#big wax

[emmcfrxst]

jason todd swears like a sailor whenever you ride him. the visual of your body on top of his, the feeling of your hands on his chest and your cunt fluttering around him, the sweet sounds of your moans and mewls— everything about getting ridden makes jason’s dick hard and turns his brain to mush

[mroddmod]

she’ll be alright because she had you.

[jinxedblog]

I'll go to sleep 😞😞😞 i have to wake up early... it will be a long day!

Goodnight ❤️

[sakuralovespossums]

I realize I have a type

Edit: New Husbands Added!!

[im-his-druidess]

@small-sinclair more Band AU Vincent Sinclair? 👀

I swear any picture of Peter Steele reminds me of Vincent Sinclair 😩 it's just engrained in my mind at this point

[crumb]

🎉 Happy Birthday Damon Herriman — b. March 31st 1970 THE BIG STEAL | 1990 HOUSE OF WAX | 2005 JUSTIFIED | 2010 100 BLOODY ACRES | 2012 QUARRY | 2016 THE NIGHTINGALE | 2018 MR INBETWEEN | 2018 JUDY & PUNCH | 2019 MINDHUNTER | 2019 THE BIKERIDERS | 2023

[summerwages]

night life..

[mangosaurus]

considering i haven't touched this account in *checks calendar* just one day short of 3 months i don't really feel like i'm deserving of any of the fandom awards i've been nominated for. with that being said i AM the biggest darius stan and on GOD none of you will ever forget it

[trans-fairy-goddess]

CW// abuse, stalking, CNC

Craving the sensation of a cute dommy mommy pouring candle wax all over my chest and calling me a good girl 😖💜 spank me, slap me, choke me, hurt me good and kiss me better. As long as you call me a good girl I’d do anything for you. Follow me home after work and take me away. I’m your good girl. Break into my home and take what’s yours, mommy. I won’t resist, I swear… I’m your fucktoy~

Send r&pe threats and unsolicited girldick pics trans women <3 I’ve been a bad girl

[javierduffy]

“uh … it’s a bit girly … no?” javier examines himself in the reflection of his knife’s blade, looking this-a way and that, the dark blue of a large silken bow now peeking sheepishly around his neck as it sits gently in his hair. next to him, kieran clams up a smidge, hands still held close to his chest nearby his completed ribbon project on javier’s head. he finds it in himself to wring his hands a time or two rather than immediately undo his work as javier seems to continue to formulate his final opinion. “you … think so? look at me?” kieran asks, politely as a mouse. javier easily complies, turns at his hips and looks behind, up at kieran where he sits on the stump above him.

kieran, as he peers over, can’t help the meadow of flush that blooms over his neck, then his ears, then his nose and his cheeks. he can tell javier is deep in thought by the look on his face, mouth twisted just a might sideways, cocking his mustache awry, and the deep wrinkle sat between his brows. the ribbon he used matches javier’s vest perfectly, and the shine of the silk warms bright in the sun, just like every piece of jewelry and metal javier has adorned himself with. with this ribbon, javier’s hair sits lower on his head, ponytail draped down his nape and more hair framing his face in his bangs. kieran resists an urge to tuck one side back behind his ear.

kieran thinks that he looks like a painting, a muse, a love letter so heartbreakingly full of adoration that the only language it could be written in is bright swipes of pigment on a canvas. as he makes eye contact with the silk squinting around the red of a necktie, he thinks that javier may be right, if ‘girly’ could sum up ’poetry written in effeminate reverence’.

kieran always did think women made better art, wrote better books- found a better way to love. softer. warmer. prettier. like javier.

the world sounds like it’s underwater.

“i think … it’s very pretty. it suits you real well.”

earnest to a fault, the look in kieran’s eye dances gingerly with javier’s internal voice. it dips and sways him, and javier, despite his instinct, finds himself charmed by its rhythm.

“-b-but! i could take it out! if you don’t-“ javier looks down at himself in his knife again, the sunlight filtered through the leaves glinting a yellow green around his dark features, and kieran hands him patience on a silver platter. a rich blue makes friends with bright green quite easy, javier thinks. this is how he must look through kieran’s mossy lens.

“pretty … yes. you know, i think you may be right. i’ll keep it. gracias.”

[im-his-druidess]

@small-sinclair Vincent Sinclair BandAU vibes 😩👌

[cutiepieautistic]

Oc stimboard

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*This was a request!

