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[scholastic-dragon]

Yo!! It’s turtletats!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s your day is absolutely wonderful!!

I wanted to throw an idea at you for your birthday smut requests, no worries if you don’t like it!

So Bay Leo and reader- she walks into the kitchen of the lair and he’s frosting a cake (it was supposed to be a surprise for her birthday, she’s early) and he’s just got frosting everywhere…and the cake looks like it should be on nailed it.

She teases him about it, and…*eyebrow wiggle*

NSFW opportunities lol if you want! Or it could just be super fluffy!!

But either way… *cue balloons*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY 🎊🎉🎂🎁🎈

HELLO HELLO THANK YOU SO MUCH XOXOXOXO

Bay!Leo x Fem!reader

Nailed It!

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, don't be weird leo and reader are in their twenties, p in v sex, oral, spanking, dirty talk, switch!leo, frosting play *wink wonk*

He looks adorable.

Leaning over the kitchen counter, hands gripping a tube of cake icing. His brow furrowed, tongue poking out from his plump lips. His ass jutting out and thick thighs standing out in the open in tiny little basketball shorts.

It's a miracle the cake is still standing. It's lopsided, covered in thick icing and, surprisingly, smells kinda good.

"Oh shit," Leo complains, icing oozing from the bag, it drips onto his fingers and counter, leaving a smugde on the cake.

"Hey, bad word," You tease, pushing off from your perch in the doorway.

Leo looks like a deer in headlights. "Oh, hey, um" He moves to stand in front of the cake, hands behind his back. "You're early,"

You giggle softly, coming to stand in front of him. "I appreciate the gesture, but do you want some help?" You nod toward the cake.

Leo's shoulders sag, he moves to let you see his masterpiece. "I-I tried, Mikey and the others left to get..." He clears his throat. "Stuff and I was worried it wouldn't have been done on time." He sighed. "Yes I would like help,"

Smirking up at him, you take the frosting bag and place it on the counter. He raises a brow.

"We have to get you cleaned up first," taking his hand, you keep eye contact as you lick the frosting from his fingers. It tastes pretty good, but what's even better is the way he gasps and moves closer to you.

"Honey," He nervously glances over your shoulder to the door.

You take his thumb in your mouth, moaning softly on the digit as you suck. Your pulse thunders in your ears, warmth spreading through your bones.

"Maybe we should," You press your fingers to his lips.

"It's my birthday, you can't tell me what to do,"

He flashes that dangerous smile that makes your knees go weak. Before he can respond, you sink down onto your knees.

He inhales shakily, a breathless chuckle leaving him as your hands play with the band on his shorts.

There's already a buldge in the material. Slowly, you tug them and his underwear down to pool at his ankles.

You lean in, letting your cheek graze on the side of his cock and kiss the spot right where his cock and cloaca meet.

Leo grips the counters at his sides for support.

"Watch the door, make sure no one interrupts," You instruct, noting that he still has that dangerous gleam in his eyes.

You lick the underside of his cock, flicking his tip and sucking him deep down your throat.

He moans, threading a hand through your hair. With one hand, you squeezing the rest of his shaft, the other massages his tree trunk thigh.

Up and down in a messy, slurpy suction, you draw the sexiest noises from Leo. His thighs flex, his hand pushing your head ever so slightly.

You pull off him, a line of drool falling to the floor. You reach up and grab the frosting. You put a generous dolup on his balls, laughing as he gasps.

"I fucking love the noises you make," You say before sucking the frosting off his balls. You kiss and lick and roll them between your lips. One hand grips Leo's shaft hard, making him whimper softly. "Ooo, that's a new one," You remark.

You smear more frosting on his cock, then meticulously lick it all off. You're both sweating and moaning. His legs are shaking, your knees are hurting, but you don't stop.

Well actually you do. Right as he's about to cum.

