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heatherfield · 1 year ago
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@giftober 2023 | Day 10: new
What about new? I want new.
The New Adventures of Peter and Wendy, 1.12 “Fear and Loathing in Neverland” [x]
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rosenkranz-does-things · 5 months ago
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Dulcie sketch for @thelockedtombcfp 🧡
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sarcasticscribbles · 1 year ago
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Gerry Keay with top surgery scars 👉👈
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Mornin' smoke
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smilefullofcaligari · 18 days ago
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Hazbin Autumn Week Day 2: Classic Halloween Costume
As any mature and powerful individuals would, the Vees were competing at scaring as much of the V tower workers on Halloween as possible
Ooh, was this a tough race.
Bonus:
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saphstories · 23 days ago
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Writing prompt idea #2: Shadora date that's super silly but Rory's having the best time so Shadow is too (I've been playing too much Love and Deepspace and the claw machine dates are so cute they make me SICK)
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Shut Up and Drive
“Where are we going?”
“I already told you, Light. It’s a surprise.”
“You hate surprises.”
“Not when they’re for you.”
“Hypocrite.”
“You love me.”
Aurora snorted. “I’d love you more if I weren’t blindfolded right now.”
“How else would I make sure you wouldn’t peek?” 
“You don’t trust me?”
“Normally? With my life. Right now? Not as far as I can throw you.”
“Spoilsport.” She pouted. “Wait…what’s that noise?”
“Just another minute.” There was laughter in Shadow’s tone, and Aurora grinned despite herself, allowing him to position her just as he wanted. Her ears twitched and wiggled, trying to place the odd roaring sounds, when warm lips suddenly pressed against hers, a hand on her cheek. Her tail wagged; she leaned into the kiss eagerly.
“Wa-Was that my surprise?” Aurora breathlessly asked.
“No. That was a bonus.” She could hear the smirk in Shadow’s tone and rolled her eyes behind the blindfold, hands on her hips.
“You know, for the Ultimate Lifeform, you’re awfully slow with your reveals.” She drawled.
 “So impatient.” Shadow tsked.
Aurora’s retort was cut off by blinding light chasing away the darkness, and she blinked repeatedly, then gasped, stars in her emerald eyes at the karts roaring by, bordered to the asphalt track by tires and multicolored flags. “Go-karts?” She squealed, bouncing on her heels, and didn’t give Shadow a chance to answer, instead yanked him by the wrist to the ticket window.
“You are going down, Spaceman.” Aurora crowed, revving the engine of her bright green kart and shooting a smug smirk towards Shadow.
Shadow flipped down his shades and pressed his foot to the gas pedal. It was no Dark Rider, of course, but it would do splendidly for his purposes.
Red.
Yellow.
Green.
Go!  
“GET BACK HERE, SPACEMAN!”
"SHUT UP AND DRIVE, LIGHT!"
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
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tlmtwelve · 6 months ago
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Tech and Phee will take no prisoners in the water gun fight 🔫
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inthewychelm · 24 days ago
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@steddie-spooktober day 31 - trick-or-treat
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
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wavy-arms · 11 months ago
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a-ramblinrose · 5 months ago
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JOMP BPC || June 13 || Representation Matters: Nick "I'm bi, actually." Nelson from Heartstopper by Alice Oseman
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blackjackkent · 3 months ago
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Prompt fill for @thedarkstrategist from this meme: Shadowzel, “You know better than most the pain a lie can inflict.” 
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Shadowheart lies on her back in her tent, staring up at the dark fabric backlit by the moon hanging low over Rivington, and broods.
You’re being stupid, she tells herself firmly. Lae’zel has her own concerns. She doesn’t owe you her company every night.
Which is, of course, perfectly true. But it doesn’t change the fact that Shadowheart got used to it, out there in the Shadowlands. It became habit, every night, to see Lae’zel crawling through her tent flap, to expend the day’s frustration and tension in a blaze of heat. To fall asleep with Lae’zel’s warmth cuddled against her side, the “soft touch” that it had taken the gith so much courage to ask for and Shadowheart just as much courage to offer.
