#don’t get me started on jesse

[trylynarie]

Echo: to blend in you could stop bleaching your hair you know. Considering we are low on credits you stink and you’re very noticeable by random senators in a sea of identical clones because of your hair colour.

Rex: bitch no this is iconic 💅🏻 after all this time I’d better have some plot armour anyway

Fives: I was also iconic for having a tiny five on the side of my head AND LOOK HOW THAT WENT-

[thepunkmuppet]

every day I lament jack kline being in only the last few seasons of supernatural, because as well-written as he and his whole arc genuinely is, the rest of that portion of the show is uuuuh ASS, not to mention visually boring.

every day I imagine tiny babyface jack filmed with the grainy aesthetic, the gorgeous high-contrast lighting and dark greyish filter… shots of him in the dark with his eyes glowing like a little cryptid, him in the car at night, him appearing out of nowhere in sam and dean’s hotel rooms. him using his powers with late 2000s limited CGI, and more of the vibe of early seasons angels where their powers aren’t big and flashy and glowy but they feel more eldritch and scary…. static and exploding glass and uncanny not-quite-humannness…. OH it’s just so good

also please consider that alexander calvert was twenty years old in 2010 (season 5, aka when lucifer was first in the show) and FIFTEEN during season 1. closest picture I could find to what a 2000s seasons jack would look like is THIS

I love my son bro :(

ALSO HE FUCKING LOOKS LIKE SAM I’M GONNA KILL MYSELF WHY DIDN’T THEY GIVE HIM THIS HAIRCUT THE SAMJACK PARALLELS WOULD’VE HIT EVEN HARDER

anyways I would change absolutely nothing about jack or the way his story ended, but MAN the early seasons aesthetic….. OOOOUGHGHHH HE DESERVES IT HE’S TOO GOOD FOR THE LATER SEASONS BRO I NEED 2000’S HORROR CRYPTID JACK

[figofswords]

anybody remember the stephanie brown essay I was working on under a research grant fully last summer? yeah it’s not done yet it super needs to be done and I’ve been avoiding working on it for weeks. someone tell me to just do it already

[teddypickerry]

the red flag in me wishes the father is not logan, not jess but the wookie.

[gregoftom]

khdkgdkgdjgdkgdkys so funny when ppl say greg is pointless or doesn’t drive the plot in any way. you can hate him all you like but to basically say he could be removed and the show would be the same is just literally Not True. gimme what y’all smoking bc it must be some strong shit

[leviiackrman]

Did I choose to start redecorating my room this evening? Yes. Have I only just finish for the night? Also yes. There will be more tomorrow tho…

[acrossfromladystardust]

i do love logan but rory and jess were IT. i just rewatched s6 ep8 and you can feel there’ll always be something there

[gracecarstairss]

Sitting here thinking about the fact that Grace was NEVER told that Tatiana bought her instead of legally adopting her, further proving that Tatiana only ever saw Grace as an object/piece of property and it’s actually pretty important information that was literally treated as gossip by Anna.

[edgelordtozier]

You're RIGHT and you should say it. Eddie is 1000% Jess, and Steve is Nick. If we wanna do fruity four, I think Robin would make a great Schmidt lmao, she's not douchey like he is, but she has a special bond with Steve and is also insane about rabies, which fits with Schmidt's obsession with cleanliness. Nancy would be a good Cece, a self-starter and intelligent woman who gets underestimated because she's pretty.

you are literally a genius!!

i agree soooo much about robin making a great schmidt. she’s like the perfect concoction of schmidt and winston.

and cece nancy…. ur mind is enormous.

[babacontainsmultitudes]

I fucking hate what Tumblr has done to me I was out earlier and literally could not stop myself from smiling like a dumb goofy idiot all because I was thinking about people putting Gordon Ramsay in situations

[blkwag]

kinda over leeds fans blaming americans and pointing fingers at them for how the season went when in general the team sucked (and the board is also a part of how the season went too).

did they all (brenden, tyler, weston, and even jesse) have the best games all the time? absolutely not. and i can admit that. but on the other hand in the games where they weren’t poor they made an effort and tried to make something happen for the team. like look at all the other players around them and yet they are the main ones getting the heat for fighting relegation the entire season and currently being in 18th place. it’s so annoying

[otb-mp3]

