#do not look at the shoes I don't know what to do about them >:(

[mameillieureennemie]

so there's a real problem with racism in the x reader community. which is absolutely disgusting to witness, to see that POC creators are still not as welcomed. i just saw a post where an author posted a screenshot of someone calling them a racial slur, all because how they described their reader.

and i get the whole thing about wanting to be inclusive. about wanting people to be able to place themselves in reader's shoes. to not have to change descriptors around in their head because reader was described in a way that wasn't representative of the person who's reading it.

as a black woman, i can't describe to you the amount of times i've had to envision someone else because hey, you can't see me blush. or my hair wouldn't move like that, or i'm actually not petite and tiny. but i get it, i can't change how writers write and i'd never want to do that.

but my issue is that when POC do that, when they decide to mention skin tone or hair texture, it's a problem. because then it's not inclusive to a particular set of people. when in reality, stuff has always been inclusive for that set of people, while POC have always had to look deep for things that represent us.

it may not be inclusive for you, but it's inclusive for a lot of other people. there's more than just one set of people and i don't know why people struggle to understand that. to the point racial slurs are being used, what the actual fuck is up with that?

why should x reader fics be catered to some people? why is it so bad for your fave characters (who are fictional) to be with someone who isn't fair-skinned?

just think about why that bothers you so much because a lot of y'all are fucked.

[lis-likes-fics]

Pretty Girl

Pairings: Derek Morgan x Reader Word Count: 3.4k words Prompt: Praise Kink Warnings: NSFW, smut, praise kink, fingering, teasing, banter, creampie, aftercare... A/N: This was actually really fun to write so...here's some Derek Morgan fanfic (there's not much of him out there). Thank you and enjoy!

“Oh, baby,” Derek smiles. His eyes scan the length of your body, a floral sundress flowing down to your shoes. He takes you in with a kind of adoration that still makes you fluster sometimes.

Derek places a hand to his chest, like he's been shot by Cupid’s arrow and he's struggling to keep his heart pumping.

“Ain't you the prettiest woman on Earth?” He steps into your apartment, hands on your waist to pull you in. He dips his head down, his voice gentle and coaxing as your hands fall to his arms. “I hope you're savin’ some of that honey for your honey.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, leaning up on your toes to meet him in a kiss. He hums into your mouth. “I always do,” you smile, enjoying the way he strokes your sides with his thumbs.

You're supposed to go to the park, to stroll around for a bit and have lunch at your spot. With the way he's looking at you now, you don't think you'll be making that appointment.

“I don't know how you expect us to leave now when there's a perfectly good bed in here for us to spend some quality time in.” His lips dip down to your neck, pressing feather light kisses to your skin and occasionally nipping to hear your breath hitch.

“Derek, if you keep kissing me like that, we'll never leave.”

You can feel his smirk against your skin, his hands on your waist pulling you closer so your body is flush against his. “What makes you think that isn't my plan, mama?”

You giggle, his affection seeping into your skin and making it hard to stick to the original plan. “Derek, c’mon.”

He laughs back, his wandering hands only becoming more adventurous. His nose nudges yours. “Don't you ‘Derek, c’mon’ me, pretty girl. How do you expect me to see such a pretty thing like you and do nothin’ about it?”

You wrap your lips up in his again, letting him lean you back as his hand ventures down to the curve of your ass. You let him lift your leg until your knee is pointed out by his side. You chuckle giddily into his mouth, pulling him in even more as you let yourself be lost in him.

As you feel his other hand easing down your other side, you let him lift it as you wrap your legs securely around his waist. He steps into your apartment, nudging the door shut behind him with his foot. Derek effortlessly carries you through the small living room, into your bedroom like you weigh nothing.

Derek lays you on your back, standing between your legs and bending over you with a smile still intact. “God, you're beautiful, mama.” He kisses your collarbone with gentle lips. His hands roam your body, legs still wrapped around him, as he feels every dip and every curve of it with an appreciative touch.

His hands dip below your dress, feeling along the soft skin of your thighs. He squeezes them gently and smiles every time you sigh. “That feel good?” You nod, letting him gather your wrists together in one hand and bring them over your head.

His hand continues to caress your skin, teasing you with feathery touches. “Use your words, pretty girl? Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”

His hand presses flat against your ribcage, cupping your side as his thumb tucks beneath your breast, feeling the heat of it with a smile. He brushes your skin gently, causing your breath to hitch at the slightest sensation.

“Yeah, Dee,” you whisper. “Feels good—I love it.”

“Good, mama. That's good.”

His nose grazes the underside of your jaw, and his hand continues to roam. His fingertips brush lightly against the circle around your nipple, and your shallow breaths turn to cut off little whimpers. Your lashes flutter, and you struggle to keep still.

“Don't tease, Derek.” You peek at him with your brows furrowed in concentration.

His smile shines, embracing you with a loving kiss. “I'm not teasin’, mama. I'm just takin’ my time with you.”

You huff half-heartedly, enduring his “time” a little longer before his touch finally brushes your nipples. The more he touches them, the more they peak beneath the fabric of your dress.

“Can I take this off you?” he asks between gentle kisses to your neck. You nod, giving a little hum of approval as you feel his hands take hold of your dress. He slips the straps off your shoulders, splays his hand along your back to lift you gently, enough to find your zipper and drag it down with a torturous speed.

He takes his time in undressing you, revealing more and more skin to his loving gaze. He hums at the sight of your breasts, a hand cupping one to let his thumb graze over your hard nipple.

