#but i. grrr

[rainbluealoekitten]

nooooooo woman that i only just managed to stop dreaming about every few months who i used to want a mother-like relationship with after developing an intense parasocial relationship with your son due to extreme gender envy and romantic + platonic + familial love deficiencies, don't announce that you and i need to have a talk soon bc you want to convince me to go to the university your son was supposed to go to, the son who actually got me really interested in it in the first place, and that logically is actually the absolute perfect choice for me and that i can't find a single reason to not go to other than some weird feeling in my stomach, you're so sexy aha

[lovelyghst]

ghost who just loves playing with your precious cunt with his hand stuffed down your pretty panties. seeing how his knuckles stretch the cotton as it fights to fit his large hand, watching the fabric gradually soak with the mess he’s making you make. coaxing orgasm after fucking orgasm from your trembling body as he coos sweet praises in your ear and listens to your babbling of pleads along with his name, before leaning back to watch as you claw and scratch at his wrist and tumble over the edge of euphoria for the nth time.

he works your poor cunny ‘til your thighs are clamping around his arm on their own volition, and his fingers are pruned and his knuckles are locking up, but even then he still wants to continue! :(

and afterwards he cleans you up so, so gently. peeling your sticky panties from your shaky legs, tossing them in the hamper in case they’re salvageable (they aren’t). kissing your temple and forehead and the tip of your nose as your teeth buzz in aftershocks, totally not brushing your swollen nerves lightly with the warm rag on purpose just to hear you whimper and jolt one last time before you knock out.

he coddles and holds you tight as you nap soundly on his chest, now kissing the crown of your skull as he murmurs quiet remarks about how well you did for him, just how proud he is of his princess <3

[sunlit-mess]

more duck clips

[baeshijima]

mr reca fic where he’s suffering a creative slump due to the lack of good scripts (by his standards) from various screenwriters. he feels himself going positively insane with every script he’s given.

it’s too dull. it’s too predictable. this one has no creative flair whatsoever!! that one just doesn’t spark enough imagination!!!

it’s troublesome, really. some think he’s really going through it, while others believe the scripts he’s been given won’t bring him enough money. but really, who cares about monetary value when it is he who cannot even begin to picture himself enjoying the process that comes with each script?

and so that is how he finds himself wandering around aimlessly. sometimes the outdoors is necessary for the mind, and who knows? perhaps he really will find something that will give him a spark. hmm, those trees are looking a little dull. the sky overhead is too cloudy. hm? did he just hear thunder—

something collides into his chest, a choked “oof!” following soon after. he stumbles backwards a little, papers flying through the air around him. he blinks once, twice, at the sight of you on the ground, muttering something under your breath before a sharp gasp escapes you, hastily scrambling to gather the papers fluttering and strewn around.

one such paper falls into his hands. he glances over its contents, skimming through it as he goes to pass it over to you with an apology at the tip of his tongue, only to freeze.

this… this is genius! this is absolutely the pinnacle of writing!! while a little rough around the edges (as drafts usually tend to be), his once clouded mind is now clear, giving way to a blank canvas which slowly depicts the imagery your writing induces. idea after idea pours into his brain as he can visualise exactly what he wants, his body trembling and heart pounding as he insantly fixates on your panicked form still collecting all the fallen papers.

“yes… yes! this is what i was looking for! everything about this is pure artistry! the possibilities are endless, the sky is the limit!!”

this is possibly the happiest and freest he has felt in what seems like eons! seriously, compared to those other mind-numbing scripts this truly is the pinnacle of writing itself.

a laugh full of pure, unadulterated glee escapes him, careful not to crinkle the god-sent paper cradled in his palms. “you! you’re a genius!”

“i’m a wha…?”

he whirls in the direction of the source of the voice, further praises and a proposal for a collaboration on the tip of his tongue, only for his breath to catch in his throat.

you… you’re so radiant! even with that disheveled appearance and absolutely adorable confused expression you’re giving him, he never realised such beauty existed! not only does your writing fill him with endless creativity, but his pounding heart, parched throat and warming skin tells him you’re definitely the main character!

but wait! if you were to be the main character, then would that make him the main character’s love interest? surely he wouldn’t have had such a cliché meet-cute like bumping into each other if he wasn’t the love interest! but what if there is a second love interest? no, no, he can oust them…

you, on the other hand, believe you’re about to get whiplash instead of the man, baffled at how he instantly switched from a maniac to stark silence to muttering senselessly with a dreamy expression.

well, each to their own. you have more pressing matters, and that’s to quickly return home and continue fantasising before you forget the idea! but first, you have to get the last piece of paper back…

“um… sir? can i have my paper back, please?”

in an instant, he kneels in front of you. now that you’re at eye level, he certainly is very handsome. if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought this was some movie or drama plot with him as the main lead! oh, but why is he holding your hands—

“yes, i will spend the rest of my life with you.”

