#ahhh al is me

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

No thoughts just Al in a certain au wearing a mock-crown made from pieces of corals arranged around his hair

[valeriianz]

@gabessquishytum horny anons forcing my hand to write vulva Dream again. human au. inspired by this ask.

Hob’s sure Dream is trying to kill him.

He’s making the sweetest little noises just next to him in the passenger seat, while Hob has a death grip on the steering wheel. Little huffs of breath and whimpering and quiet moans that make Hob’s dick twitch in his pants, his ears attuned to each sound as they fall past Dream’s lips and fill the otherwise silent car.

“Hob…” Dream purrs and Hob finally chances a look sideways and almost throws his foot on the brake pedal. 

Dream is grinding against his seat, his long pale legs spread wide and his hips rolling forward and back. The skirt he’s wearing is bunching up higher and higher, exposing the delicious breadth of his strong thighs, the muscles visibly tightening as Dream continues to rut against the black leather of the car seat.

Hob swallows, hard, and rips his eyes away to focus again on the road. They are on their way to a staff party, Dream opting to wear a mid-thigh pleated black skirt with a layer of lace peeking underneath (something that already gave Hob pause on their way out the door, physically stopping in his tracks at the sight of his boyfriend dressed in something seemingly as simple as a skirt with a skin tight sleeveless shirt under a fitted leather jacket). Hob himself hadn’t put much thought into his own outfit, a buttoned up flannel with nice jeans… but it seemed Dream had made a plan to ruin him tonight.

And maybe that hadn’t originally been his intention, but Hob knew the spark of mischief in Dream’s eyes as Hob had shamelessly taken in his fill, standing in his living room and fighting down the urge to throw Dream onto his couch and rip off that skirt with his teeth. He recognized the huff of annoyance as Hob, instead of acting out exactly what he wanted to do to Dream, turned to open the front door, swallowing his desires and insisting they were late and had to go.

So Hob supposes he deserves this. 

But it’s driving him crazy.

Dream makes another desperate noise and Hob can only sit and listen, taking peeks over at his gorgeous boyfriend taking himself apart in Hob’s car. His hands slide up his flat stomach to his chest and around his neck, stretching his head back and absolutely putting himself on display for Hob as his back arches like a bow, a salacious groan tumbling from Dream’s lips as he takes a particularly long, hard thrust against the seat.

“Christ, Dream…” Hob finally finds his voice. His throat is dry and he swallows again. There is traffic around them, it’s later in the evening, but Hob is sure that if anyone in the cars surrounding them were to look, they’d see Dream’s face, lost in ecstasy, brows furrowed in frustration as he desperately ground his hips down, seeking friction that only barely alleviated the tension in his body.

Hob’s cock is aching in his pants now, damn near distracting him enough to drift slightly out of his lane, which he corrects with a hasty tug on the wheel and a curse.

“Careful,” Dream pants, low and entirely too sexy for his own good. “Don’t let me distract you. I know important it is that we– nng– not be late.”

“You little shit,” Hob feels himself start to shake, wondering when the next red light was coming up so he could do– something about this shameless flirt in his passenger seat.

A breathy gasp tickles Hob’s ears and he chances another look and nearly inhales his own tongue.

Dream has a hand under his skirt, moving slowly and in time with each delicious roll of his hips. Hob knows he’s fingering himself by the musky smell that has begun to permeate the air and it’s enough to make Hob dizzy.

Hob’s blood races through his body, heading south and he has to blink several times to focus on the road, his knuckles turning white against the wheel. For his efforts Dream continues fucking himself on his fingers, moaning and panting and fuck– Hob can almost hear how wet Dream is, the slick, soaked sound of his fingers moving in and out.

“Oh, Hob…” Dream cries out and it’s so soft, so pitiful. Hob clenches his jaw. Dream sounds wrecked and then he starts to beg–

“Hob, please– ah!”

Hob throws on the breaks way before he should at a yellow light, making the car behind them lay on their horn but Hob doesn’t even hear them. Doesn’t hear anything over the sound of Dream squirming in his seat, gasping for breath and– Hob coughs in surprise as Dream grabs his hand off the wheel and shoves it under his skirt. Hob grabs on instinct and nearly comes in his jeans at how absolutely soaked Dream is through his panties.