“Look at you,” he emphasizes each word. “What did I do to be so lucky, huh?” Your skin floods with heat at his words, and you think you'll get dizzy if he keeps talking to you like this.

You do become dizzy when the heat of his mouth wraps around one of your nipples, licking teasingly and sucking on it to listen to the way your breath hitches, the way you squirm as you try to stifle tiny murmurs. You hum his name with no real intent to say anything, holding the back of his neck in one hand while the other tries to decide what to do.

He grabs it by your wrist, smoothing his hand up the length of it until he's clasping them together. You melt under his touch, under his hand and mouth and the warmth of his body pressed against your now bare one.

“I don't think it's fair that I'm naked, and you're fully dressed,” you murmur between little breaths.

He chuckles deep in his throat. “You wanna undress me, pretty girl?”

You grin down at him, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, I wanna undress you.”

He pulls away from you reluctantly, standing to his full height in front of the bed. “C'mon, mama. Undress me,” he says, one hand held out to help you stand.

You take it gratefully, sitting up so you're standing in front of him. He's taller than you, so you have to look up to see him as you flatten your hands against his chest.

You decide to go slow, as he'd done with you. You start at the top button, very slowly pulling it undone before moving onto the next. When they're finished, you slide the shirt off his body and let it fall to the floor without a second thought.

“Now who's teasing?” he smirks. He eases forward to kiss you, but you lean back with a grin curling your lips, glancing between his lips and his eyes. “Oh, it's like that?”

“It's like that,” you nod. You can't stifle your smile as you look at him, amused by his banter. You smooth your hands down his chest, stroking his warm skin, the curves of his abs.

“Okay, okay. We'll see how funny it is when it's me.”

You furrow your brow humorously, unbuckling his jeans with deft fingers. “Uh-uh, this is pay back.”

“Is it?”

You shove your hand into his pants, cupping his bulge with a light squeeze. He groans, his jaw clenching and his eyes squeezing shut.

“It is,” you beam. You press your body against his and kiss his chin. You can feel him hardening under your palm as his hands squeeze your waist.

“You're an evil woman,” he teases.

You retract your hand to push his jeans down his waist. You glance down every now and then to see the prominent V line disappearing into his boxers. “You gonna arrest me, agent?”

He steps out of his jeans just as you're wrapping your fingers around the waistband of his boxers. “I might have to.”

“What's the charge?”

He lifts a crooked finger beneath your chin, tilting your head. “On account of you bein’ too fuckin’ fine–”

His words break off into a moan when you grab his cock, lightly squeezing with a cocky grin on your face. He pulls you close by your hips, turning his head into the crook of your neck.

“What was that? I didn't catch that last bit.”

“Don't be a smart ass,” he says, though he laughs when he does. You stroke him up and down, slowly and with a tight fist. He curses under his breath, the only sound other than both your sighs into each other's ears.

Derek plants his hands at your sides and picks you up once more, placing you back on the bed to lay you on your back. His lips reattach themselves at your collarbone, exploring your chest as you sigh and moan.

Your hips lightly jerk when you feel his middle finger at the seam of your pussy, dragging up and down to capture the arousal he finds there. “You're good, mama?”

You nod quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, don't stop.”

“I won't. You're too good for that.” He kisses the valley of your breasts, teasing you before thrusting his finger into your pussy. You clench around him immediately, lifting your hips in search of his hand.

“Fuck, Dee, need you inside me,” you whine, holding him tight with your arms locked around his shoulders. “Please? I need you, baby.”

He chuckles, adding a second finger and listening to your tiny gasp. “I know, mama, but I gotta make sure you're nice and ready for me. I'm a gentleman, aren't I?”

You want to roll your eyes, but he kisses any sarcasm away as his fingers pump and curl and test the waters of your desire. You mewl, letting him touch you as you struggle to get your thoughts straight. He feels really good, warm and thick and ever teasing.

He starts thrusting them a little faster, more and more until your breaths are uneven and pitchy. “You like that? S’that feel good, gorgeous girl?”

“Y-yeah. God, yeah.” Your hips keen into his hand, searching for more pleasure.

“Good. Just feel it. I'm gonna take care of you, mama. Just let me take care of you.”

You nod, closing your eyes and listening to his little murmurs of praise and encouragement. They make you feel warm, tingling in your belly like a dull fire.

After a while longer of his lips on your chest and his fingers inside you and his velvet words in your ear, he pulls his fingers out of you. A sound gets caught in your throat, worse when he soothes you over with a gliding finger against your folds.

“How're you doin’, beautiful?” He kisses your neck and you hum.

“I'll be better when you stop teasing me.”

He laughs again, repositioning himself on the bed to kneel between your legs, taking them into his lap. “What do you think I'm doin’ right now?” He smiles at you with an overwhelming amount of love, stroking his cock in his hand. “C’mon, greedy girl, open up for me. You ready?”

You smile back at him, your chest rising and falling with anticipating breaths as you bring your knees up and apart. “Yeah, Dee. Stop makin’ me wait, jerk.”

He tuts, shaking his head humorously. “Look at me bein’ a gentleman, calling you all these nice names, only to have you call me a jerk? You know what I say to that?”

You sit up on your elbows, lifting a brow but unable to erase your smirk. “What?”

“I say,” he presses his tip against you, “that you are,” the head of his cock eases inside of you, “still the most beautiful woman,” you both hold your breath as he keeps pushing inside you, “I have ever seen.”

