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[chimyku]

MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYONE!🎁🎄

I missed the queen's birthday so I had to make up for Christmas day!!

At first, I wanted Elsa to be the one to wear the reindeer accessory as a nod to Sven, but then I realized that maybe Jack is the more silly one who'd willingly wear it with no questions asked XD.

[onyourowndaisymae]

solomon's bunny boy birthday service

today is my birthday and i'm rewarding myself with self-indulgent, bunny boy solomon smut. heavily inspired by conversations w jes and this image right here

content + warnings: NSFW minors dni, solomon x fem!reader, oral (reader recieving), fingering, reader is wearing a dress, minor lucifer cuckage

word count: ~1.2k

"fuck, that's-- solomon, please."

the steady thrum of dance music and the occasional trickle of light are all that pierce through the otherwise complete seclusion of the room. it's a private VIP space. today is your birthday-- that's your party outside, so graciously hosted and organized by the demon brothers-- and yet here you are, arching your back off of the sofa as your body writhes in pleasure.

this is all his fault.

it's your special day. preparations have been made in advance, and-- excuse your bluntness-- you've known most of the details since they were finalized weeks ago. the demon brothers are wonderful for a lot, but certainly not at keeping secrets or planning surprises. so you knew this party was coming. but when solomon waltzes up to you shortly after the night begins dressed as one of the club's bunny boy waiters-- well, the sight almost sends you to your knees, both in a fit of laughter and for... other reasons.

he's a damn flirt. seductive whispers against your ear, fleeting brushes against your body as he walks by, attending to your every need like a good little waiter-- all of it is sneaky and fitting of the devious sorcerer's usual antics. you can't deny the way his lips brushing against your earlobe make you shiver, how the show he puts on of waggling his bunny tail before he skitters off stokes dangerously at embers inside your gut.

solomon got what he wanted-- you, in a private room, moaning his name as he pleases you.

his lips latch greedily onto your clit, steely eyes looking up through pretty silver lashes to gauge every reaction, every sharp intake of breath or flutter of your eyelids. his fingers pump in and out of your cunt, steady and consistent, bumping against that spongy spot inside you that makes your vision blur in pleasure. breathy cries leave your lips. there's no strain, nothing rough about the noises you make or the way his tongue lavishes your sensitive bud with kitten licks-- it's all soft, almost needy as you try to remain quiet and hide from any intrusive guests.

he's a sight between your thighs. solomon's always so pretty, but there's something about the way he looks right now that makes your core ache with need around his long fingers.

his bunny ears are skewed in two different directions. one is angled towards you while the other looks left. his vest is long discarded, draped hastily over a nearby couch cushion in the rush to touch you. his tie is undone around his neck, and the first few buttons of shirt are undone-- you remember unbuttoning them amidst a feverish kiss before he carefully laid your back against the couch. you're grateful for it now. pretty pink flush coats his ivory skin, creeping up his chest to flood his cheeks with blazing heat.

he pulls away from your clit just enough to catch his breath, the warm of each exhale molten across your sensitive folds. his thumb rubs a teasing circle across the bundle of nerves before caressing it properly, steadily. your hips buck into his hand and he lets out a breathless chuckle.

"how do you feel? is this okay?"

both of you know the answer to that-- judging by the way your hand clamps over your mouth to silence your noises, the twitching of your cunt around his fingers, you can both assume he's doing an excellent job. but there's a vulnerability to the way he asks, a neediness that leaks through even with the self-satisfied grin he's wearing.

does this feel good for you? do you want to stay back here with me? is this orgasm worth abandoning your party for? am i worth choosing over everyone else you could be with tonight?

