#and cant stop chewing on my lip/mouth/tounge

[deltalirious]

been really into microdosing cannibalism lately

[dingalingalingis]

Shirts

(Art by @imperial-palace because I asked and im fjfjskvksjxjksif its perfect)

Green huffed softly as he chased another slime, low on money since he impulsively bought duet armour for his and Red's characters, he hated missions like these but they paid a lot.

He rolled from his back onto his stomach, chewing on the hem of the shirt he stole from Red-no Red you cant get this back I dont care if it can barely cover my shoulders you like access like that anyways- as he chased after a shiny slime king, knocking his different colored socked feet together.

"Eeeeh? Out of bounds?? How is that fair?!" Green dropped the hem from his teeth to groan, huffing into the empty air as he tapped his nails against the switch's remotes. Red had left a while ago, Green was still asleep on his side of the bed.

They didn't really do much while in Unova other than the occasional battle, mostly curled up inside watching movies and having not so soft make out sessions because Red believes that-Well I have to do something with my mouth other than talk-and right then Green wanted to tell Red that how he said that sounded like something completely different but he only planted his lips back onto Red's to shut up his signing.

"Stupid slimes and their stupid out of bounds trickery." Green hissed, stretching forward to pop his lower back before tapping his thubs against the buttons again.

He paused to check his current inventory as the door opened, he cocked his head to the side with soft girlish squeals coming from the ajar front door before it shut.

He raised his brows but didn't look up as he fiddled with his stats, kicking his feet up and down before Red opened the side door and walked in front of the bed with a water bottle in hand.

Red grunted in greeting,shuffling before Green looked up and god a whole picture of Red's abs in his face.

If they were in an anime he knew Red would probably had those sparkles and pink glow and maybe those roses on the edge of the screen that should make him, apparently as the object of anime Red's affection's get all doki doki and swoon.

Well they aren't in an anime but his heart is for sure going doki doki.

"....Hi..." Green blinked slowly, drawling out the word on his tounge as he looked Red up and down with the realisation that t h i s was the reason why there were girls outside screaming like they were just stabbed. Red grinned passed his water bottle, more of a teasing sultry smirk because he k n e w what he was doing and Green simultaneously couldn't stop looking at the sheen on Red's abs and also couldn't stop himself from thinking 'this idiot is trying to rile me up and I hate that its working'.

Green sweat dropped, tapping his forfingers against the switch in his hands as Red signed to him about his run before clutching his shirt up for no other reason than he wanted to.

Oh Green was so going to get revenge.

Red smiled, innocently enough though Green knew Red's expressions like the back of his hand. He didn't know if he should feel hot and bothered or jealous but he was certainly feeling both.

Red's small smirk and cocked brow was enough to let Green know how he wanted him to react. So Green didn't react at all other than what Red wouldn't have expected.

Green blinked slowly, letting his lashes flutter as he shuffled up the shirt he wore to chew back against the hem, he flicked the game screen back on as he mumbled a "how was your day?" though the fabric.

He hummed once, cocking his head to the side, he hadn't showered yet so his haur dropped lower around his eyes as he looked up at Red through his lashes.

He snickered lowly at Red's almost disappointed yet flustered huff before the man sat down and started signing out his day.

He can be jealous later, he might as well take the rewards of half shirted Red for now.

[punkass-parkerps4]

