#and I go NOOO NOOO NOOOO GET OUT OF MY SKIN

[moonselune]

oh nooo, tavs tent got flooded by rain ans now theyre forced to share a bed with someone! can i rq a one bed troupe with male tav with karlach, wyll, astarion, halsin?

oh noooo how could this happen??

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Karlach:

The storm rolled in unexpectedly, drenching the camp in a relentless downpour. You were still trying to salvage what you could when a deafening crack of thunder shook the ground, sending the rivers of rainwater cascading directly into your tent. By the time you managed to crawl out, sputtering and soaked, your belongings were hopelessly waterlogged.

Karlach, of course, was there to witness your predicament. She jogged over, her broad grin illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning.

“Rough night, huh, soldier?” she teased, shaking her head at the state of your tent.

You groaned, wringing out your shirt. “You could say that. Looks like I’m going to be sleeping under the stars tonight—well, under the rain, more like.”

“Nonsense!” Karlach’s voice was as warm as the heat radiating from her. She slapped a hand on your shoulder, the gesture surprisingly gentle. “You can bunk with me. My tent’s dry, and, uh, let’s just say I come with central heating.”

The thought made your stomach twist with equal parts relief and trepidation. Sharing a tent—no, a bed—with Karlach? The woman you’d been nursing an embarrassingly obvious crush on for weeks? Your throat went dry despite the rain drenching you.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to—”

She cut you off with a wave of her hand. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’ll freeze to death out here otherwise. Let’s go.”

Her tent was modest but well-kept, and most importantly, dry. You hesitated at the entrance, dripping onto the canvas floor. Karlach turned, hands on her hips, and raised a brow.

“Get in here before you catch something, will ya?” She rummaged through her belongings, tossing a dry blanket your way. “Strip out of that wet stuff and wrap yourself up. I’ll, uh, look the other way if you’re shy.”

You managed a weak laugh, your heart thudding in your chest as you turned your back to her. Peeling off your soaked clothes felt awkward under her presence, even though she kept her word and busied herself adjusting the bedroll. Once you were as dry as you could get, you turned around, clutching the blanket like a shield.

Karlach motioned to the bedroll, sitting down and patting the spot beside her. “Come on. I don’t bite... unless you ask nicely.”

Her teasing tone was lighthearted, but it didn’t stop your face from burning as you awkwardly settled beside her. The proximity was unavoidable; the bedroll wasn’t made for two people. Your shoulder brushed against hers, and despite the chill of the rain, her warmth seeped through the thin blanket you shared.

“You’re shivering,” she said, her voice softening. “Hang on.”

Before you could protest, Karlach shifted closer, wrapping her arm around you. The heat from her infernal heart radiated through her skin, chasing away the chill almost instantly. It was overwhelming—comforting, yes, but also intensely intimate.

“You’re like a living furnace,” you muttered, trying to sound casual despite the way your pulse hammered in your ears.

She laughed, a sound that was equal parts amusement and kindness. “Perks of the infernal engine, huh? You should take advantage of it. No sense in freezing when you’ve got me around.”

The words were innocent enough, but the tension in the air was anything but. Every small movement felt magnified—the way her arm lingered around your shoulders, the way her breath tickled your neck when she laughed. You could swear she noticed your nervousness because her fingers gave your arm a small squeeze, grounding you.

For a while, you sat in companionable silence, the sound of the rain pattering against the tent mingling with the steady hum of Karlach’s warmth. But the tension remained, unspoken and heavy.

“You’re awfully quiet,” she said eventually, tilting her head to look at you. Her voice was low, almost hesitant.

“Just... thinking,” you managed, cursing yourself for how obvious your voice sounded.

Her brow furrowed, her expression softening. “You’re not still worried about being a bother, are you? Because if you are—”

“No!” you blurted, turning to face her. You realized too late how close you were, your noses almost brushing. Your voice caught in your throat, and for a moment, neither of you moved.

Her gaze flicked between your eyes and your lips, something unspoken passing through her expression. But then she smiled—gentle, teasing, and yet somehow protective. “You’re really something, you know that?”

The moment stretched, and your heart thundered in your chest. You weren’t sure what would’ve happened if she hadn’t leaned back, breaking the tension.

“Get some sleep,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I’ll keep you warm.”

As you lay down beside her, her arm still draped around you, you couldn’t help but think about how much you wanted to stay like this forever. It was comforting, yes, but it was also maddening—being so close to her, feeling her heat, and yet knowing the line between you remained unspoken.

But for now, you let yourself savor the moment, even if it left you yearning for something more.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion:

The storm came out of nowhere, drenching the camp in sheets of rain so thick you could barely see beyond your own hands. You’d thought your tent was secure, but the deluge proved you wrong. By the time you realized the rain was seeping in, it was too late—your bedroll was soaked, your belongings waterlogged. Swearing under your breath, you tried to salvage what you could, shivering in the cold.

“Oh, darling,” Astarion’s lilting voice rang out from the shadows, cutting through the sound of the rain. “What have you gotten yourself into this time?”

You turned to see him leaning against a nearby tree, his arms crossed, an infuriating smirk playing on his lips. Despite the weather, he looked immaculate, as always, his pale skin almost glowing against the dark backdrop of the storm.

“My tent flooded,” you muttered, trying not to sound as miserable as you felt.

Astarion’s smirk widened as he sauntered closer, looking you up and down with a mockingly critical eye. “My, my, such a pitiful sight. You’re dripping like a wet dog. And here I thought you’d have more... dignity.”

You shot him a glare, though your teeth chattering probably undermined the effect. “Unless you’re here to help, Astarion, maybe keep walking.”

“Help?” He placed a hand dramatically on his chest, feigning offense. “Darling, I’m not in the business of charity. But... I suppose I could take pity on you, just this once. After all, I’m nothing if not magnanimous.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning,” he drawled, leaning in closer, his crimson eyes glinting with mischief, “you’re welcome to my tent. Though, I must warn you, it comes with a price.”

“What price?”

He tapped a finger against his lips, pretending to think. “Hmm... let’s see. Enduring my company, for one. My delightful teasing, for another. And, of course, you’ll have to control yourself. Sharing close quarters with someone as devastatingly attractive as me? Quite the challenge, no?”

You flushed, heat creeping up your neck despite the cold. “I’ll manage.”

Astarion’s tent was—unsurprisingly—pristine. The interior was lit with a soft glow from a single lantern, casting flickering shadows on the canvas walls. His bedroll was luxurious compared to yours, layered with thick blankets and pillows that looked far too indulgent for a camp in the wilderness.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing grandly. “And by that, I mean don’t ruin anything.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious as you stepped inside. Your wet clothes clung to you, and you were acutely aware of every move you made. Astarion, of course, noticed.

“Oh, do take those off,” he said, waving a hand dismissively. “You’ll freeze otherwise, and I’m not about to have you shivering all over me all night.”

“I’m fine—”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he interrupted, already digging through his belongings. He tossed you a dry shirt and a blanket. “Here. Change. I’ll avert my eyes, though it’s hardly necessary.”

Your face burned as you turned your back to him, peeling off your soaked clothes and quickly pulling on the shirt he’d given you. It was soft, and it smelled faintly of him—a mix of something earthy and rich, with a hint of sweetness.

When you turned back around, Astarion was already lounging on the bedroll, propped up on one elbow, watching you with a smug expression.

“You clean up nicely,” he remarked, patting the spot beside him. “Now, come along. Let’s get this over with before you catch your death.”

Reluctantly, you sat down, pulling the blanket over yourself. The space was tight, and you couldn’t avoid brushing against him as you lay down. His body was cool, his proximity sending a shiver down your spine—not from the cold, but from the unspoken tension that hung between you like a storm cloud.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice low and teasing.

“Not really,” you muttered, though that was a lie.

He chuckled, his breath brushing against your ear. “I can feel your pulse racing, you know. Are you nervous, darling? Or is it just... me?”

You turned your head to glare at him, only to realize how close he was—his face mere inches from yours, his crimson eyes glinting with something unreadable. Your breath caught, and for a moment, the world outside the tent seemed to disappear.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost gentle. “I’m only teasing. Mostly.”

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing. “This is going to be a long night, isn’t it?”

Astarion grinned, his fangs catching the light. “Oh, you have no idea.”

Despite his teasing, he shifted slightly, giving you a bit more space. The tension between you remained, unspoken but palpable, as the rain continued to patter against the tent. It was both maddening and exhilarating, being so close to him, knowing he could probably hear every erratic beat of your heart.

Eventually, the exhaustion of the day began to catch up with you. As you started to drift off, you felt him shift beside you, his voice a quiet murmur in the dark.

“Sleep well, darling,” he said, his tone surprisingly sincere.

And despite everything—despite the teasing, the tension, and the racing thoughts that refused to quiet—you did.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Wyll:

The rain had started as a drizzle, an annoyance more than anything, but by midnight it had turned into a full-blown storm. You’d woken to the sound of water pooling under your bedroll, the fabric of your tent flapping wildly in the wind. It didn’t take long to realize your tent wasn’t holding up—water seeped in through every seam, soaking everything in its path.

