#b gentle with me

[sturnioloho]

tell me why the fuck i wrote song lyrics the other day lmao. they came 2 me in the shower. perhaps i could expand on them in a hc or something if ur into it. these aren’t based on anyone irl btw i’m just talkin my shit n being a promiscuous bitch lmao. also chris if u wanna recreate these lyrics with me hit my line

everybody likes you two but baby i can see right thru

she only sees you as a friend but baby i want you till the end

i know that it’s wrong to do but doesn’t it feel good for you

and i just wanna fuck on you while she’s in the other room

[batbabydamian]

Jorge Jimenez C2E2 2024 Commission!

[markscherz]

In which my not-yet-two-year-old son catches a gecko for the first time, and I barely keep it together.

[last-starry-sky]

kinktober day 23 - stockings

könig x f!reader

[MDNI - NSFW - MIND THE WARNINGS: 1k, established relationship, stocking kink (obv), oral.]

tag list (lmk if you'd like to be added!): @slut-lmao, @mishaglass

“What are . . .” your boyfriend asked, mind blanking mid-sentence to gawk at you. You had to wave your hand at him to snap his attention back to where it needed to be. “What are those, liebling?”

You stood there awkwardly, half in the kitchen, not sure what he meant. You looked down at yourself, still in your pj’s from last night. Nothing new or different. 

“What do you mean?” you asked after an uncomfortably long silence.

“Those,” he said motioning to your legs with his spatula. You could smell whatever he was whipping up for breakfast cooking closer and closer to burnt in the kitchen. “Why . . . what . . .” he asked, growing more and more flustered. 

“Oh,” you said, holding your leg out, thick black lace covering it from toe to thigh. “These? My socks? What’s wrong-”

“No no no no,” he said, hands out, drizzling back and forth between German and English. You could really tell he was getting frazzled now. That, and he had definitely burnt breakfast and still hadn’t noticed. “Those are not socks. Those are . . . big? Tall? Taller than socks. How is it- . . .”

“Ohhhhh,” you said, nodding, finally understanding what word he was searching for. “They’re called stockings,” you said showing off your other foot with a wiggle of your toes. “I packed them because I figured it would be cold here. Got to have layers!”

He continued to stand there confused, eyes raking over your legs until the smoke alarm beeped. That broke the spell. Your boyfriend jumped to attention, dashing into the kitchen, German swears rattling out behind him ad he waved away smoke and tried rescue the charred remains of his breakfast. 

You padded away with a smirk, soft feet barely making a sound against the hardwood, and decided to have cereal for breakfast. 

König kept his large hand wrapped around your knee, fingers flexing into the warmth of your inner thighs, that night while you cuddled on the couch. There was no TV or internet in the alpine cabin he had rented for the month, so, barring your boyfriend suddenly blooming out of his shell and become an active conversationalist, there was very little the two of you could do once the snow piled up and the sun set. 

He had built a fire early in the morning and kept it fed all day, knowing that it was the only heat for the small cabin. When your boyfriend had told you it was a “charming” and “rustic” cabin getaway in the Alps, you hadn’t fully understood what you were getting into. While König had enough size to spend his time indoors in just a t shirt, you had to seriously bundle up. Besides your long stockings you had on: a pair of large wool socks, thermal sweats (these you had wormed out of once König had added his body heat between your legs) over your pj shorts, a long sleeve base layer, a t shirt, and a thick, cabled, sweater you had bought in the cute little town nestled along the mountain road before making the trip up. Anytime you sat down, such as right now, you also had a blanket (or three) wrapped around you. 

König ran his hand up and down your thigh, fingers running along the nubby knit of the stitches, squishing fat and muscle under his grip. You loved it. He was so warm. Pure body heat did so much more to raise your temperature than all your clothes and blankets combined. You cozied up as close as you could to his massive form, stealing as much of the warmth pouring off of him as you could, and almost fell asleep. 

Then, the blankets were suddenly shucked off of you, the cold ambient air shocked you awake. You boyfriend’s large hand pushed you flat to the couch cushions, splaying your legs to make room for himself. 

“Wha-” you mumbled, bleary eyes unable to see the feral hunger, lit orange by the firelight, in your boyfriends eyes as he loomed over you.

His hands ran up your legs until they were stopped by your shorts. You moaned, more from the return of that blissful heat than anything else. 

“Oh,” he groaned, fingers sinking into the meat of your inner thighs. You bit back another moan. Your silent man rarely said anything during sex and you did not want to miss it. “So pretty like this,”

He roughly pulled your shorts down, leaving you cold and bizarrely over-clothed on your torso and feet with your bare pussy exposed. He groaned again, large thumb pushing at your seam until you opened for him, sparkling slick spilling out over your thighs. He pulled your body toward him, popping your leg squished against the back of the sofa up to drape over his shoulder. He pressed kisses down your black stockings, biting your skin with a muffled groan that rumbles in his chest, his head snug to your core. 

You laced your fingers in his hair, wavering between getting his attention enough to move to the bed or push him down to finish what he’d started. 

