#They play ring-around-the-rosy

[areyoudreaminof]

WAIT I forgot you’re the brilliant mind behind BOE Game Night ☺️ if the kids played it, how do you think it’d go? Who is left lying on the floor in shock?

Hmmm, good question. Let's check in on the teens and pre-teen and see how it's going.

Froggy shoved more cheese crisps into her mouth as she leaned back onto the sofa. She probably could have gone to bed a while ago when Ori did, but watching these two bicker was just too fun.

The pieces were scattered along the map in a catspaw. Nyx and Cricket were virtually two sides of the same coin, Froggy noticed. Both grabbed the larger continental landmasses in opposite hemispheres and inciting smaller land wars for resources. Neither one of them had gone in for a total invasion. Nyx could probably do it from the north, Froggy thought. Although if Cricket stopped trying to show off and be competitive, she could win with her navy.

All of the adults were gone for the evening and the children were left to their own devices at the River House. Froggy began the game as normal, and she and Orianna had paired up. The Land of Rainbow Pegasus held it's own quite well until Cricket colonized them when Ori fell asleep at the table. Froggy didn't mind. She preferred more sophisticated strategy games, like chess, anyways.

Froggy felt a little nudge in her mind, like an intrusive thought.

"No powers, Nyx!" Cricket snapped. Froggy just crunched into her cheese crisps. Crumbs scattered down her dress, but she didn't care anymore.

"I was just gonna ask for some cheese crisps," he said as he reached for her bowl.

Froggy kicked his arm away. "Nuh uh, there are MINE."

"Nuala made them for all of us," Nyx objected, making another grab. But Froggy dumped the rest of the bowls contents into her mouth. "Focus on your army up north, dummy.' she said as she exaggerated every single crunch. She could swear Nyx muttered, brat, under his breath.

"You can't help him," Cricket hissed. Her red hair was standing on end from a night of constantly running her hands through it in frustration.

"Focus on your navy," Froggy shrugged, "There, I helped you."

Nyx doubled over in hysterical laughter on the floor while Cricket launched a pretzel at her sister's face. Froggy caught it and popped it in her mouth, and Nyx howled.

"You guys are too loud!"

Ori stood at the door in her nightgown. Her wings were droopy and her hair was mussed. She dragged her little stuffed pegasi on the ground, filthy from love and use.

"We're sorry," Froggy said, as she patted the seat next to her. "We're almost done." Ori shuffled over and cuddled up to Froggy.

"We're not even close to being done," Cricket said. She swiftly moved a cluster of pieces of her navy towards a small peninsula.

"How come?" Ori asked as she peered over the table.

"Nobody has won yet," Nyx said, "do you need to go to the bathroom?"

Ori shook her head and pointed at Nyx's pieces, "Is this you Nyxie?" she asked, her silver eyes large and owlish.

Nyx nodded, "And Cricket is here and here," he pointed to several places on the board.

Ori picked up Nyx's bright red General piece, "How come you don't go here? You can make a circle like Ring Around the Rosy." Ori moved the piece to the northern plains, effectively trapping Cricket's largest army into a valley and stranding her navy on a barren shore.

For a moment, no one spoke. Froggy ran through her calculations again. She saw the northern attack but not the way Ori did it. How did she-

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" Cricket shouted, her eyes bulging out of her head. Nyx began to laugh. Deep, wheezing belly laughs and screams as Cricket blinked at the board. "There is no way," Cricket said in a daze, "There is no way she did that. She is FIVE."

"Well, she is the General's daughter," Froggy said with a giggle. She grabbed Ori in for a hug, "and she has freed us from suffering!"

Ori hugged Froggy back, turning her innocent and sweet face up.

"Are there any more cheese crisps left?"

[b00m-b0mb]

What would I call SK/Joe/Samurai...

Punch Kick Slice?

(But is that too close to PKT?)

[zeldacd]

I couldn't find a reblog of the original post for this drawing that i could just reblog myself, so I just decided to repost it cause I still like it a bit despite how old it is.

[akabendyfan]

the henchmaniacs are my new akatsuki

[gladiatorcunt]

🫵 do you have any coryo, luke, or anakin crumbs for me

[streamdotpng]

The parallels are there for the taking. A glimpse of a feral spider. She probably acts a bit more like that when she has the symbiote. She gets rid of it. Then, she’s smacked with her own feral nature when Venom arrives, basically her old angsty suit, with some of her moves, and none of the withholding of strength, all power.

"hey copycat! How about you grow a personality and be your own for a change!?"

It's definitely irritating as hell but black cat is there to help out. Not until seeing Beast being well... Beast

There's a reason Enid is called that by her enemies yknow

[clownboymcchucklefuck]

@clrdgaze @dont-wannadothis-anymore

I take back literally everything I said about Zachary being safe after hearing his playlist. MC might as well just move out of town from these unhinged mfs cause ain't NONE of em safe 😭

[ink--theory]

my terrifying experience with an average splash user

[revvethasmythh]

The only thing I agree with Sceleritus Fel about is hating Orin. Incidentally, the only thing I agree with Orin about is hating Sceleritus Fel

[beaniebabs]

ok i think i like super hate doctors actually

[last-answer]

mutual hand holding ring actually !!!

