#OKAY LOVE YOU BYE

[willowser]

i will say. i will talk and write about shy, no rizz katsuki until i am dead in the ground BUT. i do think once he gains a bit more confidence in himself as a partner—he really becomes the same gremlin little shit he is about everything else.

starts feeling like he's got this relationship on lock and that's when the ass smacking begins.

[dipperscavern]

hiii stark nation !! unfortunately coming on here to announce my onset (hopefully brief) hiatus 😞🫶🏻 ive got a lot going on in my personal life + not feeling very motivated in the writing department i fear

im going to go revert back to my primitive savage ways and tan on the beach and probbaly get attacked by packs of wild monkeys <33 I LOVE YOU GUYS BE BACK SOON LOVE U LOVE U LOVE U (YES YOU) CREGAN STARK PELASE RAVAGE ME WITH THE FORCE OF AN ANCIENT VIKING ON COCONUT JUICE OKAY BYE

[wormdebut]

AUGUST MICROFIC — SUBMIT

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: plug | WORD COUNT: 437 | Rated: E | CW: daddy kink, d/s, degradation, spit, rough oral

There’s just a lot of hard E content happening here. If you want the smut, you knew you’d get it with me.

Did Ya Miss Me?

Minors—I swear to god stay away from me.

He watches as Steve’s eyes glaze over. God, Eddie is a lucky fucking bastard.

Steve’s throat constricts around his cock, but he’s pliant, mouth open and willing to take and take and take. Thank god, Eddie’s such a giver.

��That’s it, baby boy.” Eddie growls, as he pushes in deeper, his hand dropping from Steve cheek to his throat, “God. Your lips are perfect on my dick, you perfect fucking slut.”

Steve moans around him, spit running down his reddened face—He runs a finger over his Adam’s apple, before pulling out and Steve whines, chasing after Eddie’s cock like it’s his final meal.

“Fuck, you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, angel?” Eddie rumbles, slapping his cock against Steve’s spit slicked cheek.

“Y-yes, please. Eds—sir—da—I—“ Steve gasps, voice scratchy. So so desperate. “Anything you’ll give me. Everything you’ll give me—“

Eddie smirks, as Steve pants, “Shove a plug up your ass, fuck my come down your throat. You just need to be filled with me in every hole don’t you baby boy.”

“Please—I need—“ Steve is babbling, begging.

“What, baby? You need to come?” Eddie asks, tapping his boot against Steve’s leaking cock.

Steve whines, shaking his head, leaning forward to try and swallow Eddie back down.

“Words, Stevie.”

“I—I want to come but I need,” Steve’s words are slurred, there are tears running down his cheeks. God, he’s just so pretty like this. “Need you to. Need your come down my throat, inside—please daddy. Please”

Daddy.

Oh his boy is so gone.

Eddie growls. “Open your mouth for me.” He groans as Steve is quick to comply, gorgeous pink tongue rolling out. Eddie fists his cock as Steve just stares up at him, teary brown eyes, shining with those flecks of green. He leans down and Steve keeps his tongue out, waiting.

Anything you’ll give me. Everything you’ll give me.

Eddie spits, and Steve’s eyes go wide as he moans.

“Keep that perfect mouth open you pretty little slut.” Eddie warns grabbing a fist full of Steve’s hair before he’s pushing his cock back into that perfect fucking hole.

“You’re so perfect for me baby, aren’t you. Just the prettiest little slut for Daddy.”

Steve’s a mess, whining, taking everything Eddie gives. He always does.

“Shit—baby, I’m gonna—“ Eddie moans out, pushing in just the tiniest bit deeper as he comes down Steve’s pretty little throat. It doesn’t shock him when Steve follows, come spilling from that perfect cock, untouched.

Eddie pulls out, dropping to his knees, as Steve falls forward, nuzzling into Eddie’s neck.

“I love you baby boy.”

“Mmm—love you, love you.”

[tiredcoff-e]

thistle ; hmmm hair

Is this what they say they look like waking up

[aplaceforyourhearttorest]

Knuckles Deep ✮ Dave Mustaine (18+)

Request (anonymous): If the req's are open, can we have Dave + hand kink? Can be soft or rough, just h a n d please.

You can't pinpoint when your fascination and fixation on your boyfriend's hands began, but you do know that it's always just been there. From the first time and moment he sarcastically shook your hand and then tugged you away from the rest of the onlookers in the crowd, to the first time he placed and molded his calloused fingertips around and into the natural curvature of your waist. It's nothing new, but lately, it's been seemingly getting worse.