You pull away, breathing harshly, Leo nearly tips forward. His cock is hard and flushed. His eyes go wide, then peer down at you and narrow into small slits.

Leo loves to tease, but can't take it.

"You wanna play this game, birthday girl?" That gleam comes back to his eyes. Oh he's such a wonderful switch.

You open your mouth wide and stick your tongue out. He threads his fingers in your hair, his cock inches from your mouth.

"Safeword?" He asks.

"Katana,"

"And of you can't speak?"

"Three taps on whatever body part of yours I can reach,"

He smirks down at you. Tipping your head back to meet your eyes. "Good girl,"

He nudges his cock in your mouth. He waits a beat....then another. Then sinks in. It's a stretch to the corners of your mouth. You moan around him.

Your hands grab onto his hips for balance. Slowly, but firmly, he moves in and out of your mouth. The slick outs echo around the kitchen, followed by his moans and your heavy breaths.

His hands tangle in your hair, moving you faster and faster. His thighs shook, his voice breathless.

"I'm gonna-" He moans, holding you still as he gushes in your mouth. You swallow, enjoying the hint of frosting still on him.

He releases your hair, letting you fall back on your haunches. You wipe at your mouth, breathing heavy.

Leo pulls his pants up, hands you the frosting and has you in his arms in record time.

You laugh as he goes to his room, closing and locking the door before setting you on his bed.

He stands up and looks over you with a hungry gaze.

"You gonna do something or keep staring at me?" You tease, messing with the thin strap on your tank top.

That gleam turns downright evil.

"Clothes off. Now,"

You peel off your clothing, rising on your knees and making a show of showing some skin. You toss him You panties. He catches them without breaking eye contact and shoves them in his pockets.

"Turn over. Hands and knees with your ass facing me,"

On the commanding tone in his voice had ti goes racing through your body. You complied, spreading your knees apart and pressing your face into the mattress.

He's silent for a moment.

Then his hand connects with your ass. A sharp slap and sting making you gasp and moan. Your fingers grip the sheets beneath you.

He slaps the other one with just as much force. "You think you can get away with that just cause it's your birthday?" He rapid fire hits your ass.

You moan, heat flashing over your body. You pussy clenched and pulses around nothing.

You hear the crinkle of the frosting bag. He makes a trail going down your spine. Slowly and sensually, he licks it off your overheated skin.

When he reaches your red ass, he kneels behind you on the floor.

He pipes frosting on your folds, from slit to clit. Then he dives in. You gasp and writhe on his face. He licks, slurps and sucks all around you.

It's messy, uncoordinated, and so unlike him. It's hot as fuck.

You moan into the bed, rolling your hips back against him. His hands snake around your hips and hold you against him.

In and out, all around his tongue coaxed out the frosting and your arousal. Then he sucks on your clit. Hard.

You scream, legs shaking, back arching, seeing stars orgasm. And he keeps sucking on your clit as you do. Your body goes hot, the band finally breaking and exploding through your limbs.

Leo eases off with a final kiss to your swollen clit. You pant and moan softly, peering over your shoulder at him.

Heat flares up inside you seeing his chin smeard with frosting and your wetness.

"I need you," You moan, rolling your hips against his basketball shorts.

He smiles, all boyish charm. Digging in the nightstand by your head, he pulls out wet wipes. Normally he does this as aftercare.

"Are we stopping?" You ask, raising up on your hands.

He laughs softly. "No, just cleaning up, I didn't think you'd want an infection from the frosting," He presses on your back, making your lean forward.

He cleans out your lips, getting all the little bits he might have missed. It's maddening. The cold press against your heated skin, the feeling of his hands on your skin.

He then wipes himself down and steps out of his pants. He tosses the wet wipes into the trash and moves behind you.

Leo's hands run over your ass, massaging the skin, then moving up your hips and squeezing your waist.

"Leo please," You beg, moaning as his hands pushing your face into the mattress.