I’ll make it up to you

summary:peter has to go do spidey stuff in the middle of sexy times

Your heels clicked down the hall to your apartment. You had a smile on your face, and you felt confident.you had just had your first day at a new job you were loving, mostly because of the atmosphere of  the tiny office in Hell's Kitchen; Two lawyers posted that they needed a secretary/paralegal and you gave your resume, and the rest was history. Your day was primarily helping the working people of the city, mostly pro-bono cases. For your first day, you dressed modestly professional. The dress was made out of a comfortable material and made you feel attractive but in a 'boss ass bitch' kind of way. You opened the door to you and your boyfriend's apartment to smell of caramelized onion and spices like cumin and turmeric and ginger. You now realized just how hungry you are after working all day. You see peter set your small table with plates of Naan bread and a bowl of chicken tikka marsala. " so I figured you would be tired after your new job, so I used your recipe that you gave me and made dinner," he spoke with a metal fork still in his mouth, chewing on the delicious Indian based food. "thank you, Pete, that was thoughtful." you smiled at his dorkiness. Over dinner, you talk about each other's days what Pete did at work and on patrol. You clean and put away the dishes. As you were walking past the couch peter pulls you into his lap planting small kisses on your face and tickling your sides. you let out  a laugh and beg him to stop; then you feel a hardness in his jeans.all of that bouncing around must have gotten him hard you think before he says "you look so sexy babe, so professional and stuff." you move from his lap to kneeling between his thick muscular thighs. "Yeah?" you rub your hands over his denim covered thighs " So gorgeous baby." he agrees.you undo his belt before pulling it from his jeans and tossing it behind you. One hand rubs his growing erection, and the other undo the button and zipper. He lifts his hips, and you pull his jeans and boxers off swiftly, his hard and veiny cock smacks his lower stomach. He shutters when you teasingly run a finger along a decently sized scar on his thigh. You look up at him while kissing the inside of his leg. his breathing his slightly labored as you reach up to the back of your dress and unzip it. It falls exposing your bra.you free your arms and starts pumping him slowly, teasing. "my spidey senses are telling me that you were planning this all along." he motioned to the lacy bra.you giggled at your inside joke you release him and start kissing up his length, now massaging his balls. You suck on the tip of his pretty cock, and he let out a strangled moan. You pull away and pump him a few times before repeating this time stroking the rest of his dick.you swirl your tongue around the pink tip, and he places his hand on your head, motioning you to take him in deeper. Has moaning softly as the tip of his pulsating cock hit the back of your throat. You're bobbing your head up and down his length. "you're so good for me, sweetheart," he whined.just as he's about to cum you pull away. He whines as you undo your bra, nipples pebbling from the cold air. You take him in your mouth again, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes. "mmnn gonna cum soon" he mewled, his hips buck as he shoots a load of hot cum down your throat, almost making you gag. You remove his throbbing shaft from your mouth with a pop.you move to straddle him on the couch. You kissed him passionately, tounges colliding and fighting for dominance. just as you break apart his phone goes off. "10-34 hostage situation near hell's stacks currently in progress, backup requested." the operator from the police scanner spoke. You both let out an audible groan. This was definitely not the first time you were interrupted during your time together, and it would certainly not be the last. As much as you hated being cock-blocked by the police radio. You loved Peter more and ultimately understood that he had to save lives. You scooched off his lap, and he clumsily put on his suit; apologizing and promising to make it up to you later. He kissed your forehead and was out of the window. Feeling alone and horny; you let a resigned sigh from your lips and go to the bedroom to try to solve this problem by yourself. ____________________________________________________ When Peter returned, he found that his girlfriend was already asleep.  She looked so peaceful sleeping; strands of (H/C) hair wisping around her face.he removed his suit and kneeled by the bedside. He moves the tresses of soft hair behind her ear; she starts only slightly. A soft smile washes across his face; a tightening in his chest; he felt horrible about leaving her in the middle of sex, especially after that amazing blow job she gave him. He slipped into bed with her, her scent embracing him with the duvet. He snuggled up into her side as his hands began to wander. He moved his fingers over her breast teasing the pebbling nipple. Peter smiled as his ministrations elicited a sigh from her parting lips. He switched to the other mound, tweaking the erect nipple, another cry from her still sleeping form. His hand moved southward, caressing her stomach then slipping beneath her pajama pants and panties. His thick, calloused fingers stroked