Roman and Kendall playing as antithesis to each other… two sides of the Roy coin and we see the masks they’ve put up for years around Logan and each other crumble, Roman standing up to Logan causing his own mask of apathy to crumble and show this empathy he’s always had but been forced to hide, both around his father and siblings all so he himself wouldn’t get hurt… and even after the years of hurt from Logan, Roman still wants to preserve an honorable reputation of his late father… while we also see his dedication to the company and the reputation of the Roy family name… of the same coin we see Ken, even with everything he’s been chasing for from Logan for years sits on a piece of paper in the palm of his hands, it’s all he wanted but is that enough for him… it’s a responsibility that he’s spent years to gain, to prove himself to his father and he has it… his name is on that paper, he has the world he’s desired in the palm of his hands and yet we’re taken back to Kendall, alone again in that bathroom contemplating his fathers discusión, trying to get into Logan’s iron clad sealed head, now he’ll never know what his father truly thought of him by the end of it all, the paper is real, and all the pieces have fallen in the way he’s wished for but is that really all the he wanted? or was he chasing after something much deeper? much more personal?… then we’re lead to the end of episode 4, where we see the dichotomy and demise of the Kendall we were confronted with after Shiv’s wedding, powerless and terrified in Logan’s grip… contrasted with this new revival of waystar successor Kendall Roy of Season 1, who so quickly went behind Romans back, soon to break Shivs already waning trust, completely throwing the power balance Ken Roman and Shiv had come to compromise only 10 minutes before

[cabeswaterdrowned]

different franchises definitely have their own individual ‘scale’ for different characteristics such as morality of characters, types of treatment expected for different types of characters etc. but sometimes it is kind of wild to go from one metric of discussion to another like the wiplash can be insane especially when major differences exist between fandoms in adjacent genres/types of stories. Like sometimes it just makes me go ‘you really must not read/watch a lot of other things in this genre if this is how you feel’. Specifically what I’m talking about rn is the many different tweets and posts I saw once ChoTh came out about how Grace Blackthorn’s redemption arc would never happen if she was a male character and she would have been treated way worse narratively like… that absolutely threw me for a loop ngl. “a male character in a paranormal story would never get a redemption arc after using mind manipulation powers on female character(s) with dubious at best consent implication and morally dubious female chars who do this are romanticized more” like what other paranormal/fantasy stories are you even consuming that lead you to believe this is the case like please tell me the answer is you just aren’t that into urban fantasy outside of TSC because that is the only way it makes sense…

[cursedyuri]

a/n: surprise! here’s a little somethin’ while i work on my next fics. mwah mwah happy saturday!

cw: 18+ as always, minors dni. sub!ellie, dom!reader, oral sex (e receiving), choking, tribbing, some…controlling aspects, multiple orgasms

ellie’s got it bad for you.

so bad, she doesn’t have it in her to be embarrassed when jesse and dina catch her staring at you in the middle of band practice, eyes glazed over, nodding along with whatever they’re saying even when she’s got nothing in her head but you you you.

it’s frustrating sometimes, what you do to her. she’s less efficient as a songwriter and guitar player—always casting glances at you in the middle of practice, chewing her lip till it damn near bleeds because it’ll keep her from making a mess of her boxer briefs. always picturing your pretty lips around her strap, you kneeling before her while she face-fucks you till you gag and choke. always tilting her head when you stand up from your seat beside her, going off to rifle through your purse for something, just praying she’ll get a glimpse at your panties when your skirt rides up.

when the rest of the band filters out and it’s just you two, she gets you in her lap, kissing you silly. you’re so perfect in her arms, smiling shyly when she pulls back and covers your face in chaste, adoring kisses.

“we should go,” you say, glancing at the clock on the wall. she frowns and you catch it, adding, “i really need to study, finals are next week.”

“you’re gonna kill ‘em, babe,” she assures you, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. your cheeks go pink. she could eat you whole. “smartest girl i know. smartest person, actually.”

you giggle, a sound that makes ellie’s stomach flip. and then your expression shifts from carefree to hesitant, and she furrows her brows. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing, i’m sorry—i was gonna ask if you wanted to help me study? i have flash cards.”

ellie grins. “i can do flash cards.”

it’s not the first time ellie’s been at your house, but it is the first time she’s pulled into the driveway and noticed that your parents aren’t home. she casts a glance at you in the passenger’s seat while she pulls the keys from the ignition, but if you notice that she’s wondering about the lack of two mercedes in the driveway, you don’t let on. you give her one of those sickeningly sweet smiles and her heart hammers.

inside, you stop in the kitchen to fix a couple glasses of pink lemonade with twisty straws and fresh lemon slices, then lead her up the stairs to your bedroom. ellie tries (and fails) to avert her eyes from the place where your thigh-highs squish into the meat of your legs, the skin pooling out of the fabric good enough to eat. she has to think about the worst things to keep her cunt from throbbing. dead puppies, shit like that.

