#I'm So Not Sorry

[thelaundrybitch]

Donnie Kisses

Turtledoves, it's been a fabulous day!

And I thought I'd share a little sugar with you...

➡️ Aged-up, adult turts

this may or may not have gotten a little out of hand I'm so sorry

Sweet and spicy - you've been warned.

Let me introduce you to Mr. Romance™

While Leo is going in for the kill, boyfriend here is just gonna be killing it.

I'm a firm believer that Don is Mr. Romance. And he is going to keep you on your toes. Chase you. Make you wonder…

He's gonna go from that little kiss kiss kiss to absolutely fucking manhandling you while you two are arguing.

You know the kind… 

Don is going to wait. He's going to make sure that this strange pull to you is worth risking his friendship with you. He's going to research. Calculate. He’s going to ask all the right questions and say all the right things. Tiptoeing the line of…  Suggestive… Or sarcastic? And right when he’s close enough with that flirty Don look on his face, he’s going to start speaking softer and softer so you have to lean in closer to hear him, so you’re hanging on every word and he’ll just lean forward and close the distance, brushing his snout alongside your nose to test. When you don't back away he will just barely touch your lips with his. With the lightest kiss… kiss… kiss… before he slants his mouth across yours and massages his lips against yours.

He’ll be busy. Sitting at his desk. Working on something. And while he’s interactive with you, you still aren’t his focal point. And it’s nudging at your patience.

Little do you know, you do indeed have his utmost attention. He’s doing it on purpose.

He’s waiting. Feeling you out. Seeing how long it takes until- 

Your leg stretches over his hips so you’re face to face with him, and your arms move around his neck as you lean against him. But he just dodges your head, looking around you as he continues to type lines of code. His brain working a million miles a minute, smiling internally that he has you… Right where he wants you. And it’s not until your voice goes from irritation that he’s ignoring you - to whining and pleading, that he stops mid-keyboard click and locks his eyes on yours, a smug smirk making its way across his lips. Hands abandon his coding and move to your waist as he rolls his chair forward and traps you between him and the desk. As his face gets closer to yours, he pauses and whispers, “Need me to run your lines of code too?” Then he laves the crease of your lips with a flat tongue, one of his hands moving to the back of your head to keep you still so he can absolutely devour you.

You had brought him to the rooftop of your building, having set up a date night. A blanket spread out with his favorite foods and some purple fairy lights as some romantic lighting. The pair of you sat and ate. Talking about everything. You were waiting for the meteor shower to begin, unbeknownst to him. Your smile grew wider as the time approached.

But then the clouds moved in, not only blocking your perfect view, but spitting down at you and ruining your surprise. Donatello jumps up and quickly starts to clean up the mess, but you can't stop the tears from falling along with the stupid rain.

He stops what he's doing immediately, hurrying to you.

As you vent out your frustration over the rain, he can't help but fall more in love with you, with each tear that makes its way down your cheeks.

Suddenly his mouth is on yours, coaxing your lips open, slow and firm. His tongue moving against yours in a dance of give and take.

The rain beats down harder and harder, adding some extra glide to your lips, and making him moan into your mouth the longer he tastes you.

You're out of breath and pull back, but his lips chase yours, his hands trapping your face in a cradle… because he needs more.

You had made it down to the lair before the guys got up. Peeking into the lab you see your boyfriend half asleep in his bed as he slappity-slaps at his phone alarm to stfu. Giggling, you head to the kitchen to start the coffee maker for him.

He comes out to the smell of newly brewed, fresh coffee, and follows the enticing scent to the kitchen.

Back to him, you're standing at the counter making him his morning coffee.

And something about the scene just sucks the oxygen from his lungs.

He's so in love with you.

His body moves on its own, and he quietly walks to the counter, grabs your hand and spins you like you're his dance partner. He spins you into his arms and dips you, his lips falling to yours while he holds you tight to him in that dip. Teeth grazing your bottom lip before he pulls it into his mouth for a little tantalizing suction. 

And as fast as it happened it’s ended.

A flirtatious smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth as he pulls back with a sultry quirk of a brow ridge, stands you on your own two feet, and strolls out of the kitchen, his coffee in hand.

He hasn't slept in days. The fate of the world is dependent upon his intellect to get them out of the current shit show.

Out of concern you tried to talk him into sleep, but he got nasty.

And a screaming match ensues.

Arms flung out and glaring as you yell back at him, you don't realize that this whole argument is doing it for him.