Every time he's intertwining his fingers with yours or running his digits through your hair, you have the innate urge to just grab ahold of his wrist and guide them towards your awaiting mouth. Until the tips of his finger pads are brushing themselves along your bottom lip, and then digging themselves against your bottom teeth and incisors. Unfortunately, Dave eventually caught on, and now takes full advantage of flustering you every single chance he gets. Today, it just so happens to be the day you finally reach your limit, and the day he finally calls you out on it.

He's been nothing but on you all afternoon, nearly following and mimicking every single footstep you take as you move around the entirety of your guys' shared home, trying to help and get him to pack. If he isn't trying to steal your attention to lengthen and intercept the process, he's physically tugging you away, with the warm and welcoming heat of his large palms pressing themselves into the bare flesh of your lower stomach, as you try to fold his clothes and organize his suitcases. You drop a shirt in minor irritation and go to turn around to face him and tell him off, only to pause in your ministration. Dave's cheekily looking down at you with the side of his mouth quirked up, and with his once worn cotton t-shirt wrung in between both of his hands.

The veins in his forearms bulge and protrude, and cascade themselves down to his reddening hands as he tightens his grip on the fabric. Your heart hammers in your chest as you swallow around a dry sided hiccup of a gasp, and your eyes stutter in movement during their travel back up towards his own hazel. Your pupils dilate as they latch onto the thin hair lightly dusting his chest, right beneath his silver chains, and your gaze nearly casts when they reach their final destination. "You never play fair." You announce in a stammer, and redden when his lips even out in a broadening smirk.

"You've known that since the day you met me," Dave rebuts, his voice even and seemingly unaffected, even as his own eyes darken and track the moving canvas of your body's soon to be full covered blush. He lets go of one side of the fabric to encase a hand around your backside to pull you forward, and you nearly stumble, only to jump as his shell bulleted belt makes chilling content with your unclothed stomach. You feel his fingers and hand elongate in a stretch, and heat begins to accumulate and grow in your middle as his left ring finger taps itself along your upper thigh. He bends his digits to grab onto your jean clad limb, and you reach forward to find purchase on his tanned shoulders as you're raised into a one-handed carry. A shocked laugh tumbles itself out between your gaping lips, and an audible whoosh escapes you, as he blindly lowers the both of you back onto the bed behind him. His red locks land haphazardly around him, and you bend your knees to brace for impact as he sounds his own amusement. "Don't go acting shy now."

Dave lets go to discard the already forgotten about shirt and raises his now free hand to move your own mane aside, before cupping the right side of your jaw. "Now how about you tell me what's been clouding that pretty mind of yours, huh?" The implication in his already knowing timbre is almost as condescending as it is luring, and you take the bait, even though you want to shy away. Your knees stabilize on top of the cushioned springs, as you slowly reach backwards to clasp onto his wrist and tug his hand on your ass to the front of you. His nails gently scratch themselves along the fabric of your bottoms with the guided movement, and your hips fully lower onto his as goosebumps raise on your flushed skin.

"I've been thinking about your fingers," you admit, evading his eyes by looking down at the culprits themselves, and you lap at your bottom lip as he stretches his fingers apart and twists his wrist in your hold. There are permanent divots and lines embedded in the roughened flesh, callouses dotted and aligned in a frenzy, accumulating and spreading down to his last knuckles, before ending at the beginning of his palm. Hunger spreads throughout you as you picture and imagine him wearing himself thin, while practicing for hours and performing on stage, exhausting himself for his passion. Your boyfriend hums from beneath you, and you pace your glance as you eventually lock eyes with him again. "What I could do with them."

The inhalation Dave sucks in is shaky, and you can feel it, as the force of it causes his chest to rise and his stomach to even further flatten. He maintains eye contact with you as he guides your joined hands over to in between your legs, and his peering doesn't waver as he presses his large palm right up against your clothed sex. The way his wrist is bent upwards, makes it nearly impossible for you to buck your hips forward. So, you stay still, even as he purposefully jolts his palm in miniscule, slapping motions. Your eyes dampen as your lids heavy, and you whimper around an exhale as you try to keep your composure. "And what do you think you could do with them, sweetheart?"