“i’m so stressed,” you confess as you open the door to your bedroom, ellie striding in behind you.

“why, princess? you’ll do great.” she takes her glass of lemonade when you offer it, sips from the straw and beams at you.

your room suits you perfectly. all shades of white and pink, floral print everywhere, heart-shaped pillows, cute bunny plushies organized carefully on the bed. it smells like sugar cookies and your perfume. ellie watches you locate your study materials, then sort through them till you find the necessary flash cards. she starts looking through them while you climb onto the bed, your skirt riding up to expose a new sliver of your thighs. if there is a god, he’s got it out for ellie today.

“come here, el,” you pout, holding out your hands for her.

“don’t be impatient, now.” she joins you on the bed despite her better judgment. looks down at the flash cards and struggles to read the first one because her blood is rushing south at a dizzying rate.

“uh—eukaryotic cells.”

“cells which have a nucleus enclosed within the nuclear membrane.”

ellie gapes at you. “okay, smarty pants, you got it. prokaryotic cells?”

you answer and she shuffles through to the next card, continuing to prompt your spot-on definitions until it becomes clear that you’re more than ready for your final. it only takes five minutes to make it through the entire stack of cards. and then you’re asking her to kiss you.

“baby,” she mutters, leaning over the side of the bed to set the flash cards onto the floor, “i’ve been waiting for you to ask.”

just like every other time, your mouth tastes like heaven. sweet from the pink lemonade, your tongue dances over hers, soft moans leaving your lips for her to swallow eagerly. the two of you have made out more times than ellie can count on both hands, but it never leads any further. something always comes up—you have to get to bed, dinner’s ready downstairs, things like that. more often than not, you stop because ellie feels like she’s going to lose control of herself and scare you away.

but this time, it’s different.

your hands, soft and warm, skate up ellie’s tattooed arms. your perfectly manicured nails rake through her hair. your eyes are blown nearly black with lust when you pull away, staring up at ellie like you’re silently begging to be fucked.

“ellie,” you whisper, frustrated by the sliver of mattress that separates the two of you.

“yeah, yeah, angel, i’ve got you.” she closes the gap, climbing between your spread legs until she’s hovering over you. she nudges her nose against your cheekbone. “so pretty underneath me.”

and god, you are so pretty underneath her. white off-the-shoulder top skewed from her touches, lips swollen, soft locks of hair splayed around your head. that look in your eyes that says i’m yours, please take me. she wants to hear you scream her name.

the lewd, wet sounds of your make-out sesh go right to her cunt; she doesn’t even realize she’s grinding down against you until she feels your hips move in response, in search of friction. the sensation draws a ragged moan from her, and then she’s grabbing at your thighs with a touch that will certainly bruise. you won’t be wearing a skirt this short tomorrow.

“take this off,” you breathe when you pull back from the heated kiss. you’re tugging at her tattered band tee. “and your pants.”

a surprised huff of laughter leaves her lips. “whoa there, sweetheart. you sure?”

her eyes find yours. she’s just as turned on as you are, but she can still stop while she’s ahead. now, if you get her down to her boxers? that might not be so easy to come back from.

you stare back at her, unblinking. “i’m sure.”

sitting back on her heels, ellie keeps her eyes on you while she works her shirt up over her head. she revels in the way your eyes leave hers, only to admire the sight of her naked torso, her ample tits with dusty rose nipples. your tongue swipes over your lips. her clit twitches.

she has to get up to take her pants off, and when she does, she notices that you’re not making any efforts to undress yourself. she stops with her belt unbuckled, button undone, zipper pulled down. “what, i don’t get to see my girl naked?”