Dream’s hands, one wet with slick, tighten onto Hob’s arm as he throws his head back and keens loudly, bucking his hips up and grinding animalistically against Hob’s open palm.

“Fucking hell, Dream–” Hob’s eyes are glued to Dream, watching with rapt attention as he chases his pleasure on Hob’s hand, making desperate noises and fingers digging into Hob’s forearm enough to hurt.

Hob swipes his thumb up and digs it into Dream’s clit and Dream wails. He looks about ready to climb up Hob’s arm and into his lap when the car behind them impatiently honks their horn again.

With herculean effort, Hob pulls his hand away and the sob that Dream emits nearly breaks him. Nearly makes Hob abandon all health and safety codes and just yank Dream into the backseat right now and fuck him senseless.

But instead he manages to get the car back into motion, lurching forward and fumbling with the turn signal before finally pulling off to the side of the road, turning on the hazards, and unfastening his seatbelt. 

Without warning, Hob turns in his seat and leans over the gearstick to shove three fingers past Dream’s hole, curling them immediately and pressing them punishingly against his g-spot.

Dream screams. His hands find purchase on Hob’s shoulders and he hangs on as Hob brutally fucks him.

“God you drive me crazy,” Hob growls in Dream’s ear, biting it. He can hear Dream’s breathing begin to stutter, little cut-off gasps that always indicate he’s close.

And he’s so fucking wet that Hob can barely keep up a steady rhythm, his fingers sliding with far too much ease. 

“So wet–” Hob groans as Dream’s nails dig into his back, his hips bucking up faster and faster. “-- fuck. I’m going to smell you in this car for days. Dream–”

“Hob–!” 

Dream moans, low and long as his orgasm overtakes him, Hob can feel the rumble against his own chest, as well as the burst of slick that pools in his hand. He pushes it back into Dream’s cunt over and over again until Dream is shaking from the overstimulation. 

Hob finally turns his head and latches his mouth over Dream’s, kissing him wildly, getting his other hand around his jaw to hold him fast.

Dream whimpers in his mouth, Hob hasn’t removed his fingers yet and his tongue mimics the motion of them buried inside him, devouring him and pressing him roughly against the headrest.

When Hob finally breaks off, Dream is gasping for breath, boneless beneath him and his red lipstick smudged up to his nose.

He gasps softly as Hob finally slips his fingers free and, unable to help himself, sucks them into his mouth.

Dream watches with heavy interest, his eyes dark, sweat collecting on his brow.

“Still want to go to that party?” He asks, a small, satisfied smirk tugging up the corner of his lips.

Hob wants to say no. Wants to turn around right now and finish what Dream started. But instead he grins, smug and a little vengeful.

“Yes,” he brings his wet fingers up to Dream’s mouth and smears his lipstick even more, causing Dream’s jaw to drop. “And we’re not even going to fix you up.”

[impossible-rat-babies]

first OC thought of 2024 is brought to you by HW we love to see it !

[ihuerfanas]

                     starter abierto:  2da gen. cestlavie. 

      ‘  te juro no quería hacerlo...  lo siento ’  termina con esa gran frase que alguna vez escuchó en una canción;  esperando que la muchacha terminara de escribir la dedicatoria.  ‘  ¿listo?  por favor,  envíalos a las dos direcciones que te di  ’  incluso había tenido el descaro de elegir el mismo arreglo floral.  ‘  ay,  basta...  no necesito tú mirada juzgadora  ’  dice a la persona de al lado que ha estado escuchando todo su plan para disculparse con las afectadas.

[cattoru]

i started gokurakugai and i’m obsessed

[liquidstar]

actually after i finish this set i wanna do a misc oc artdump to get a bunch of ideas out for characters ive already drawn. i decided. im posting this so i can hold myself to that lol

[prontaentrega]

can confidently say im the first transsexual this hospital has ever seen

[holycorrupt]

happy STS :D what's your favorite detail about your setting and/or characters? do you think many readers would pick up on it? would your characters be aware of it?

Oh howdy! I'm assuming STS stands for Story Teller Saturday?