He roughly grounds the bottom of his palm upon your clothed clit, and your shoulders close in as you tremble and lock your thighs around his. Your mind blanks as pleasure sears through your lower half, and your gasps tickle your still damp bottom lip as his wrist tightens and hovers. "Suck on them, ride them as you fuck them inside of me," your eyes nearly cross as his nails run themselves along your clothed pussy lips, the sensation strong enough to illicit a mewl out of you, as you struggle to find the right words. "Help you wrap them around my teeth and chin as you fuck me from behind."

His responding sound is visceral and loudly audible, as his hips shift on their own accord, and as a coil in your groin begins to tighten. A whine mounts itself on the tip of your tongue as his wrist and fingers halt, and you silently keen when his hands deposit themselves on and around your waist to drag you forward. His grip is firm and almost biting, and you can't help but circle your hips as you feel him pulsate against you. Hazel eyes are momentarily closed as their owner murmurs out a quiet fuck, before they refocus and lock back onto your trembling frame.

"You're so needy, aren't you?" Dave begins, his own breathing labored as his cockhead bleeds into the thin fabric of his underwear, and seeps into the darkening spot on his jeans. "On top of me, panting like a dog in heat. And instead of asking me to fuck you, you're asking for my fingers instead?" You're too dazed and embarrassed to answer, and you find yourself helpless as his palms slide toward your middle and coexist to unbutton and unzip your pants. He finds his momentum, and his grin comes back, biting and hungry, as lace appears. "For me to bury myself knuckles deep inside of you, with my other hand sliding its fingers behind your teeth and on your tongue, while you make a mess on me." Your legs spasm as he caresses his fingertips underneath your underwear and right along your goosebump ridden flesh, before pressing into your slick sex and right onto your swollen bud. Your spine goes ramrod straight, and you cry out as your orgasm overwhelms you.

Dave doesn't let up, and continuously rubs figure eights into your oversensitive clit, even as tears reach their precipice and eventually fall down your splotchy cheeks. Your chest is heaving by the time his movements even seem to pause or falter, and satiation fills your chest as that tightened feeling in your middle finally settles. "You feeling better, baby?" Your boyfriend whispers placatingly, the tone a drastic change from his earlier rough and animalistic one. You nod and lean into his touch, his clean hand coming up to mold and rest itself upon the side of your head and cheek. Your blink your watery eyes clear and then ultimately freeze in place after a moment of weighted silence, and a familiar and scatterbrained tether begins to etch itself back to life inside of you, as he nearly purrs out his next words.

"That's really good, babe. Because we're far from done," his smile is mirthful and eccentric as he uses his essence covered hand to slam your hips back down onto his, before raising his glistening digits into your enlarged line of vision. "Now open wide."

[rosechata]

these past couple months have been the most transformative of my life and i am more myself than i have ever been before. it finally all paid off—the years, the tears, the work, the toil, the growing pains.

[ybcpatrick]

✨🤩 just in time for the fall out boy show in toronto, i've given my battle vest, vinny, a complete so much (for) stardust makeover!! i'm in LOVE with the finished result. the gold is so shiny, and the white parts even glow faintly in the dark!! 🤩✨

(just one yesterday angel, smownie face, and triangular sunshine riptide pins on the collar by @dilsdesigns!! alt text available on each photo, close-ups + gratuitous modelling of vinny under the cut 💫)

once again, the angel, smownie and riptide pins were all made by my dearest, delightful-est friend, dils. you can find his work @dilsdesigns!! thank you dils, these pins are SO LOVED <333

and additionally, the baseball, star-guy, seashell and bubble pins on the pockets were handdrawn by me!!

[somecunttookmyurl]

since @vaspider ordered several Gay Items from me (thanks spider!) i decided to post all of them properly here for you. if you wanna buy anything just message me and we'll get it sorted!

OCTOPRIDES £6 EACH i can make these lil bitches in any flag colours. they are adorable. they are friend.

putting the rest under a cut to save your dash but the octoprides are frankly too cute to be in dash jail

resin multi layer storage tower (it weighs 900g!) £40 wooden storage box with 'stained glass' effect £10

i can make more storage towers in the flag of your choice. i cannot make any more square wooden boxes as sadly the base boxes have been discontinued (i do have round ones though)

bird earrings £8 / bird pin badge £6. these are wood base, painted, and then coated in UV resin. can be made in any flag since i'm. you know. painting them myself however bird supplies are limited (craft shop stop discontinuing my supplies challenge)