“only if you’re good,” you say with a wicked smile. it catches her off guard, hearing a comment like that from you, but it does encourage her to push her jeans down to her ankles.

when she gets back on the bed and kisses you again, you’re not as soft. not as pliable, like putty in her hands. no, you’re insistent—your tongue breaches her mouth almost instantly and you lick into her until he’s nearly panting. you’re sitting up in your disheveled clothing, holding her face and kissing her like you’re going to swallow her whole. given the fact that you’re usually the one on the receiving end of kisses like this, ellie’s surprised. she breaks the kiss and gives you a look - one you feign ignorance to.

“i’m—sorry, am i reading this wrong? i thought… aren’t you a virgin?”

you smile at her, eyes heavy-lidded. “oh, ellie, baby.”

the way you sound makes her go dizzy for a second. sultry, raspy, sexy. your voice must’ve dropped a couple octaves. you’re not a virgin, she suddenly realizes, not even close. not when you’re dipping your head into her neck and smothering her with hot, wet kisses, your hand moving to grope at the wet spot soaking through the thin fabric of her boxers, fingertips tracing heavy over the outline of her pussy. a moan leaves her lips before she can think to stifle it. worse, she bucks her hips up to chase your touch.

you suck your teeth. disapproving.

“eager, aren’t you?” you move to climb off the bed, kneeling beside it. the sensation of your fingers, skating right over the waistband of her boxers, makes her whimper. she whimpers.

“baby, you’re killing me,” she chokes out. you run a french-tipped nail over her sparse happy trail. she bites her lip.

“i know,” you respond, and your voice is still sickly sweet. “but i’ll take care of you, el. don’t you want that?”

she’s not sure what that means exactly, but she finds herself nodding quickly.

turns out that it means eating her pussy like a fucking porn star.

you’d ripped off her boxers in one swift motion, then spit a glob of saliva onto her flushed, aching clit. wasting no time at all, you’d slid your fingers through her cunt with the lubrication of your own spit, and finally, when she didn’t think it could get better, you’d put your mouth on her. and that’s what it’s been like for the past few minutes. you’re tongue-fucking her now, face buried so deep between her legs she can’t imagine how you’re not gasping and sputtering for air.

“jesus christ, babe,” she gasps, involuntarily thrusting her hips up. your tongue pushes further into the constricting heat of her cunt and she throws her head back, overcome with bliss. but then you’re pulling back, mouth leaving her soaked pussy. the loss makes her whine again.

“wh—what happened?” she’s dazed.

“you’re being a fucking brat,” you respond as you rub a hand over your mouth to wipe away the wetness. “can’t just let me eat you out, huh? have to push it. god, ellie.”

you sound genuinely pissed off, so she flushes red with embarrassment and gives you an apologetic look. “i’m so sorry, i couldn’t—”

“—couldn’t control yourself?”

she stares, mouth hanging open. you laugh, a humorless chuckle. and then you’re standing up, reaching under your skirt to slide your panties down your thighs.

“listen, baby,” you say as you step out of your underwear and move to straddle your girlfriend’s thighs. “if we’re gonna fuck, you need to learn how to control yourself. be a good girl for me. can you do that?”

in all of her daydreams about your first time having sex as a couple, she’d never imagined this.

“yes,” she hears herself say. “i can do that.”

“do what?”

“i can…” ellie’s cunt weeps another rush of wetness. “i can be a good girl.”

satisfied, you reach down to swipe your fingers through her folds—still sticky and wet from your unfinished head. “when i ride you, i don’t want to hear a sound. okay?”

“o-okay.” she’d agree to anything at this point. she’s under a trance. your rose-scented, strawberry-flavored hypnotism.

when you finally slide into a comfortable position, bare, soaked cunts sliding against one another, she bites her tongue so hard she swears she tastes blood. a strangled, ragged sigh leaves her nose, nostrils flaring as you lift your hips and move them back again. you’re wet, soft, and skilled with your hips. everything she’s dreamed of and more. she wants to moan your name, but the way you’re looking at her, like a siren ready to drag her underwater, it keeps her from making a single fucking peep. she lets you take what you need, content to stare in awe as your tits bounce beneath your pristine white shirt.

“doing so well for me,” you praise, hips circulating in a good rhythm now. “you can talk, baby—tell me, how’s my pussy feel?”

“fuuuuck,” she practically wails, “you’re so good, god, feels s’fucking good.”