You both let out long, breathy moans when he seats fully inside of you. Derek leans over your body, one arm braced at the side of your head to keep himself up. He grunts, pausing for a moment as he feels the way you constrict around him.

You wrap your arms desperately around his body for support, your legs coming up to do the same as you cling to him. He's so big. He stretches you out and fills you up until you can't breathe, and you relish in every sensation as he allows you some time to get used to it.

“Fuck, mama, always feel so good f’me,” he grunts, holding your side tightly. “You're so perfect, baby.”

You sigh, nodding into the crook of his neck. “You can move. I got it, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, need you,” you whisper. You kiss a spot on his neck for good measure.

He nods back, holding you steady as he slowly pulls out of you. When he thrusts back in, it's still slow, but it's much deeper with a lot more fervor. You clench around him, feeling the pleasure beginning to tingle within you with each thrust, building and building until you're a mess of moans and simple words of enjoyment.

“You're doin’ so good. Look at you, beautiful girl.

Derek holds you securely, not letting you go for one moment and ensuring he's always holding you in some way. He keeps you steady by your waist and strokes circles in your side. He kisses your face to ease any crease made in concentration. He tells you how perfect you are, how beautiful, how lovely.

“Make me feel so good, mama.” He glances down between your bodies, watching where he disappears inside of you. “Look at that. You're so fuckin’ perfect, baby. You see how well we fit?”

He kisses your forehead where your brows are pinched up in pleasure. You look down to find where he's gazing, watching as his cock splits you open with each thrust. If you look close enough, you can see the bulge of him in your belly, and it makes you dizzy.

You press your foreheads together, holding onto him as you continue to watch the way he fucks you. He's loving and kind, but he's not overly gentle like he's scared he'll bruise you like a peach. His thrusts are measured, quick and strong and filling without an ounce of unkindness. He listens to the way you moan and, once he finds the angle that has you trying to stifle your sounds, he keeps hitting it over and over until you're gasping.

“There ya go, mama. Right there? Is that where it is?” You nod quickly, looking up at him with watery eyes and lips slightly swollen from all the kissing.

“Yeah—Yes, baby. Don't s-stop.” The pleasure ebbs and flows, fills every crevice and every little nook inside you that it can find until Derek is all you can think about.

“Won't stop. You just keep moanin’ for me, just keep squirmin’.” Derek takes one of your hands, lifting it to clasp them together and hold beside your head as he keeps thrusting into you. Your breaths and moans fill the air, heating in each other's space as you share in the pleasure, the love.

“Oh, baby, look at you, listen to you. You're so gorgeous, so—fuck—so tight. My pretty girl, yeah? You're my pretty girl who likes it when I make love to her? Hm?”

He's going to kill you. His praise is dizzying in the best way. It fills your brain and elevates your pleasure until you feel like there's nothing left but him. “I love it, Dee,” you whisper, holding him with your free hand. “So good, so fuckin’ good.”

He nods. You can feel the subtle change in his thrusts, the slightest shift from long thrusts to shorter pumps of his cock inside you. You know for certain that he's beginning to lose any remaining control when one of his hands drops between your bodies and plays with your clit. He rubs at it in tight, stroking circles.

You moan his name, almost like you're shocked by the action as it immediately makes all the senselessness worse. You clench around his cock, the delicious drag of each thrust makes you moan more.

“See what you do to me?” he asks breathlessly. “How long did I last? Used to do so much better—you make it impossible, mama.”

Derek is a womanizer. Always has been, always will be. He's been with so many women that you had to come to peace with the fact that you fell in love with a player—essentially, a respectful version of a fuckboy—as soon as it happened.

So hearing that you're ruining his stamina one thrust at a time is a very, very ardent thought. It goes straight to your head until you're smiling through the pleasure, even with the slightest giggle on your tongue.

“Now you're laughing,” he says, chuckling himself. “My sweet girl is so mean to me. Calls me a jerk, laughs at me. My pretty, pretty girl.”

You whine, his pace on your clit maddening between all the winding bliss. “Baby, i-if you keep talking l-like that…I'm not gonna last very long.” Your word ends in a muffled cry.

He chuckles, though it's a lot less nuanced between his own struggle to hold on. “Maybe that's my plan… It's embarrassing if I finish first.”

You can't even respond. There's too much to focus on, and it's only getting worse and worse the tighter his circles get.

A knot tightens and tightens in your belly, his thrusts deep inside you only adding to the coil. “I'm gonna cum, Derek,” you gasp quietly, your voice rising by a few pitches. “Please, you're gonna make me cum.”

He grunts, channeling his thrusts and working faster at your clit. Tension invades every muscle in your body until it all snaps with a deep gasp.

You cry out as you lay your head back on the bed. Derek's head rests beneath your chin as his tongue laves lazily at your chest between kisses. You hold onto whatever you can, gasping and moaning as your brain goes fuzzy and your body stays suspended in air.

“Oh, fuck—’m cumming, baby. Please don’t stop,” you mumble, tightening your legs around his waist and your arm around his neck.

His hand tightens in your own, pushing it farther into the bed as his thrusts become short and deep. “Oh, mama,” he moans into your ear. He ruts into you in a few tempered thrusts, seeking that impossible closeness in the throes of pleasure.

You both stay like that, breathing and moaning and holding onto each other for dear life. He sits deep inside of you, flooding you with a warmth that has you sighing.