'sippers' gay cocktail earrings £7. i can also make these in any flag colours

'forbidden snack' gummy bear pride flag charm £3 yup, you guessed it, i can make any flag colours

large perler paint drip heart (as keychain or badge) £5 yeah so again with the customisable colours thing on all perler hearts. with a resin coating so they don't break apart. medium perler paint drip heart (as chain pendant or leather cord) £3 itty bitty perler paint drip heart - £2 as charm, £3 for earring pair

'somewhere over the rainbow' earrings £6. 5 pairs total available for now queer crystals magnets £5. ony one of each design limited edition etc these random badges £5. there are two 'crystal queer'. one each of the others

wooden badges £2 each, only one of each design wooden heart flag badges £2 each but i can make those in any flag small pride potion £3 (2 for £5) / large potion £6 (2 for £10) available in any flag

UV reactive rainbow rings £4 one each in sizes 6, 7, 8, 10, 11, and 12 (@sinothetimes has the size 9 one)

beaded bracelets £3 each 2 for £5 these are all random thrown together as i go. vaguely in flag colours. one of each design pictured.

[slippinninque]

Hey hey!

I'm still here. Just y'know getting through.

I'm sorry for being so behind on writing but just know I'm still going!

[drawthethingdoppelganger]

DTtttt~ what are some of your favorite headcanons? I guess they could be for any show but I’m really looking for Bob burger hcs (shocking I know)

Do I know you?

Jimmy Jr has suggested to Tina multiple times about a Footloose EFF

Bob and Linda get very competitive at boardgames, so much that they started a parcheesi tournament

Mr Branca hides a bunch of personal stuff in the school's ceiling. No one really cares but he still gets nervous about his collection of Bleach Boys (*limited edition*) CD records, hence a rumor about "dead body in the ceiling" spread around the school

The eighth grader gang has a group chat but it's mostly just Tammy and Jocelyn chatting with each other (Tammy talks shit a lot and Jocelyn's the only one who replies)

Louise tries to sell Gene's jar of milk teeth on eBay labeling it as "dinosaur fossils"

Jimmy Jr's running posture is also his swimming posture (he swims fine but looks like he's drowning)

Louise made a voodoo doll of Logan for a revenge scheme. He was actually impressed by the attention to details

Jimmy Jr and Zeke learn bartender tricks from Trev and try to impress Andy and Ollie with it (they try to spice it up with unnecessary parkour)

[loquarocoeur]

GET OFF TUMBLR AND STUDYYYYYY

the sooner you do it the sooner you know your exam stuff and can come back to tumblr & your docs 🥰

Yes, yes, okay, I can do this, studying, yes

[blondiest]

girl help i lost sight of creating things first and foremost for myself and got overly invested in external validation therefore setting myself up to feel terrible about my works because i started looking at them too closely and became paranoid that they weren't good enough and that people would think they're stupid and—

i am going to be on here less and for a little while may be engaging with other people's writing a bit less as i try to get back into my own creative flow again 🥲 will still pop in now and again but i think being too tuned-in to everything has been making me a little insecure (<- a me problem; all of you are lovely and sweet) and with some added work stress i'm just!!! not engaging with things in a way that makes me happy or that feels particularly healthy.

honestly i feel strange even bothering to make a post about this bc Who Cares but i didn't want anyone to feel ignored if i am just straight not replying to messages etc for chunks of time. 🤝

[hillerska-official]

I will not be sharing photos of myself but TRUST followers, I look insanely fucking hot today

[isaacnewtonlvr]

Introduction!!

Hello, my name is Misty!!

My interest include history, astronomy, science, and music!

People (nonfictional and fictional) I am especially Interested in are: Anakin Skywalker, Sir Isaac Newton, Gregory Peck, George Harrison, Sir Brian May, and John Marston.

I like to edit, talk, sew, watch Star Wars, and I’m learning how to draw.

I would like to restate that I am NOT nor have I ever claimed to be a historian.

I would LOVE to be your friend and I never mean to offend anyone. Sometimes I ramble on or if I am scared I’ll accidentally offend you I am quick to block without explanation. (This is not a regular occurrence)

I am not homophobic or racist and neither will be tolerated by me period.

Pls feel free to message me or ask questions!

[babygirlspurgeon]

as this is my last wild game for the season (bedtime after the first next game) just wanna give love and appreciation for you all <33333 after all the trials and tribulations of this season it was made so so enjoyable thanks to everyone here you’re all wonderful mwah