#LOCK ME UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY!!!

[proxythe]

i love entertaining au where kotone survives when i feel like just being happy. like why not. sure it wouldnt make sense at all considering the plot and message of the game, but who cares. so what i want kotone and aigis to be happy forever. is that so wrong of me. so what i want kotone and aigis to learn not only how to navigate being alive but also enjoying being alive with each other because i can personally give them the time to be able to do that by just using my head…

[terristre]

ACE TRAPPOLA WHERE IS YOUR FUCKING MAID DRESS

[aztarion]

hey whatsup

[nina-ya]

A/N: Just a little something I wrote to procrastinate instead of working CW: Smut, AFAB Reader, Penetrative sex WC: 874

Thinking about needy Law who seeks you out when he is overcome by his urges. It doesn’t matter where you are or what you are doing; his visceral need to be inside of you overtakes all other priorities.

He walks up behind you, his presence an unexpected but welcomed interruption to whatever you happened to be doing at the time. He wraps his arms around your torso to hold you tight against him, the warmth of his breath tickling against your skin coupled with the soft pressure of his lips on your neck sending shivers down your spine. As his kisses trail down your neck and your shoulder, you can feel his breathing starting to get heavier as his craving grew. 

Law’s hands begin to explore your body, touching and squeezing every inch that he could get to. You ask what he is doing, a smile evident in your voice, only to be met with the vibrations of his voice against your neck as he whines out something about wanting you. 

He uses one of his hands to turn your face towards him and capture your mouth in a deep kiss– slipping his tongue into your mouth with small sighs and sounds of pleasure being pulled from deep within him. You find yourself turning around to face him, succumbing to the urge to fill his needs. 

His hands trail down your sides until they reach your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as he places you onto a nearby surface– a counter, a table, wherever his needs take you. He would grip your thighs and roll his hips against yours, seeking any kind of friction. The grinding builds a growing heat between you two, accompanied by whimpers that escape your mouth which would be swallowed by his own.

Desperation fuels Law’s mutterings of ‘please’ or ‘I need you’ against your lips as he grips at the fabric of your pants, pleading you to let him continue. When you give him the go-ahead, he wastes no time in discarding your bottoms.

Your hands work with urgency, quickly freeing him from the constraints of his pants. As you grasp his cock, a guttural moan escapes his lips and his forehead falls against yours. His breathing comes out in ragged pants as your teasing touch elicits desperate moans from deep within him. Law’s own hand finds its way to the core of your own desire, his fingers gliding along your wetness with focus and precision, occasionally circling that bundle of nerves that has you whimpering out and leaning into his touch.

As you swipe the head of his dick, thumb smearing his precum across the tip, Law responds with a sharp gasp and a shaky moan, his fingers jolting and pressing against your clit in the process. His hot breath against your skin blends with your own shared gasp and moans that fill the air from the lewd acts.

Law wraps his hand around yours and guides himself to your entrance, wetting himself with your arousal. With a desperate need, he slides into you, each thrust a rough, intense motion that expresses the deepness of his desires. His face presses into your shoulder, muffling his whimpers against you as he loses himself in the feeling of you squeezing him so tightly around him.

Law’s hands find their place on your hips, pulling you against him with each forceful thrust. Whimpers and moans spill from his lips, filling the air with declarations of his pleasure and need. “Fuck… f-feels so good… can’t stop,” he whimpers, his hips pounding into yours faster and harder with each passing moment. “You feel too good, I need you so bad.”

Law’s thrusts grow needier, his rhythm more frenzied and his hips slam into yours as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Your own moans fill the room along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Each thrust sends a jolt through your body, and you can feel his cock roughly dragging in and out of you as he fervently moves.

Law’s desperate whimpers fill the air, a string of curses paired with every motion. “Fuck, fuck, s-so close, ah,” he frantically whimpers, his movements becoming more erratic. In a final intense moment, he speeds up when suddenly a deep groan escapes him as he stills within you.

The warmth of his release floods you as hot ropes of his cum shoots into you. His grip on your thighs loosens, and his hips lazily roll into yours as he rides the aftershocks of his climax.