Soaked and miserable, you stumbled into the camp’s common area, clutching your blanket and trying not to curse the heavens too loudly. That’s when Wyll, ever the gentleman, emerged from his own tent, lantern in hand.

“You look like a drowned rat,” he teased gently, his voice warm despite the storm.

“My tent flooded,” you muttered, feeling like a fool as you wrung out your blanket.

Wyll’s brow furrowed in concern, and he quickly stepped forward, his hand resting lightly on your shoulder. “You can’t stay out here in this. Come, share my tent. It’s dry, and there’s enough room for both of us.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to—”

“I insist,” Wyll interrupted, giving you a reassuring smile. “I’d never leave a friend out in this storm.”

Wyll’s tent was cozy, far better maintained than yours. The interior was neat and organized, his bedroll lined with extra blankets that gave it an almost luxurious appearance. A small lantern cast a warm glow, the storm muffled by the sturdy canvas walls.

“Here,” he said, gesturing to the bedroll. “You take the left side.”

You hesitated, feeling a little self-conscious as you stepped inside. Your clothes clung to you, damp and uncomfortable, and you were acutely aware of the unspoken tension between the two of you. Wyll had always been kind, always so composed, but there was something about the way his eyes lingered on you for just a second too long that made your heart race.

“You’re shivering,” he observed, pulling a dry blanket from his pack. “Get out of those wet clothes before you catch your death.”

You flushed, your mind immediately racing to places it shouldn’t. “I’m fine,” you said quickly, though your teeth were chattering.

Wyll raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and concern. “Fine, is it? If you fall ill, it’s on my conscience. Here.” He turned his back, giving you privacy as he busied himself with the lantern. “I promise I won’t peek.”

Reluctantly, you stripped out of your wet clothes, replacing them with the spare shirt and pants Wyll handed you. The fabric was soft and warm, and it smelled of him—a subtle mix of cedarwood and something earthy, like freshly turned soil.

When you finally settled onto the bedroll, Wyll joined you, keeping a respectful distance. But the space was tight, and no matter how you tried to position yourself, you couldn’t avoid brushing against him.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his voice low and soothing.

“Yeah,” you murmured, though your heart was pounding in your chest.

The storm raged on outside, but inside the tent, the air was thick with an entirely different kind of tension. You were hyper-aware of every little movement, every rustle of the blankets, every time his arm brushed against yours.

“You’re still shivering,” Wyll said after a moment.

“I’m fine—”

“You’re not,” he insisted, his tone gentle but firm. “Here.” Before you could protest, he shifted closer, draping the blanket over both of you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Body heat. It’s the fastest way to warm up.”

Your breath hitched as you felt the warmth of his body against yours. He was so close, his scent enveloping you, his touch sending shivers down your spine for an entirely different reason now. You were just glad you were facing away from him for less than gentlemanly reasons.

“Better?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, unable to trust your voice.

The minutes stretched on, the storm outside fading into the background as the tension between you grew. Every time his hand shifted against your shoulder, every time his breath brushed against your temple, it sent your thoughts spiraling.

At one point, you turned your head slightly, only to find his face inches from yours. His dark eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The air between you felt charged, every unspoken feeling hovering just out of reach. Wyll was the first to break the silence, clearing his throat and pulling back slightly.

“You should get some rest,” he said, his voice a little too even, as though he were trying to mask his own thoughts.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice barely audible. “Good idea.”

But sleep didn’t come easily. Not with the way his arm stayed draped over your shoulders, his warmth seeping into you, his presence so close it was almost overwhelming.

As the storm began to wane, the tension in the tent softened, replaced by a quiet comfort. And though neither of you said anything more, you couldn’t help but wonder if Wyll felt the same way you did—that unspoken pull, the lingering desire that neither of you dared to yet acknowledge.

For now, though, it was enough to simply be near him, the storm outside forgotten as you drifted off to the sound of his steady breathing, wrapped in his warm, strong arms.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin:

The storm that swept through camp hit with an intensity no one had anticipated. Rain lashed against the tents, and your own—already a little worse for wear—didn’t stand a chance. You woke to water pooling around you, your belongings soaked, and your blankets utterly useless. Grumbling, you gathered what you could and sloshed through the camp to find somewhere dry.

Halsin’s tent stood out, sturdy and secure against the storm, its entrance softly illuminated by a warm glow. You hesitated for a moment before calling out.

“Halsin? You awake?”

The flap of the tent opened, revealing the towering figure of the druid, his expression immediately softening when he saw your drenched form. “Your tent couldn’t withstand the storm?”

“No,” you admitted, shivering slightly. “Do you mind if I...?”

“Of course,” he said with a reassuring smile, stepping aside to let you in.

Halsin’s tent was everything yours wasn’t: dry, spacious, and undeniably cozy. The thick pelts lining the floor and the earthy, woodsy scent made it feel like a sanctuary. The warmth inside hit you immediately, and you realized it wasn’t just from the well-insulated tent—it was Halsin himself. He radiated heat like a furnace, the air around him almost stiflingly warm.

“You can set your things over there,” he said, gesturing to a corner before kneeling to adjust the blankets on his bedroll. “And don’t worry, there’s plenty of room for the both of us.”

You tried not to overthink that last part as you settled in, draping a dry blanket over your shoulders. But as the rain continued to hammer against the tent, the unspoken tension between you became almost palpable. You’d always felt a certain pull toward Halsin—his kindness, his strength, the way he carried himself with such quiet confidence. Sharing a space with him now, so close, was enough to make your heart race.

“Warm enough?” he asked, his voice low and soothing as he settled onto the bedroll beside you.

“More than enough,” you said, trying to sound casual, though the heat radiating from him felt almost overwhelming.

The silence stretched between you, comfortable at first but quickly giving way to that same tension. You couldn’t help but notice the way Halsin shifted slightly, as though trying to find a position that didn’t discomfort him. His brow furrowed, and for a moment, he looked almost... uneasy.

“Is everything okay?” you asked softly, turning to face him. “If this is too much, I can—”

“No, no,” he interrupted, chuckling quietly. “It’s not that. You’re welcome to stay as long as you need. I just...” He hesitated, his cheeks darkening slightly, which was rare for someone so self-assured.

“What is it?” you pressed, your curiosity piqued. Halsin exhaled a laugh, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m not used to sleeping with clothes on,” he admitted, his voice laced with amusement but also honesty. “It’s a little... restrictive.”

You blinked, his words sinking in as your mind instantly spiraled into dangerous territory.

“Oh,” you managed, your voice embarrassingly high-pitched with a voice crack that could rival teenage you.

“If it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t...” he started, but you quickly shook your head.

“No, it’s fine! I mean, you should be comfortable,” you said, your words tumbling over each other in your attempt to sound unaffected.

Halsin gave you a knowing smile, his eyes glinting with that same warmth that seemed to envelop the entire tent. “You’re kind to say so, but I think I’ll manage for one night.”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something you’d regret. The unspoken tension thickened as the storm continued to rage outside, the sound of the rain mingling with the steady rhythm of Halsin’s breathing.

The heat he radiated wasn’t just physical—it was in the way his presence seemed to fill the space, in the way his voice lingered in the air, deep and comforting. You found yourself hyper-aware of every movement, every shift of the blankets, every time his arm brushed against yours.

“Try to rest,” Halsin murmured, his voice low and velvety. “The storm will pass by morning.”

You nodded again, lying back and trying to focus on anything but the warmth of his body so close to yours, or the way your heart seemed to pound louder with each passing second.

And though sleep didn’t come easily, you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of gratitude for the storm that had brought you here, to this moment, even if it left you feeling like you were on the edge of something both thrilling and terrifying.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This was so fun to write, it came out more gn, but i did my best to do allusions that it was a male tav. Hope you guys enjoyed this! - Seluney xox

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[starsillys]

HUMANOIDs humanoids sdesigns for the silly’s SILLY

anyway a little (🤏) little more detailed description of their fits below the cut,,, no big deal if you read them hhaha (PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEAPELEASPLE)

sam wears those Hawaiian shirts and wears mismatched socks (brightly colored) with sandals with brightly coloured yellow rubber gloves!!!!! He always wants to start cleaning but just,,, never gets around to it he’s so lasy lol (so much so he procrastinates on taking off the gloves as well wtf) , jade is kind of insane and is so cheery happy she loves pins and tags and stickers and stuffs and she always zooms around with her crazy skates with different colour wheels (everytime she zooms there’s a little rainbow trail coming from her shoes) she has her iconic pink bow obv and can pull out literally anything in her overall dress pocket… like pencils, lollipops, comically large hammers,,, it’s very silly!! KINITO he is not so flashy he’s kind of plain,, usually wears a tank top and shorts yk,,, or sometimes like formal dress shirts and ties when he’s getting slash srs!! He wears jammas,, absolutely dripped out when it’s the sleeps time,, got the epper fit with the candle and hat and nightgown, everything!!! He wears his glasses a lot,,, not just for reading (he has very bad vision overall)

[misseviehyde]

BIG CUCK

"OMG - dude, our bully has turned me into a perfect physical copy of your hot girlfriend Jenna. Why the fuck would he do that to me? I'm your best-friend and he does this to me?

He must be up to something evil. That asshole is so manipulative and evil. He loves to play games.