And ever since the Shadowfell, since Shar’s torment and Aylin’s revelations, Shadowheart has been so terribly, terribly cold. Lae’zel’s warmth saved her on the road to Baldur’s Gate, more than Shadowheart has ever articulated aloud.
And now it’s gone. It’s been three days since Lae’zel came to her, and Shadowheart feels the loss as keenly as if her heart has been torn out.
What is wrong with you? she chastises herself. You’re stronger than this.
But she isn’t, it seems. Not anymore. Not with the loss of her faith, the torment she has suffered. Not with how terribly lonely the world is, with her sense of purpose ripped away. Not without Lae’zel.
She grunts irritably and sits up, crawling out into the open air.
Lae’zel is sitting by her own tent, cross-legged. She has a dagger out in one hand and is turning it carefully in the moonlight, examining the keenness of its edge. Her catlike eyes are narrowed with intense focus and she does not look up as Shadowheart approaches, but she does speak all the same. “What is it, Shadowheart?”
Shadowheart resists the urge to fidget her weight from foot to foot. Lae’zel’s voice sounds oddly flat, without any of her usual energy and heat. That has been the case for several days as well, and really it’s even more troubling than Shadowheart’s own selfish desires. 
“I was going to ask you the same question,” she says carefully. Pressing Lae’zel when she’s in a snit is often akin to poking an injured bear with a stick - but she isn’t sure that’s even what’s really going on here. This isn’t anger; it’s just an air of general disinterest, which is far more unnerving from the gith’s usual fiery personality. “Another night you haven’t come to bed. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong.” Lae’zel draws the edge of the blade experimentally along her fingertips and nods in satisfaction to feel its sharpness. A pause, then she looks up and studies Shadowheart’s face intently. “Why should it be?”
The direct question feels extremely unfair. Neither of them have ever been good at articulating their feelings out loud, and Lae’zel knows this about Shadowheart. It is one of the things that binds them together, those feelings that exist without words. “Since when am I the one who has to explain these things?” Shadowheart says moodily, automatically slipping into the usual bickering banter that characterizes most of their conversation.
But again, Lae’zel doesn’t rise to it, just watches her unblinking. “Tell me,” she says coolly.
Shadowheart frowns. “Well,” she says unsteadily, thrown off by the irregular rhythm of the conversation. “You’ve been quiet lately. I’ve barely seen you for three days, even at night. You don’t want to talk.” A pause. “Is it because of Vlaakith’s little invasion into our camp?”
Lae’zel cocks her head to one side. “Vlaakith,” she says thoughtfully, more to herself than to Shadowheart. “Yes. Of course.”
Shadowheart stiffens. “Of course?” she says hotly. “How can it be of course when you won’t talk to me?” Her lips purse, and then she voices the fear sitting at the back of all these thoughts. “Did I do something, Lae’zel? What is this about? Don’t just… pretend like everything is normal, not to me.” A pause. She swallows, looks down and away. “You of all people know the pain a lie can inflict,” she mutters. “Don’t toy with me, Lae’zel. If something’s wrong… I need you to tell me.”
Silence. She looks up cautiously and finds that Lae’zel has stopped looking at her. Her attention is back on the blade she’s examining, utterly unmoved by this heartfelt plea. And something in Shadowheart’s chest seems to twist painfully at this lack of response.
“Damn you,” she mutters. “I don’t ask for much. But I thought we-- I thought you--” She stops; her voice is dangerously on the edge of cracking. She was so much stronger than this, once, but in the wake of all her recent torment, it is too much.
“Look at me, damn it!” she snaps. 
She lashes out with one hand, grabbing for the dagger that has occupied all of Lae’zel’s attention. It’s an awkward motion without forethought, and she fumbles it. In twisting the blade away, she scores its needle-sharp edge along the back of Lae’zel’s hand.