lightly over her lips before rubbing tight circles over her clit, just light enough to not awaken her but give her pleasure at the same time. A louder whimper fell from her lips as she began to buck her hips into his touch. Her breathing was becoming, and he could hear her heart speed up in between soft mewls of pleasure. He knew she was close by the way she was writhing against him.to tease her he stopped his stimulation on her clit and moved to feel how wet she was, soaking her underwear.he moved back to her clit this time pressing slightly more firmly, her legs spread slightly as he began to place butterfly kisses on her bare shoulder. A quiet moan escaped her lips as her body tensed as her orgasm radiated through her body. She awoke to the throbbing pleasure in her lower abdomen and the feeling of Peter's hand in her pants. "mmmm peter" she keened, nuzzling into his touch "want me to keep going, beautiful?" he quired to which her response was a nod.peter ripped the covers from the bed and crawled between her legs.he ripped the clothes off from her lower half. his rough hands spread her thighs and guided your legs to be thrown over his shoulders.he licked a long stripe up her labia before pulling away and asking her smugly "Mmm baby you're so wet, is this because of how I woke you up by rubbing your pretty little pussy?" "Peter please!" she begged. He smirked before returning to lick and suck at her bud. The way he kissed and teased her womanhood had her hips bucking against his face, trying to get more stimulation. He growled and placed his forearm over her pubic bone, using some of his strength to keep her still. She let out a moan that sounded like music to Peter; her hand reached down in peters hair. "Pete, I'm so close. I'm Gonna come." she whimpered as her other hand curled into the bedspread. His name fell from her lips.her next orgasm washed over like a tidal wave, her nether regions throbbed and pulsated as he continued to eat her out through her orgasm.he removed his glistening mouth from her and began to tease her opening with his middle finger. She let out a whimper when he finally pushed his digit into her tight wetness. He curled his thumb against her walls and thrusting his finger deeper, earning him keens from her open lips. Once he felt she was ready, he pushed his ring finger inside her. She writhed and rolled her head against her pillow.her hand moved to his forearm still keeping her hips again. "Peter! I'm gonna cum again-oh!" he leaned down and suckled on her clit to bring her over the edge with a cry of his name. Her third orgasm made her legs clench around his head as she spasmed around his digits, still thrusting inside of her. ____________________________________________________ Peter removed his fingers from your heat and brought the slick digits up to his mouth to taste.you sat up and grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer as he moved up to kiss you, you tasted yourself on him. He licked your bottom lip before your tounges battled for dominance in a heated kiss as you rolled the slick condom onto his shaft before giving him a few pumps.  You let out a squeal as he pushes you back down on the bed.  He teases your slit with the head of his cock before pushing in slowly. "hah, baby you're so wet and tight." he panted in your ear before sucking on the sweet spot on your neck "Pete, please move." you whimpered.  He pulled out slightly then pushed back in; he soon found a good rhythm that you both liked.his hot breath fanned over your throat as he hit your g-spot, causing you to let out a loud moan. His mouth moved across your clavicle and down your sternum before diverting left to take a perked bud into his warm mouth. His tongue swirling around your nipple and his thrusts that hit your g-spot every time caused your hand to clench his bicep, leaving red crescent-shaped indents in his skin. "Peter please, I'm gonna come again." you cried as he gave you another passionate kiss. "come for me, baby," he spoke.your mouth formed an o-shape as your body tensed. you let out a loud cry as you come tumbling from the edge yet again.you feel the fire in every nerve ending as your body twitched from the intensity. Peter pulled you into his lap, still inside you. When you and come down he started trusting up, directly hitting your g-spot.youre sure moaning so loud that the neighbors could hear you.peter his panting in your ear letting out groans of pleasure. "hah.im close, baby." Peter moaned in your ear "p-Pete I c-cant." you whined, the intense pleasure becoming too much. Your hands flew up to his back, nails probably leaving scratches. "it's ok, come for me.i know you can," he assured, snaking a hand between the both of you to rub your clit a loud cry of his names forced itself from your throat. Your whole body spasms as your walls contracts around his hard cock.  He lets out a loud moan as he pushes entirely inside you, releasing into the condom. When you come down, you see your bodies and faces flushed and covered in sweat.  He lays you back on the bed before pulling out and discarding the used condom. He kisses your forehead and says he'll be back.  He returns with a bottle of water, which he opens and hands you. You take a sip and ask him "can you carry me to the bathroom? I need to pee, and I don't think I can walk." he laughs "sure gorgeous, anything for you."