He's been trying to get Jenna to sleep with him for months but she loves you too much. We can both see that she has real chemistry with Aaron and she's come so close to fucking him, but her love and loyalty to you is the only thing stopping her.

Now he's used the magic remote to copy her exactly onto me. I have her tits, her long blonde hair... even her sexy tan. Oooh shit, that's not all I have. This thing has copied her personality and desires onto me - they're starting to catch up with me. I can feel my mind changing.

Dude, I feel so fucking pretty and spoiled. My skin feels like buttermilk and my body is so tiny and perfect. Ooooh, I feel like totally feminine and girly. Jenna's personality fits like soooo nicely over my own.

I can even feel an echo of her love for you growing in my heart. Oh my God, I fucking love you. I love you so damn much.

Oh shit, here comes Aaron. Don't worry baby, I won't let that asshole hurt you.

What the fuck do you want you bastard? Why have you turned me into Jenna?

You're going to make him enjoy being a cuckold so that he'll encourage the real Jenna to fuck you? No... that's evil, and it won't work. Jenna loves him and so do I.

What do you mean you're gonna corrupt me so I love you instead and I become an evil whore? Nooooo, don't ugghhh point that remote at me... ahhhh fuck what are you doing?

Ugggh dude, you have to get out of here... he's melting my brain... making me uuuuuhhhhhh slutty and mean. I... I... I'm trying to fight it, but it feels so good. I can feel Jenna's love for you being, uuuugghhh twisted and corrupted into something wicked.

Ohhhh fuck, yessss, I like boys. Nnnn nooo I like MEN. Alpha Men. N...nooo that isn't right is it? Mmmmh, it feels kinda right though.

Ohhhh no he's making me bad and I can't ughhhh fight it. Twisting my sexuality and my mind. He's making me into evil-Jenna and I like it.

Mmmmh, yessss... only big cock will satisfy me. Only bullies make me WET. I'm a bully too? I am? Oh yeah, of course I am. I love being better than other girls. Yessss, I'm a fucking BITCH. I fucking dominate other girls. I dress like a fucking bitch, I AM a BITCH!

Hahah, ohhhh fuck this feels good. To have this smoking hot body... tight and smooth, feminine and powerful. To know men lust and desire after me. No one can understand why I'm dating such a pathetic loser for a boyfriend. Even I can't unders...

I... oh yeah of course. I date you because you're pathetic and weak. You're SO in love with me and think I'm an angel. I use you to get what I want. You pay for my clothes and my makeup. You give me lifts and cook me dinner. You even do my homework for me. But the truth is I fucking h... hate you.

Ugggh, noooo that isn't mmmmmh right, I lll..lllov... NO. NO, I can't fight it. It feels too good when I say it. I... I HATE you. I fucking hate what a weak pathetic loser you are, but it makes me wet to date you and enslave you and fuck other men. Better men.

Men like Aaron. Yeah, that's right. I like his big fat cock and his bullying attitude. He turns me on... he makes me wanna be a slut for him.

And you like it too don't you loser? You know I'm not the real Jenna, but this is how she really feels. Deep down inside she despises you and uses you to get what she wants. But really she wants to fuck other boys and you want her too.

The thought of being a cuck excites you doesn't it? Of kneeling between my legs and licking Aaron's cum out of my tight pussy. You wanna watch him fuck me. You wanna see me fucking scream and cum all over his cock.

He can pound me in ways you never could. You can only last a few seconds inside me, he can go for hours. HAHA ohhhh fuck yes, it makes me so horny to be evil to you. I love what a bitch I am.

Now then loser are you ready to watch Aaron put his strong hands all over my tight body. He's gonna bend me over, pull my panties to one side and slide that big dick into my tight little pussy.

I'm gonna fucking ride him for hours, pumping my pussy up and down on his cock. I'm gonna suck his balls and swallow his cock deep down my pretty throat. I'm gonna make you watch as he fucks me doggy, then lets me ride cowgirl. Every position, every possible type of sex - he's gonna show you how much better he is than you.

When he's done and I'm dripping with his cum, you'll never forget how hot I look - how happy and satisfied. When you see the real Jenna you'll not be able to stop thinking about her covered in Aaron's spunk. You'll do anything to help her become like me. You want to see the evil-Jenna take control.

This is the beginning of your addiction. Now get ready loser - because it's time for Jenna to get railed.

I can't wait for you to become a big cuck as I take this big cock...

[slamminslamminmcgill]

can i request nsfw saul goodman x gender neutral reader? I’m thinking the reader is his assistant or something like that. It can be a story or headcanons it’s up to you. Thanks! ❤️

gonna do hcs bc i wanted to make sure to get this done for u 😘

you could have the most impeccable resume in the world or you could have "pwease hire me 🥺" scribbled in crayon on a mcdonald's napkin. if saul thinks you're hot, you're hired.

yes, he's going to try to make moves. yes, they're going to be cringe.

in true slippin' jimmy fashion i see him having a lot of "accidents" on the job to try to get what he wants

"oh noooo im so sorry i spilled coffee all over your brand new shirt! clumsy me :(" *ogles your chest all day*

*bumps into you while he's carrying a comically large stack of papers* "aw man! help me pick these up, will ya? gotta make sure we get these in order." *"accidentally" brushes your ass while reaching behind you*

call him a pervert/dirty old man after he tries something. he's into it.

i can see this becoming a fun dynamic where you'd tease back >:3c wearing VERY risqué outfits to work and always making sure to have one extra button undone, swaying your hips a little extra as you walk. "oopsie i dropped my pen! lemme just stick my entire ass in your face bend over and pick it up 😏"

one day you come in wearing a particularly slutty outfit and sit on his desk to discuss a case. he'd be staring up at your exposed skin for long enough that eventually he'd get fed up with the formalities and shoot you straight.

"look, kid, let's cut the bullshit. are we doing this or not?"

"doing what, mr. goodman? i have nooo idea what you're talking about."

"come on, yes you do," he'd stand up from his desk and put his hands on your hips, "walking in here dressed like that, climbing on my desk and practically giving me a lap dance? that's what we call 'leading the witness', sweetheart."

and then y'all would fuck nasty in his office during breaks 😌

he loves doing it on/at his desk. his absolute favorite is when you're bent over the top of it and he's taking you from behind.

definitely an exhibitionist. his office is soundproof but i bet he'd love to flirt with the idea of getting caught. ESPECIALLY if you're being a brat.

"oh, you wanna act up right now? maybe i should just turn on the intercom and let the good people of albuquerque hear what a whore you really are."

he will ABSOLUTELY tease you under the desk in front of clients because he likes seeing you squirm.

he's either really lovey dovey with aftercare (cuddling, smooching your face, petting your hair, telling you how good you were) or he's immediately back in business mode.

you'd be slumped over drooling on his desk with his cum leaking out of you and he just taps you on the shoulder. "hey, space cadet, when you get back down from orbit, you think you can put your pants back on? we got a line of people waiting outside."

[puppyslutposting]

Hiiii puppy! Hope this finds you well (or makes you well after reading!) Finally sat down to write it out for you!!!!!!! 🖼️ (PS!! Add me to the anon list!!)

It starts with us watching a movie in their bed (we've talked about rewatching saltburn bc the vampire scene and the bribery handy got me like 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫) me sitting wrapped up in a fluffy blanket and them wrapped around me. They've given me their Docs to polish since I'm good at that. Only problem, they didn't give me water, so I ask for them to grab me some. They tell me no, my puppy mouth works perfectly fine. I spitshine my boots, why are theirs any different? I get a little embarrassed, because, as they know, when I shine my boots I'm usually just licking them. The coo and tell me it's okay, I can do it.

I agree and start to shine them, using as little spit as possible. It's just so demeaning for them to see me like this. They've moved one hand to scratch idly at the back of my neck like they don't know I'll fall into puppyspace. They peek over my shoulder and tsk, complaining that it looks like I'm not using enough spit and the shine isn't taking, I need to use more spit. Grabbing my wrist, leaning into my ear, and forcing the toe of the boot up to my mouth, commanding me, "Lick it, puppy. I need you to do a good job for me." I do, reluctantly, letting out a little noise as I rasp over the cap. They let me go and lean back, rubbing my back and telling me how good I am for following orders. I keep shining their boots, using more spit now, but not licking it bc that's embarrassing dawwgggg

Movie ends, then take the boots from me for inspection. I get a nod, and a "Very good job puppy. Look at these boots-" they show them to me "-I can even see your pretty face in them!" I wiggle and shove my face in their chest and let out a big sigh because yaaaay praise. They ask how I'm feeling and I respond by letting out a little woof and grinding my hips down on the bed. "Aww, does puppy dog want a treat for being so good and polishing my boots? Does he?" I nod and squirm against the sheets. "Good dog. I want you to get on your knees on the floor for me, okay?"

I of course do it the instant it leaves those lips. I watch as they tug on the boots before scuffing the toe on the rug. "Aww noooo puppy! I think I messed up all your hard work. Do you think you can fix it?" A little confused, I stare at them before their other boot taps me gently on the back of the head towards the boot. "C'mon, I've heard puppy drool does wonders." I get down on level and lap at the boot, drawing my tongue over the tip and down the toe, the taste of polish sharp and chemical in my mouth. They run a hand over my presented ass, giving it a reassuring pat. I whine into their boot, running my tongue along the sole.