The cut is crisp and clean, and silver-white blood wells up to pool on Lae’zel’s skin.
Shadowheart freezes, her fingers going white-knuckled on the hilt of the dagger. She has seen Lae’zel’s blood before, all too many times. She has seen it painted on enemy blades and across her own hands in healing afterwards. It is not silver, but a deep ruby red that is almost black.
Shadowheart’s blood runs cold. Oh. Oh… shit. 
She darts backwards a step, lifting the blade point-first towards the thing she thought was Lae’zel. “You bitch,” she snaps. “What have you done with her?”
Orin smiles slowly with Lae’zel’s face. “A quick eye the Sharran has,” she murmurs. “Perhaps I should pluck it out… trail the blood down your pretty face…” Her head twists, Lae’zel’s form dripping off of her to reveal the pale face and blank white eyes underneath. Only the smile remains the same, unchanging as her form shifts. 
“What fun it is to watch you wriggle, wondering, worrying… but no, fear not, little worm, for your precious pet’s guts do not paint the ground… yet.” The changeling giggles excitedly. “She would die too easily; the Murder Lord craves a sweeter meal.” 
Her smile twists, almost impossibly wide on her face and full of gleeful malice. “If you would have her still gasp out her mewling breaths, then other blood must be spilled to buy her. We have much to talk about, you and I.”
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emyn-arnens · 2 months ago
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Light wells between Yavanna’s hands, blinding in the darkness, and spills between her fingers onto the ruins of Laurelin and Telperion, pouring forth in bright cataracts upon the torn roots, the mangled branches. She joins her voice with light, singing the trees to life. And the trees begin to heal, digging their roots into the earth, growing shining bark upon their trunks, and putting forth new leaves.
Still she sings. Her voice rises in chanting song, as wild and stirring as the thunder of the heavens, and the roots of her song burrow deep into the earth and spread their branches over the lightening lands. And the land hearkens to her voice.
As she sings, forests burst forth full-grown from the ground, stippling all of Arda in shadow. The trees stretch their branches to the heavens, fencing out the stars, and all that lies beneath them quavers under the shadow of their eaves. The Shepherds of the Trees walk in wrath against the broods and hordes of Melkor and all that would lay harm to the works of Kement��ri.
And as the works of her hands spill unconquered over all lands beneath the heavens, Yavanna lifts her gaze and smiles.
↳ tolkientober day 1: light | AO3
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softcitrus2345 · 1 year ago
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Hi, I absolutely love your art!! I wanted to ask about the latest kinktober prompt? When Damien woke up in Matt's body, Matt had what I think are claw marks? If they are, what happened to him? Again, I love your art and I hope you have a nice day!!
Congratulations, anon! You have unlocked: LEMON'S OC LORE
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The difference in tone between their canon stories and what I share of them here is so funny to me XDD Sorry if I threw yall off with the sudden angst posting, it won't happen too often here-
Thank you so much for the ask anon! I really appreciate your sweet comments and curiosity about my silly little fictional guys ;;w;;
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breannasfluff · 1 year ago
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fairy!! (Hyrule)
congrats on 500!!!!!!
“Wars? Can’t you teach me to sew?”
Hyrule glances up to watch Wild sit next to the captain, fabric in hand. 
Warriors looks surprised as well, but puts aside the book he was reading. “Sure. What are you making?”
“Just need to learn some basic stitches.” The champion neatly avoids the question.
With a shrug, Warriors grabs the thread and string. “Ok, first you’re going to need to make a knot and…”
Hyrule rapidly loses interest in the description. He knows how to sew enough to mend rips, but not make new outfits. It’s too bad, because his fairy form is stuck with the same outfit time after time. While he can buy a new tunic, where is he going to get clothes sized for a fairy?
Still, it’s a silly need and Hyrule pushes it away. They’ve got bigger things to worry about.