When he can think straight again, both of your combined bliss reduced to a buzzing in your homes, he lets out a deep breath.

“Oh, fuck,” he sighs. “You're so perfect. Most perfect girl in the world.” He turns his head to kiss your temple. He stays close enough so that you're still sharing in the other's warmth, pulling out of you slowly and kissing away any discomfort he finds in your face. “You know how amazing you are, sweetheart?”

You still hold onto him, not letting him go for even a moment as his hands stroke your sides slowly, lovingly. “You're amazing,” you whisper.

He cups your cheek, stroking his thumb over it with a smile and kissing your lips so softly, you think your heart might burst. “Was that okay? You feel good?”

You nod, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and sighing when his voice reverberates in his chest with his laugh. “Yeah. Really good. Perfect.”

“Good, mama.” He kisses your temple again before unwrapping your arms reluctantly from him.

“No,” you whine, tightening your hold with no real fight.

He laughs, the sound almost loud as he breathes in your scent. “I'm just gonna clean you up, baby. We made a bit of a mess.”

You huff but relent, loosening your grip. He leans back and takes a nice long look at you, still so, so pretty as you stare at him with full eyes and kiss-swollen lips. “Can we…take a nap? And then lunch after? I'm so tired now.”

He leans down to kiss you. “I think that's a great idea, pretty girl.”

You hum against his lips, nuzzling once more before letting him go to clean you both up. Once he's done, he's scooping you into his arms and cuddling you under the covers like a lover boy, rather than a “playa”. You don't mind it one bit.

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[kissingmilfs]

(Caribbean anon) "i feel like sevika greatly enjoys bending mel over when they’re dancing. and one hand on mel’s waist and the other is spread across her back to keep her bent." - yessss! You understand the vision. Mel probably has the nastiest dutty wine in her somewhere. She's West African (in this AU anyways). The ass shaking and waistline are genetic. They're probably even worse about it when they're home alone,tbh.

Poor Mel can't even be vocal in peace because while she may be tipsy, she's also not trying to wake Isha up. Or the neighbours(would the Zaunites even file noise complaints on each other? I don't think they would). At one point,the urge to scream out gets so bad that she actually bites Sevika's hand in her attempt to not make noise.

(But going off how Sevika reacted to Caitlyn biting her in season 2, joke's on Mel, she's into that shit.)

oh fine! you pulled my leg enough! (joking) i’ll write the blurb! see the horny couple below.

content warnings: semi-public (strap) sex, dirty talk, horny dancing (18+)

(please do not come for me if you look up the song mentioned and get offended @ the non-caribbean people. the lgbtq caribbean community v much loves the song despite the first few words 😬)

* *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘⋆ *ੈ𑁍༘

it’s already 8pm as the party settles down to the adults only. isha effectively crashed over an hour ago. the combined power of too much food, a slice of cake, a sip of Jinx’s shandy and then a drop of rum sneaked to her by no other than Sevika. isha wanted to stay up later because her favorite dessert, coconut tart, had not yet been delivered. everyone knows the auntie is constantly running late and most likely held up at another party. now it’s all the adults outside as jinx and ekko huddle to themselves in the living room.

sevika threw both of them a warning look as she slipped back outside. she trusts both of them but trust doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what 19 year olds can get up to. but sevika gets a good laugh when ekko straightens up and pushes jinx off of him.

sevika’s shoes press into the slightly soft ground of the backyard. each step determined and purposeful. she finds mel in an idle conversation with their next door neighbor. her girlfriend doesn’t seem too engaged but she’s far too polite to exist the conversation. luckily for mel, sevika does not care. she approaches the auntie with a respectful smile on her face. sevika even notices how mel brightens up as her boyfriend comes to her rescue.

“excuse me, auntie. but can i borrow mel?” sevika asks while touching the woman’s shoulder with a vague smile on her face.

the woman pauses mid-conversation. she glances at sevika then at mel before reluctantly nodding. sevika immediately grabs hold of mel’s hand, guiding the woman towards the protected area of the backyard. it’s a basic concrete slab underneath an awning connected to the house. it’s where they kept the food and drinks and a few chairs.

sevika pops open a beer effortlessly with the edge of the table then begins making a drink for mel.

“always coming to my rescue. my prince charming.” mel’s voice is silky with an underlying raspiness. sevika cannot help but smile. good to know they’re both feeling the effects of drinking and the summer air.

sevika is rather heavy handed with the rum she’s pouring. it’s not entirely intentional but mel certainly won’t mind. after creating the rum punch, sevika takes a little sip from the clear plastic cup then hands it off to mel.

it’s now mel’s turn to guide sevika. the song on the playlist shuffles to a familiar tune. sevika can tell by the way mel’s shoulders begin moving that her partner wants to dance. and dance they will. sevika leaves her drink on the food table and carefully spins mel around. sevika wraps one arm around mel’s waist, molding their bodies together. she hears a pleased hum coming from mel. sevika grinds her hips against mel’s ass in a slow circle.

then sevika hears a surprised whimper coming mel. good. mel can feel the added bulge in sevika’s pants. burying her face in the crook of mel’s neck, sevika can smell her girlfriend’s coconut hair products, her shea butter and that sinful egyptian musk she wears. her nose presses against mel’s skin as they find the rhythm of the song together. mel tips her head back slightly on sevika’s shoulder. their hips moving in sensual circles. sevika’s strap snug on her hips and crotch.