"Please what, birthday girl? Use your words,"

You inhale deeply, if you want a good hard fuck, you needed to use big words.

You peer over your shoulder at him. "Please fuck me with your big cock. Make me scream and cum around you. It's all I want for my birthday, please,"

Heat flashes in his eyes. His cock notches at your entrance. "Good," He slams deep. "Fucking," pulls out. "Girl" another deep thrust.

You scream, honest to God just screaming into the mattress. The bed squeaks with his hard thrusts, banging into the wall. Matching the slick sounds from your cunt and the moaning coming from him.

His hands grab you hard enough to bruise. That wonderful slap, slap, slap, slap echoing around you.

Another orgasm rises fast, heat flushes your skin, you cunt clenching him tight. "Fuck, leo,"

"That's it, that's my girl," He praises. "Cum on my cock, be a good girl and cum on me,"

And cum you do. You squeeze and gush around him, panting and sweating through it. He moans with you, still pounding into your swollen pussy.

He slaps your ass three times. "Good. Fucking. Girl."

He leans over your back, pressing his nose to your ear. "Can I fill the birthday girls pussy with my cum? Will she let me do that?"

You nod helplessly, moaning or screaming you couldn't tell.

His thrusts go harsh, his hands gripping tight. He moans loud and long, pressing himself as deep as he could go.

You feel it, spurt and spurt of his warm cum in your pussy. Wrapping his arms around you, he lays you both down on your sides. Him spooning you and his still hard cock in your pussy.

He kisses your neck. "Happy birthday, babygirl,"

@thelaundrybitch @thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos @leosgirl82 @truffle-draws-turtles @iridescentflamingo @ninnosaurus @sophiacloud28 @yorshie @eveandtheturtles

[winterxisxcomingx]

The last ask about how would Sera react to Emily, Charlie and Vaggie almost made me cry. But I can see it so much 😭

How would Lucifer react to that?

Yeah, I was in an angsty mood and when I think about Sera literally threatening Emily (stop asking questions or you'll end up like Lucifer)... Uh yeah. It's only my interpretation but yeah...

If Lucifer did find out about Sera's reaction... Well, to put it simply he wouldn't be happy. Especially since it was probably after he already accepted Emily as one of his daughters. Just imagine him visiting Hotel in a good mood, and first things he sees is total chaos, Vaggie and Charlie all mad and panicked with Emily being still unconscious on the sofa. Oh lord, he would get angry so quickly.

Of course, he wouldn't be able to do any real harm to Sera nor Heaven because... Yeah. Unfortunately. But he would for sure have a talk with Sera. This time he would say very simply and very dryly that Sera should not interact with Emily nor Charlie nor Vaggie anymore. As long as she can't behave like a pure angel she swears she is. And then he would just walk out because he wouldn't be able to trust himself at this moment.

After that, he would become really protective of his girls for a... some time. Just a worried protective dad, really.

[daughterofhecata]

2 or 5 of the one liner prompts, perhaps with Skinny/(young) Goodween if you feel like it? Sending you strength and love and hugs 🐻🐻

[smutty one-liners]

Irgendwie ist das... nicht nur schon wieder kein smut geworden, sondern zu allem Überfluss auch noch emotionally complicated und irgendwie bitter 🙈 Sorry bout that!

[read on ao3]

2. “Don’t act innocent when we both know where your mouth was two minutes ago.” + Skinny/Goodween

Seufzend sah Goodween sich in dem kleinen Motelzimmer nach seinen Klamotten um. Stand etwas widerwillig auf, während Skinny weiterhin nackt auf dem breiten Bett lungerte.

„Ich muss los, meinem Vorgesetzten Bericht erstatten“, erklärte Goodween, in vollem Wissen der Tatsache, dass es Skinny wahrscheinlich eh nicht interessierte, und schlüpfte in seine Boxershorts.

„Über alles?“, wollte Skinny wissen, das dreckige Grinsen unüberhörbar in seiner Stimme.