So honestly my favorite world building aspect of MTE is MOTHER, so much of the thought and actual ya know...world building is built up around her. How she's just this lonely creature who created the world because she wanted companionship and beauty in her life and I just think that's cool! (and maybe sliiightly meta if you take it as a metaphor of the creative process HAHA) To create humans she had to split her very soul in half, implying that the reason that Humans have thoughts and feelings stems from her, her very soul. There is a lot of other stuff I could just go bananas talking about but they fall into the realm of: "Stuff I want to keep a secret because I think the impact of revealing it in the story properly is important" Slightly off topic but another thing I'm veeeery excited for is the actual art, I've always loved when comics or series show things in the background that maybe a keen eyed reader might pick up on and is then revealed later to be important. This is maybe my *hint hint nudge nudge* to keep a careful eye out on all the stuff that happens in the background of MTE right under the characters noses ;^)

[lechatonetlacoccinelle]

x

[felixkummer-fake]

Kennt ihr so songs die kein cover sind sondern quasi ne Antwort auf den original song halt aus der Perspektive von ner anderen Person naja hab jetzt quasi sowas zu Fallen wie ein Stein geschrieben, made myself sad :)

[iopenhonkaionlytolookatstelle]

Today is my man's birthday. Everyone says happy birthday to Kaveh.

Also, he's a July baby >>>

🦊💛

[bittwitchy]

so today is one year since i saw taytay swifty in concert and got i know places and king of my heart for my show but its ALSO ten years of my knowing markiplier bc its the 10 year anniversary of fnaf!!! which my url is from btw!!! ppl dont realize that a lot phone guy said in game one about foxy “that one’s always been a bit twitchy” and i myself have had non controllable twitches all my life, and when i learned it was an available url i said bet

[dinosaurwithablog]

I just checked, and with today's win, the NY Yankees are once again in first place in the AL East!!! Ahhh... how do you spell relief? I spell it like this... we are number 1!! Yippee cayay, motherflower!!! And just like that, all is right with the world. 😁😁😁

LET'S GO YANKEES!!!!!*

* This is our year!! It has to be. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

[milanesa42]

Los reales en septiembre:

you all in September: ♥🍂🍂🍂🍂 fall 🍂🍂🍂🍂 ♥

me, an intellectual, in September: 🌼🌹🌺🌻🌸🌷SPRING, BEIBI! 🌷🌸🌻🌺🌹🌼

[aroaceofthesea]

Com li dic al dire d big band que no puc anar al concert

[wosohours]

good morning - alexia putellas x reader

(italics = speaking in spanish)

Alexia was currently lying in bed next to you watching while you slept. She always loved waking up next to you, it was one of her favorite things to do, watching you look so at peace while the sun shone on your face. Today was one of her rare days off and she had been up for about an hour and was starting to get bored.

Reaching over she started running her fingers through your hair then leaned closer to start peppering kisses all over your face. The feeling causes your eyes to flutter open.

“Buenos días, mi amor.” She whispers.

“Hola bebé.” you say with a small sigh shutting your eyes again. Alexia starts to trace your face with her fingers. You open your eyes to see her still staring at you with a small smile.

“Ale you know I hate being up this early,” you whine pulling the covers over your head.

“Well I have been up for an hour and I wanted to spend time with you since we have both been so busy lately,” your face softens and you scoot closer to her putting your face in her neck. Ale lets out a little laugh as she tries to pull you impossibly closer.

“I understand but I am so tired, so please give me like fifteen more minutes,” you say, moving the covers up to your shoulders and shutting your eyes once more. “No no no bebé, come on let us go make some breakfast,” she says pushing the covers away.

You do not respond so she moves from under you and pushes you to lay on your back so she can straddle your hips. She leans down, peppering more kisses all over your face. You can’t help but smile at the action and pull her down so she is laying directly on you like a nice weighted blanket.

Alexia turns her head to kiss your neck repeatedly which causes you to giggle and push her up so that you can sit up. “Can you make breakfast with me now?” She asks while you stare into those eyes that you love so much and nod saying “Yeah baby let's go.”

She gets off of you and stands on the side of the bed pulling you towards her so you are sitting on the side of the bed. When you stand up to walk to your closet she reaches over to smack your butt and giggles, “Cute butt bebé.”

You roll your eyes, “Whatever, come on.” but before you can walk too far she grabs your wrist and tries to kiss your lips. “Ahhh babe no, morning breath.” you squeal causing her to roll her eyes, grab your hand, and drag you to the bathroom.

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first fic on tumblr :)