[jaqdawks]

Roommate always sounds pissed at me but he tells me something while I’m driving and I just give him a quick “yup” because I’m too distracted navigating a crowded parking lot thru the hardest rain we’ve had since spring, and he tells me not to answer him like I’m mad?

[nomairuins]

also. i say as if this is a followup ro aprevious post. it isnt. anyways Also i cant get on a trampoline ever agian i am SO sore

[romantichore]

got a mod for RE2R that removes Mr. X and it's the funniest thing when a wall randomly blows up and there's nothing behind it lol

[i-love-ptv]

Playing Dangerous ཐི♡̵̼͓̥͒̾͘ཋྀ

Pairing: Police Officer!Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron x Girlfriend!Reader

You get pulled over by the police, but the officer just so happens to be your boyfriend. Will he let you off with just a warning?

Wc: 1,822

SMUT (nothing crazy, just a steaming hot blowjob ;)) + winks of fluff

Hi guys!!! Uhm sorry I didn’t get a whole bunch out during October, I had lots of shit going on I fear…So take this as an apology lol. Also I have a (late) halloween fic coming out soon so stay tuned ;)

Feedback is always appreciated! xx

You hear the sirens chirp, and you take a glance at the rear view mirror, that’s when you see the police car riding your tail. You sigh due to the fact that you’re the only car on this road, and begin to pull over.

Were you going over the speed limit? No, you couldn’t possibly be doing so, you always remained cautious on the road.

Your hands rest idly on the steering wheel as you listen to the sound of boots getting closer. Your window is down, making the chilled night air kiss your skin.

The air is filled with cologne that rings familiar; you see his arms resting inside your car window first, the tattoo of your name staring right back at you.

You’re met with none other than your boyfriend, Rafe. He ducks down so his bright crystal-colored eyes are leveled with yours.

“Awfully late to be driving around here, huh Peach?” Rafe teases you with a smirk.

“I was just finishing my errands, Ray. And you scared me! I thought I was actually in trouble!” You try to keep the scowl on your face, but the more you stare at him, the more your face cracks into a smile.

Rafe quirks a brow at you after he takes a few seconds to assess you. “Who said you’re not in trouble? You’re driving without your glasses on, baby.”

You roll your eyes, “You couldn’t have possibly known I wasn’t wearing my glasses when you were behind me,” you replied.

“And besides, you act like I can’t see without them at all.”

Rafe tuts at your comment, “Thought it's already been established that you gotta wear ‘em when you drive, you not following orders now?” His smirk grows all the wider as he takes in your smaller frame.

You bite your lip and gaze at him, “Oh, well everybody knows that I’m a good girl, officer.”

“Yeah? ‘Cause I don’t think a good girl would break the rules, hm?” Rafe’s face is inching towards yours, slowly leaning more and more into your car.

You pout, feigning innocence, “I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure.” Your lips part, going to leave a steamy kiss to the officer’s rosy, yet somewhat chapped lips, but he pulls away slightly, leaving you gaping with glossy eyes.

“I dunno…Think you should step out for a second, sweetheart. Y’know, just to follow protocol.” He whispers hotly against your ear, making your panties dampen.

You quickly exit your car, and as soon as you close the door, Rafe’s pressing you into it.

“I think you deserve a ticket, Peaches, d’ya think so?” His expression darkens whilst he fondles your love-handles, your floral sundress from earlier being bunched up around your hips. You shake your head ‘no’, letting out a soft “uh-uh”.

Rafe’s eyes soften, similar to how you look; he mocks you, exaggerating his pout. “Well, what’re we gonna do with you then, huh precious?”

Your tongue darts out for his lips, your mouth encloses his, and there’s nothing sweet about this kiss. Your tongues battle heatedly, Rafe allows you to think that you’ve won, until he presses his prominent bulge against your stomach, making you gasp in surprise and delight.

Spit dribbles down your chin, his handle cradles your head, leaving no room for you to pull away. You moan and whimper against him, your nimble fingers glide down his chiseled body, and rest against his belt buckle.

Then, Rafe remembers that the two of you are still in fact, on the side of the road. He breaks the kiss, making you chase after him; the string of saliva breaking whilst you whimper for more.

“Mmm, I know baby. Tell you what, how about I have you atone in a different way, would you like that pretty?” His veiny hands raise, resting lightly against your shoulders as his thumbs rub against your throat.

You eagerly nod your head up and down, wanting nothing more than to get your hands on your man wearing his delicious uniform.

Rafe drags you to the passenger seat then dashes to the driver's seat, and he mentally, he thanks every god out there that he forgot to turn both his body-cam, and his dash-cam back on.

He leans the seat back and beckons you over with his index and middle finger. “C’mon Peaches, y’know what to do.” You reach over and begin to unbuckle his pants.

Your body digs somewhat uncomfortably into the center console, but you can’t seem to care— not when Rafe’s cock twitches in his boxers. Your mouth nearly waters at the sight.

