#but also kissing on the mouth

[groovebunker]

i'm thinking about jeri ryan so i'm thinking about amanda and maybe about amanda showing up in univille looking for pete for whatever reason (not the ring) and myka wanting to know her better, because why did this woman, who is clearly competent and incredible marry pete of all people? there's a bar in univille, not the one where claudia does open mic, a kind of divey one, but the beer's cheap and no one knows myka goes there and she can't help but shake the feeling that she wants to be alone with amanda and g-d knows she won't get that if the others can find her. and they talk and they talk and myka comes to understand who pete was and who he's become and amanda acknowledges that she and pete could never have worked because she would have held him back. and then they're not talking about pete at all, they're talking about being women in positions of power and how difficult it is and they're talking about how hard it is to date and amanda jokes that pete's right there but myka turns her nose up without really knowing why, she just needs amanda to know she's not interested, even though amanda's made her realise that pete's so much more than what she believed him to be. amanda gets it. and if she can't stop her eyes dropping to myka's mouth as she chews absent mindedly on a twizzler she pulls from her bag as they walk back to the car, that's her problem. until myka notices and then it's their problem until amanda pushes her against the side of her suv and kisses her until her head spins, until amanda can taste synthetic strawberry on her tongue.

it becomes everyone else's problem at breakfast when amanda tries to sneak out but leena's already set her a place at the table and pete's the only one surprised to find her sitting there, sipping black coffee and eating toast, myka trying her best to avert her eyes from the other side of the table. they get through an entire meal before he puts the pieces together, pointing from one to the other, amanda smirking at myka's pretty pink cheeks. artie's horrified. claudia's doing her best to choke back a laugh. myka thinks she might die. but all he does is shrug and lean over to steal the last waffle from myka's plate, tells her that she doesn't eat refined sugar anyway.

and all is good.

[infraredss]

never gonna argue with an butch lesbian. whatever u say handsome. wanna make out

[pokimoko]

I can't keep being fundamentally changed as a person by animated movies, it's just not sustainable.

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

Frodo: Sam hates Gollum, but that is what I shall become once I have lost myself to the ring... he’ll despise me... 

Sam if Frodo did turn into a Gollum: That’s a very nice fish you caught with your bare hands, Mr. Frodo, and its very smart of you to eat it raw, saves us the trouble of starting a fire. I knitted you a sweater in case you get cold running around in that loincloth of yours. Is the sun hurting your eyes? I’ll kill it if it’s bothering you. I’ll kill the sun

[shotmrmiller]

in which johnny gifts the love of his life a sex toy outta nowhere

when you mumble into the phone that you miss him, johnny, he pauses for a second, then tells you he's going to bring you a gift back home. "to keep ye company, hen." after, he locks himself in a bathroom stall and watches you play with yourself until you both come.

but you'd thought he'd bring you a pet. a live animal that needs a cage to be brought across the world, not a long, slim unmarked box.

it's a sex toy. and it's rather large, at that. your hand wraps around the base, fingertips still a good inch apart.

"and i'm supposed to be using that?" his arms wrap around your waist, his thick stubble grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, raising goose flesh.

"don't like it? only had ye in mind, hen." he presses a wet kiss on your fluttering pulse. you've never really talked about toys in your relationship. you don't need them, of course, and johnny more than makes up for the time lost between you two whenever he's home but this?

"i don't know," you mumble. "a bullet would've made more sense, i think. at most a rose." his hands run up your sides, to the swell of your breasts and give you a gentle squeeze. he doesn't believe the tripe of people valuing size over all else, does he? the thing is easily as thick as your forearm and it's corded with veins. and it's uncut. whoever is making these are going to extreme lengths to make it as realistic as possible.

he bucks his hips, prominent bulge in his jeans coming to rest in the small of your back. of course he'd get excited. menace.

"ye willnae have t'use it alone now tha' i'm here. 'sides, i think ye'd look perfect with my pretty kitty stretched thin around it." johnny grabs your hips firmly, creating small divots as his grip tightens. "maybe i'll watch ye fuck yerself on it, hm? lap at yer clit while ye do." liquid heat pools in your belly, pulsing hot between your legs.

he really wants you to use it, given by his ragged breathing and he rutting himself against you. fine. "okay. just, not right now, yeah? i want only you in me." his eyes burn fluorescent as he nods, his large hand cradling your head as he pulls you in for a kiss.

you missed this. the sweet sting of his cock sliding home in your aching cunt, the sharp pinch below your navel when his tip comes to sit snugly against the plug of your womb. you've missed this. missed him.

maybe he'll forget all about that monstrosity sitting in the box.