"more than okay," you breathe. "fuck-- i want you, sol. wanna cum, wanna feel you inside me, i-- please."

you do not have to tell him twice.

heat flares in his cheeks, and his eyes flick away momentarily before he leans in and resumes his work. his fingers scissor inside you now, stretching your inner walls to prepare you while sucking on your clit. your thighs clamp around his head, but his pace never halts or stutters-- the needy dig of your feel between his shoulder blades awakens something within him.

he needs you. badly.

it's not long after his pace reaches a fever pitch that your muffled cries do too. your thighs quiver and tense around his head again and again, practically begging for release, until your inner walls tighten and cum leaks across his knuckles. the pace of his fingers slowly until the obscene squelching quiets to quiet, slick noises of him pumping in and out, in and out, until he's sure your orgasm is over. solomon pulls them out carefully and leans in to kiss you.

then he freezes. both of your bodies stiffen against each other. his hand comes down to the hem of your skirt, previously yanked up to give him better access to your core, and yanks the garment down before sitting up.

the click of the door opening makes fear shoot down your spine.

"... i figured i'd find you here."

lucifer's imposing silhouette obscures the strobing lights of the party outside. you can somewhat make out his facial expressions, but it's not like you need them-- you can tell he's upset from the moment the door swings open.

"sorry," solomon chirps. you can hear the smug grin in his voice, see the way he waves his hand, aloof, like the smell of sex doesn't hang heavy in the air. "i meant to lock that door earlier. didn't want any guests intruding tonight."

"what is going on in here?" lucifer asks sharply. his ruby eyes narrow in the low light.

"oh, i don't think you need to ask that. i think you know."

solomon's fingers glisten in the low light. gossamer strings of your arousal coat his fingers, dripping like molasses down his digits. there's a few seconds of thick tension in the air before his lips part and his tongue laves the cum off his fingers. it's a dirty move-- lucifer's whole body stiffens in the door way. heat burns inside your stomach when they slip into his mouth with a moan. his tongue swirls sloppy around them, lapping up every last drop of the pleasure he gave you, never once bothering to look away from the demon in the door way.

"you're a disgrace," lucifer spats, words sharp and accusatory.

"come on, lucifer," solomon cooes, like he's attempting to pacify the angry avatar instead of rub salt further into his wound. "all in good fun, right? all for mc's special day."

silence.

"mc, come join us. my brothers are looking for you."

"unfortunately, lucifer, we're not quite done yet. isn't that right, mc?"

there's two sets of eyes on you. ruby rage from across the room, wings puffed like his chest as he beckons you to rejoin the rest of the group. cold steel close by, flickering with a warmth that makes your stomach tighten and your knees weak. your body and mind are not on the same side as you glance between the two.

"lucifer?" you finally start.

"hmm?"

"... shut the door on your way out, please."

[tomaturtles]

can i play with your hair in a bro way. sit in my lap in a bro way

(Happy Shinkawo Day!)

[kordeliiius]

A Cut From Every Cloth

Series of vintage photo mockups to commemorate Tarsier Studios turning 20 this year, featuring the main members of their pantheon in cultural clothing

Outfit descriptions and references below

Little Nightmares

Six - Japanese hakama, haori, and hair ornaments Mono - Swedish Dalarna suit Runaway - Embroidered Baju Melayu with headwrap

LittleBigPlanet Vita and Tearaway Unfolded

Sunshine - 19th-century Yorkshire dress with bonnet and lace shawl Atoi - Scottish tartan kilt and flat cap Sean - Regency-era suit with cybernetic motifs Flounder - Ringmaster uniform with Russian punk rock motifs Marianne - French folk dress with gothic accessories Otis - Appalachian denim overalls with decorative trim

The Stretchers, Statik, and Fists of Plastic

Red medic - Mexican serape wrap and sombrero Blue medic - Zoot suit with fedora and metallic accessories Dr. Ingen - Victorian pinstripe suit Hero - Hainanese bamboo dance costume

The City of Metronome

Ten - Irish-inspired coordination with walking hat and Galway boots New - Bai and Hmong Hoa-inspired outfit with traditional headdress and Hong Kong embroidery

[becca-e-barnes]

I've been writing my dissertation like that gif of the cat frantically slamming a keyboard (you know the one) but it's got me thinking about professor Bucky and how he might incentivise you to get your work done for his class 😏

"You're not getting an extension. Don't even think about e-mailing me for one." The hardest part of dating your lecturer isn't actually the sneaking around; it's that he's a hell of a lot tougher on you than the rest of the class.