You take him out, making him hiss and screw his eyes shut for a moment.

Your manicured finger brushes against his pink tip, rubbing circles as you leave soft, feathery kisses to the base of his dick.

Rafe grunts in frustration, growing impatient with your constant teasing. He grabs your hair roughly, angling your face just above his dick.

“Make sure you breathe through your nose f’me, Peach.”

Your head is pushed down; your lips wrap perfectly around his shaft as it goes deeper into your mouth. Your nose is pressed against Rafe’s hairy thigh, his cock kissing the back of your throat beautifully. You gag slightly at his length, making your boyfriend chuckle.

He pulls you off, then sends you right back down just as quick. You hollow your cheeks as your head continues to bob. Spit gathers around your mouth due to Rafe’s force. He uses his left hand to hold your hair, while his right rubs the back of your neck.

It’s something so soft, so sweet, while in such a dirty, sinful situation.

The wet sounds of your gagging and slurping is all Rafe can focus on. —That and how sexy you look with the blue and red lights reflecting off of your face. It’s a sight he wishes to preserve in his mind for the rest of eternity.

He fully removes you from his dick, allowing you to catch your breath. “Mhm, you got it baby,” he says through his panting.

He guides your head back down; you don’t even get a chance to wrap your hand around what doesn’t fit because he’s thrusting up into your mouth.

Tears pool into your eyes, but Rafe can hardly tell due to them nearly rolling to the back of your head.

You whimper around him, your angelic sounds and the squelching which permeated the car only encourage him.

“You’re my good girl though, right Peaches? You’re gonna take it real good f’me?” Rafe moans at the sensation of your tongue swirling around his cock.

You squeal around him, trying to shake your head ‘yes’ at him but Rafe continues to roll his hips up.

The car shifts when another comes speeding down the road, but he can’t seem to give a shit when the woman of his dreams is nearly sucking him off the bone.

Rafe’s head is tilted towards the roof, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows his spit. His chest heaves, his grip on the back of your neck tightening as he moans hopelessly.

“H-hah, that mouth was made f’me precious,” he grunts through his gritted teeth.

“You. Were. Made. For. Me.” His words are emphasized by his thrusts.

He switches hands, allowing his left to snatch up your hand, so his right can hold onto the open window.

His bucking grows erratic, his rhythm being lost, alongside his mind as he grows closer and closer to his climax. You can feel him twitching in your mouth, another sign of him almost finishing.

Rafe can no longer contain his moans, he’s borderline wailing at this point, his body is lifting off the seat, but you maintain your pace.

“Y-yes baby! That’s it! Make me cum, honey. Make me fucking cum.” He sounds almost pained, which fuels your burning desire.

Rafe’s been reduced to a whimpering mess now, despite his acts of dominance earlier, but neither of you mind. His moans go higher in pitch, then suddenly, you feel his warm load flood your mouth.

The salty taste makes you moan, making Rafe shiver, and his thighs twitch.

You release him with a ‘pop’, and you leave a sweet, yet seductive kiss to the head of his flushed cock.

His load mixed with your hot saliva drips down your chin, you take your index finger and scoop it into your mouth while holding Rafe’s deepend gaze.

You lock your lips with his, and he gasps at your attempt to literally, take his breath away.

He breaks away with a low grumble, and you giggle. You pull down the driver side’s visor and look at yourself in the mirror. Your hair is sticking up every which way, your mascara from earlier in the day now dries against your tear stained cheeks, and your lips are kiss bitten and puckered.

Rafe tucks himself away before you climb into his lap, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“I think I atoned for my rule breaking quite well, don’t you, Officer Cameron?” You grin mischievously, pressing your nose against his.

Rafe only hums in response, he smiles at your antics and kisses you softly.

“I uh..I got a few things to take care of back at the station,” he mumbled.

“How about you go home and wait for me there, baby.”

You pout at this, while he exits the car with you still wrapped around him.

He sets you down once you reply, “Will you come home to me?” His expression softens.

He pecks all around your face, making it harder for you to keep up your sullen act.

“Of course, pretty girl,” Rafe whispers.

You cross your arms as he continues, “I’ll wrap up so quickly, babe. Then I can…” He trails off, before ducking down to your ear.

“Return the favor.” He nibbles at your ear, and you press your legs together.

“Mmm, okay. But hurry back..” You peer at him, fixing his wild hair strands. He kisses your wrist.

“Of course,” and with that, he firmly kisses your cheek before allowing you to step back into your car.

After you settle in—after he finished adjusting your seat back, you place your hands on the wheel and spare him a last glance.

“Can you do me a favor, baby?” He asks with a grin, but you can tell it’s far from sweet.

You hum, both in curiosity and excitement.

“Think you can hold onto these for me?” He places the item into your hand, and leans back to head to his car, but not without yet another kiss to your lips.

You lick your lips as you watch him walk back to his police cruiser.

You know he won’t leave until you do, so you eventually pull off.

The set of shining, silver handcuffs resting next to you, and an ever growing heat between your legs.

[gladiatorcunt]

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