#IT MAKES ME FERAL OK

[tantamounttoflirtation]

Love when two people who have been alone and misunderstood their entire lives can find acceptance and understanding in one another. This is a totally normal thing to enjoy and its definitely not indicative of a deeper insecurity on my part haha

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[derangedsynthpop]

"time to put the screen away"

"lights out evan"

"you already had your five more minutes"

OKAY DADDY

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[ninoochat]

He gives it to me good and hard and I fucking like it

[obviousanon]

Guys. Guys. Guys you need to see this.

Don't tell me this motherfucker doesn't like pain. Ever. Because you're never gonna win.

Logan and Wade fucked in that Honda Odyssey.

[1000dactyls]

a random assortment of httyd drawings i’ve collected in the past couple of weeks…. B) maggotfig is my httyd oc who is a very good viking boy who dreams of not very viking appropriate things, like what the best kenning for a zippleback’s teeth might be. his right eye is covered because it causes him a lot of pain and is hyper-sensitive when exposed to light, leading to a lot of migraines. it’s a good thing gormworm (or “gormy”) guards his blindspot…

[youtappedout]

[pedro-pedrito-pascalito]

slowly losing it. 🙂

[mandiemegatron]

[ 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚜𝚔 ]

𝙳𝚘𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝙳𝚘𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚋!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚐)

𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝟷𝟾+, 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸. 𝚂𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙳𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

A little gifty-poo for my dearest @laidenbreecatchall !! Thank you for everything you do, I'm so glad you exist in my life!!! 😭😭😭💖💖💖 I hope yall enjoy a little taste of the crazy man that is Doflamingo 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖

Doflamingo, my beloved 😭😭💖💖

SHOUT OUT TO MY BETA @moss-woods , THIS IS NOT POSSIBLE WITHOUT YOU !!! I love you endlessly!! 💖💖💖💖

There was always something about Doflamingo that sent your nerves into overdrive. The loud cackle that echoed in the halls of Dressrosa, the way his feathered coat left trails of him wherever he went, the smell of his cologne filling your senses to the point of near suffocation -

You loved it all.

There was a difference in the way he looked at you after you returned from your first, and immensely successful, solo mission. The way his glasses glinted in the candlelight of his office as you tossed the files you'd stolen onto his desk with a muted thump.

He was clearly impressed, with the way he stood from behind his desk and sauntered over to you, crowding around you and cooing in your ear with how pleased he was with you and your work ethic.

That was three months ago, and now he wouldn't leave you be.

“Ah, here you are~”

You sighed through your nose and tore your eyes from your scribbling to look up, only to immediately press your back right into your chair, Doflamingo's face a mere inch or two from yours. Any closer and the tip of his nose would brush against yours… you mutely wondered what it would feel like, quickly shaking away the thought as you cleared your throat and asked,

“Good afternoon, Doffy! What can I do for you?”

The Celestial cackled as he moved around the small table and came up behind you, placing his warm hands onto your shoulders, his lithe fingers gripping into your clothes and flesh as he bent down to breath across your ear,

“Your King demands your presence.”

You turned your head slightly to look at him, your cheeks burning at how close he was. Your eyes flickered to his lips for a moment before staring back into his rose tinted shades.

“A-alright, well what-”

One of his hands moved from your shoulder to grip the lower half of your face, his fingers tight against your cheeks as he tugs you a little closer to reprimand you.

“I didn't ask you to speak.”

You freeze in his grasp, ignoring the way your heart beats in an irregular tempo, like a mismatched drum set playing two different songs.

You went to apologize when his grip tightened enough that you whimpered, ignoring the way your legs trembled and ached to press together for relief.

“... come with me.”

He releases you and moves back far enough for you to slide out of your chair. Eyes wide and curious, you followed behind him, having to take three steps for every one of his.

He kicks his room door open and reaches behind him to grip you at the base of your neck, nearly tossing you into his room and onto the lush carpet that laid around his bed.

“You've tried my patience too long, little dove.”

You shiver from your spot, groaning silently as you untangle your limbs and sit up on your knees to stare up at him.

“What did I do?”

Doflamingo stops mid stride at your small voice, a deep set frown etched into his face as he nearly hisses back,

“You know what you do.”

Your expression twists into one of confusion and worry, your fingers aching to reach out to him and it's like he reads your mind, taking the last long step to you before he reaches down and hauls you up onto his bed. He throws you down onto the plush comforter and tosses his coat beside you, watching as your adoring eyes roam his god-like body.

“That.”

Your gaze stops on his face, watching from his giant bed how he seems to have an inner conflict. You sit up only to be pushed back down roughly, one of his large hands almost covering both breasts from thumb to pinky.

“That's what you do. You stare.”

Your brows furrow slightly as you tease lightly,

“You're upset because… I stare at you.”

Doflamingo cages over you in a flash, his hands on either side of your head as he slots his body between your legs. You wince slightly at the tug in your muscles, not used to being stretched like this but you breathe slowly to work through the pain.

“Mock me again,” he hisses down at you, ignoring your pain as he presses his hips harder into yours, grinning wickedly as your legs automatically curl around his waist.

“Oh? Is this all my little bird wanted?”

His voice purrs in your ear as his thick, clothed cock brushes against your core, pulling a gasped moan from your lips.

“D-doffy-”

He shuts you up with a rough kiss, his larger mouth taking over yours and claiming it like he did Dressrosa, with cunning skill and walking the fine line of manipulation.

He pulls back slightly to nip at your bottom lip before he snarks at you,

“Just a crumb of affection from your King and you fall apart… tell me, my dearest, darling little dove…”

Your eyes slowly reopen to stare up at him, breathless and aching for more as he continues,

“How many times have you dreamed of me?”

You freeze under him, your eyes going wide in shock and surprise as you try to get out an answer.