[kucka-g]

what the hell Max, if you want some choccy milk all you have to do is ask😔

[stat1cstarz]

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

Vincent Sinclair x Fem!Reader ❁ཻུ۪۪♡

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Warnings:Smut,P in V,oral,Vincent keeps his mask on, because I have a mask kink,Reader is shorter than Vincent, but no height or body type is mentioned, reader has female genitalia

❁ཻུ۪۪♡ Des:You take one of Vincent’s sweater, and try to refurbish it, but it doesn’t go as you expected…

Both you and Vincent loved his sweaters, they all looked the exact same, but some were newer than others. But they were the only shirts he wore, and you loved using them as well, either to sleep in, or to use as a heater, since they were always warm. His heat would regularly etch into the fabric of the clothes, no matter how many times you washed them. But due to your love for Vincent’s sweaters, you used your knitting skills, and made something out of it.

You did all the planning behind your lovers back, not knowing what he’d do if he found out that you damaged his favorite garment. You grabbed one of his pencils, etching an idea onto some paper, his sweater wasn’t to big on you, it was slightly baggy and reached your upper thigh. Perfect to turn into a two piece, a mini skirt and matching sweater, maybe you could put fishnet into some of the rips.

It was about a week later until you got to the knitting process, a few specks of blood decorated your skin, from pricking yourself with the sharp tip of the needle. And a few loose strings vined off the sweater, as well as a few shreds in the already old and delicate fabric. But it was finally finished, you checked the elastic first, before you thought about trying it on.

Once the garment seemed wearable, you went to try it on, you didn’t wanna change in the basement, just in case Vincent came back, and you knew he’d B line for the basement. He was on his weakly run with Bo, collecting body’s and cars of the people that ran upon the town and made the dumb choice to stay. Luckily for you, it took a while to get it done, it made it easier with two trucks, but their was still a lot to do.

You picked up the two piece, checking if the coast was clear, knowing that it was, you continued up the stairs. You pushed open the door, and locked it. You didn’t want Bo or Lester seeing you half naked, and you didn’t wanna deal with the wrath of your dangerous lover. You slipped off your t shirt and shorts, you didn’t have a bra on underneath, and you didn’t bring one either. But you were sure that the sweater would hide the goods from any peeping eyes, you slipped on the top first, it fit perfectly.

It was slightly loose around your chest, so it wasn’t suffocating you, but it wasn’t loose enough to make you appear frumpy. You were very proud of your work, next came the skirt, it was sexy yet adorable at the same time. It was high waisted and ended near your upper thigh, and the light color made your skin pop, and the tightness showed off the swell of thighs and ass. You almost wanted to show it to Vincent, maybe if he saw the end result, he wouldn’t care about the death of his clothing.

And by the time you made up your mind, you heard the door slam, one of them was home. You hoped it was both of them or just Vincent preferably. You unlocked the door to the bathroom, and quietly walked downstairs, you saw Vincent make his way to the basement, just as you thought. He didn’t seem to notice you, but that made the surprise much better. You made your way down to his workshop, stopping at the peak of the stairs.

You looked down at him, he had his coat off, only in his sweater,apron,overalls,boots,and satchel. He was currently fixing up the bloody wounds on a recent trespasser. You snuck down to him, walking up behind your lover, and tapping his shoulder. He slightly jumped, until he turned around, and noticed you. He almost didn’t notice that his sweater had been cut, he just thought it you were wearing the full peace.

You backed up slightly wanting to give him a full view, causing his face to flush, not in anger, but in adoration. You giggled at him, you’d been with this man for a while yet you can still get him nervous from the simplest things. It was quite amusing to you, being able to fluster a mammoth that kills people fora living, it was almost empowering to you.

“Hey baby, you’re not mad are you” you said softly, getting a bit closer and twirling his dark strands in between your fingers. He got undeniably hard. “I understand if you’re upset, and I can get rid of it if you want.” If he could speak,he would tell you that was the last thing he wanted. But due to his hatred of speaking, he could only use sign language for the time being.

‘No, keep it’ he signed fluidly.

He stuck his strong yet lanky arms out to you, sinking them around your lower half and tapping your right ass cheek. You jumped up, locking your legs around his hips, and wrapping your arms round his neck. He instinctively brought you over to his work bench that sat in the corner of his basement.