[omoghouls]

Uuuuuuh- context: Felix is a tired, kinda very disturbed old, not really human man and Olli is mom friend(tm) who is concerned.

Aka: this started as self indulgent omo then became this,,,ramble??

Oh and

Olli looks like this:

Felix looks like this:

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'Drip'

'Klunk'

'Drip'

'Klunk'

Felix blinked slowly, leaning against the counter as he watched the water of the faucet hit the bottom on the sink. He stifled a yawn as he took whistling kettle off the stove.

He poured the boiling water into the oat mixture, stirring aimlessly as he looked off to the distance. He wasn't sure if he was tired or already drained of the rest he had managed to scrounge up.

A soft knock echoed through the hall, catching his attention and breaking him out of thought.

He turned his head, craning a bit to look down the hallway,"Come in!" Felix called, turning his attention back to bowl of porridge, folding the mush with his spoon.

The door clicked open. A ginger haired woman peeked around the frame before stepping in.

The man tilted his head, "Good morning Mrs. Ivanov, you are here rather early. You do know market doesn't open 'til 10?" Felix explained as he sat down at the table, watching the woman hang her jacket before walking into the kitchen.

"I know."

"Oh, well, very fortunate to hear so," he said, glancing to his breakfast, "if you know of this, why are here at this hour? Is, is something troubling you, Olli?"

Olli nodded, pausing, trying to find her words.

"We need to talk about something, about you."

Felix felt his heart sink. He looked at her for a moment before shoveling a spoonful of the oatmeal into his mouth to preoccupy his tounge.

Olli sighed, "Felix, we cant keep beating around the bush about this, issue," the woman said as she sat besides the man.

Felix made a face as he swallowed, "I wish you wouldn't call it that Oliva, it was just a, freak occurrence as they say."

"That happens every night?"

"Not every night."

"Then how many times huh? If not nightly then why is the washer always going when I come over?" She said, guestruing loosely to the whirling sound coming from the ajar door.

"You always stop in when I'm doing my landury," he shrugged.

"Felix you live alone how much landury could you possibly have?"

He looked down, unable to answer. Or rather, not wanting to.

Olli sighed, pulling the bowl away from the man, her hand brushed against his.

"Fe, talk to me?"

"It's only recent," Olli's eyes met his when he slowly spoke.

"Or it feels as if it is new, time doesn't have the same concept for me no longer," his brow furrowed for a moment, "All I know is one night I woke up to wet sheets and it's been a vicious cycle ever since."

Olivia's gaze softened as she pulled her hands to rest under her chin, listening intently to the man.

"Are you drinking a lot before bed?"

Felix shook his head, "I have been limiting myself when I plan on sleeping."

"Plan on?" Her face scrunched up, "Felix don't tell me you're going on sleep strikes again," she said, disappointment in her tone.

The man raised his shoulders to his ears as he turned his head, "I would, rather not rest many of the nights because," he paused.

"Because?" Olivia repeated, as to engage the man to speak further.

Her head tilited when she heard the muffled, mumbled answer. She scooted closer, gently placing her hand over his.

"Her."

"Her?" She repeated.

Felix turned away, pulling his hand away to rub at the gaunts of his eyes with a small sigh as he placed his glasses to the side.

"It's always the same thing, we're at the riverbank, it's a marvelous afternoon. Just the four of us, basking in the mid-day heat. The girls are chasing butterflies," a small smile creeps over his lips as he glances up, "They always saw them as messengers to the fairy realm."

Olli nodded, letting him take it at his own pace.

The smile slowly faded.

"Her and I, we are seated on a fallen tree, blissfully unaware of the approaching turmoil," he takes a small breath, "She presses my hand over her stomach, letting me feel the kicks of our soon to be arrival. I look back to her face but," he pauses, desperately trying to swallow the lump in his throat, "it is not her. It is not her. It is a rotting corpse, and, and her jaw unhinges as she let's out an unholy scream, and," his voice trailed, knuckles whitening from his grip on the table.

Olli blinked slowly, her eyes widening slightly as she watched tears roll down the man's face.

"Oh Felix, sweetheart," she cautiously began, hand hovering over his arm before letting it land, rubbing it over his arm.

The man felt her gently nudging him to a standing position, his head resting on her chest as a sob escaped his mouth. Olli smoothed his hair, holding the weeping man close.

