, screwing in a bolt with precise movements. Stan shook his head, laughing despite himself. “Remind me never to get on your bad side.”

To u, reader, see the rest here:

Learning Commons (78966 words) by Frondere Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Ford Pines/Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket/Stan Pines Characters: Fiddleford H. McGucket, Stan Pines, Ford Pines, Filbrick Pines, Caryn Romanoff Pines, Carla McCorkle, Rico (Gravity Falls), Jimmy Snakes Summary: Ford had never been fond of tutoring. It wasn’t the subjects that got under his skin, but the incessant distraction of students fixating on his six fingers. Their fascination was more annoying than entertaining. Still, he needed the job to cover the rent for the apartment he shared with his roommate, Fiddleford, and he was determined to finish his multiple degrees. It was a necessary part of the journey. Then, his next mentee turns out to be his own brother. Who he hasn't seen. In almost 3 years.

Will go back to being a bit slow, so enjoy this early chaptered stan sketch with his many many wandering thoughts too :3

ciphers for u:

i miss ford does he miss me? mom, i wish i could call you im sorry ford what if marc finds me?

[skywarpie]

❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜ / Copia x Cumulus impact play, pretty please?

Darker vibes prompts

It had all started because of that fucking white suit. Why the Cardinal thought such tight fitting pants would be flattering is still beyond Cumulus. She isn't complaining though. It gives a good view the whole show.

Once the show had ended, they all filed off the stage. Several of the ghouls joking with one another. Cumulus's eyes remained zoned in on the Cardinal in front of her. He was still in that fucking suit and wearing that stupid hat and using his cane to point off in another direction as he spoke to Aether. It wasn't often Copia used it, but he'd confided recently to his ghouls that a previous hip injury was slowly beginning to rear its head once more.

Sure, it's a good aid for walking but Cumulus has a different idea.

She watches as he slips off into his own dressing room, she follows close behind. He's just about to close the door when cumulus plants her foot in the doorway.

Copia blinks. "Oh! Did you need something?" The look on his face is too earnest for her. He's too cute for his own good.

"Mind if I come in?" Cumulus purrs and the Cardinal wastes no time in stepping back and motioning her inside.

"Did something ha --" Copia doesn't even have time to finish his sentence before he's shoved, back against the door. With wide mismatched eyes he stares at the ghoulette.

"You think you're funny or something?" There's no malice in her voice.

"I -- I don't know what you mean." Copia squeaks as be tries to shimmy away.

"Oh, I know you're smarter than that." She cups him through his trousers. "Out there showing off to everyone." She squeezes.

It takes a moment but she sees the moment realization hits him. The way his pupils dilate and he lips his lips. "Well, I didn't hear many complaints." That's true. Everyone had lost it as soon as the outline of his cock was visible. "Although, something tells me you seem to have one." He cocks a brow. Cumulus is about to chide him when her eyes land on the cane still gripped in his left hand.

They're on one another in an instant. Teeth and fangs clacking together as their mouths fight for dominance. But cumulus is determined to win this. And within a few moments she has the Cardinal bent over the vanity, his pants around his ankles. She's long since snatched his cane, which she now runs along the bare flesh of his ass.

Copia whines as he pushes back against her, desperate for any friction.

"I think ten lashes should be a sufficient enough punishment, what do you say?" Her only response is a frustrated groan and she grabs Copia by his hair, forcing him to look at his own reflection." For every time you look away from the mirror I'm adding an extra hit."

She runs the cane against the underside of his ass before bringing it down with a hard thwack. Copia bites his lip as he groans.

"I need you to count each one, baby." She whispers in his ear. "Otherwise I may lose count and have to start over."

She brings the cane down a second time, this time a fraction of an inch higher than the first hit.

"Two." Copia's eyes are wild as he meets his reflection.

They keep this pace for majority of the time. Cumulus alternating between hitting him in the same spot followed by a hit either below of above the last. "You're doing so well, my pet." She licks the shell of Copia's ear. He's long since faded into the feeling of bliss. He keeps his lidded eyes on his reflection and Cumulus notices the way his make-up is smudged, drool running down his chin.

She hits him one last time, her left hand sneaking around to grab his cock which hangs hard and neglected.

Copia whines as she lays her weight against his abused ass. "Shh." Cumulus kisses his sideburn as she runs a nail gently along the slit of his cock.

Copia screams, thrusting into her hand desperately. She lets him do it, occasionally twisting her fist along the head. It doesn't take long before the Cardinal is spilling over her hand and the vanity, collapsing with pathetic little whines.

Cumulus knows he enjoys being held afterward, it's the security that does it for him. Unfortunately they can't do that in the dressing room. Instead she places a kiss on the nape of his neck, rubbing a soothing hand over his abused flesh. "Visit me tonight?"

Copia nods and later that night he finds himself in her warm embrace as she peppers his face with kisses

[frownyalfred]

It actually makes a lot of sense that Bruce was one of the few people left standing in the crowd at Haly’s Circus when Dick’s parents died.