Goodween war dankbar dafür, dass er Skinny den Rücken zudrehte, sich sowieso gerade nach seiner Hose bückte, sodass Skinny sein Gesicht nicht sehen konnte. Es fiel ihm schon schwer, sich selbst zu erklären und vor sich selbst zu rechtfertigen, warum er immer wieder mit Skinny ins Bett ging, der zwar nur ein paar Jahre jünger war als er, aber eben auch ein stadtbekannter Kleinkrimineller. Aber Cotta ausführlich berichten zu müssen, was genau sie… nun ja, getrieben hatten, Cotta, der in so mancher von Goodweens heimlichen Fantasien auftauchte, würde ihn vermutlich im Boden versinken lassen.

„Über meine Unterhaltung mit einem Informanten, der mir zwar bestätigt hat, dass Wagner wieder in der Stadt ist, aber ansonsten keine weiteren Details nennen konnte“, widersprach er so ruhig wie möglich.

Von Skinny kam ein genervtes Geräusch. „Jetzt tu nicht so unschuldig, wir wissen beide, wo dein Mund vor zwei Minuten gewesen ist.“

Goodween schoss das Blut ins Gesicht und er war wieder einmal sehr froh darüber, dass das bei ihm nicht so stark auffiel. In der Tat wusste er sehr genau, wo sein Mund vor zwei Minuten noch gewesen war, schließlich konnte er Skinny immer noch auf der Zunge schmecken, hatte ihn so tief geschluckt, wie er konnte, Skinny seinen Mund ficken lassen.

Er streifte sein T-Shirt über. „Ich gehe davon aus, dass du genauso wenig willst, dass Cotta erfährt, dass du für einen Cop auf die Knie gehst, wie ich will, dass er weiß, dass ich es mit einem Kleinkriminellen treibe“, gab er kühl zurück. Ersteres war zwar an diesem Tag nicht vorgekommen, in der Vergangenheit jedoch durchaus. Und sie wussten beide, was Skinny blühte, wenn diese Information auf dem Revier die Runde machen sollte.

„Leck mich“, knurrte Skinny hinter ihm.

Sorgfältig überprüfte Goodween noch einmal, ob er alles hatte, vor allem Handy, Geldbörse, Schlüssel. Dann ging er zur Tür.

Wandte sich noch einmal um, der Anblick von Skinny auf dem Bett ausgebreitet, die langen, schlanken Glieder, die Tattoos aus der blassen Haut, die Zigarette zwischen den geschickten Fingern und giftiges Feuer in den Augen, erinnerte ihn daran, warum er sich auf diese Dummheit jedes Mal erneut einließ.

„Nächstes Mal wieder“, erwiderte er, bevor er endgültig das Zimmer verließ.

Kaugummis und Deo hatte er im Auto, wenn er zusätzlich bis zum Revier mit offenem Fenster fuhr, würden hoffentlich alle verräterischen Gerüche verfliegen, bevor er Cotta gegenüber treten musste.

[frostbitepandaaaaa]

🌍 and 🖍? (and ❤️ of course)

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

ohhhh for the whumptober thing it would go something like this:

angst, radiation poisoning, hurt & comfort, body horror, violence, sickness/illness, existential dread, suicide ideation, (there's a happy ending in here somewhere) plus more i'm sure.

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

The man awakes with a start when she presses the muzzle of Cassian’s Bryar to his temple.

-- from aforementioned whumptober fic (tentatively titled "When the Time Comes")

WIP ask game

[antitheticallyargumentative]

fave lyrics right now? go

oooh okay ummm. this is. hard. i'm gonna go with...

Passed Alger Brook Road, I'm over the bridge A minute from home but I feel so far from it The death of my dog, the stretch of my skin It's all washin' over me, I'm angry again The things that I lost here, the people I knew They got me surrounded for a mile or two

-The View Between Villages, Noah Kahan

this is. very relatable to me. as someone who's spent her whole life in a small town until leaving for university and coming home again just feels so... so.