"There, there, it's good to let these things out, just let it all out dear," she soothing spoke, murmuring the final phrase over and over.

Eventually the loud cries turned to quiet hiccups, the man gripping onto her shoulder.

"There we are, better?" She asked, lifting his chin up with her finger, gazing softly at the tear stained cheeks of the man.

Felix nodded, ducking his head back onto her shoulder, hiding as he sniffled.

Olli ran a hand over his back, "Standing cannot be fun, how 'bout we sit on the couch, hows that sound, good?"

Felix just let her guide them both to the couch.

"Here we go, more comfortable for an old sack of bone like you."

Felix let out a strained chuckle as Olli situated him. He winced as Olli peeled him of her. Quickly he slapped his arm over his eyes, breaths shallow as he tilted his head backwards.

Olli's brow quirked from the reaction of the man. She glanced to her blouse, instantly spotting the black substance that stained a large area. Her lips parted into a soft "Oh". Olli glanced around, eyes locking on the throw blanket.

"Does it hurt?" She asked as she placed the blanket over her lap.

Felix nodded, pressing his arm further into his sockets.

"Bleed them out, forming back," he loosely explained.

She tilited her head, "Hearing that eyes need to grow back from anyone else would be, alarming," she paused, gently helping him lay his head on her lap, "But from you? It's just, you," she mused, running her fingers through his raven coloured locks while he covered his face.

The two sat in silence, save for the white noise of the voice on the television. Olivia hummed as Felix slowly started to stir, rubbing at his sockets. He blinked, adjusting to the light as he moved his hands.

Olli smiled, rubbing her thumb over his cheekbone.

His blackened sclera engulfed his pupils, small blotches of purples and blues swirled around the white speckles that dotted along the length of his iris. A tiny vortex.

Both of their heads turned when the buzzing tone of the dryer sounded.

Felix let out a sigh as he began to sit up; freezing when he felt himself being sat back down.

"I've got it. You just rest."

The man simply slumped back, too exhausted to protest. Felix turned, resting his chin on the cushion as he watched her saunter down the hall, vanishing into the laundry room. He picked at the frayed strings while he listened to the distant shuffling and humming. Chewing on his bottom lip

"And there we are, folded and ready for you to fix your bed later." she said as she walked into the common room, basket balanced on her hip as she saw the man.

Olli set the basket down as she moved back to the couch, a smile on her face aa she leaned in, coming face to face.

"Here," she said as she pushed his spectacles over the bridge of his nose.

She assumed he was looking at her when his crows feet crinkled as he smiled.

"Thank you," he murmured softly as he sat up, grasping to the coffee table for stability for a moment as he stood.

"Well then, market should be open by now, shall we get going?" He quickly added on, not wanting to leave an open space.

Olli folded her arms over her chest, she knew exactly what the man was doing. But, she couldn't nessicarly blame him for wanting to skim around this.

'Later,' she thought, 'We aren't finished this.'

"Absolutely," she finally said as she walked back to the hanger, "Maybe if we're lucky Maria will be selling that jam you like."

Felix hummed as he tugged his overcoat on, opening the door to Olli as she stepped out of the home.

She glanced to the side as the older man slipped into the passenger's seat. He looked out the window, the bags under his eyes more prominent in the natural light. She bit her tounge as she turned the key, starting the engine,rolling down the dirt path and starting down the road.

'When I get him back home,' she promised to herself.

[captainlillybear]

Hi I can you do 24. "It's six o'clock in the morning you're not having vodka" 42. "Stop being cute" With Baron Corbin please?

Baron had been home for 2 days and early next morning he was due to fly back out, that night you were lay in bed curled into Baron’s side, tracing his tattoo’s. It was something you knew relaxed him and it helped distract you both from the fact he’d be leaving in a few hours.“Come with me.” He muttered as he brought his hand up to gently run up and down your arm. Sitting up slightly you look over at his face to check if he was being serious.

“What?” chuckling in disbelief you sit up fully now causing Baron to do the same.

“Come with me on the tour.”

“Like now or in the future?”

“Yes now.” He grinned at you, taking your hand in his. “We both don’t want me to leave, I cant sleep without you next to me and we both know you hate your job.”