Watching two innocent people plummet to their deaths is gruesome. It’s shocking. It can be horribly traumatic, depending on the blunt force trauma of hitting the ground. They might not have died right away. They might have bled and made awful noises that were heard even above the sounds of the crowd.

But Bruce is Batman. Bruce saw his parents get murdered right in front of him. And he knows the sounds and sights of someone dying. He’s hardened himself to stay calm in a situation like that, both through trauma and practice.

I think the image of a young Dick Grayson making eye contact with the one unshaken person in the crowd is chilling. A man standing resolute when everyone else is screaming, sadness etched across his face. But not panic. Not confusion. Resignation, maybe.

[noodles-and-tea]

whaddya think of the mystery trio?

I LOVE!!!!!

[lovelyghst]

just imagine ghost getting his Jacob's ladder piercing while he's dating you and after it's healed yall have sex for the first time and it's just like sensory overload

i know absolutely nothing about piercings, but this idea is simply too good to pass up. my brain is melting.

hmmm, thinking about ghost who, despite not being able to properly get off himself, is still so attentive to his sweet girl throughout the whole healing process; offering you his mouth and fingers whenever he notices your focus beginning to drift off and shift elsewhere, having you rub yourself up on his jean-clad thigh when you can’t seem to shake the burst of energy.

because while you never outright asked him for anything of the kind, he just knew.

and even if you were the one so insistent on following the piercer’s advice—taking each and every precaution possible in avoiding the risks that simon shrugged off as ‘not gonna happen.’—you still felt bad. though, he couldn’t resist your stern pouting for long, turning weak the moment you cocked your head and promised him a sweet treat when he’s all healed up.

so, of course, ‘whatever you say, doll.’

anything to put your pretty mind at ease. he is a soldier, after all. he can wait, even if it kills him. it got pretty damn close to it, too.

which is what makes the first time back so fucking good. that reunion, and the return of that glimmering look you get in your eyes every other time he presses his pink lips to your collar and gently hikes you up the mattress after a long time away.

and truthfully, he was done in the moment you tapped him on his shoulder and told him to guess what day it was.

“shit, baby—” he grits out with a heavy breath, eyes trained on your own as he watches you reverently lick up the underside of his cock. your fingers tighten around the base when his abs pull taut, tongue gliding over the cool metal.

taking your time in feeling each and every barbell leading to the tip, making him twitch in your hand at the hot and wet drag over his sensitive skin. a heavy breath seeps from his lungs, his jaw clenching as he fights to hold off. jesus, you’re too good to him.

a sweet fucking treat, indeed.

you giggle before taking the head of him between your swollen, spit-stained lips, reveling in the quick hiss he sucks in through his teeth as you whine at the familiar taste of his pre leaking onto your tongue. your other hand slips up his thigh while you squeeze your own together, your freshly done-up nails leaving little, pink crescent shapes in his thick skin.

“fuck— not gonna last ‘f you keep that up,” he warns, a struggle in and of itself, and it’s an utter miracle he doesn’t collapse to the floor when you only hollow your cheeks and suck in response. he hardly manages to stifle an embarrassingly whorish moan at that.

god, you look so pretty down there, on your knees for him. so fucking debauched, and so, so perfect.

the way your thumb toys with the piercings as you have your own fun, and how you preen in his hold like a sweet cat when he slips a hand to the back of your neck. he’s going to miss it when he forces himself to pull you away, frowning at the pout you give him as he’s lifting you off your feet and carrying you over to your bed.

“’m sorry, sweetheart… just too fuckin’ pretty for yer old man anymore— didn’t want it t’go to waste.”

he kisses your temple, mumbling his apologies in your hair. you hardly even register your bare back making contact with your sheets, so wrapped up in his hold, before he’s kissing his way down your neck.

“wanna fill yer pretty cunt,” he murmurs, and it’s nearly incoherent as his lips press against your racing pulse point. “make ‘er cum ‘round my cock… know y’missed it too, sweet girl. a proper fuck…”

he’s talking more to himself than anything, and a small gasp from you follows soon after when his arm is snaked between your bodies and his fingertips make contact with your swollen, little clit. won’t even stretch you out with his fingers; he’s had his fill of that over the course of the last month. let him feel how much you missed his cock.