mel bites her lip at the tension building between them. they’re in their own little bubble. the music fades into a new one but they’re still pressed tightly. sevika starting to breathe heavy against her neck. but then the song shifts to Romping Shop. sevika, all but growls, in mel’s ear. sevika’s arm moves it’s wrapped position and she comes to grip mel’s waist. mel doesn’t need any further instructions. the song is moving through her the same way it is for sevika. sevika’s prosthetic arm bends mel over and plants against her lower back. and that fucking dress. the dress sevika told mel was too scandalous for a kid’s birthday party. the dress sevika warned mel would get her in trouble. it’s a tightly crotchet dress of yellows, blues, greens and purples. the second sevika bends mel over the fabric rides up on mel’s thighs.

even if the dress wasn’t mean to fit mel’s curves it simply had no choice. her body outlines and hug the fabric. and as mel begins whining slowly and sensually and as sevika matches the pacing—the fabric slowly but surely rides up inch by inch. and fuck, mel just had to look back at sevika mid-song. her hand on one knee and the other still expertly holding her cup of rum punch. her eyes are half-lidded and sevika can see the wanting, the lust pooling and swimming in those green eyes.

mel can feel sevika’s strap grinding against her ass but more importantly she can feel it teasingly grinding into her cunt. it’s not merely enough. sevika’s tucked it properly and even as mel grinds down—it does nothing more than frustrate her. sevika looks around the backyard momentarily and notices everyone’s left. she has no recollection of that happening. she didn’t hear anyone say goodbye.

“let’s go.” sevika growls and pulls mel up by her waist. she does not hesitate or answer the confused look on mel’s face. mel stumbles over her feet but eventually finds her footing as sevika pulls her towards the side of the house.

mel’s drink swooshes around in her cup at the speed in which sevika pulls her. the side of sevika’s house faces someone’s garage. sevika pushes mel against the wall. she grabs the cup in mel’s hand and takes a big sip. then sevika cradles her girlfriend’s jaw.

“open.” it’s the only command that sevika grunts out. mel only looks confused for a few seconds before she opens her mouth. sevika takes another sip, tips mel head back a little then carefully allows the alcohol to flow out of her mouth into mel’s. once the drink is transferred, sevika squeezes mel’s jaw and crashes their lips together. mel immediately slips her arms around sevika’s neck. both hands come to grip mel’s waist and sevika lifts her against the wall. without second thought, her girlfriend’s legs wrap around her waist.

with sevika pinning mel against the wall, one hand grips the underside of her thigh while the other frantically yet effortlessly tugs mel’s underwear to the side. her fingers brush against mel’s cunt and sevika takes a deep breath.

“you’re already fucking wet.” sevika groans while her fingers move to the zipper. once she’s pulled it down—sevika guides the strap out.

mel moans and greedily bucks her hip upwards. “and it’s your problem to fix.” she watches sevika guide the tip of the strap to her aching pussy. tipping her head back with a quiet moan as sevika rubs the shaft between her folds.

sevika’s pupils visibly dilate when she pulls her hips back slightly and see a noticeable slick glimmering on the strap. and sevika cannot contain herself. not when mel’s also staring down at the sight. and especially not when sevika also aches to buries herself deep into mel. hearing mel’s slight panting snaps sevika out of her slight daze. and they both hold their breaths as sevika guides the flesh-toned strap to mel’s entrance and with one thrust of sevika’s hips—she’s buried to the hilt of the toy.

one hand immediately slaps over mel’s mouth because she instantly forget her surroundings and was close to releasing a high pitched moan. sevika wastes no time building up to the momentum that has mel whining and staring at sevika with an almost dumbfounded look in her eyes. mel pants and moans quietly (the best she can) against sevika’s hand. each thrust presses mel into wall. she’s bound to have an imprint on her back later.

but mel cannot bring herself to care. not when sevika’s forehead is pressed against hers and she can see sevika holding back from grunting. and sevika’s fingers dig into the back of her thigh to keep her upright. every time sevika pulls out slowly—she immediately slams back in with a force that makes mel whimper. and all mel can do is take it. her nails scratch at sevika’s neck and her undercut which all proves to further egg sevika on.

“who owns this pretty pussy?” sevika drops her hand from mel’s mouth, awaiting the answer.

mel’s mouth drops open, attempting to answer sevika but it’s futile. all she can do is withhold all her moans and whimpers at the back of her throat. sevika growls and her now free hand grips mel’s waist. she slows her steady thrusting and opts to grind her hips against mel’s.

“come on, pretty baby. you can do it. tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

mel whimpers and weakly tugs sevika forward to plant her lips below sevika’s ear. her eyes are practically lulling to the back of her head. “g-gods…sev…you, baby.”

sevika manages to hold mel even closer than possible. “say it, mel. you know i can do this all night.” sevika replies with a growl in her words as she continues grinding the strap into mel. “don’t go dumb on me yet, baby.”

mel pants near sevika’s ear. “…belongs to you…it’s all yours.”

with those few words enough for sevika, she gives her everything and more to fucking mel into oblivion. they’re so lost and dazed in their own world—neither one of them hear the tarts being dropped off or fully put 2 and 2 together that jinx, ekko and isha are responsible for the fireworks exploding in the front yard.

[murmiss]

A sketch about Price's neglected daughter!y/n, and the kidnapper! Konig.