This goes on, and our breathings get heavier before I hear the sound of a belt being undone and the unzipping of their pants. I move to look up at them, but the boot returns to the back of my head, holding me firmly at their now wet boot. "nooo, bad puppy. Good puppies lick boots and get to listen to me get off on seeing your pretty little tongue work." they shuffle their pants to their knees, and let out a hiss as they start to jerk off. The sounds they make make me woozy, and I keep licking at the boot. Any time I try to look up, the boot on my head pushes me more firmly. I hear their expletives get louder, and then push me til I'm cheek to toe with the boot as they cum.

The pressure lets off and they grab my face and make me make eye contact with them. I whine at the sudden closeness of their skin and grind against nothing. Their breath is hot on my face. "You did good puppy. So good for me, fixing my boots." Whiiiineeeeee. "I think this time I'll let you watch me, okay? Get a bit away and let me show you how good you did, okay puppy?" Whining and shuffling. I watch as their hand spread for me, letting me see just how wet they are. they start to pleasure themself, all the while staring at me and telling me how good I've done. i whine and whimper and grind into the rug to get what friction I can, but it's not enough. They cum again, laying back and pant for a while.

after they sit up again, they call me over. all but running, I run and press my face up into their thigh, kissing and licking and biting. They scratch behind my ears, whispering little praises to me. I shake when I get this turned on, and they notice. they pull me closer to their clit, holding me by the hair so I can't quite reach it. "Beg, puppyboy. Beg for me." I do, feverishly. Begging to please let me clean up after them, that I'll be so gentle and nice to them, to let me taste what they taste like. I start to sniffle and cry as I do out of desperation, lunging to be between their legs. After what feels like forever, they let me go. I latch on to them, their taste mixing with the shoe polish in my mouth. They groan and rake fingers up my back. All too soon, they pull me off by the scruff of my neck, spasming.

"You did soooo good today puppy." I whimper. they pull me into their lap and I rest my head against their shoulder. Scene ends there, whether or not I get off is up in the air lol. Hope you liked this and DON'T FORGET TO PUT ME IN THE ANON BANK <3

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[restlesschilled]

TMagP 010 reaction

Note: I am a backer, so this was originally written on March 12, and posted on March 14

without further ado

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOO

TITLE

is this a Saturday night live situation of more of a Saturday night fever

DEDICATION

ah the good old talking about the magnus archives to people who dont listen and sounding insane... absolute mood

IM SO FUCKING EXCITED

CASE

BONZO

BONZO BONZO BONZO

nigels sos

Mr.Six sounds like a fun bit EXCEPT IN THE CONTEXT OF THIS SHOW

Berried/buried

the laugh track is so unnerving

this is horrifying

IM SORRY HE BROKE HIS ARM???

WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HAZING RITUAL

TORMENTORS IN THE DUNGEON

the music

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THE BONZO BUTCHER

BONZO SKIN SUIT????

IM SHAKING

"in the edgier parts of the internet" Gwen lol

3 murders

POST CASE

colin

dont hurt celia

celia call lena

hes not suppose to be there

ALICE AND SAM DOING A THING IN A PLACE

raining... lovely and ominous

"its saturday night and im choosing to hang out in a hole with you"

"a wet hole and not the good kind either" ALICE MY LOVE

key

GWEN

HERE WE GO

gwen please be safe

WHATY

WHAT

GWEN

BONZO

GWEN

BABY GIRL

OMG HES COMMITING THE MURDERS

FOR THE OIAR

GWEN MY POOR BABY

GET OUT OF HIS HOUSE

CUT BACK TO SAM AND ALICE

samama "noodle arms" khalid

"little baby shrimp sam routine"

"well we tried come on"

ARE YOU TELLING ME IT WAS MUFFLED CAUSE IT WAS BEHIND THE DOOR

someones office i guess

ARCHIE

"archipelago"... sam

SHE SAID IT

SHE SAID THE THING

"ARCHITECT.... ARCHIVE"

WORMTRACKS

SYMBOLS OF ANCIENT OTHERWORLDLY POWER

ALICE

SHE HAS TO KNOW... AT LEAST SUBLIMINALLY

SOMEWHERE IN HER MIND SHE KNOW

"theres my baby shrimp"

THE PINNING

BANG

DOOR

OH NOOO

OHHHHHH NOOOO

I THINK WE FOUND RED CANARY

OR JONAH

OR THE ARCHIVIST

CREDITS

Beth Eyre Played [ERROR]

Mr Bonzo was uncredited

[ghost-likes-drawing]

Early Morning Glass

(Slimariana/Misclick duo) Fluff

This is for @keezers for helping me with Spanish translations for "Just Wish I Knew What Caused it"

Words 1179

Read it on Ao3

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It was 6am. Way too early for almost anything but Mariana couldn't sleep any longer so he decided he may as well try and figure out how to make “drip coffee” before Slime woke up as a suprise.

He was hunched over the counter reading the article for the 5th time trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes when a body pressed against his.

“Mariana what the fuck” Slime whined wrapping his arms around Mariana

“Go back to bed asshole,” he placed a hand on Slime’s “I'm making you something.”

Slime didn't go back to bed. Instead he hummed, then huffed, before putting Mariana’s glasses on his face. Oh that's why he couldn't read the article.

“Ahhh thank you.” He chuckled turning a bit to kiss Slime’s cheek. Slime in turn held on to Mariana tighter.

“Go back to bed.” Mariana chuckled trying to push Slime off half heartedly.

Slime stayed “Not without my Bitch Wife” He smiled his hands shifting to gently scratch at Mariana’s stomach before kissing the back of his neck. “Don't make me go alone” He rests his forehead head on Mariana’s shoulder.

Mariana sighed “fine fine. Let me turn around.”

Slime loosened up his hug to let Mariana turn around before Slime pulled him in closer.

Mariana chuckled and wrapped his arms around Slime before leaning against the counter.

“Why can't you go back to bed without me?”

Slime burries his head right into the space between Mariana’s neck and shoulder “… I don't sleep as well if you're not there man… you're so warm” Slime takes a pause “my goop needs you.” He says trying not to giggle.

Mariana had to stop himself from giggling as he lets one of his hands go into Slime’s “hair” And scratch gently causing Slime to, figuratively, melt.

Mariana humms and whispers “yea I sleep better next to you too man…” he kisses the top of Slime’s head.

Slime in turn kisses Mariana’s neck

“Want to know what I found out during bed time?” Mariana asked

“What?” Slime said nuzzling in more as he makes a trail of kisses in Mariana’s skin gently and lovingly.

“Pepito doesn't know why you and Sunny live here too.” Mariana chuckled.

Slime pulls away slightly to look at Mariana “what?”

“He thinks that you two are having a sleepover.”

Slime smiles and chuckles “What? What about the Flippas?”

“He understands Juana and… the other one… is both of ours and she lives here.” Mariana shrugs.

“Come on man don't call our other daughter ‘the other one’ that's just rude.” Slime scolds teasingly

“I know, sorry. We need to get her a name though.” Mariana sighed

Slime nodded in agreement “okay. but like how does he-”

“To be fair, Sunny… they usually live with Tubbo.” Mariana offers

“Yea but I just happen to be having sleepovers whenever Pepito is here? Which is pretty often” Slime says laughing and trying to be quiet, wanting to be mindful of the sleeping children upstairs.

Mariana shrugged

“What did you tell him?”

“Well he was asking when you were going home and I told him I'd ask you.” Mariana chuckled and kisses Slime’s cheek. Slime melted more litterally and Mariana grimaced as some of Slime came off on his lip and started trying to blow it off.

Slime tried to hold back his laughter but was failing “god that kid is so stupid…”

“Hey man! Noooo nooo he's not. He's just related to Quackity! That's not his fault! No mames! You didn't just say that to me about my son what the fuck?” Mariana said trying not to laugh harder than Slime was and was also failing.

They bagan to shh eachother putting fingers to lips and moving closer together until their lips fell on to one another's and the only thing keeping them both quiet was a mutual agreement to not let the moment end.

Slime’s hand went to Mariana’s leg but Mariana grabbed both of Slimes’s hands putting them to his waist before holding Slime’s face with hisown. He pulled away.

“Not now… just this right now.” Marian breathed eyes still closed.

“Okay.” Slime agreed before their lips fell against each other once again.

All things considered it wasn't a deep kiss at all. Tongues stayed inside the mouth of whoever it was attached too but somehow they still came away with strings of spit connecting them… or maybe that was part of Slime. It was a little hard to tell.

They were both smiling. It was like heaven.

It was better than heaven because they were together and they were alive.

“Can we sit down?” Slime asked finding himself still desperate for rest.

Mariana hummed and led Slime over to their couch sitting down with him before slime was resting on Mariana’s shoulder again.