Your voice is strained and cracking as you bite back tears that threaten to spill, “Why are you being such a fucking assho-”

But the words die in your throat as he storms forward, crashing his mouth on yours as he scoops you up by the thighs, situating your spread legs around his hips. 

Your ass hits his lab table and he's crawling on top of you, pinning your hands above your head with a single hand while the other has a bruising grasp on your hip.

His tongue pushes through your lips only to pull back immediately with intense suction, your tongue swept into his mouth with his current of his lust. He does it over and over because he wants - no needs - to erase those dirty words from your pretty mouth. 

He never meant to get you that upset and now he needs to make up for it.

“I'm sorry for being an asshole… Let me make it up to you.”

He doesn't give you a chance to answer. He just takes those kisses from the top to the bottom, and lets his tongue love you with just as much passion below as he did above.

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though🤩

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[randysnutellajar]

Shawn to Hunter:

[myunconquerablesoul]

HI I've been thinking...ex- knight toji now currently fled away from the kingdom or city ..and lives alone in a forest peacefully cutting woods hunting by himself and all...and the reader who's a princess will try to find him for a quest...which she desperately fails and try to convince toji to come with her and others can go as you wish 👁️🫦👁️

THANK YOU!

I like your WORK SM.

too good to be wrong. (nsfw!)

I'M SERIOUS! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ only!

t.fushiguro x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of attempted murder, unprotected sex (be safe, folks! wrap it before you tap it!!!), blindfolding (kinda?), virgin!reader, loss of virginity, oral (fem! receiving), vaginal penetration, choking? (Like just briefly), I think that's it.

Authors note: Thank you for your Request, my lovely. I would have never thought that I would write for Toji, hahaha. But here we are! I loved your idea, but I changed a few things about the story because it felt right with the flow I was going. I hope you don't mind. As always, please let me know if you like it. My first attempt at smut!!! Feedback on what I could have done better is always welcomed. Love you all! Enjoy

Wordcount: 2.826

Being the crown princess, you had, like every accessor to the throne before you, solve a quest to prove your worth of the Thorne.

It was a long-lived tradition in your beloved Kingdom.

Like everyone who had to do this, you were given two months to complete your task. If you couldn't do so, the throne would fall onto the next in line.

Your quest was an easy one, or so you thought. It was winter at that time. Commonly, these quests were held in spring, but your father, the King, wanted you to do it at that time of the year.

And who were you to refuse the King? The man who was personally approved ruler of the land by God himself.

To be a woman of the upper society was terrible enough, but then to be the next to ascend the throne-

A woman as an accessor to the throne- you were his biggest regret. 

Your father also had a son, an illegitimate child, who was given birth by one of his mistresses.

Nicolas was two years younger than you. And unlike with you, one could tell that the King always preferred him. He hated that his firstborn was a girl. 

You knew that; Everyone knew that. 

This is why you always worked harder than anyone. And soon, you became known as the most perfect princess in the Kingdom.

Not only a genius strategist but also an adept diplomat.

No one doubted that you would lead this Kingdom into glory. Some even whispered that you would do a far better job than your father ever could.

So when did it all go south?

He doesn't know what came over him- What he was thinking, but it was too late anyway.

Toji has been in hiding for several years now. 

He had dared to disobey his general's orders, causing a riot that almost ended in a mutiny. After, he was sentenced to death and was supposed to be hanged, but he managed to escape. 

Since then, he has lived alone in a forest near the mountains in case he is tracked down.

This winter has been a tough one. The wind whipped on the skin, and he could hardly see anything through all the snow falling.

But he saw a lump on the ground, and as he came closer, he saw that the snow had turned reddish under the person, which could only indicate a life-threatening wound- if it wasn't already too late.

And then again, Toji wondered why he did it. 

He could have let you die- let nature play its game- but no, he had to take you with him and save you.

But the second after he laid you down on his bed to treat you, he was able to take a good look at your face.

"Fuck."

That was all almost a year ago. During this time, you've learned that the reason why the quest was postponed was all just a cruel plot against you. To Kill You. For your half-brother to take the throne.

Because Nicolas was an illegitimate child, he had no claim to the throne. But things are different if he is the king's only child. Then, he automatically becomes the heir to the kingdom.

I didn't know if it was your father's doing or your brother's, but you do know that you couldn't go back.

So ever since then, you have lived with Toji, hidden from the world.