Hyrule and Wild are wandering through the woods, enjoying both the peace and the time to explore. The champion keeps shooting him darting look; something clearly on his mind.
The traveler gives him a smile and lets him be. He’ll get to it when he’s ready.
“Hey, Roolie…” Well, he didn’t need to wait long at all. Wild stares at his slate screen, then finally taps it for something to materialize. “Here.”
“What?” He’s not expecting something small shoved into his hands.
Wild’s clearly embarrassed. “Sorry it’s not better quality.”
“Hey, let me actually look at the thing first.” Hyrule holds up the item, but can’t hold back a frown as he tries to figure it out. It’s a small tube with a little elastic on one side. 
“Wow,” he says, because what in Hyrule is it?
“Oh, here’s the other part.” Wild passes over another piece of fabric.
Rather than help, this only adds to the confusion. It’s an even smaller tube, stretchy, with two long strips attached to one end. 
Hyrule juggles the pieces before finally turning to Wild with a sheepish look. “Ok, I give up, can you explain it?”
If Wild was embarrassed before, he’s rapidly turning red as a tomato. “It’s…clothes.”
Clothes. Tiny…clothes? Why would Hyrule need–
“You know, for your fairy form. Thought you might like something new.”
Oh! Hyrule stares at the items in his hand again, mentally adjusting the size. He’s so used to his fae side being a secret that it never crossed his mind. 
“You…you made me clothes? New clothes?”
Wild plucks the items back and holds them up for explanation. “This is a skirt. I know it’s simple but…I’m not great at sewing. And this is a top. See, the strips are so you can wrap it in different styles around your arms or neck. I saw it in Gerudo Town once and it seemed pretty cool.”
The rest of the explanation slowly fades away as Hyrule stares at the clothes. Wild…learned to sew…for him? The stitching isn’t perfect and the shapes are simple, but it doesn’t matter. Wild made something just for him, for a secret that no one else knows.
“Wild,” he interrupts whatever rambling story Wild has moved on to. Hyrule makes sure to catch his eye when he says, “Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you.”
The champion ducks his head with a shy smile. “Want to try them on?”
“Absolutely. Now give them here!”
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demodoggonetired · 1 year ago
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" I'm Batty 4 U "
For the @steddiemicrofic September Prompt: Charm || 548 Words || Rating: T || Warnings: implied verbally absuvie parent, implied period-typical homophobia
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It sweeps through the group like wildfire after the whole Vecna ordeal. Something about everyone trying to go back to normal, re-engaging with non-world-ending topics.
Out window shopping, El happens upon a charm bracelet display and within the week convinces Hopper to buy one for her and Max. And who’s to deny the girl that's suffered through so much. 
El states it as her “momento of who she is, and those who helped her find that definition.” All while thumbing the rainbow and sunflower charms. 
So it’s no surprise when Robin, Nancy, and Erica are seen wearing their own charm bracelet designs after Girl’s Night. Then through a spidering chain of conversations and convincing, the rest of the party soon each have custom bracelets.
For Steve though, the issue is that he’s just not a bracelet sort of guy. The occasional pinching when it doesn’t sit right. Constant jangling and shifting every time you move. It’s not for him.
(Plus he knows his Dad would make him throw it out if he ever saw it. “Jewelry isn’t for men.” and all that. (Of course I don’t agree, Robin. But I still don’t want to risk it getting tossed.))
Until Robin solves the problem for him. Turning his bracelet into a keychain for his car keys. And he didn’t realize just how much he’d come to care for said keychain once it’d stop pinching his wrist. 
Exactly as El had painted it from the get-go; a constant reminder that he’s more than the harsh words his dad sneers as “encouragement”.
Of who he matters to and of who matters to him. His family. 
But it’s not for another few months that his keychain gains a companion.
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“Hey, uh. Hey, Stevie.”