"But Bucky I-" You begin but he cuts you off and you know by the look on his face that there's no point pressing it.

"No. You're more than capable and you've got plenty of time to get it done. You don't need an extension, you need to apply yourself."

God, he's annoying. You know you can do it, you never said you couldn't. You just don't want to. There's a massive difference.

He pulls his copy of the required reading out of his bag, setting it on the desk beside your laptop and it takes everything in you not to bury your head in your hands.

"There. I've helped you enough." He nods towards the textbook but when you don't move, he flicks through the pages with a sigh, leaving it open at the chapter you know you should start with.

You sit there for another few seconds in a foul mood, mentally preparing yourself to sit here for the next few hours.

"How about I help you? I get the impression you need an incentive." He knows you too well, there's nothing more motivating than a little treat. "You have 12,000 words to write. For every 1,000 you write this week, I'll give you an orgasm."

Maybe you should complain about his assignments more often.

"Deal." Hell, if you'd known this was coming, you'd have started ages ago.

"Good girl." He laughs, amused at the rate at which your fingers begin to dance over the keyboard.

Getting started isn't too hard. You type out a quick plan of your chapters, dropping in the sources you know you'll need before starting your introduction and with your focus on your work, you hardly notice Bucky sinking to his knees under the desk.

You feel his warm, open mouthed kisses trailing up your thighs under your skirt and his soft groans drag your attention away from the laptop.

"Don't stop working." He insists, licking your sex through your cotton underwear, letting you enjoy the delicious friction on your cunt. "You're almost at the first thousand and it reads well so far." You feel his hot breath against the now wet cotton while one of your hands falls to tug his hair.

"If you stop typing, I stop licking." He threatens, pulling your panties to the side, gliding his tongue against your skin and groaning at the taste of your arousal.

You have just over 200 words until you reach your first thousand and it should be so easy but it becomes even harder when he sinks two fingers into you and you're able to hear how wet you are already.

His lips engulf your clit, sucking gently while flicking his tongue in vertical strokes in time with his fingers curling inside you. "Such a smart girl. I'm so proud of you." He hums before giving you a few broad strokes with a flat tongue.

He knows what his praise does to you and with your thighs clamped around his head, you fly your way through a few hundred more words. He chuckles when you proudly announce you reached a thousand but you don't stop typing at the same frantic pace.

"Sweetheart, if you want to get all 12,000 done this evening, I'll sit here as long as it takes." He smiles against your skin before giving you everything he knows you need. His tongue flicks quickly over your clit and his fingertips rub against the soft, spongy spot inside you and in no time you're gushing against his face, gripping his hair and riding your high out on his waiting tongue.

[gotham-daydreams]

Bad news: Author couldn't meet their own deadline :']

Good news: I made a little something anyway just for you guys because you deserve it! And I feel a little bad for not posting anything as of yet- so think of this as my gift to you for being so patient (and I promise some real gifts are coming)

So I'll be posting that in a bit, and maybe even a different kind of sneak peak for Part 3 since I'm almost done writing it! Though to not spoil too much, it'll be like a small bit of its own, even if the event that does happen is in the chapter.

Anyway! See you guys soon, and enjoy :]

[mikatheonly]

And lastly, before I go off for like another week or so

I offer you

The Sims 4- Varigo edition

[cat-clawz]

*A song-based bang in this case is a type of fancrafts exchange. Essentially, people would join, they would give another person a song that they'd like a fancraft of Dan and Phil to, and that person would make a fancraft of it. It would be exchanged such that each person who is doing a fancraft also receives one in return, kind of like that white elephant thing people do for Christmas.

** Keep in mind that although I have been in a few zines and bangs, including a song-based bang, I have never actually run one, so this would be kind of a process lol xD it would likely be run mainly through Discord.