Sometimes, he made trips to the neighborhood kingdom. Chances that they wouldn't recognize him were lower there. Since you would indeed be identified, you mostly stayed in the hut and prepared meals or would hunt alone.

After Toji returned, he proudly showed you the bottle of wine traded at one of the markets for the fur of one of the foxes you caught the other day.

"You traded fur for wine?!" with your hand on your hip, you showed annoyance clearly as day.

"Aww, come on, princess. It's not like we don't have anything we need by now to survive the winter anyways."

He was right. You filled your supplies weeks ago. Fur enough for the two of you and the wood was well sheltered from the rain.

"Still, you could have brought something better than this."

"Hey, it tastes good, and besides-" he came a little closer to you. "it helps keep us warm, hmm."

In all this time you've known him, you realized he was quite the teaser. "Is that so?" you asked, amused. "Oh yeah. Definitely."

"Well then, I guess it was a good investment then." Giggling, you returned to the hot pot of stew you were making.

"See. Now we start to speak the same language." Toji made his way to you. Standing right behind you and looking over your shoulder at what you were making.

"Hmmm, that smells so good." Toji must admit. At first, he didn't like the idea of you staying, but on the other hand, he enjoyed your company, and your cooking skills were a good bonus.

Maybe it helped that you weren't so bad to look at.

The two of you played this push-and-pull game for over half a year. This tension that has been building up-

It's just a matter of time until one of you does something about it. If Toji was honest with himself, he wouldn't mind if-

"Dinner is ready!"

How you managed to get yourself in this position is still a blur to you.

One minute, you were happily chatting and drinking, and the next- 

His kiss overwhelms your senses, and you sink deeper into it, drowning in his essence.

His hand reaches the back of your neck, and his other slides down your side. Your mouth opens wider as you let his tongue sink inside, and arousal curls around your body. 

He groans when you start sucking on his bottom lip. His hips drive into the space between your legs until you feel his clothed member pressing against your center. 

Your back arches, fingers tearing at his strands as you mold yourself to his body, needing to get closer. To feel deeper. 

His palm cups your breast, his fingers teasing the nipple through the thin fabric. He breaks his lips away from yours, moving to skim the corner of your jaw and then farther down, latching on to your neck. 

His teeth nip the skin until it stings, making goose bumps sprout along every inch of your body. Picking you up, you wrap your legs around Toji's middle as he takes you to his bed.

You moan, wetness dripping from your core and sticking to the inside of your legs, wishing he would touch you where you needed him the most.

You should feel ashamed of yourself. You were always thought to never long for this touch other than from your husband. You know this was bad, but this feels too good to be wrong.

He hesitates then, pulling back and gazing into your eyes, and for a slight moment, you worry that he'll change his mind. But with Toji, you should know better. 

He grips your hand tighter and then moves to grab the other, placing them above your head and tangling your fingers as he lays you into his bed. 

He leans in, his lips moving from the base of your neck to your mouth.

"Y/N," he murmurs. Your lips meet again, and your desire rises with each moment, heat throbbing your insides. 

You press your hips into him, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in deeper. 

He groans. Seeing someone like him get lost in passion and knowing you are the reason is intoxicating. His fingers tighten around yours, and he presses your hands deeper into the pillows as he pulls back to gaze into your eyes. 

"You're mine." It isn't a question. You nod anyway. Speaking against his lips. "Yours." You're desperate for him to fill you until you scream.

There is nothing Toji wouldn't do to keep you by his side. 

"Toji," you moan, fingers tugging at the strands of his hair until the root stings. 

You look so beautiful beneath him. All he wants to do is fuck you until you break, breed you until his cum leaks from your pores. 

Toji reaches for your ankle and drags you down to the edge of the bed. You yelp at the sudden movement. All he could do was moan at the sight reviled through the movement. His grasp tightens on you. 

"Fuck! No underwear?! Fucking brat! Are you trying to fucking kill me?" fingers dancing along the front of your leg, sliding to the inside of your thighs. And then he pinches. Your eyes flutter, and you part your mouth. 

"You like the pain, don't you, Princess?" Toji tilts his head, trying to keep himself from pouncing on you and burying his face in your pussy. "I- I don't know what I like," He laughed softly, hand smoothing over the reddened area from where he pinched you. Of course, you never let anyone touch you before. At least, he hoped so.

It wasn't uncommon for princesses to fuck around, but you were the perfect one. 