They’d danced around one another for weeks. From exchanged glances at the hospital, to touching under the guise of lending a hand, pulling excuses to spend time together.
“Yea?”
Finally culminating in Steve getting fed up and testing the waters with a kiss ‘hello’. 
“I know we’ve only been technically dating for a month now. But I’m pretty sure I remember you being a big relationship guy back in high school, and I figured well ‘Stevie probably never had someone buy him the cheesy anniversary gifts he bought for others’-”
“They weren't cheesy, they were well thought out-”
“And so, I got you something as a faux sort of ‘Happy One Month Anniversary’ gift.”
Eddie shoves the little trinket into Steve’s hands, forcing him to drop his book. 
“Small towns, especially Hawkins in particular, suck and so I figured this is as public as we’d be able to be. And I know the bat was maybe a bold choice considering the bites and all that shit but- Actually maybe this was a bad idea- Ya know what, give it back right now, Stevie. This was stupid- I’m gonna do something else.”
Deftly leaning away, Steve hooks his arm around his boyfriend so he can’t lunge for the keychain again.
“Oh hell no. My boyfriend gave this to me, it’s mine now. You can’t take Ozzy from me.”
“Ozzy? What?”
“Yeah, the little bat charm. His name’s Ozzy, he told me so himself.”
“What-?? Shit- Jesus Christ, you’re so lame. Come here so I can kiss your lame, adorable face.”
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thepatronsaintoffilth · 2 years ago
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If you’re still accepting requests/prompts
Crawls away, overstimulated meets crawls after them/drags them back with Heisenberg or something else
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pairing: gender neutral reader x Karl Heisenberg*
*he may or may not still be a lycan in this one (like he is in YSLT), I didn't really give any indication to either him or reader being anything other than human apart from the, uh ... rut-like desperation, let's say (... you'll see what I mean in a minute ;)
cw: dubcon, overstimulation, resistance play, biting, toe-sucking, ass-eating, face-slapping, mouth-covering, real sex-pest Heisendaddy behavior, the whole nine, I'm so serious, a lot of "no"s being ignored in this one
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It was official.
You and Lord Heisenberg had just entered the second hour of what started off as - and was supposed to be - a quick, frenzied tryst in the workshop before descending into what you could already tell was going to be a full afternoon of balls-deep fucking.
You'd thought it was almost sweet at first - the sheer gusto alone was breathtaking.
But then he just wouldn't stop.
He just ... kept ... going.
And going.
And fucking going.
You only knew an hour had passed because when you were lying on the ground - the only thing separating your naked body from the workshop floor being Karl's coat - you'd caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall and realized how much time had gone by.
This is ridiculous, you hiss silently, shuddering and panting as your second - third? Fourth? - climax rips through you.
You feel his mouth between your legs for the 3rd time in the last twenty minutes alone and wince as your senses, pushed into overdrive, start to overload.
This is INSANE, you amend. We'll be here all goddamn day!
You try to tell him as much, but it gets you absolutely nowhere.
At first, Karl is merely content to shush you - whispering sweet-nothings and reassuring you that it would be over soon, that he was so close, you're so fucking sexy, you're going to make him cum so fast.
When that revealed itself to be a fucking lie, you begin to actively resist him - shoving at his shoulders, closing your legs against his gloved hands, turning your head or even biting him when he tries to stick his tongue in your mouth.
He was amused at first ("Feeling feisty, huh?"), but then quickly grows frustrated.
Which in turn earns you a slap in the face and that beautiful dick of his crammed down your throat, effectively silencing your protests.
You feel his balls slapping against your chin with each grunting thrust. His hands grip your head, shoving you up and down his shaft until you're too dizzy to resist.
"Don't wanna bite me now, do ya?" he growls, knowing full well you wouldn't dare.
You can't answer - outside of the embarrassing glkglkglkglk sound he was forcing out of you.
"Huh? Was that a yes? Try it ... See what happens."