The living room was flooded with soft light. There were three people sitting on the sofas covered with burgundy plaids. Price was the first to take the most comfortable seat, sitting in his masterly manner. Next to him sat his faithful friend and comrade, Joshua, and the third person sat on a separate small sofa, wrapped in a plaid blanket-it was Megan, Price's oldest daughter. On the terry mat in front of them sat a girl of about five, the youngest daughter, who was playing concentratedly with a doll. She didn't seem to hear or react to anyone else

The girl, sitting in a separate seat, answered Joshua's questions with the same pride: "Yes, when I grow up I'll be a doctor, a surgeon! Or a-- A lawyer!"

Her father's soft laughter reached the children's ears, and the youngest daughter raised her head as well. Unconsciously, she smiled hearing her father's laughter. Joshua smiled as well, carelessly leaving his arm on the back of the couch and looking in front of him, directly at the youngest. He grimaced.

"What do the investigators say? "Mr. Brix caught up with his companion in one of the corridors of the police station. Price was pale, his hair was dirty and greasy, and there were dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. John's eyes were cloudy and he was clearly out of it. Not immediately reacting, Price mumbled something inaudible. Joshua stopped and tugged on his friend's shoulder to stop him. Josh's words sounded like warm encouragement, and his voice was confident: "We'll find her, buddy." Price only nodded in response.

But time only goes by. A day goes by, two days, a week, a month...Almost half a year your sister, Megan Price goes missing. Then the world turns upside down, or maybe-- And nothing's changed? You honestly don't know.

The days are monotonous and empty and the future is clouded with hopelessness. "Who am I?" is the question that keeps popping into your head for hours on end. "Who am I?" a person. "What am I for?" To live. "Who needs me?" I don't know.

It's like a dark abyss, a dragging slime or quicksand that slowly but surely drags you down. You don't feel anything, and you don't know if you've ever felt anything.

Where's mom? Where's your sister?

Nothing again. No information, no word or picture from your father, and only childish resentment.

Kindergarten. Parents pick up their children, hurriedly put on their shoes, and adjust their clothes before leaving. It's evening, but the father is still gone. Anxiously you look out the window, wishing you could see a native silhouette, but nothing but an old crow pecking at the garbage near the tank.

Lonely. Like always.

John forgot to pick you up, or more accurately, he was just with Maggie at her school's Young Poets performance. Omit that the performance ended early, and Price was just taking his daughter and her friends to a coffee shop to celebrate.

It's getting dark, and, the tutor calls Price, who arrives almost immediately. At first, he's embarrassed: gosh, he forgot about his kid! But then he seems to Forget Again, listening with fatherly warmth to Megan's newly composed poems. Sitting in the kitchen, with everyone else, you feel like you're in a family circle, with your own people, not noticing that the eyes are never on you. You babble happily, distracting your sister, "And me! Me too. ". But before you can finish, John says with a smile, "Good for you." You giggle happily in response.

But he didn't hear you.

As you get older, you notice an unfair difference: for some reason, Megan has always been treated a little more reverently. Why was that? The answer is the same. You don't know.

"Do you want a strawberry ice cream?" a gruff, wheezing voice pulls you out of your thoughts. You look up and see Konig standing in front of you, immediately regaining your senses.

"Yes"-you answer briefly, and seemed to fall back into your thoughts, remembering Megan.

"She's fine," Konig brings you to your senses again. He smiles like a serpent, and there is no mask on his face. His face, covered in battle scars is open for all to see, but he doesn't care.

You nod.

Konig was an acquaintance, a friend of Price's, an old-school man with a strong temper and oddities, you thought. A handsome face with strong features, but covered with scars.

When Megan disappeared, Price became completely estranged from you. Desperate, he left the service six months after she went missing, couldn't take it anymore. He was like a robot, perpetually pale and embittered, almost never speaking to you. You often feel the emptiness, wondering involuntarily: what if this is him? When once again your father walks by with glazed eyes, you call out to him, "Father?"

There is no answer.

After about a year, he almost comes around, maybe talks to you more than a couple times a week or, on rare occasions, a day. And then... He just... Notices you?

Returning after school, Price greets you with the table set. He smiles, genuinely talking to you, discussing his day. Everything seems so nice. You eat an entire plate, not immediately noticing the catch. And even noticing it not that day, but towards the end of the week, when your father happily informs you that he has enrolled you in the poets' circle.

Why poets? Oh, yeah. Megan.

He's trying to recreate Megan in you, ignoring the fact that you're a human being too. With your own opinions, desires, morals and dreams. You didn't want to go to medical school just because when Megan wanted you to, you didn't want to go to dances and poetry clubs and perform on stages like she did.

You just want to be yourself.

Megan's gonna come back like thunder in the middle of the day. Just-- Coming home after a damn 1.5 years with no explanation. She smiles adorably as her father kneels like a slug, hugging her as tightly as if she might run away. He sobs, stroking her hands gently. Not that you like being a substitute, but... The slightest bit of attention attracted.

Things get worse, and Price is like a man possessed. He drives Megan every day to the university you're already attending together because John wanted you to follow in your big sister's footsteps. Now he really forgets. He just doesn't see, even worse than when Megan disappeared. In Price's eyes, it's just the image of his oldest daughter, his pride, that's all.

"must it really be lonely?"-The voice rumbles again. You look up. You see Konig again. He's wearing a medical mask. Is he afraid of the coronavirus?

"What?" you ask after a couple seconds.