(it also is on my writing playlist. so. that's all the info i'm gonna give there.)

AMA

[quarantineddreamer]

rc vignettes! rc vignettes! PLS

Ahhh this is where I keep all my various scribbles -starting with the below which I started inspired by this beautiful poem and ending with some random prompt work I've done here and there.

You love her, you do

He realized it sometime after the heat of their argument on Eadu had faded.

Since when had he ever cared what someone thought of his decisions? He had always done what he had to –what the rebellion demanded of him- and if he looked back in question it had been his own doing, not because of what anyone else said.

He’d never felt a need to justify his actions before.

Not to anyone.

But to her face, etched with hard lines of resentment, and to her eyes, burning with grief… To her voice, like an open wound, raw and hurt and bleeding from the cut of his betrayal…

To her, he could not stay silent. 

Any calm words of logic he may have offered were forgotten, laid to waste by a strange and desperate feeling that clawed its way through his stomach and out his throat to form words like weapons used in defense against an enemy he had not known was there. 

It was only once the fight was done –when she had looked away and he had suddenly remembered to breathe again- that he began to recognize all that he had said.

And why he had said it. 

He had never cared what someone thought.

Until he met Jyn Erso. 

Then it was everything.

[daintyduck99]

Fanfic asks! Electric Hammer to the Heart 5, 6, 9

Electric Hammer to the Heart!

5. What part was hardest to write?

The beginning, honestly. I sometimes struggle with beginnings or endings, and the start of this one did not want to take shape! Once I was happy with the start, I didn't have any issues.

6. What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

This is the only fic in which I've showed the boys coming back to life instead of implying it already happened. It was a little intimidating, actually, especially because so many people have tackled it. It flowed though, and once I edited it a bit I ended up being quite happy with it. I feel like it ties into the overarching optimistic theme about love.

9. Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

The beginning was different! I must've rewrote it five or six times before I was happy with it, but the original showed Luke jolting awake as his heart restarted. It was cool, but it didn't quite work.

[cat-dragron]

Ask gaem

8 22 24 33

8. any reacquiring dreams? Already answered this one but I can add that my dreams can get really weird, like having monsters made of gore that just... exist in the world but it's not like a nightmare or anything. I'm a real tough nut to crack.

22. say 3 things about someone you love You asked for this Izzy!! I love your hair and how curly it is, I love all of your little mannerisms that you do when you're tying to figure something out and I love listening to you talk about all of your favorite things!!!

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for? Hmmmm I guess I'm proud of how far I've come so far. Like I've certainly done a lot even if I feel like it'll never be enough haha. But hey! I got a bachelors degree so there's something!!

33. any hobbies? Drawing, writing, painting minis, embroidery, petting my cat, playing video games, dnd, uh I think that's it??

[spielzeugkaiser]

Being on the nostalgia train this week really helped stretching my artistic legs again. So here, have some old things and some new! For now I'm done with this.

[orangechickenpillow]

I saw you like complicated sapphic stories and Hozier and I've just gotta ask you: have you heard of Burn the House Down by Kenna Jenkins? It's an alternate history novel abt the 1st woman president and her secret sapphic relationship/bearded marriage with her mlm best friend and has massive Hozier vibes (especially Francesca, Nina Cried Power, Take Me To Church, Arsonist's Lullaby, The Wages, Better Love, and Nobody). It also has a subplot about arson at the White House, a pro-choice subplot with strong Swan Upon Leda energy, and ft. an entirely queer main cast and really fleshed out characters!

I have not omg I'm looking that up right now, thank you so much for the suggestion!

[buttonheart]

Fashionistas

[kimtaegis]

JIN HUGS JIN HUGS! for @jinstronaut ♡

cr. namuspromised, dwellingsouls, 0613data

[smthaboutuss]

Some V doodls, they make me feel fuzzy like an electrically charged balloon..