He releases you abruptly, shoving you back onto the ground. You blink the spots from your eyes and wait for the room to stop spinning as you cough and sputter, making an even bigger mess of your face.
About a second or two later you feel his hands on your shoulders and his knees beside your hips, caging you in.
You slap his hands away, swearing and grumbling under your breath about what a goddamn menace he is. You manage to rotate onto your stomach and hoist yourself upright on your hands and knees.
In hindsight, this action was probably a little naïve.
You thought shoving his hands away and crawling out from under him was the universal signal for "I would like to stop now."
And for a moment? Karl actually seems to take the hint and back off.
... Only for you to feel his hands on your hips and realize that he had interpreted your movement much differently than you intended.
He buries his face between your cheeks and starts tonguing your ass, panting and huffing like he can't get enough.
Which in all likelihood, he can't.
You gasp at the feeling of his facial hair tickling you. Then you crumple, chest-down, to the ground as you feel his tongue probing you, heedless of the fact that you're covered head to toe with sweat and debris.
Your right thigh starts to wobble. The wobble becomes an spastic shake as the sensation becomes so intensely good, its almost unbearable.
The shake creeps outward to the rest of your body as Karl adds his fingers to the mix, muttering under his breath about how amazingly responsive you are as he fucks his middle, index and ring finger into your ass.
Between the effort to stay somewhat upright and not faint outright (even now you can't deny that the man has gifted fingers ...), it's a miracle you have the coordination to try evading him again.
When he takes his fingers out of you, you shake his hands off your hip and crawl quickly in the direction of the door, intending to use your momentum to carry to you feet, out the door, to freedom and maybe a shower because you're an absolute mess.
His grip on your ankle begs to differ.
Your Lord's touch is hard and unforgiving as, with one harsh tug, he pulls you right back where you started.
"Karl - !"
"We're not. Done yet."
He flips you onto your back as you get tangled up in his coat sprawled out on the ground. You drag it with you to cover yourself. He pushes the garment up with an impatient grunt, re-exposing your lower body. He thrusts himself inside you in one brutal, sloppy stroke.
"For fuck's SAKE, Karl - !" you cry out before his gloved palm slaps down over your mouth, stifling the swearing diatribe you were about to spit in his face.
"Shut up. And quit running from me," he rasps, his tone caught somewhere between smoldering irritation and what can only be growing desperation.
You manage to jerk your face out from under his hand long enough to snap, "Then get ON with it!"
"We're almost done, I told you."
"You said that an hour ago!"
Karl freezes. Then he glares down at you and coldly asks, "Are you clock-watching?"
An icy tendril of fear creeps down your back. You shake your head. You might be willing to put your paws on him when he goes too far, but you know better than to wound the man's pride - the one sore point that might legitimately get you killed, even with all you've come to mean to him.
"N-No, I -!" you begin, only for his hand to come down over your mouth again.
"Good. Now quit you whining!" he growls as he starts fucking mercilessly into you again with renewed vigor. "We're almost there."
He lets go your mouth and gathers you closer to him, the increased pressure and friction driving you that much closer to insanity. You feel another orgasm building, and you can tell this one's going to be messy.
"K-Karl, baby ... Please ... Give me a -"
"Shh, shhhhhhh," he whispers. "Almost there."
"Karl ..."
"Almost there. Almost ... Almost there"
Roughly half an hour later, the two of you finally get "there".
After several detours, of course.
Your Lord felt compelled to fuck your mouth again.
Then he spanked and berated you for protesting and trying to ward him off.
Then he sucked your toes greedily (a concerning first, since he'd never shown any interest in your feet up to this point) before finally, at long, long last, cumming inside you before collapsing on top of you.
"See? That didn't take so long, did it?"
You manage to slap him twice over his head before he even processes through the haze of post-orgasm bliss that you're striking him.
He look at you blankly for a moment, the depths of his eyes cold and almost transparently remote as he floats back down to Earth. You're reeling back for a third time when he catches you hand without even looking.