"We both know you'll take whatever I give you, nevertheless." Grabbing the hem of his shirt, Toji lifts it over his head. "And when you're on the edge of oblivion…" your eyes close when he lays the fabric on them, fingers slipping behind her head to wrap it around your skull until you are blind. 

"It's my name that will be screaming from those pretty little lips." He was almost entirely gone by now. The thought of you giving yourself to him, to belong to him, was overwhelming. 

You should feel embarrassed, needing a man to claim you. But when he lets go of your hand and for a second, you don't know what's happening until you hear and feel something rip. "Oh!" 

The cold air made your nipples harden the second they were exposed, but without warning, you felt Toji's mouth on them- "Toji- ah."

"Do you like how it feels?" he asks, letting go of your Brest with a pop. "I know you do. I bet your pussy is fucking wet for me, begging for something to fill it. Isn't it, my filthy girl?" 

"Do you know how badly I've ached to touch you?" he leans down, unable to resist the urge to taste you, leaving kisses along the middle of your belly. 

You moan, back arching off the bed as your legs clench together. 

Toji forces them back apart within seconds, fingers gripping your inner thigh. 

"Keep them open. I want to see your pretty cunt as it swells and begs me to let it come." 

You gasp, feeling his lips press a firm kiss against your clit. Toji groans at your taste, ragged and hungry. You feel like your hips quake when he curls his tongue at the entrance of your pussy, dragging it along your folds to collect the slick gathered there before his lips mold around your clit, and he sucks.

"Fuck, Princess." his words are muffled by your pussy as he repeats his earlier motions, and your hips almost vibrate beneath him when he slurps at you shamelessly, tasting everything you give to him.

Your hips are rocking against his warm mouth, legs trembling as he pushes them tighter against your chest, and your hands can only twist in his black roots to try and keep yourself grounded.

"Oh- oh, fuck." you whimper, toes curling and thighs flexing from beneath his palms, but Toji doesn't let you go as he continues to suck at your clit. Your hips tremble with the overwhelming pleasure of him sucking and swirling his tongue along your clit.

You hear him groan as you rock your hips back and forth into his eager mouth, suckling hard at your clit until you're quaking beneath him.

Seeing your pussy practically glistening for him makes his balls tighten and heat coil around his spine. His hand slips from your thigh to your throat, squeezing until he feels your heartbeat. 

"Such a good girl." he licks his lips, and his hand on your neck tightens as he lifts you by the throat until our lips are against one another. 

"So quiet, princess. What happened to your smart mouth?" your tongue peeks out to swipe across your lips, and he takes the opportunity, sucking it into your mouth and groaning at your taste. He pushes the blindfold from your face, desperate to have your eyes on him, to know he is affecting you the same way you are him. 

Because you wreck him. Destroy him from the inside out. He undoes his slacks and steps out of them, cock springing free, hard and angry, drops of cum creating a string of wetness that drips from the tip. You watch him stroke himself, and he loves the sight. 

"Do you see what you've done?" He rasps, stepping closer to the end of the bed. "You've made me insane." he moves onto the bed, spreading your legs wider as he crawls into the space between them.

Leaning down until your chests graze, he slaps his cock against your swollen cunt, heat spiking through both of you when he feels your nerves tense and pulse beneath his length. 

Thrusting his hips so his cock slides along your folds. 

You moan, breasts pressing into him as you arch your back.

Tongue traces along the seam of your lips, and he glances down, watching himself slip in and out over your pretty little pussy, his member's head engorged and purple as the skin pulls back with every thrust. 

"I could tease you all night like this." Toji's hands grip your thighs, spreading them wider. "Toji. Please-" 

"Are you a virgin, Y/N?" He had a hunch, but he needed to be sure. 

"Yes," you whispered. One word and Toji snaps. Packed with the need to be the one who claims you. His hand squeezes his member as he slides it down to your wet slit until it's pressing against your tight little hole. 

"And if I were to take you?" Your legs wrap around his hips again, pressing him farther into you. "Then I'm yours to take." 

"Fuck!"

Heat shoots through up his core. He presses in, the tip spreading your lips apart until they stretch around him. Toji was going crazy. Losing his mind with the need to thrust. To pump. To fuck. 

He slides inside of you, all the way up, eyes rolling back as your tight cunt swallows him whole. 

You cry out, legs tightening around his waist. He runs a hand along the top of your hair and over your cheek, cupping your face. 

"So fucking perfect." His cock pulses against your walls, your tight hole squeezing him so deliciously. 