“I guess you like it?” You asked him, innocently.

He didn’t give a direct answer, but what you got was definitely better, he slipped his tongue in between your plump lips, groaning into your mouth. He slipped both hands under your top, getting ready to unclip your bra, until he felt two of your pebbled nipples grace his waxy fingers. He felt his tip leak pre cum just from it, he than lifted up your shirt, twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

He lifted up his waxy veil, revealing his scared mouth, and wrapping it around your sensitive buds. He sucked on them viciously, as his hands snaked down south and massaged your upper thigh. He gently nibbled at your puffy nipples until they were red and sore. And he didn’t stop until your breast were covered in his saliva, and once your swoll breast were soaked, he pulled up his computer chair. He sat directly in front of you, grabbing your waist and pulling you near him.

“Vincent” you said, as a fresh coat of arousal sheeted your pussy.

He slipped up your mini skirt, noticing the wet patch, he snuck his head closer to the patch, inhaling your musky scent. His favorite scent of yours, it almost rivaled with the perfume you wore everyday. ‘Fucking love you so much, how did I get so lucky’ he signed at you, as he slipped off your panties, letting it fall down the length of your legs.

His lips immediately connected to your lips, causing you to moan out loudly for him, as his blue eye stared up at your lewd face. Your name came out of your lips in a breathy and needy tempo, he then grabbed both of your hands, allowing you to place them in his mane. You tugged at the tangled strands, feeling some wax bump your fingers. “Fuck- Vince” .

He could tell how close you were, by how your hole was clenching around nothing, and how you were clutching his head in between your thighs. He added two of his fingers into the mix, roughly playing with your sensitive little nub, rubbing the nerves around in his fingers. Your salty release coated his chin and stubble, he quickly pulled away from you, licking off whatever he could reach, using his finger to scoop up the rest and lick it off his digits. ‘So sweet’ he said, almost groaning at the taste that he had grown to love.

He than picked you up, repositioning you across the desk, bending you over it. He got on his knees behind you, he was almost edging himself at this point. He admired your perfect shaped ass, kneeding the plump flesh. He gave some delicate kisses and nibbles onto the swelled flesh, watching it turn a shade of red from his adoration. Your release and his slobber coated it, making him feel a certain way about it, making him way harder, if that was possible.

He worked at his clothing, ridding himself of his apron and his overalls, dropping it to his knees. His cock was desperately trying to free itself from the confines of his boxers. He slipped himself out from the hole pocket in the front. He was to lazy to drop them as well, so the slit would have to work. “Vincent, need it please” you said, backing yourself up against him and trying to get him inside you.

He only kissed your head, before rutting against your hole, than sinking himself inside you. He watched your tightness swallow his girth as you moaned loudly. He wrapped his arms around your waist, before aiming right for your neck. He slowly humped you, his balls snug against your ass, as he attacked your neck. He quickened his pace, somehow driving himself deeper into your warmth. Your walls massaged his girth as his name left your mouth.

You heard the door slam shut once more, so he quickly put one of his hands over your mouth, as his teeth nibbled at the delicate cartilage of your ear, allowing you to hear all his groans and growls. He felt his orgasm bubble up inside him, but he wanted you to release before he did. He aimed right for your abused clit, vigorously rubbing it and rolling it in between the tips of his fingers.

You quickly released, letting your cum dribble down his fingers and your inner thigh, after a few more pumps he released deep inside you. He pulled out directly after, dropping his knees once more, holding you by the hips to make sure you didn’t move. He watched as your releases dripped down between your thighs, and smirked to himself. He only dressed himself, but left you in just the garment you made, not wanting you to ruin your panties.

He picked you up bridal style, laying you on the cot and than placing your head on his chest, allowing you to cuddle up to him as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear.

[thepersonperson]

Also Your Sukuna 5-parter yapfest has lived in my head rent free. I’ve been like brainstorming drawing ideas and they keep coming in like crazy. Especially sukugo💀💀

That makes me incredibly happy. Please come off anon. I can make your ideas worse.

Sukugo is very appealing to me because of miscommunication and splatstick potential. Regeneration powers plus two guys who are mutually eager to push it to extreme limits through violence without properly talking to each other is so much fun.

[cactibytes]

I made a Tpot self insert!! Their name is Love Letter (he/they) and he has a bit of a crush on Two 💌🤭