First pic was for u anon, I imagine Vel is kinda protective of him lol!

[uhohdad]

Just a little idea, loser Konig at the beach with reader who is torturing him in the best way (sun screen/ice cream), your work is so so good! Take all the rest/time you need, art/smut this good takes time!

(18+) Beach Day with Loser!König

☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ ☀︎ ･ ｡ﾟ

Loser!König purposely misses when he swipes for the glob of sunscreen you pointed out on his cheek. He’ll play dumb until you take matters into your own hands, leaning forward to smear it in for him while he peers down your swimsuit. His eyes flutter shut as you touch him so intimately, touch him the way a lover would touch him, cupping his stubbled jaw with your thumb massaging circles into his cheek. When you pull away, he’s more than disappointed, having used this moment to play out a fantasy where you held his jaw steady to plant a kiss on his lips.

Loser!Konig is bright red, and while you assume he’s getting sunburnt, it’s actually because he is more than flustered by your swimsuit. He can’t help the way his eyes are lingering on all of the new skin covered only by dainty straps. The perfect, plush thighs he wants to rest his head on. Soft shoulders and pretty collarbones and cleavage on display for anyone to ogle. He’s memorizing your body to take home with him.

Loser!Konig who can’t keep his eyes off you as you work an ice cream cone, scarfing it down with a greedy tongue before the searing sun turns it to a puddle. He won’t so much as blink, imaging you’re using your flat tongue to lick stripes up his cock instead, sand sticking to your shins and knees as you pleasure him in front of the entire beach right here right now.

Loser!Konig who has to set a folded towel over his lap even though it’s an ungodly hot day, because he’s been straining against the net in his swimtrunks since you stripped down to your bathing suit.

Loser!König who has to bite back a needy whine when you grab a handful of ice from the cooler and rub it on your skin to cool off. His half-lidded, ravenous eyes glued to the melted droplets tracing your curves as they glide down your body. When you let out a breathy, relieved sigh, he swears you’re doing this to him on purpose.

Loser!Konig who chokes on his own spit when you ask him to lather sunscreen on your back after you gave up awkwardly contorting your arms to reach. His breaths are shallow and hands trembling as he watches you pull your hair out of the way. When you slip the straps of your swimsuit off your shoulders, his mouth goes dry. From where he’s standing, you might as well be naked from the middle up.

Loser!König who’s pleading with his fingers to steady as he pops the cap to the sunscreen. He doesn’t even bother warming the lotion between his fingers because he’s too eager to get his hands on your glowing, sun-kissed skin. He sucks in a sharp breath as you shudder under his touch. He’s painfully hard and praying you won’t notice as he smooths the sunscreen over you. He goes slow, hoping to stretch a task that should only take a few seconds for as long as he could. Your shoulders are so smooth and soft under his coarse, hardened hands. When he slides down your sides, he pretends that he’s filling you up from behind, gripping on to your core to keep you steady as he pounds into your pretty cunt. He’s breathing so heavily, his heart slamming against his ribcage as he smooths circles over your skin. His cock is throbbing in his shorts, a shiny glint of arousal already forming at the tip.

Loser!Konig who has to sneak off to the filthy boardwalk bathrooms to relieve his aching cock, rutting into his hand and stifling his breathy moans and grunts by biting his lip so hard it nearly bleeds. The show you gave him had him practically on edge, and it takes less than a minute before he’s choking on your name as he coats his hands in his generous, pent-up finish.

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loser!könig

[lil-lemon-snails]

decided to draw some of your guys' tags from my harlequin sun and moon post!!! These guys are so much fun and you're all so funny >w<

[spiderziege]

For asks on Hemitcraft builds, Etho’s season 10 base perhaps? I just think it’s very neat <3

-Someone who totally hasn’t set their background to your drawing of Etho and his season 9 base lol

beautiful base that totally has a finished roof