[youredreamingofroo]

"What's that?" "Oh uh, it's a poster for this new story, they haven't released a name, it's just called W.A.S??" "Okay... Do you know what it's about?" "No, apparently the original film is lost media, so nobody knows what it's about," "That's weird, how does the Studio even know what to write about then?" "Beats me, apparently it isn't super popular and people aren't taking too well to it, I think the characters look cool though, I'm waiting for the official teaser to really judge the story," "The poster is so torn up, it's clearly not well-received, are you sure you want to read it?" "I'd rather see it for myself than base its worth off a single poster, you have poor taste in opinions," "Whatever you say,"

W.A.S

A film gone story. Coming to a tumblr nowhere near you.

Stay tuned for the first official teaser.

28/2/24

[giddlygoat]

being adhd is crazy ill spend all day worrying that i’ve forgotten something, triple checking my calendar and my messages to make sure i haven’t missed an appointment or left someone hanging, and it still happens anyway. incredible

[sarcasticscribbles]

So excited for Sasha the Archivist! Made a little calendar notification and everything :)

Can't wait to see more Sasha kicking ass, Tim of course, old man yaoi on tape recorder, and Marvin my beloved stock photo boyfriend.

No rush of course, but wanted to send some encouragement since I know the last stretch can be stressful!

AH THANK YOU THAT MEANS SO MUCH! I'm reading it all through again, and then I'll send it to my beta reader and start on a season 2 comic cover! - Proofreading is my worst enemy tho, i feel so lucky to have a beta reading begging me to send it lol I planned to post only the first half and divide the work, but right now I'm leading towards just fuck it and post it all, it'll depend on what my beta thinks! Here's a bonus snippet (MAG 079):

[dianagj-art]

is that time of the year where I should start redoing my avatar

[killjoysmonth]

October has begun, and the Killjoys month party is officially over...

Thank you so, so much to everyone who participated, either by making posts or by sharing them around <3 If you’d like to check out everyone’s wonderful creations, you can find a little tag directory sorted by character / relationship / post type / prompt under the cut at the bottom of this post!

Although the month has ended, as mentioned in the original prompts post this blog will stay up for overflow! Meaning if there’s still posts you were working on but didn’t finish in time, or if you wanted to participate but found out about the event too late, or if you just didn’t get around to it in September, you're welcome to use the #killjoysmonth tag or @ this blog and your posts will still go on here :)

That’s it for now, thanks again for participating, and I look forward to seeing you all around in the Killjoys corner of Tumblr <3

Tag directory

By character:

Aneela

Calvert

D'avin

Delle Seyah

Dutch

Fancy

Gared

Jaq

Jelco

Joe

Johnny

Khlyen

Lucy

Newcy

Pawter

Pree

Rennika

Turin

Zeph

By dynamic:

Aneela & Delle Seyah

Aneela & Dutch

D'avin & Delle Seyah

D'avin & Dutch

D'avin & Dutch & Johnny

D'avin & Jelco

Delle Seyah & Dutch

Dutch & Fancy

Dutch & Johnny

Dutch & Johnny & Pree

Dutch & Pree

Gared & Pree

Jelco & Pawter

Johnny & Newcy

Johnny & Zeph

By post type:

gifs

edits

art

playlists

caps

text post edits

By prompt: Set A

Favourite character(s)

Favourite dynamic(s)

Favourite scene(s) / episode(s) / season

Quotes

Outfits / hairstyles / looks

Free choice

Set B

Emotions

Memory

When the nights were long and the days were deep…

Comedy

Mirrors

Endings / beginnings

[wundrousarts]

Morrigan <3

[eddsworld-the-masquerade]

Any update about Eddsworld The Masquerade?

Don't wanna jinx it so. I'll just say it's alive

[askchuuyanakahara]

(sorry for another break announcement but I will not be able to update for another week!!! Please be patient and I will be back next week with some new plans ❤️❤️❤️)