“I love you so much. I'm so glad we got paired together to raise Flippa and I'm so glad you agreed to take in the poor girl pretending to be her and I'm so happy to have just this life with you-” Slime said blinking away happy tears

“Who are you and what have you done with Slime?!” Mariana chuckled and Slime scoffed sitting up to look at Mariana in the eyes

“Excuse you. I am capable of having serious emotions.” Slime chuckled at the smile Mariana was giving him “but I was about to say that it was Despite the fact you're a slut and a whore”

“Wooooow” Mariana mused

“My Bitch Wife” Slime hummed leaning in again. He looked at Mariana’s lips. “Who I love”

Mariana hummed and kissed Slime for a few seconds arms wrapping around him, under Slime’s arms. Slime in turn wrapped his arms around Mariana and pushed him to lay down on the couch.

“Ayyyy what are you doing?” Mariana scolded.

Slime just hummed and shimmied to lay his head on Mariana’s chest. “It's still to early… so I'm going back to sleep.”

“No mames, Slime. Please, I was trying to do something.” Mariana said making a half hearted attempt to move his husband.

“Tell me where you got the kettle and I'll let you up” Slime huffed

Mariana paused “At least let me turn it off?”

Slime got up and turned it off himself before sliding back ontop of Mariana who already had his arms open waiting.

Slime tucked himself into his spot and yawned.

“Sleep well Slime.” Mariana cooed running his hands over Slime’s back.

“You too.” Slime was asleep in seconds.

Mariana sat there trying to see if there was a way out. There wasn't so he sighed and closed his eyes.

it seemed all he needed was the weight of his husband to get back to sleep.

[starwarsanthropology]

i need to know more about tomo pls i love 'dog with separation anxiety' characters

Ok ok I gotta put this under a cut because hes. rotating inside my head always. Going to put a link to his whole little page i posted bc this gives you Some basic information as to his Vibes.

Tomo is a Corrie medic! He’s got a few different like. personas he puts on depending on context. I talk a lot about his Weird Little Unhingedness persona bc thats when he’s letting is all out without hesitation or shame, which is really fun, but he’s a brother first, then a medic, and then a pathetic little creature.

As a vod and a brother, he is very, very loyal and committed to his siblings. His core guiding motivation is to make things better for them, but because of how he thinks this tends to be an individual focus rather than a group focus; he’ll individually get everyone a blanket before pushing for a new project to get everyone blankets, etc. 

When he’s off duty and relaxed, he tends to be a friendly, nice guy. Will bend over backwards to help a vod, even one he doesn’t know, with minimal questions asked. Not a whole lot of respect for rules and authority; if you can’t indicate the practical reasons behind a standard or regulation, he will probably ignore it at his convenience. HOWEVER, he is also Definitely younger sibling coded and can be a bit of a shithead as a treat. Kind of a doormat and seems easy to bully but once he realizes he’s being teased or bullied he’ll go from the NOOOO!!! NOOO!!! younger sibling tears to I’m A Medic And I Can Tolerate And Shut Down So Much Bullshit on a dime. Likes people, likes to be around people in general, will worry and fret and scold if you’re being a bit reckless but also the biggest enabler in all of the med corps tbh. Believes in happiness and autonomy as a primary element of wellbeing and this drives a lot of that enabling; is the most likely corrie medic to go out of the way to let u keep a scar you want even if it makes his job fixing underlying structures more difficult.

He’s actually quite good at being professional when hes Being A Medic, and honestly can be a little ruthless, in terms of not hesitating to make calls (because that’s how you get people killed). His specialization is in orthopedic and reconstructive/plastic surgery, which in practice means he’s NOT out of medical much when on shift; if he’s called onto site, things are really bad. On a good day he has no emergency cases, but most of his emergencies are cases where there needs to be immediate and dramatic surgical intervention to prevent fatality. Amputations, skin grafts, major muscular trauma, broken bones; he sees a lot of really nasty shit, in his emergency capacity. In a non-emergency capacity, he still sees a lot of unpleasant and upsetting things, because he’s, yknow. reconstructing things and overseeing recovery from skeletal trauma, but it’s much much safer and less stressful. As a result of all this, he has a really strong stomach and a skewed sense of when gore, blood, or guts gets upsetting.

Also in his capacity as a medic, but off-regulation, Tomo provides a lot of suppourt to trans vode with gender-affirming care! He’ll do just about anything that’s not hazardous; he refers for tracheal shaves and bottom surgeries that require significant specialization or more advanced/specialized equipment than he has. But fillers, FFS, top surgery, horomone access? He’s gotchu.

Also; he knows he's cute. He knows people see him kind of as a pathetic little creature. He ABSOLUTELY weaponizes the shit out of this as a medic. he can cry on command because he learned the magical efficiency of just BURSTING into tears on someone avoiding the medbay. If you aren't guilted/made uncomfortable enough to comply he'll just get someone to drug you and haul you off lol

He’s a really affectionate, friendly, and easygoing guy overall, but the part of him that i talk about most often is his Little Freak setting. This is a manifestation of extreme seperation anxiety. He’s good at respecting verbal boundaries but is a Stage 5 Clinger. He will follow you into the bathroom if ur having a conversation and not notice until ur like excuse me that its weird. He’s really scared of loosing people, either to death or just to the vast distances of the galaxy, so he really really wants to be like. tangibly tied to people. This is where his cannibalism schtick comes from like he cannot imagine a closer intimacy than the physical substance of one’s self being intergrated into the other through consumption…. carry him with you forever and vice versa….. woah…..

@mamuzzy also pulled a GALAXY BRAIN take putting him w Mereel in that one art. Rotted my brain hard for them as a cringefail couple where their respective toxic traits slide off each other like water off a duck. I have a Lot of meta for that im not going to elaborate on too much beyond tomos tendancy towards clinginess being satisfied by mereel pinging him when he’s away, mereel being unbothered and indulgent of his weirdness, and tomo being game enough to help mereel that mereels habit of social engineering and manipulation to get what he wants doesnt have a chance to get toxic bc tomo is already willing give mereel whatever he wants with the ironclad exception of endangering his patients, which he is too stubborn and protective to be manipulated directly about anyway.

I decided that they met bc mereel needed to change his apperance for smth, hooked up w tomo (convenient emotionally vulnerable mark! yippee!) to gain access to medical supplies, was asking about a kind of filler (intended use for joint injuries but off-label use as a filler) to figure out if he can self-administer it and Tomo was immediately like oh i can administer it if you want to try! It’s easy to dissolve if you don’t like it! Mereel agreed, Tomo put in the temporary fillers, and they both walked away from the encounter satisfied and with each other’s contact information in their pocket.

It is very important to note that while Tomo IMMEDIATELY recognized Mereel was interested in the filler’s capacity to change facial structure and apperance, he did not realize Mereel wanted apperance-altering interventions for a mission until months later when someone pointed out he is a black ops specialist and got together with Tomo to use his skills n specializations.  He had fully been working on the assumption that Mereel had just been interested in gender exploration even after they had an established pattern of Tomo administering temporary cosmetic procedures for Mereel’s missions

ANYWAY thank u I love him he is so deeply strange. just an odd little dude.

[nortism]

live blogging doctor who pt 2

s1 ep2: the end of the world

- i love that the alien time machine operates by hand crank

- there is not a chance in hell we survive for 5 billion years but i appreciate the optimism

-the national trust moving the continents back 😭😭

- omg the cunty trans skin thing!!!

- not tainted love 😭😭

- nooo the blue plumber lady nooo

- she talks to plants i’m obsessed with her

- BITCHY TRAMPOLINE

- the doctor is so much stronger then me, i love u tree lady

- TOXICCCC oh this is so good

- TREE LADY NOOOO

- rip cunty skin lady u were a real one

-sad backstory bro let’s get chips

- rose is literally such a cutie sorry i’m OBSESSED

- i know she gets to kiss david tennant’s doctor but i hope she kisses this one too, she deserves it

s1 ep3: the unquiet dead

- uh oh possessed corpse

- glad we’re going back to the past bc honestly i do not gaf about future

- uh oh not mark gatiss of the show that shall not be named

- fuck yeah bodysnatching episode

- the doctor and rose r low-key so cute together

- ayyyy charles dickens

- aww victorian rose she’s such a cutie

- asking a zombie if they’re alright, she’s so funny

- i love how rose makes friends every working class girl she finds, she’s not forgetting her roots

- FUCK YEAH SEANCE TIME!!!

- uh oh turns out the zombies weren’t great

- aww the handhold

- that was def my fav episode so far

[h0ney-dames]

🌟ARLO🦴 | YOUR MENACING SHIFTER IS TOTALLY NOT SICK

(Redacted oc)

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You had practically adopted Arlo by this stage, he was still trying to adjust to being around you but he was getting better at showing when things bothered him, like when you took one of his blankets to wash and he sat in front of the washing machine waiting for it to be clean.

However over the past week there had been nothing but rainy days, and much to your disapproval, arlo hated rain coats, it was like you were trying to make him wear a straight jacket, on multiple occasions, he had just ran straight outside with no regard for his health, however this all came to a halt, when this morning- after being out all evening in the rain- you found he had a fever, and was undoubtedly sick as a dog.

You felt a small tug on your shirt as you were making lunch, turning round to see your little arlo standing there, sleepy and dazed from sickness. “..can we have.. pizza.. tonight.. Please?”