"Get in the car, I'll give you a ride home." He nods nonchalantly at a maroon car. Definitely not his, but maybe a new purchase? Or not his? Oh, but you don't care, you just hop in his car, not wanting to wait for your dad or the bus. Either way, Price doesn't care when or who you're with.

Which becomes his mistake.

"Where are we going?" you mutter as the car starts to shake over bumps and the woods thicken.

"to your new and loving home, princess."

Konig's plan was perfect from start to finish, until a damn girl got in his way: Megan got caught at the worst possible moment, completely ruining all his blunders.

Then he kidnapped her, finding no other way out of this shitty situation, and locked her in his cozy basement, which was carefully built under his house, enlarged and arranged for you. All to make his Liebe Maus, you,feel herself cozy.

Megan wasn't you, she was noisy, annoying, and that's when Konig changed his plan, day in and day out setting Megan up the way he needed her to be, and when he did, he let Megan go, determined to never, ever expose him. That day she had purposely distracted Price by calling him to a newly opened café so that Price would forget to pick up his second daughter, giving Konig every opportunity.Megan acted to Konig's advantage, and if necessary, she would help confuse everyone so that his sun would never be found.

(Just a random sketch from the notes, possible errors, quick description. at the end of the text, the main character is an adult.)

[eddieswritinghell]

I have a request!!

Can you do headcanons and/or a short blurb for König, Soap, and Price with a fem!s/o who constantly gets hate and bullied online for no reason? She hasn’t done anything wrong she just likes to post things that she made and is proud of, like photography, art, edits, etc. They see her reading comments and trying not to cry, how would they be in the moment?

It’s totally fine if you don’t want to or if you need time there’s no rush!<3

Added a read more because I got super into this and the post is very long. Hopefully, this is good to read, definitely had fun writing it! 💚

König:

"What is wrong, mein Schatz?" The man seemed greatly concerned upon finding you with tears in your eyes while looking at your phone.

"Just some... mean comments. Nothing bad." Your hand reaches up to wipe at your eyes but König stops you. He settles down next to you and the pad of his thumb gently caresses your cheek.

"Nothing bad? Anything mean towards you is automatically considered bad. What is it about?" His brows furrow in concern as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear to better hold your face in his hand.

"Just some bad reactions to a photo I posted. It wasn't the best photo, but I was proud of it and I think that's why it hurts a bit more."

"Oh nein, nein, nein. Nothing could ever be bad if it came from you. Creativity should not be judged and ridiculed, no matter the person. And it definitely shouldn't be yours either." He holds out his hand and makes a grabby motion. "Give me your phone. I will get rid of all the comments so you won't have to look at them and I will replace them with my own."

"You don't have to do that. I just need to get over it."

"I am still going to do it. Gib mir jetzt das Handy." He makes the hand motion and you hand over the phone. The man seems a bit upset about some of the comments, but he happily deletes them as he pulls you closer to him with his free arm. "This happens again and you come to me, ja?"

Soap:

"What has you all worked up?" He raises an eyebrow as he sits down on the couch next to you. You gladly lean into the arm Soap wraps around your shoulders.

"It's nothing really. Just... need to get over myself." You sniffle and move to tuck your phone away but he's much quicker. Soap snags it out of your grip as you exclaim at him to give it back.

"Nah. Nope. Not giving it back till I know what has you all worked up. Can't stand to see you upset like this, lassie. You being sad makes me sad, and that's a crime against nature."

You fight back a sniffle as you watch him scroll through the post you had open of a picture of a painting you and posted because you were rather proud of it. "You don't need to worry about it."

"Oh, I absolutely need to worry about it because it's my right to worry over my girlfriend." He begins to scroll through the comment section and his smile drops. "Is it the painting you posted? The comments from the asses?"

Your silence is greeted with a grunt and a few pings from your phone of Soap deleting the comments. You sniffle and press your face into his shoulder.

"Boom. All gone. I'd have a go with them if I could. Smash all their faces in. Your painting was absolutely stunning. Right bonnie like the artist who painted it."

Price:

Price wasn't sure what had you crossing you phone on the nightstand with a huff, had you crossing your arms and deeply sighing with a shaky breath of air. He wasn't as attached to the device like you were, didn't quite understand the importance of it other than for communication. "Did your phone die?"

"No. Still at sixty percent, just... upset over something."

Price hums in acknowledgement as he removes his shoes before sitting on the bed next to you. Rolling to face you, a hand rests on your hip and rubs soft circles into the sliver of skin that showed. "Care to share with the class?"

"It's... I made a post about this edit I made. It was the first edit I made in quite some time. It wasn't the greatest edit ever, not viral-worthy either, but I was proud of it."

"An edit?"

"Like... a series of clips of a TV show or movie or video game set to music. It's... I can't explain it well, but that isn't what mattered."

"Well, regardless of what it was, in sure it was great. You're a creative person, and if it made you proud then it made you proud. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks if you enjoyed it and had fun with it, then that's what truly matters. I'm sure people liked it, but comments usually come from people who are jealous of your abilities. Don't let them get to you, love." He smiles and pulls you closer to press a heavy kiss to your neck. "And certainly don't let them have the satisfaction of knowing they got to you. I'll fight off every one of those... haters? Whatever they're called, they don't deserve to know you."

[everlastingauthor]

➣ Matchup Trade For: @pinejayy

➣ Author's Note: Was debating on who to pair you up with, I had three options which was Buggy, Shanks, Mihawk, and Sanji. So I settled on Shanks because I thought of a lot of cute ones for this so I hope that you enjoy this, I had fun writing it!