He leans down to kiss you because he wants to feel your breath against his mouth as he makes you come apart. 

"Are you okay?" he whispers against your mouth. 

"Yes!" You sinks your teeth into his lip, biting until his skin breaks, his balls draw up so tight a little cum leaks. "Just like that. Ah-" He groans, throwing his head back. 

"Harder," you demand. Toji pulls out to the tip again, glancing down to see your wetness coating him, and then he slams right back in. You cry out, fingernails digging into his back as he hisses at the sting. 

Your eyes flare, mouth parting on a silent scream. "Does it hurt?" "No," you whisper. "Good." He rose, gripping your legs and lifting them to spread them apart to watch your abused center take his cock. 

The sight is incredibly addictive; nothing has ever felt like this. Toji's fingers slip to where you need him most, rubbing until your head thrashes back and forth. You're close. He can feel it in the way your walls tighten around him. Arousal flowing like water.

"Such a filthy girl, drenching my dick like you're my whore." And you explode, arms and legs wrapping around him, chest pressing against him. His hands move to your hips, holding them to him as Toji thrusts into you, chasing his own high as you shatter around him. 

"Toji!" you cry again and again. Whimpering as you hold on. He considers coming inside you for just a moment. Everything in him screams to do it.

But, at the last second, he pushes you back onto the bed, slipping out of you. Groaning, he throws his head back, muscles seizing tight. "Tell me you want it." he's desperate to come.

"I want it." There's no hesitation in your tone. "Please." his muscles tense, shaft jerking in his hand. "Paint it on my skin so everyone knows who I belong to." And that's all it takes for him to explode right then and there.

It's decided... Toji will never let you go.

[loyaldis]

CHA CHA CHA

[faefeiartsy]

heheh... Funni

[deusetco]

Lady Dimitrescu??? more like Lady Dick in my Trans Cunt

[dragonwysper]

Hey guys guess what

Maid outfit Johnny

[paper-birdies]

Well in good news, I hit 100 followers!

The bad news is now y'all are gonna see the whole IMP crew in the Homestuck sprite style now

[piers-wifey]

“Daddy's gonna get ya!”

[climbingthefloors]

obsessed with this baby hippo from thailand's khao khew zoo.. she has been so utterly betrayed by the world

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[kiryuing]

[potofsoup]

Oh look, it seems like there's a Republican-led movement to purge voter rolls in the lead-up to the election! It's almost as if your vote matters and they don't want you to vote! Anyway, I whipped up a quick map (based on this) that shows when the voter registration deadline is in each state. There are a few deadlines coming up in the next week or so.

If you live in a state that regularly purges voter rolls for infrequent voters (the orange ones in the first map), or if you moved recently, it's good to check if you're still registered to vote.

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Just put in your address and DOB and they'll tell you whether you're registered. (And they give you a quick link to register online if it turns out that you're not! Only the 9 states in white on my map don't have online registration, and for those they provide instructions on how to do it via mail or in person.) If you want an extra verification, find your state's election website and double-check there.

So yeah, give yourself peace of mind -- do a quick check. :)

[yourfavecharacterisqueer]

hypothetical scenario for you all: the real king arthur returns. you meet him and you welcome him into your home. what is the first thing you do with him? keep in mind, this is a man from the 500s (he died in 542), and you are from the 21st century (2024).

[honnojis]

bunch of dandadan stuff i've drawn/pixeled lately! figured i'd compile it all in one post rather than posting all of them separate lmao

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Wyll is so fucking funny and no amount of acknowledgement about this could ever be enough. He's literally walking around being so casually hilarious completely under-the-radar. He calls Halsin a "thick hunk of an elf". He once accidently implied that he was fucking an ogre instead of killing it and then proceeded to absolutely stumble his way through explaining. He gets excited by Lae'zel talking about carnal pleasures. He canonically tells his pessimistic thoughts to shut the hell up. He volunteers to babysit Shadowheart's hypothetical werewolf babies as long as she gets him gloves. He tries to give Gale a hero moniker like his own. He jokes that his father, the Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate, can't spell. He calls Astarion "Mister Fangs". He makes up storybook chapter names for his own fucking adventures. As a child he got chased by the Flaming Fist for stealing fruit, nearly drowned trying to find mermaids in the harbor, and almost successfully broke into the Counting House. He reads monster erotica, and is not ashamed to tell you about it. He ranks eating pudding among life's greatest moments. He will, without shame and completely unprompted, meow at you. He is 24 years old.