You giggled at his little request, scooping him up to go bring him back to bed “no arlo, no pizza today, your too sick for pizza today”

He didn't want to go back to bed, he had done enough sleeping. There were only so many times someone could watch bluey. And arlo had reached his limit “am not.. I'm healthy.. I would never..” his sickness was clear in his voice.. He also maybe needed a tissue

“Ok, if you're not sick, gimme some jumping jacks” you set arlo down on the floor, he probably wouldn't get more then two before his body decided it wasnt worth all that effort. Arlo steadied himself up and tried to do a jumping jack, before his knees gave in..

He sat on the floor, he could see that “I told you so” smirk growing on your face, “I'M JUST SITTING. Im.. I'm not sick.``

“Are to.”

“Am not.”

You scooped arlo back up, kissing his forehead, his skin hot from his fever. “How about I get you an ice pack and some soup? Y'know this is why you should listen when i say you need your rain coat”

“I'm not sick.. From the rain.. It's not from the rain.. Plus.. your soup sucks.” you let out a fake gasp which arlo seemed to think was real.. “N-no no.. sorry.. Your soups good..”

You slowly walked towards the bedroom, prompting annoyed grumbles “..mmnoo.. Nooo.. no bed. No moreeee!! I can't take.. All the.. The cosiness. And.. and all the.. The..” his voice trailed off as he looked like he was about to sneeze.. He sneezed like a little kitten.

“Bless you pup.. And come on.. Why wouldn't you wanna be lazy? All day, and you get endless attention?”

“Cus i hate it. I wanna colour an-.. And and go outside.. And then the rooms all stuffy! And my blankies all scratchy and you took.. Ri-richy to the wash..”

“Richy?”

“Yes! Richy! The-.. my-.. The dragon plushie..”

You found it adorable the boy had already named the plushie you got him the other day on the little shopping trip, that was mainly to get the kid somethings, even then he didn't know

“Pup, you gotta rest, you have a fever, you can hardly stand, and… your getting just a little grumpy”

Right on que arlo grumbled “i wanna colourrrr!!!” you slowly sat arlo back into bed, tucking him in and stroking his hair, you watched as he closed his eyes, leaning into the physical affection “mhm..”

“You wait here pup, i'll be back soon” you smiled, and heard his mumbles

“Nnnooo.. no no nnnooooo..” He tried to shuffle out of bed but he was far too cozy and far too sick.

You came back a little bit later, you set a little tray with paper and crayons in front of arlo “now you can colour in bed”

He giggled a little “mm.. Ok.. beds better now..” he began to colour

“I'll bring you some chicken soup” you were greeted by an immediate no

“Noooo!! Not chicken soup!”

You laughed, stroking his hair “ok.. You want to watch bluey and I'll go make some.. Vegetable soup”

Arlo nodded, putting his hands in the air, which hurt a little “the dog show!”

You smiled, kissing his forehead and putting on bluey, and leaving to go make soup. By the time you finished, you found Arlo asleep holding a crayon in his hands. You smiled, tucking him in “get well soon pup..” he mumbled softly in his sleep as you left to go clean up the kitchen

[missamyrisa2]

hey ummmm about kink specific teases

I may or may not have a really intense armpit (and sweat but that's not everyone's cup o' tea) kink. Could I request a really mean tease for those? 👉👈

"Now make with the shirt~!" I demand, snapping my fingers and holding them out~ before reaching right under your arms and tickling playfully, pushing you back towards a nice comfy chair~ "and let's put those arms somewhere safe, shall we? Yesss yes yes just relax I'm going to get these arms nice and snugggg back here with allll this soft rope~ around and around we goooo~ don't you love how it's all pink and cuteeee? Noooo? Well maybe when I get your pits matching the rope you'll think it's adorable ~ Ahh yes there we goooo and a little testy testtt yesss look at these lovely armpitttsss~ these armpitssss? Yeahhhh Oneeee armpit~ twoooo armpitsss" my fingers glide and dance testing your bonds one after another, probing down your arms to the rims of your pitties~

"Awww does this tiiiickle? It's just a little~pitter~patter~ Wellll you tell your tickle mama alll about itttt~" I snicker and position myself over your lap, scrunching my fingers as I start bringing them down. "Mmmhmmm mhmmm~ you like being tickled here huh? Is that why you're sooooo gigglegaspyyy? Nooo? Yeahhh? Coochie coooo~ yesss I'm gonna coochie coooo your pitttiesss~ mmhmm look at how exquisiteeee~" I trace around the edges and make little circles inward, exploring every bit of skin I can find under your arms while I hum and coo thoughtfully~ drinking in your every reaction and lingering whenever I hear a good squeak~

"Hmm hmm hmmm~ I thiiiink these armpits are little dustyyyyy~ ooh yes, I see a litttle fleck of dusttyyy right there. Mmmhm and heree my goodness darling, do you not dust these cute pittiesss?" I smirk knowingly and reach into my shorts pocket to retrieve a fan shaped makeup brush with pink tips. "Let's just get you cleaned up then~" I grasp at your outer pit with one hand and start briskly brushing my soft tool back and forth. "Hold still ~ this miiiight tickle~!!" I work my tool around, fluffing and brushing away with merry cooing sounds at your every reaction. "And now the other side oooh yes gotta get em both ohhh yesss we doooo~" I lean in carefully, making sure my soft hair and material of my outfit graze against your exposed upper body to tease~

Softer and softer I tease and tickle at your armpits until I get your head a little fuzzy, before I suddenly lean in and bury my soft lips into the center of one, kissing and blowing a raspberry. "bbbbzztttt!! Awww how's thattttt? How often do you dream about having your armpits tickled and kissed huh?" I press my lips to your other pit as you try to answer, fingers tracing playfully at the lower curves of each underarm. "Oooh getting so worked up are weee? Getting a little hot in the pitssss? Tell meee how much you loooove your armpit ticklesss~ you sayyy pleaseee tickle mama pleeeease tickle my pitssss~!"

With a sly grin I scoot closer and pull up the tip of my braided hair, and after dipping it into a conveniently placed cup of water I twist it into a point and start snickering. "Let's hear all about it nowww~ how long have you loved having your pits examined and probed and teased and bullied?" I question and interrogate and poke and stroke your hyper sensitive skin with my braid tip, swirling around in long looping patterns ~ "Do you just love it so much when I tickle here? What's more ticklyyy? My braid or the brush or fingerssss?" I plant kisses and mix my fingers into the tickles too, digging in whenever you try to get an answer out.

"What? Does it tickle sooo gooood? Not if I kiss? Huhhh? Kissyyy on your pittyyyy? What a pity! You're so ticklish!" I plant kisses right in the center of each armpit~ "And my my myyyy we did accessorize your pits right didn't weee~ sooo pink and hotttttt and worked up huhhh?" I plunge my thumbs in and rub thoughtfully as I giggle and plant kisses on your laughed out cheeks~ "I think you liiiiike when I tickle you like thisss~ on your niceeee sweet armpitsss~ yeahh these armpitsss~" and with that I skitter my nails down your arms and start mercilessly tickling away~

"Sorry baby, I know~~~ I knowwwwe~ It's just the pits!"

I bounce happily on your lap, tickling away, pausing to lean in and kiss and nibble and lickle~ flipping my tongue around wildly~ "and don't thinkkkkk I don't know what these tickles doooo to youuuu~" I taunt~ "Maybe not the pitsss after all~ maybeeee quite the opposite huhh?" I grin wickedly and reach back, pulling out my vibrating wand~

Scooting back, I put a hand on my hip and start running the buzzy bulb up and down your royal area, getting you niiice and worked up before reaching over and attacking your pit with my free hand. "Mmmhmmm~ just as I thoughtttt~ it's the pitssss~"~<3

[slut-for-zendaya]

intimate awkward

this is a spideychelle one-shot and i am so incredibly sorry for not posting anything for that long and please send requests ================================================Peter was kissing her. MJ pressed against him. Her backpack was on the floor, Peter still had his on. Her jeans felt tight, her stupid underwear was kind of giving her a wedgie. Her skin felt too tight. But in a good way. Peter pressed her closer to the wall. It was really good.

It was a very deserted hallway in their school. They were at school. Peter put his hands on the wall, on either side of her head. Peter was so strong, though. It was a little scary, not in a good way. She was boxed in. Even if Peter would never. She reached for his bicep, her fingers digging in.

He was smart, too. He put his arm down and his one hand behind his back. That was hot. He was warm, warm against her. He kissed along her jaw. She grabbed at his hair. She pushed against him. He was making this low noise, like, primal. MJ shifted her hips up. That was definitely -- she was feeling his penis. She wanted to. Right now.

Peter stepped back. She said, "Yeah. Yup. We should not make out in school."

"Yeah," Peter said. "That's a bad idea. Right?"

"Yeah," she said. "I mean, good thing we both realized that. I was almost ready to go pretty far."

"Yeah?" He took her hand and waited for her to pick up her backpack. "Pretty far?"

"We're not having sex at Midtown," MJ said.

"Nooo," Peter said. He squeezed her hand a little painfully before he relaxed. "No, we aren't."