❥ Your partner Shanks absolutely loves to buy you plushies, strawberry milk, and sweet treats. He wants to keep his goth princess happy and well feed, so he doesn't mind making you meals especially spicy meals. He especially doesn't mind making you spicy ramen; he'll sometimes try to get you those big soft plushies something that you can cuddle with whenever he has to set sail for a while or when he's going out, this red headed gent also learned how to make different types of strawberry milk beverages for you so that whenever you request it - He'll surprise with different strawberry milk recipes. Whenever he returns from sailing the seas, you can count on him that he'll have a box of sweet treats from places he has visited.

❥ He likes watching you do your make-up he'll sit on the bed watching you do a smokey eye and apply your dark lipstick, he thinks you look like a beautiful queen of darkness. Sometimes he'll tease you and call you a vampire. He'll try to learn about make-up so whenever you need help with your make-up he will help you out. He'll admire all the freckles on your body, telling you that your beautiful that each freckle is a blessing from the universe. Whenever you get insecure, he'll try to kiss every freckle on you, he adores your tattoos his favorite is your chest tattoo.

❥ Since you are small and Shanks is quite bigger than you, he thinks it's funny when you wear platforms, he'll ask you if it's comfortable same with your corset, he'll wonder if you breath and comfortably move around in it. He thinks your choker is cute along with your fishnets, his pretty girl is what he'll call you.

❥ He'll lay next to you and watch you draw or write, especially after a hard day or trip. He'll just want to curl up next to you and watch you do your thing. He sometimes reads your writing or ask you to draw him, he thinks that you are an amazing writer and artist.

❥ He thinks you have a heart of gold especially with how you love animals and helping them, he noticed that you have particular love for sharks, dogs, and hedgehogs. So he did get you plush versions of those three animals for you to cuddle with and enjoy.

❥ When you told him that you have a thing for sharp nails and sharp teeth, he knows everyone has their own thing. If he could he would make his teeth sharp and nails for you but he can't, but hey you were surprise to see what he was dressed up for Halloween.

❥ No bugs will touch you especially a centipede, whenever you see one and panic. He's already there with a shoe and killing that creature. Shanks will try his absolute best to make sure certain environments aren't too loud for you, he knows how much you have a dislike for loud noises and crowded places. Which is why his favorite thing to do with you is cuddle with you in a quiet place anyway from anyone or anything.

❥ He admires that no matter what you'll speak your mind, especially when people try to judge your appearance. He knows that you'll go off on that person and he'll sit there with a lovey dovey look watching you stand your ground, he doesn't mind that you don't sugarcoat things. He believes some people need to hear the truth even if it's sour it's what he had to do when he told Luffy he was leaving and not coming back. It didn't surprise him that you have a dark humor side, but somehow this man is always surprised when he hears your dark humor.

❥ He thinks strawberry milk cures his hangovers, so he started drinking it because of you. Whenever he sees a cute bat plushie he'll think of you.

You mean the world to him, he wouldn't trade you for any amount of berries. If he has to stop sailing to spend all gis time with you, he will because you are his world. He thinks your sweet kisses are good luck charms, you make this man happy more than you could know and he'll never let anything or anyone hurt you.

[mewkwota]

So I was just supposed to find out myself that Volnutt had a (scrapped) casual outfit, so sure, of course I'm gonna try to draw it.

That way he has something more fashionable to wear out of battle.

[ahollowgrave]

-- all saints' wake.

[skrunksthatwunk]

yu yu hakonstruct intricate rituals which allow you to touch the skin of other men.mp4

crossposted to youtube

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #34: The development of Sokka and Azula's relationship

When you move to a whole new country, that's when your patrons are going to vote for the prompt that makes you want to go completely bonkers and that you would draw ten years worth of art for. Yep. So you try to condense that impulse into something you can finish in... 1 week? Sorta?

I honestly barely know how I managed to do it that fast, but hey, made it on time for the end of October, so here goes! A little walk through the history of these two and the evolution of their relationship in Gladiator.

The first GIF is mainly about Part 1, the second one's first two pieces are Part 2, the third piece is Part 3. The last two GIFs, of course, are both meant to be Part 3, with the final GIF being meant as a symbol of hope in many regards. I'm guessing some of you guys will pick up on a funny little hint about just what kinds of hopes we're talking about here...

Anyway! Now I hope you guys enjoyed these crazy artworks! It's a Halloween miracle that I finished them on time, haha. If you'd like to be part of the creative process behind these pieces, a 1$ pledge on Patreon is enough to make you eligible for suggesting prompts and voting on polls, as well as reading Gladiator snippets 6 days before the next chapter goes live!

[icewindandboringhorror]

examining a seemingly normal image only to slowly realize the clear signs of AI generated art.... i know what you are... you cannot hide your true nature from me... go back where you came from... out of my sight with haste, wretched and vile husk

[omarfor-orchestra]

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[sysig]

You’ve caught my Wandering Eye ♥ (Patreon)

[little-eye-guy]

the other day at work one of my coworkers was wearing an otherwise unremarkable outfit with bright pink socks and i keep thinking about it..... my daily outfit is Grey Hoodie. but what if it wasn't

[shiryawashere]

you ever miss your comfort character so bad you gotta go outside about it

[thecomet-and-themeteor]

I don't know how much sense this makes but I need a Langelique Cinderella AU, I think it'd work pretty well