-

he doesn't. he's bringing it up hours later, his spend still dripping warm on your thighs. johnny cannot be serious.

"course i am, hen." his fingers sweep at the hair stuck to your sweat-slick forehead. "is it a crime to want to see ye split open on some- something else?"

you think nothing of his stutter. "alright," you groan. if that's what he wants. it'll be interesting to see just how much you can take. you'll never tell him that your pussy clenched around nothing at the thought, his cum trickling out faster, pooling on the sheets.

-

it's not warm. the tip of it presses against your swollen entrance, cold in contrast to your heated flesh. johnny watches you swallow a gasp, your trembling hands reaching for his as you slide down an inch, two, three. johnny's cum is wonderful lube, but the searing burn- the size of toy is overwhelming, your walls being wrenched apart as you glide down further. johnny presses a prickly kiss on your cheek, cooing in your ear all the while his clever fingers draw gentle circles on your clit. "focus on breathin', bonnie. yer tensin' up."

desire begins to bubble beneath your skin, pleasure causing your muscles to warm and slacken, and after a long couple of minutes, you find yourself at the base.

but then johnny grabs your hips from behind and pulls- oh. "that's it." if you'd thought the toy had originally been in your stomach, it's now in your throat. "pretty as a peach, hen. jus' wha' i wanted to see." a shiver dances up your spine, notches trembling as you get used to the unforgiving stretch of the toy. his breath warms the side of your neck. "on yer go."

you come around it no less than three times, leaving it milky and johnny cleans it up with his mouth before he cleans you up.

-

the girth of it is something you'll never get used to but it does get easier. when johnny goes back to work, he tells you that all he asks for are videos of you using it. for his collection, he greedily says.

you send him as many as you can, no matter the hours. just a quick nsfw text before getting his thumbs up and away it goes. it's incredibly fun. the relationship hadn't been dull by any means, but this just feels invigorating. you feel rejuvenated. that johnny is your biggest cheerleader while using it is such a bonus.

you oughta marry him. maybe you'll elope the next time he's home. but when the next time comes, johnny calls you instead of messaging you the usual be home soon text.

and it sends you reeling.

bonnie. the toy treat ye well while i was gone?

no better than you could me, but yeah. i'm still sore from using it in the last video i sent you.

that's great. if ye like the toy then ye'll love the real thing, i ken. we'll be there in 10.

[rendevok]

“Take my hand” pages 16-18

1 -> 3 - day 4 - swap

[vainvaiheart]

behind every sandy man is a woman rooting for his downfall

[stervrucht]

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel

[katabay]

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A KNIGHT...

the visual inspiration for this was a combination of Frederic William Burton's Meeting on the Turret Stairs and also Bernardo Cavallino's The vision of St. Dominic receiving the Rosary from the Virgin

this was supposed to be just a one off illustration to get the thoughts out of my system, but then I started thinking about medieval politics and warfare and plagues and a castle and home as both a place of refuge, a prison, and a tomb, so perhaps they will end up as ex voto characters as well.

you may say, hey! that rosary looks like it has too many beads! it's a fifteen decade rosary, probably. dominicans are really into marian devotions. it works out.

also. spiral style stair cases. oh boy. it was that unexpectedly more difficult than I originally thought it would be to draw. the more I think about it, the less I understand them, even though I had a million photos of the stairs in front of me while I was drawing it.

⭐ I have a tip jar (ko-fi)!

⭐ and other places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app

[hajihiko]

close call maybe?

[egophiliac]

still absolutely losing my mind over Lilia

[watchyourbuck]

do you ever sit down to ponder on the fact that evan buckley (big beefy masculine firefighter) kissed one tommy kinard (big beefy masculine pilot) full on the mouth with so much fucking intent that he nearly lifted him off the ground. on like. one of the biggest northamerican networks. like. that really happened on our silly little firefighter show. while flipping everyone fox off. and giving zero juicy fucks about who complained. like they made history like that,,,, on a random april thursday

[emry-stars-art]

Also it’s still St. Paddy’s where I am so the Irishman himself ☘️

[mikesbasementbeets]

Sometimes I think it's just scary to open up like that. To say how you really feel. Especially to people you care about the most. Because what if... what if they don't like the truth? // Sometimes people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But, you capture the right moment… it says more. // I didn't say it. // You didn't have to.

[remake of my very first gifset one year later]