"I bet you don't, you don't have one of those stupid condoms in your wallet, do you? That's so cliche. And then it breaks and we're having a baby! Except why we're having a baby when abortion is still legal, I never get that," she said. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

"Yeah," Peter said. "I don't have a condom in my wallet. I don't. So I guess I'd get you pregnant because we were unprepared."

"Why would we still have sex if we didn't have a condom?" They were already outside the school, walking towards the subway. "I guess if we were still in the school, you could go to the nurse's office. You know they have condoms."

"I think they have them stashed everywhere," Peter said. "But we're not doing, no sex in school, right?"

"Definitely not with how your voice keeps going up," MJ said.

"Sorry, I didn't realize sex was even on the table," Peter said.

"But it's not, no condom," MJ said.

"But if I had one, then we would? There would be a table," Peter said.

"I don't know," MJ said. They got on the train. "Sorry if I'm being a sex freak."

"Noooo," Peter said. "No."

"I'm being weird," MJ said.

"Yeah," Peter said. "But I love that. I like that about you." He gripped her thigh. "You're awesome."

"You, too," she said.

A few days later they were in his room, on his bottom bunk bed. She liked that he seemed happy she was on top of him. She liked kissing him. He ran his hands up and down her sides. She'd thought maybe his hands would feel weird. Because of Spider-man. But he felt normal to her. He kept pushing up her shirt and then it would fall down. She sat up and took off her shirt.

He said, "Pretty." He traced the lace edge of her bralette. "I don't know why I was picturing something in grey, no lace or pictures."

"You have very dull fantasies of me," she said.

"No, no," Peter said. He smiled and shifted under her. He was erect again.

She shifted back and put her flat palm on him, where his penis was. He groaned a little. He said, "Hey, hey, I don't want to, um."

"Sorry, sorry," she said as she moved back and sat between his legs.

"No, no, I liked that, I'm good with that, I just, um, I don't want to, um --"

"Come?" She smiled. "Why not?"

He laughed. "Well, like, right now, I've got my jeans on, it would be a mess."

MJ said, "We can, we can fix that. I don't mind."

"I'm, I'm okay with that," Peter said. He reached down and started undoing his jeans. She pushed his hands away and unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper. MJ tugged his jeans down to around his knees and then quietly did the same with his grey underwear. Then she scooted forward and sat on his bare legs.

"Huh," she said. First penis up close and personal. She went to touch him, her hand just barely on him. He shook a little and stared up at the bottom of the top bunk. "Still okay? Am I doing something wrong?"

"Nope, no, no," Peter said. "I just haven't, you know --"

"Oh," she said. "With people around. I can't believe you haven't been to any orgies."

He propped himself up on his elbows. His t-shirt was riding up on his fantastic abs. He said, "Yeah. No orgies." He reached under the bed and handed her some paper tissue.

"Do I use this to touch you?"

"No, no, like, for after," he said. His face was so red.

"Yup," she said. "Yeah, got it. Wait, do I need, like, something? Isn't there a, jokes about lotion? Are those real?"

"Are your hands dry?" Peter was biting his bottom lip. "Like when you jerk off, um, masturbate --"

She looked down at her hands. "This will be less awkward after we actually do it, I think."

"Can't be more," he said.

Then they were both sort of giggling. She licked her hand a few times and lightly held his penis. Peter arched up into her hand. She said, "Not too hard, right? I mean, me. No squeezing. I did some, uh, I read some stuff."

"Yup," he said. "All good."

She figured out what he liked, did what he liked. He grunted when he came and she remembered the paper tissue so everything didn't go everywhere. He was breathing very deeply for a full minute. "That was nice," he said.

She said, "Is May coming back soon?"

"Yeah," he said. They went to the bathroom and she washed her hands and then left him to his whatever after.

She sat on the couch and looked at her hands. It felt good. She felt good. She'd made him come. She really wanted to sketch his penis. Peter sat down next to her. "Hey," he said. He put his arm around her. She snuggled in.

MJ said, "Next time I'll get naked, but, like, I know you watch porn and I'm telling you now that is not how mine looks. I'm sixteen, I don't shave or get waxes."

"I don't watch porn," Peter said. "I told you I rented one, when I was in Germany. And I've seen some, you know."

"Yeah, I love to imagine you masturbating in some huge hotel room, watching weird German porn," she said. She smiled a little.

Peter shifted a little on the couch. "It wasn't weird. It was just two, three people having sex. Not in a dungeon or anything. In a room. And another room. And the two women, they were, um. They weren't super skinny with huge breasts. They had, um, more, like, they weren't super skinny."

MJ laughed. "It's not a triumph of body positivity or feminism, or whatever that the porn you watched had white women who weren't, like, less average body types."

Peter said, "I know. I'm just saying it wasn't weird. They just had sex. The three of them."

"I'm so proud of you," MJ said, laughing again.

"I'm much more excited about being with you," he said, quietly.

"Of course, I'm hot and right here."

He said, "That's really all." He rubbed her thigh. "This feels less awkward."

"Totally," she said. "Still awkward, but less."

Peter said, "It's the two of us, we're never going to reach awkward zero. I like that." He hugged her closer and kissed her. It was pretty great.

[qwerty-keysmash]

tmagp episode 1 live thoughts

ohoho i cannot wait for you to be terrible in my ears again alexander j newall

NEW INTRO NEW INTRO

jesus christ that is some intense intro music

computer?? noises???

addiction to vitamin d asjdashdf

""big milk"" im crying

ok i love these two already they are hilarious

is he leaving? :(((

aww he iss :(((((

THE BANTER I LOVE THEM

lena sounds like an asshole

this is a whiplash from tma ep 1 ngl

ok so theyve got some code or something that doesnt work??

that loud fake HEYYYYYYYY sfahj

...was the cake black forest??

is gwen the bouchard??

alice is already my favourite

so how is this one being recorded? obviously its not tapes

oh i love sams accent

"you can ignore that" so thats going to be relevant later, got it

a FLOPPY DRIVE

WINDOWS 95

PREDECESSOR TO WINDOWS 95

incidents...... spooky incidents mayhaps?? 0.0

they ARE spooky!!

DOLLS COMMA WATCHING VS DOLLS COMMA HUMAN SKIN ADGHAKDHAKD

they really have just reinvented smirke's 14

ohhhhhh it'll read out the cases so now we have STATEMENTSSS

a "chatter case" sounds so much funnier than statements lol

norris, chester, and agustus asdhjasdfajsk

OHHH SHIT NORRIS IS ALEX

IS NORRIS MARTIN??

WAIT DOES THAT MEAN THE OTHERS ARE JON AND ELIAS

FHASUOFIGASUHDKJNFJAMFGNAK

ok focus on the actual statement, blue

dont go in the spooky graveyardddd noooo

ah hello violins in the background, how i have missed you

the strangerrrrrr

of course its not arthur you dumbass

who tf is sending emails this poetic

oh hello gwen

ohh so shes actually good at her job, nice

fuck lena all my homies hate lena

aww i like gwen, hope shes not evil

FUCK LENA ALL MY HOMIES HATE LENA

mmmm but can she resign

oh she wants to climb the ranks, i see

poor sam, man just wanted to make small talk

ALICE AGJKSHAD

poor colin tho

THEYRE SO AWKWARD ITS KILLING ME

aw gwen and sam bonding

"the awful terrible thing" shes straight up asking about that origin story 2 seconds in lmao

JON JON JON AHDSGJKHSKVDAJFVSUYED

MAGNUS INSTITUTE????????

oh this is like a reddit forum or something

NOOO DONT GO CHECK IT OUT

well at least hes alive???

paranoid?? 👀

ok so a fire 20 years ago burnt the magnus institute

THE ARCHIVEEEEE

spooky symbols??? suspicious stains??????? oh im so invested

yep all that digital technology do be malfuctioning

you're paranoid? have you tried stalking your coworkers, ive heard that can help

oop hes getting doxxed

MAGNUS THEME IN THE BACKGROUND?????