"Oh, I see ... You haven't had enough yet."
"Get OFF me, you oaf!"
"You should have told me so, buttercup. I would have held off a little longer."
"I swear I'll claw your eyes out if you don't leave me ALONE!"
He rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, that's right, talk dirty to me. That's the way to get me off your ass."
"FUCK YOU."
He snorts.
"You will, if you'd just hold still. So impatient ... It's like you're trying to get me hard again."
"Karl - !"
Whatever you were trying to say is lost in his mouth as he kisses you till you quiet down.
And he keeps going.
- Saint
P.S. - My ask box is still open for requests! This was so much fun, and I can't wait to get more. Also, shoutout to the anon who sent me this. I love a good yanked-back-after-crawling-away kinda vibe 😘😘😘
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theragethatisdesire · 1 year ago
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CONGRATS ON THE 1000 FOLLOWERS!! YOU DESERVE IT A LOT!!
could i request plug!eren with 13?
thank you so much!! have a very nice day/night!!
HIIII angel thank you so much!!! you may absolutely request plug!eren with 13 i love him
i think the prompt works very well with fluff, but honestly, i came up with something smutty and funny so i'm going to go with that
nsfw below the cut <3
"Eren? You home?" You drop your keys unceremoniously on the counter, looking eagerly around for your boyfriend.
You've been gone for the last week to a literary conference in a city three hours away, too long to commute every morning so you ended up with a hotel room. Six days for most couples isn't too long, but for you and Eren? You don't think you've gone twenty-four hours without him inside of you since you became official.
"Baby? That you?" Eren appears around the corner, bare-chested and low-hanging sweatpants hugging his hips.
You don't think you'll ever get used to how gorgeous he is, tall, dark, and mean-looking, but with the sweetest heart you've ever had the privilege of knowing. A slow grin spreads across your face that mirrors the one he's sporting, and you leap into his arms without a second thought.
"Missed you so much," Eren smiles into the wet kiss you plant on him.
"Missed you more," you giggle against his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist, "thought about you every day."
"I could tell," Eren hums, a little groan escaping him as you kiss down his neck, "all those nasty texts you were sending me?"
"Hey," you pout, pulling back to face him as he carries you over to the couch, "you sent them right back."
"Of course I did," Eren concedes, mouthing at the sensitive spot below your ear, "couldn't stop thinking about the day you'd get back and I could taste that sweet little pussy again."
A broken whimper slips past your lips, and you grind down into his lap, realizing just how needy you've been for him over the last week. The sexting was hardly more than a tease of the real thing; Eren's more than just "good" in bed, he's a menace, never stopping until you're practically shoving and kicking him off you. Then again, sometimes even that doesn't work.
You rock your hips steadily against his clothed, already-hard cock, moaning far too easily as he holds you to him, kissing you with so much force you swear your lips may already be bruising.
"Feels so fucking good," Eren growls against your mouth, "take what you want, baby, I'm all yours."
"Eren," you sigh, rolling your hips faster, "missed you so much."
Hardly two minutes have ticked by, Eren's hands pawing at your body, you panting into his mouth desperately, before he grabs your hips hard and stills you, a broken moan leaking out into your mouth.
"Fuck," Eren looks down at his crotch, face turning a deep shade of red. You follow his gaze to find a wet patch on his sweatpants, and your eyes flick back up to him, jaw slightly ajar in shock.
"You came?" You can't help but giggle at him, at how flustered he gets.
"Of course I came, it's you and it's been a fucking week," Eren chuckles despite his embarrassment, nipping at your jaw, "I'm sorry, baby, I couldn't help it. Just missed you so much."
"That's not very gentlemanly of you," you chastise him, an airy laugh leaving your lips as Eren smacks your ass.
"Don't tease me," he says, grinning, "I've got a mouth and two fingers with your name on them. You'll get yours, don't you worry."
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