“…what?”

tldr; you’re just a silly writer who daydreams far too much for their own good, and somehow managed to bag top-tier director mr reca with the power of said daydreams. (his ever-growing obsession with you is concerning to say the least but, hey! what genius isn’t at least a little insane?)

[kokiyoh]

Oh my...

[jackalspine]

Jazz and Danno

[doctorsiren]

Evil Ford!! This is specifically if he were to take Bill’s offer to join him during Weirdmageddon :)

His design is based around themes of cryptids (mothman specifically), eldritch horror, cults, and evil science and I’m very happy with the result! Under the cut will have the WIPS + the designs with my notes and choices (thank you to dadskall for being my brainstorming buddies on this hehe)

[secretly-a-trekkie]

EVERY TIME I DRAW REX HE LOOKS MORE AND MORE LIKE GEKKO AND IDK WHY OR HOW TO FIX ITR BUT HERE TAKE HIM

[locksox]

magma frenrey

[donelywell]

They then spent the rest of the night talking about Hot Wheels modifications and the flavor Blue Raspberry. Until Tails fell asleep by accident and Sonic had to carry him to bed.

Swap AU belongs to @foolnamedjoey!

I love this au so much you have no idea.

[parkercore-69]

yo guys i think it’s pretty sweet when Troy smiles at the camera when Abed’s filming ☹️

[hanfocus]

🌹🖤

[tiedsh0es]

random OJ headcanon doodles

[caseykeshui]

They r all friends talking before work hehe

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YALL I did not want to die again but school work like projects and midterms caught up with me gdi 😭 I’ve been itching to post something - I don’t post on Tuesdays but hey that’s okay 😌 hope you guys are doing well mwa ❤️

Anyway I’ve been watching gameplays of these 3 games and thought it’d be nice to draw them together

[lil-vibes]

Day 24: Other side

Previous/Next

(prompt list here!)

[toyogamii]

you're a mess, you think. an absolute mess. your cheeks are hot and puffy, there's drool running down your chin, your makeup is smudged... and your mouth is stuffed full of dick.

and god you just look so fucking pretty, kento thinks to himself as he lets out a grunt, your throat constricting around him.

"fuck baby, you feel so good," he rasps out, tossing his head back and thrusting his hips, shoving himself deeper into your mouth. you whine and gargle around him. you're wet, so wet that there's a puddle in between your thighs on the floor. your fingers have been desperately playing with your clit, but its no where near enough.

kento's hands come to grip your cheeks as he pulls out, sliding his pretty cock across your lips, the tip catching and bumping on your nose as you desperately chase him. he chuckles softly.

"pretty girl," he coos, "so desperate for my dick, aren't you?"

you nod.

"yes, ken, love your big cock s'much," your lips push into a pretty pout and rests his thumb on your bottom lip.

"such a good girl for me," he grins and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. his big hand comes to wrap around his dick as he slowly strokes himself, right in front of you. your eyes flutter, pussy clenching around nothing as lets you watch but not touch.

"fuck," he groans. his dick pulses, tip oozing pre cum. your mouth waters at the sight and you slip one of your fingers into your cunt, desperately pumping it.

“fingering yourself while you watch me? such a slut,” kento purrs. you swear you could cum from his voice alone.

you nod in hurried agreement, your mind is a cloudy haze and your body feels like it’s floating in the clouds. kento’s moans are getting louder, his hand moving fast as he pumps his dick, his eyes not leaving you once.

you whimper as you watch him throb, knowing his orgasm is nearing.

“fuck- open- open up for me pretty girl,” he commands. you immediately obey, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out. he grunts one last time before ropes of hot cum shoot out, landing on your face and dripping over your lips.

the tip of your tongue darts out to catch the last few drops as his hand stops and his breathing slows. you look up at him with wide, doe eyes as you swipe a finger a long your chin, collecting the remaining cum and popping into your mouth.

“little minx,” kento smirks. you grin,

“maybe. so… my turn?”

he mirrors your own grin,

“spread your legs baby, of course it’s your turn.”