Sighing you looked down at your entertwined hands. “I can’t just up and leave work, yes I may hate it but that’s still no excuse. Besides we haven’t planned anything, I don’t have a ticket and what if WWE won’t let me stay with you?”

“Why wouldn’t they let you stay with me? If they didn’t I’d get us our own hotel. As for the ticket you let me worry about that. I know you’ve wanted to travel and see different places so why not? I need you with me babe, please.” Pulling your hands to his mouth he kissed each knuckle gently. “So what do you say?” He smiles hopefully at you.

“Stop being cute” You smile at him releasing his hands and swinging your legs off the side of the bed. “But my answer is yes. I’ll come with you.” Getting up off the bed you see Baron grinning at you, he quickly crawls over the bed to you and wraps you in his stong arms, pulling you back down onto the bed him covering your face and neck in kisses.

“Yes! I love you soo much honey.”

“I love you too.” You mumble wrapping an arm round his neck to pull him down for a loving kiss. He pulls away after a few seconds causing you to pout.

“You have to pack babe, we’ve got a flight to catch.”

******

Arriving at the airport you were more than a little nervous, you hated flying and tried to avoid it when you could. Of course you’d flown out to see Baron before but you’d had a drink or 2 then to calm your nerves, now it was around 5:30 in the morning and you couldn’t exactly drink then. Sitting with Baron you waited for you flight, your leg bouncing with nerves. Baron glanced across to you noticing your nervous habit, he gently places his hand on your knee rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. Leaning over he puts his chin on your shoulder and kisses your cheek.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s got you so nervous our are you just gonna keep bouncing your leg? Which we both know is gonna piss me off eventually.” He chuckles in your ear hoping to get the same reaction from you, when he doesn’t get a response from you he sits up more concerned. Gently cupping your face he forces you to look at him.

“Okay seriously, what’s going on?” placing a kiss to his palm you place your much smaller hand over his larger one.

“I just….I’m terrified of flying okay?” looking up into his deep brown eyes you start to relax a little.

“But you’ve flown to see me before?”

“Yeah but I’ve had like half a bottle of vodka before then.” You blushed and looked away ashamed. You had to admit it souded like you had some kind of problem, which in a way you did. You had a fear of flying and that was the only way you’d step on a plane to see Baron.

“So that’s why you always insist I fly out huh?” Baron mused out loud to himself but you nodded anyways not wanting to meet his gaze. “Well it’s six o'clock in the morning you’re not having vodka"Leaning down he places a soft, reassuring kiss your lips. “Well it’s a good thing I’ll be sat with you whole way and you can cling on to me for the entire flight.” You glance up at him seeing he’s giving you the goofiest smile you’d ever seen, nuzzling into his chest you  feel him pull you into his lap. “I promise I will not let anything happpen to you.” He mumbled into your hair placing a couple of kisses there. Your moment was inturupted by your flight being called, Baron stood up gently sliding you off his lap. Gripping his hand in yours you’re sure he was going to have little nail marks but he didn’t seem to complain, pullling you into his side he led you to the plane.

Finally you made it to your seat and you’d already chewed through one hand of nails and were about to start on the other hand when Baron grabbed it.

“Hey. You’re going to be fine.”

Gripping the seats you glared at Baron. “I’m going to die. I’m not going to be fine.” Suddenly the plane started to move and you gripped the seat even tighter squeezing your eyes shut. That’s when you feel Baron’s lips on yours, his tounge slowly finding yours. You were to lost in the feeling of the kiss to notice that the plane was now up and in the air and people were starting to walk around, giving you funny looks. Eventually Baron broke the kiss slightly breathles and you gave him a lopsided smile, gently scratching his beard.

“I told you you’d be fine.” Baron cockily grinned pulling away from you fully, making you whine slightly at the loss of contact.

“Shut up.” Pouting you looked out the window, you had to admit the view was beautiful and once you were in the air it wasn’t so bad.

“So. Guessing no more vodka on flights?”

“Hmmm I don’t know babe. You aren’t that good.” You wink at him deciding to get up and stretch your legs. He playfully slapped your ass as you walked by shaking his head. God was he gald you agreed to tour with him.

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