“Babe- Ah!” you whispered, even though you’re absolutely alone in the small cabin. Hell, you two are possibly the only two people this side of the mountain. He forced your words to transform into a breathy moan as his nose slid through your pussy, high-points of his face painting with your slick as he drug through it. You shivered as his open tongue finally lapped at your hole, sucking large, lazy, strokes around your folds, ignoring your clit almost entirely. 

“König,” you moaned, bucking your hips the tiniest little bit you could in his grip to try to lead him to where you needed him most. 

Your boyfriend just chuckled, hands lovingly circling the ribbed, elastic bands at the tops of your stockings as he pulled up onto his elbows. You groaned in frustration when he sat up on his knees, leaving you chilled and needy. He wiped your slick from his face with the back of his hand, the other adjusting himself in his sweats. He patted your hip to signal you to get up. He gathered you up in his arms, blankets and all, once you did.

“Undress, but leave those on,” he instructed, stroking at your legs as he carried you toward the bedroom. “You’ll buy some more once we get home, yes?”

[so-very-small]

you are a brick tied to me that's dragging me down; strike a match and I'll burn you to the ground

i loooove a lab rat + evil scientist combo :3

[vaguely-concerned]

walking through lucanis' mind prison. the tam lin of it all

[sysig]

Scriabin and Edgar eating crepes for requestober !!

Day 8 - Delicious silence

[mewkwota]

Since I was on the topic of Legends, I have more scattered doodles of Trigger that have burned an incomprehensible hole into my brain.

(Trigger's design is by Sato)

[amethyst-halo]

b&b au later in the timeline like branch is mid-teens maybe and has his colors back and bruce has opened his restaurant they’re working one day and this gray troll wanders in looking suuuuper lost and is kinda chatting with locals until branch sees him and is like “wait. hold on.” and approaches and then they like See each other and it’s floyd and he literally Lights Up seeing branch like colors back and all bc he’s so happy to see him alive

turns out he ended up there for a gig and is in fact super lost but branch is p happy to see him and bruce is super happy to see him!! branch is a little like.. mad abt him leaving but floyd explains he did go back but the tree was dead by then and he thought branch was gone hence the gray colors. after that he comes by when he has free time bc he’s ecstatic to see his brothers again and branch and bruce are super happy to have him around again!!

bc i need to use him they get to meet kelsey, floyd’s shitty bf/ex who bruce and branch are very unimpressed by and definitely give him the “stay away from my brother” eyes which is completely warranted lol

aaaand when the time comes bruce and branch are the ones to get velvet’s forged letter :]

[mblue-art]

ough,,,, you givb me lust brainrot,,,,,,, hes jbust a littol guyTM,,,,

-juni

HECK yeah 🫶🫶🫶 good thoughts, i hope ! he deserves to be appreciated 💜

mme whne,when lust sans does anything that's so very him

(emoji src)

[sturnioloho]

vlogging as chris sturniolos girlfriend headcanonz 🥰

- waking up and immediately directing the attention of the camera onto chris’s bed head n being met with a sleepy smile

- chris in the back of your vlogs blurting out the lyrics of his favourite trap songs

- chris trying to make u laugh behind the camera while u start the vlog

- chris hyping u up during an ootd, making u spin n showering u in compliments, being grabby as usual

- chris making jokes as u do your makeup to try n mess u up

- vlogging ur breakfast n turning the camera towards yourself to reveal a half awake chris wrapped around u

- chris kissing u n having to turn the camera off when things get too hot n heavy

- chris putting his hat on u as u make an outro, him giggling as you both say bye

[curiosity-killed]

objectively one of the best moments in this show

[gfmima]

gonna be rewriting majority of my fics out of current unemployment and boredom

[vaguely-concerned]

first of all rye 'hello fellow kids' ingellvar there is nothing in this world or any other I wouldn't do for you. second of all, considering where this story ends... I'm going to die. this conversation -- and how much he genuinely believes what he's saying at this point -- held up against the fact that in a couple of months max he's going to get her killed (well. that's how he feels anyway) and then go against everything she believed in and stood for as a person in the end and have to live forever with knowing that's how he honoured her sacrifice. (and live with how easy it is to live with, the way he doesn't regret what he did at all. she'll haunt him from time to time, that's fine, he's a watcher he's loved many a ghost before and will again. but that won't.) 'no one is beyond help? oh lace I'm so so sorry, wherever you are now please forgive me for who I am, but after what he pulled and by the time I'm done with him on my watcher's oath he will be beyond help. I'll hold every hand in this world that reaches back but his'. and she'll still be gone.

'or none of this matters'. im so fucking sad I feel sick *through tears* this is great I love fiction I love this game (embarrassingly genuine as is my wont)

[lizzieshaw]

[gayymomgod]

been realizing a lot of personal artworks regarding myself include a whole lot of self hatred for things i inherently cannot control …… oh esmé … i’m so sorry for doing that to u …… u did not come this far 2 be hated on like that u were doing your best !!!!!! u r the reason i’m here