As Law gradually recovers from his climax, his breathing begins to steady. He does not show any signs of pulling away, though. Instead, he presses gentle kisses along the curve of your neck, each kiss soft and lingering against your skin. 

“You felt amazing,” he mumbles against your neck, his voice dripping with satisfaction. His hands begin to explore your body once again, tracing patterns against your skin. “I think it’s only fair that I owe you something for that.” His hand follows a gentle path down your body until he reaches your core once more. A light press of your clit pairs with a gasp escaping you. “What can I do to repay the favor, him?”

[icantspellthings]

[muppetoftheday]

gravity falls au is NOW CANON!!

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Oh fuck, I'm gonna [REDACTED]

[1425fivefive]

coming to the harrowing realization that i spent my weekend writing lestappen fics about max in a cock cage. felt like exorcising a demon

[emprcaesar]

westeros is so fucking funny. you commit a crime okay so here’s your options get your hand cut off or any other appendage the persecutor sees fit or go to the comically large wall made of ice and spend your days with a bunch of smelly incels and boys with mommy and/or daddy issues.

take my left hand please. no way i’m about to spend eternity larping with these fucking emos. fighting imaginary fucking goblins and ghouls. yeah right.

they got 14 year olds there that went to the wall because they committed a minor crime to help their family and then literal fucking domestic terrorists. wild. utterly wild. and they then are forced to become besties.

[mommyforkateeissy]

[peachesandhunii]

I finally get the urge to write and it's not any of my WIPs. It's GOT DAMN SMUT. What the hell is wrong with me 😭

[mossyspot]

THE GIRLS

I <3 them both they are both my faborites

[oddrobyn]

They're on a date

[macabrecake]

Fuck.

[tacgnologist]

Y'know, when it comes to discrimination and phobia, there's a pattern. Yes, there's the obvious ones: the slurs, the name calling- the easy pickings for assholes who really wanna disrupt the family dinner, or even said as passing by, out of the blue, the unwarranted- others said to test the waters, to see what they can get away with in plain sight. The attention grabbers.

Then, there's the more subtle shit. The casual. The , oh, if you call me on this, you're obviously misconstruing it. Oh, of course, everything is homophobic to you, transphobic, or racist, or bigoted. Oh you would say that, wouldn't you: you who sees injustices everywhere; all while they 'miss' the point entirely. (They know. They always do.)

The basic refusals of humanity. It's so subtle, you almost don't notice at first. You're used to it. This is what everyone is like, right? Oh maybe, I am overthinking it. Maybe I am too sensitive, whatever that actually means in their terms. (I know exactly.) Shit so small, it's barely imperceptible in the broad spectrum of things. And then, it starts to add up. You notice what they ask you to do, that they don't ask of others.

It's especially hard if you're like me, and you're addicted to giving people the benefit of the doubt (AuADHD, emotional abuse, etc) and you don't -quite- catch it at first. And then you do. And then it clicks.

The slurs hurt, the obvious stuff has it's place as damaging. But that little shit, the little denials of humanity...those are the ones. They know what they're doing, they always do, even if you don't quite catch it at first.

Give them no peace. Laugh. Exist in their faces. Loudly. They don't own you, don't ever let them think they own you. It doesn't take much before they pissbaby all over, weaklings, pissants that they are. Give them hell by simply continuing to exist.

(ok to reblog!)

[1425fivefive]

All Dressed Up for You

Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen, Rated E, 6.4k words

“Do you think you would like it, Max?" Charles asks. "Wearing pretty lingerie for me?”

Max whimpers. Of course he wants to wear lingerie for Charles. The idea of it is scorchingly, earth-shatteringly hot. But he can’t help but think a bra and panties would look awkward and horrible on him, emphasizing his thick thighs and wide shoulders, highlighting the blunt masculinity of his body.

“What if I—Charles, it’ll look terrible on me,” Max says sadly.

Charles makes a shocked sound. “Max, what? What are you saying?”

Or: Max wears lingerie for Charles and Charles tries to show Max how beautiful he is.

Read on AO3 (archive-locked)