“poor thing’s soaked f’me, baby.” he groans as he adjusts on his forearm and regains his bearings, dick twitching against your thigh with every noise squeaked out from your throat. “cunt’s gonna take me just right, lovie… so fuckin’ well…”

he rambles a lot when he’s needy, you’ve come to learn.

you whine when his hand leaves you to take his cock in a fist, your nails digging into his chest and shoulder when he presses the head to your messy pussy. just the tip in and you’re already seeing stars, the shared moan between the two of you raw and pornographic.

he’s gritting out his swears before you try to shush his dirty mouth with a kiss, and he accepts it greedily, almost too eagerly.

your body reacts to his, simultaneously craving more and trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation all at once. your brain is fuzzy by the time he’s nearly bottoming out inside you, ears deaf to the unabashed sounds spilling from your lips as the feeling of his fresh piercings dragging against your every sweet spot burns itself into your memory.

and before you can catch your breath, a thumb is being pressed up against your sensitive bud once again, your legs constricting around him involuntarily as you jolt with a cry. heat prickles at your skin, his teeth at your jaw making your spine tingle.

he’s telling you to cum, begging you to make a mess of his cock.

his hand picks up its pace, hips grinding against yours sloppier than ever as he pleads right up against your temple for you to use him, just finish him off, fucking cum for him.

you squeeze around his cock like a vice and pull him straight under with you, arms locked tight around his neck as your pretty cunt utterly wrecks him. making him throb and twitch, fucking himself dumb through his high and wringing him dry of everything he’s kept pent up for you. at least for now, anyway.

his and your panting rings out in the room as he sits back on his knees, his cock still hard as he gently pulls out of you. watching his pearly cum bead from your slit, your chest gradually slowing down within the time he takes to drool over the sight of you.

it’s not long before simon has you laying on your tummy with your head in the soft sheets, a pillow slipped underneath your hips to prop you up. not making you do an ounce of work as he uses your warm, pliant cunt as his sweet cum dump for hours on end.

fucking you gently, lovingly, all while trying his best to keep his weight off your back. he kisses behind your ear, cooing praises and choked grunts that make your tummy flutter with butterflies. you can only giggle into the pillow nestled in your arms as he makes up for all the lost time.

filling you with load after load, the number becoming lost on your fuzzy mind after a certain amount, until your belly is achingly full and his cock is numb from overstimulation. only to coax you onto your back, easing your limp legs apart to watch his cum leak from your pretty hole. pressing a flat palm to your lower tummy, sighing in time with your strangled noises as your sensitive pussy drips more of his spend. leaning forward and licking it all up like some starved mutt; groaning at the taste, arms tightening around your hips as he eats his mess out of his pretty girl.

[chanafehs]

da2 posting again. I'm so normal about Merrill

[insufferablemod]

gal pals

[linsticism]

Thank you for teaching us about the insides :) from mag 34 - anatomy class

[rafey-baby]

This is literally mean older!rafe who refers to himself as daddy and makes sensitive!reader sit on his lap because she’s a restless crybaby who needs his attention 24/7 or else her pouting and whining is going to piss him off even if he can't help but get hard whenever she cries.

“Just stay still and pretty right there, yeah?” He murmurs into her ear when she rests her head on his shoulder and wraps her smaller arms around his firm abdomen as he goes over some business contracts.

He’d harshly smack her ass whenever she’d so much as wriggle her hips on top of him, which makes her jump and let out a faint whimper every single time.

“What did I just tell you? Don’t wanna make Daddy upset with you, do you?” He scolds her when she tries to adjust her position once more because she's aching at this point.

“No! No! Sorry, I just…”

“You just what?” His question comes off as mocking.

“You’re being mean,” she frowns.

“I’m being mean? Even if I’m letting you sit in my lap and voluntarily listening to your annoying whining? You don’t see me complainig, do you? Why don’t you go to the bedroom and sit there alone then, hm?" His words are coarse; her eyes turning watery at the notion of him being mad at her.

“No, that’s not what I meant…don’t wanna be alone,” her voice is muffled against his neck as she sniffles.

"Why are you crying?" His tone is patronizing, yet the calloused fingertips smoothing through her hair tender.

"Cause I made you upset," her forlorn mumbling makes him soften some as he lets out a deep sigh at the thought of her teary eyes dampening his shirt.

"You wanna make me feel better?" He questions with an almost gentle rasp.

"Mhm," she eagerly nods against the side of his head and tightens her hold around him.

“Why don’t you shut that dumb mouth then and stop moving around so much and let Daddy focus, yeah?”

Finally, she listens; not daring to shift an inch anymore. Even if she can feel the obvious bulge in his pants pressing against her puffy clit and making her soak through her panties as her cunt throbs at the prospect of him rewarding her later for being good…

read another part to this here!

[livpoid]

[cyber333angel]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE MORE PORN LINKS FOR LOGAN HOWLETT

P*LINKS FOR LOGAN HOWLETT <3

logan calling you into the bathroom

making out with logan

logan teasing you before bed

logan taking his stress out on you

logan putting you to sleep on other his fingers

when your really needy so logan makes you do all the work

nightly routine before bed

riding logan because of a failed movie night

how the two of you wake each other up in the morning

logan being rough

a very neeedy logan

sitting inbetween logans legs and getting fingered 😵‍💫

logan fingering you pt4

face to face

logan on the kitchen counter

in the honda odyssey pt2

logan showing off his strength

logan eating you out

logan and his breeding kink

choking with logan

[overh0l]

the couple ever

[beauzone]

a redraw

[normal-about-the-dca]

Security Breach: Ruin

[peanuttoffee]

i sorta kinda waited for a reason to post this, and today seems to be perfectly reasonable :D