“I-wh-I-you-”

He mocks you in a snooty tone before cackling at you, leaning down to catch your neck in his teeth harshly before letting his tongue dance over the wound. Your teeth clench as you keep back a shout of pain at the bite, though your eyes roll back as a shiver runs through your body as he lavishes your skin.

“All it took to make you fall apart was a little attention… So tell me,” he purrs again, his words dipped in sugar as he murmurs against your throat, “how many times… have you dreamed of me? Of being like this…”

One of his hands curl into your hair to tug your head backwards, exposing your throat to him completely as he chuckles over your skin.

“Or… of being mine?”

Your breath catches in your throat as your head is pulled back, the pleasure overtaking the pain as you finally whimper out,

“Too many times.”

Doflamingo grins against your throat as he demands lightly,

“Show me.”

Your hands move to cradle his face in your palms, stilling the beast above you as he seems to stop breathing. Your fingertips gently dance over his face, his sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and down the bridge of his nose.

The movement stills the Heavenly Demon, though you can see how hard his heart pounds in his chest from where you're lying. You smartly make no comment, instead continuing to trace over every inch of him you can reach.

There's nothing but silence between you, both your breaths mingling as aching tensions rise, feeling how hard he's becoming just from your touch.

You can't help but smirk slightly, your eyes wandering over his face again as your fingers just dance over the rim of his glasses.

“Just a little affection from your favourite dove,” you whisper out, shocking Doflamingo into a silent rage. “That's all it takes? Oh, my love…”

You watch his chest lurch slightly where his heart sits underneath, knowing that your words somehow made his nearly non-existent organ stutter. Pulling him down by the back of his neck, your lips met once more as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling a low growl from his throat as you bite at his bottom lip before pulling back.

One of his hands roams down and rips your pants down your legs, tossing them and your panties aside like trash as he presses two fingers into your warmth. They slide in easy, immediately soaked from how wet you were, the lewd sounds filling his room and your ears.

“Is that what you want, pet?”

His fingers curl upwards and press against that sweet, spongy spot that makes you see stars, the overwhelming pleasure taking all logic from you as you nod wordlessly. He chuckles to himself as he watches your body move on its own, grinding against his hand as his palm presses against your little bundle of nerves, alighting your skin as if it were on fire.

“Cum for your King.”

He presses into you over and over, adding a third finger and rubbing against your clit with a ferver you didn't know he had. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as you inhaled, your vision going blank from how hard you came as he kept going, causing you to squirt over his hand and upper arm.

He stills for a moment as you slowly come down, watching with greedy eyes as your chest heaves with every breath you take. ‘All mine,’ he thinks to himself as he pulls his fingers from you and presses them to your mouth.

“Clean yourself up, dove.”

You lick and suck his fingers and hand clean, making sure to keep your eyes on him the entire time. A wicked grin washes over his face at the sight as his other hand pulls down his own pants.

When finally cleaned, he cages you once more, lifting your legs with tight gripped fingers as his heavy cock rests against your twitching core.

“Is this what you want?” He coos, that same grin never leaving his face as his cock slides up and down your slick warmth.

“Please,” you beg softly, letting your hands roam his chest, memorizing every curve and scar with loving fingertips.

“Oh, my dearest bird…”

He stares you down, one brilliant blue eye and one scarred watching you like a predator watching his last meal.

“All you had to do… was ask.”

[forestfullofberries]

nice morals you have here. would be a shame if this cruel world beat them out of you

[thatsmylog]

was only going to have a little amuse-bouche of speirs being all What at dealing with people peopling but speirs gifs are v moreish

anyway here's two more i don't make the rules

[noahmrshall]

I'M SO OBSESSED WITH THEIR RELATIONSHIP SERIOUSLY, THEY ARE MADE FOR MEEEEEE, GIVE ME HEAVEN'S SECRET 3!!!!!!

[wulvercazz]

🤭 having 🍼thoughts🍼 pls enjoy✨

// lactation , adult breast feeding , possible mpreg if you want to think there is ?? / omegaverse also possible??? or just because tbh, Ichigo being a boob man

thinking about Grimm’s milky tibbies 🫢💦 also thinking about Ichigo going feral over them, quite literally. starts as teasing and touching like he always does, until the tiniest drop has him suddenly ravenous.

it’s pretty much the first conscious thing Ichigo’s tasted that’s of hollow nature; the hollow blood in him is singing.

…the hollow that’s outwardly interacting with the world is growling possessively around his teat when Grimmjow asks what the fuck he’s doing.

Ichigo pawing at him as if Grimmjow’s both prey and mate after the first accidental taste, is not a feeling he’s ever considered, or believes he can enjoy for that matter.

but there’s no taking Ichigo away from his meal right now, is there? suckling away with dazed, inked, eyes that are almost glowing golden; sharper clawed hands half kneading, half pulling at Grimmjow’s whole ribcage.

Grimmjow would be pissed if only the feeling of him didn’t stir him so; if only the little pervert wasn’t absentmindedly humping away at his groin as he fed.

all he can really do is awkwardly pat Ichigo’s head with annoyance and the most uncomfortable arousal he’s ever felt;… and bark a warning growl of his own at the aggressive little shit his mate has turned into on top of him when he growls again under his touch.

he might just start scruffing the fuck out of Ichigo, he might allow this, for now— but the feral Vasto is on thin fucking ice.

[c2-eh]

Carlos' hands. That's it, that's the post.

[figofswords]

i know ive made myself the #1 izutsumi stan in the eyes of all of my friends and probably some of you online people but what if i became a mithrun stan. there is something about him that compels me. i just want to *clenches fist* put him on the drying rack. lovingly stick him into a tupperware for later. make him into. a broth of some sort. do you understand