OH NOOOOOO HES DEAD HES SO DEAD

EYES 👀👀👀

this is just your average reddit thread tbh

BLAST FROM THE PAST?????????

ok so jon is chester and martin is norris, so elias must be agustus

lol, going drinks at 6.30am

theyre exes haha, jongeorgie who??

oh shes smart fr

awwwwww

COLIN KNOWS RED ALERT

so the computers are listeninggggg

SO GOOD GOING TO NEXT EP NOW

[birbfeeder2artisticboogaloo]

qianqiu/thousand autumns, ep 4~

i can't believe the old man's calling him 'a-qiao~' in BROAD MOONLIGHT in front of EVERYONE'S SALADS amazing bai rong, stop bullying ppl u find attractive. they'll never love u that way! unless they have. very specific relationship needs. in which case. pls carry on 😳 bai rong: call me peony~ shen qiao: no :) ur barking up the wrong tree missy. something tells me that shen qiao is not interested in ladies.... 👀 LMAO MORE PPL CALLING SHEN QIAO PRETTY i mean, they're RIGHT. it's just funny that it keeps happening apropos of nothing 🤣 STOP CHOKING THE POOR MAN JFC HE'S GOING TO SUFFOCATE ONE OF THESE DAYS uh bai rong and the hood man are having their own…..thing rn. i dont think they need shen qiao for anything, they've uh. got it covered 😳 shen qiao: u should go on without me, im dying of victorian novel disease. i mean danmei protagonist disease. chen gong: NOOO why u want to leave meeee? i was so good and loyal to u! i would certainly never betray u out of self-preservation or greed!! ;A; WAIT SO THIS GUY WANTS TO he wants to take someone else's face…..off?? like, his face………off? to take….his face…………….off? hmmmmm xueyin: maybe if i say enough hail marys this guy will leave me alone 😒 awww poor chen gong having nightmares about john travolta and nicholas cage coming after him, that's so sad 😔 shen qiao is such a sweetheart ;A; 'u didn't help all that much but here, take my money and save ur own skin' how kind ;A; yws: heh, scared off the competition >:) OH NO RUN CHEN GONG!! DONT LET THOSE ARSEHOLES GET U!!! OH GOD ;A; well that's one way to hire a new servant i guess?? OH HE'S oh he's tiger food. WAIT NO DONT BE SO COWARDLY CHEN GONG!! but i mean…..its not like shen qiao couldn't take all of these clowns with his shillelagh tied behind his back. bringing them to him to fight like fish in a barrel is actually almost helpful lmao. now he won't have to do it later! :D 'chen gong, u know how to drive right??' 'get in losers, we're going to do martial arts!!' lol duke sadface is wibbling away like 'noooo mister pls dont hurt me, i was just killing peasants for fun, im so innocent uwu' shen qiao is so understanding!! he let chen gong go ;A; what a good boy ;A; and THEN he ruined duke sadface's day!! even better! :D WH CHEN GONG NO U GOT A SECOND CHANCE U LITTLE EEJIT DON'T SPOIL IT D:< poor shen qiao, he's all alone, walking everywhere and coughi--DAMN IT YAN WUSHI!! WOULD U GET OUT OF HERE?!?! WHERE DID U EVEN COME FROM?? WHOSE HANDKERCHIEF IS THAT AND WHAT WERE U DOING WITH IT BEFOREHAND?? yws: *evil laughs flirtatiously* HOMOEROTIC FIGHTING??? YES PLEASE :D shen qiao: 'what do u want from me?' MY LAD HE WANTS TO SLEEP WITH U. DO NOT TRUST HIM, HE IS AFTER UR TENDER AND SUPPLE FLESH!! THE NIGHT SKY CANNOT COMPARE WITH THE STARS IN UR EYES!! HE WANTS U TO BE HIS WIFE!! yws: *literally sweeps shen qiao off his feet and whisks him away unconscious* 'this is nothing personal btw. i would do this for anyone. u mean absolutely nothing to me' whatever u say yan wushi....whatever u say 👀👀👀

[rwqv]

real i feel like mahitos defeat was so underwhelming... like that absolutely sick ass scene of the bunny and the wolf was so cool and then wtf ... he gets Eaten by kenny .... like ok what evverrrr just write the best written villain ive ever seen and then give him such an underwhelming death

brah i love noritoshi kamo why did his parents name him that he did nofing wrong ...... he was just a boy stressed out but he gets soooooooooo fine later in the manga .......

no like sometimes gege's writing is so amazing and sometimes its .. Interesting ..... like i dont think he should kill off all of the favorites just for kicks n giggles ... but it was a miracle bringing back my goat kugisaki

yess bro i agree they all have such cool powers like i would KILL for takaba's cursed technique i find everything funny ....

ur so right i dunno how he'll do it all in 5 chapters like i dont wanna go thru 200 something chapters just for like a fast forward to play or something .... but i rem,ember reading something about how gege apparently said that jjk would either end with everyone dying and yuji living, or everyone living and yuji dying which scares me cus nobaras back .... AND ALL THOSE SPECULATIONS ABOUT MEGUMI'S TIGER PARADE LIKE OH GODD NOOO MY ITAFUSHIII

NO LIKE ............. i hate naoyas personality bad booooo sexism boooooooo noooo terrible ... HOWEVER ................................ hes a little hot sorry

the lineart thing is so real like it looks traced even tho its my own art like i dont know how people do lineart without it looking weirddd .. and sugar baby gojo i luv him

everyone hated mahito for a reason!!! becuase hes a good villain and at least he kills because it is his nature as a curse. i loved the comparison that was drawn between him and yuji i felt like it was eye opening. i thought yuji would at least get to rip his skin off but noooo daddyjaku had to come in at the last moment and just... eat him??! that doesnt complete the cycle vro

I SAW THE THING ABOUT MEGUMIS TIGER PARADE THAT WAS SO SAD i think yujis death is inevitable though.... think about it

gojo was often compared to yuji and yuji + megumi and gojo + geto comparisons are prominent throughout the manga.. train scenes, personality, even like dynamics (gojo/yuji brings simplicity and fun into geto/megumis life while they bring the complexity of being human and not just being a killing machine... fleshing out each others characters, geto/megumi depression, gojo + geto becoming inhabited while yuji + megumi became vessels for sukuna, the trio vs. the other trio, gojo/yuji seen as the strongest in their respective senses while geto/megumi use other creatures (shikigami/cursed spirits), being underestimated but actually also extremely strong and i could go ON) but if gojo died in the great sukuna fight i think yuji will too. esp with the last words with his grandpa, plus the idea when he first fought the first special grade cursed spirit that he didnt want to die and he was going to die with regrets... i think gege might do the last stand of yuji and he will sacrifice himself for the greater good. seems like a way to end jjk to me

i bet u 2$ gege does a flashback to sukuna's heian era that shows him in his prime and shows his character and his sad backstory after sukuna gets defeated

if gojo gets revived i think there will be at least this one way as a possibility: he isnt the strongest anymore due to a binding vow or smth and he is content with living his life as he is weaker. its a trope i really hope doesnt happen with gojo but itd allow for his humanity to sink in more

i hate how gege just kills off his most beloved characters for fun. mei mei next please!

i think it would have been cool to explore some clan dynamics and how they used to work or something else bro please like youve got the whole gojo clan what happened with them???! gojos mom and dad are probably hotties and we wont get to see them

i totally get the shitty personality hottie in body tho thats relatable

but i guess this was all our jujutsu kaisen

[adhdo5]

Sappy author's notes on every panel, on account of how it's still yaoi day in my timezone

1 - More obvious thing is as ID says he's not Quite touching Arron here. He's being careful!! You have to let them meet u on their own terms! The measure and mercy of it all. The other Hiro isn't fucking with Arron here he's genuinely thinking out loud. It's still an embarrassing You Are Not Hannibal ass thing to say but it's genuine ! He's remarking on when and how Arron does or doesn't make explicit what he's thinking about a situation and correctly noticing that Arron gets cagey/stonewalley mostly when he's distressed and it's information that he's aware can be Used Against Him

2 - Directly relevantly, Arron voices both his confusion and his intent in a situation where he could be maybe failing at that intent now, something he feels fine doing because of the trust they have between themmmm. It also seals Hiro's fate as the exact directness he's remarking on kind of lays him out as he realizes he's being cringe. Also on the note of physical intimacy and Arron setting the pace about it the hand on Hiro's shoulder(/second hand on his chest, it's like only barely visible in a couple other panels I didn't bother defining it much) is notable in both the way that Arron is still holding Hiro close and also in the way that the arm Between them is acting as a spacer if it gets too much for him. He literally knows how to have self respect he has nooo excuse

3 - Not a whole lot to say about this one they're just cute. Hiro internal monologue rn "I am fumbling this so hard right now"

4 - Hiro is calling this kind of a wash. He's saying "neither of us" because he doesn't want to be like noooo I fucked uppppp because that would be Manipulative so instead he's backing out in embarrassment. Abort mission. Arron is not less embarrassed (see: hand closes automatically). This is maybe my favorite panel for expressions also I had to redraw Arron like five times but I couldn't do the delete/turn off previous attempt later thing because I liked Hiro's expression too much

5 - Too absorbed in thinking "nice going Hiro. Well, next time" (frankly also an expression I'm really happy with) Hiro does not notice Arron contemplating his next move. He's calculating this. Unfortunately he's got "thinks he's hot shit" disease.

6 - Immovable object. Literally not done here. Aforementioned arm meta is doing so much. As aforementioned Arron is absolutely the limiting factor on how physically intimate they get ever and given that it's the scale of "prolonged skin contact makes him start taking ticks of poison damage" this is massive amounts of both trust and audacious posturing in equal part; combine with that Hiro's having mostly written this interaction off and this is 0% precedented

7 - Like this is the flirting game Arron is showing off. Braving new frontiers to look cool for his boyfriend. Hiro is soooo fine with this development there's such a reason why the directness works for him.

8 - And conversely the fact that Hiro picks up on Arron going tense and knows to back out for real this time is the exact "measure and mercy" that both motivated and enabled the posturing. Also this isn't lore details but I really am SO happy with the way Arron's body language progresses over these I care him so much

9 - Note Arron immediately going to cross his arms about it this SUCKS for him

Basically this comic is them both doing the "he's playing basketball, points at you and says 'this is for you,' and completely misses" thing and it mutually works. 🩶🩵Love wins🩶🩵

Idk if I’m gonna post the rest of this on account of it’s not that good for how many pictures it is but this in particular is worth it