“mm,” you hum. you’ve found a rotation to hit a spot that fills you with white-hot pleasure, and each time you lift your hips and rub against her again, you feel yourself getting closer and closer to an orgasm. “your cunt feels good, el. might come soon, would you like that?”

she nods. you can feel her hips twitch, like she’s dying to fuck herself up against you, but you’re so close to the edge that you don’t have it in you to chastise her. you do, however, have it in you to tell her, “beg for my cum, then. be a good girl, you said you’d be a good girl.”

“please,” she gasps, feeling your cunt twitch against hers, “please, baby, need your cum.”

she’s getting close too, so she doesn’t feel embarrassed that you’ve got her whining, desperate for you to cream all over her. it’s hot, actually, the fact that she’s begging for you. her sweet, innocent little girlfriend, giving her the ride of her life and making her beg for you. she’d never considered this. stupid of her.

emboldened by her impending orgasm, ellie reaches for one of your hands and moves it from her shoulder to her throat. her eyes are wide and pleading when you look down at her. relief overcomes her features when you adjust your grip and then squeeze, her pulse thudding beneath your fingertips.

this is new for her. it’s all new for her. but when you come with your hand around her throat and your cunt sliding, drenched, against hers, she can’t help but scold herself internally for not doing this sooner. you don’t whimper or cry when you come, but you do say her name, drawing it out in that low, gravelly voice of yours that she hadn’t heard until today. and that’s enough for her to reach her own high, coming with a ragged groan. a mistake that she doesn’t process until she’s spent, panting, still dizzy with the fading pleasure that leaves her in waves.

you’ve gone still on top of her.

she looks at you and finds your expression displeased.

“i’m—shit, i’m so sorry. i’m so sorry, sweetheart, I really wasn’t thinking.”

“i can tell,” you say, voice flat. she moves to lift you from her lap, intending to get up and clean you both up, but you swat her hands away. “did i say we’re done?”

she stutters for a second before she can get out real words. “no, you…didn’t.”

“i can tell you’re going to be a tough one,” you sigh, “but you’ll learn.”

and with that, you start moving your hips again. the overstimulation on ellie’s still-sensitive clit makes her jolt, but one pointed look from you has her going still again. your hips form slow, narrow circles. cum seeps out of your cunt and leaks down onto hers.

after an agonizing minute or two, the pain of overstimulation melts into pleasure. you notice ellie’s expression change, a wrinkle forming between her brows again.

“there’s a good girl.” your praise is music to her ears. her lips open to allow her to breathe as heavy as she needs to, heaving gasps that go straight to your sopping cunt. you gush even wetter.

“mmph, fuck,” ellie groans. she shoots a worried glance up at your domineering face, but when she finds that you’re gazing down at her with unbridled lust in your eyes, she relaxes again.

“you can make as much noise as you want now, pretty girl,” you assure her. “i wanna hear how good i make you feel. even when you’ve—mm, even when you’ve been a bad girl. and you don’t deserve it.”

if she weren’t already turned on again, she is now. you start to ride her in earnest again, fucking down onto her in a rhythm that has the entire room ringing out with sounds of skin slapping against skin. she grabs your hips to hold herself steady, but then you push her shoulders until she falls back onto the mattress. your hands grab her wrists, and she’s entirely unsurprised when you pin them above her head and ride her faster, harder—she’s unsurprised, but it still makes her cry out in pleasure.

“baby, i need you to apologize,” you coo down at ellie as you continue your relentless riding.

“h-huh?”

“apologize for coming without permission,” you clarify, voice just a little strained.

“oh,” ellie says. her brows are pulled together; her face is all twisted up in an absolutely sinful expression, one that makes your cunt feel impossibly wetter. “i’m sorry, babe, i already said sorry.”

“then say it again, if i tell you to.” you lift your hips until you’re barely touching her, and when she starts to sputter pathetic, whiny apologies in an endless stream, you drop your greedy cunt back onto hers.

“you really are a brat,” you tell her. it’s getting harder to talk to her like this, straight-faced and patronizing, because you’re getting close again. but you steel yourself and go on. “such a bad girl, what should i do with you, hm?”

“anything,” ellie blabbers, wrists flexing in your grasp, “i’ll do anything—i’ll let you do anything to me.”

“oh?” you smile, still gasping lungfuls of air, exhausted but chasing your second climax. you lean forward and lick along the angle of ellie’s jaw, up up up to her ear. she shivers violently as you whisper, “you’d let me fuck your tight little hole?”

you can’t see her face with your mouth against her neck, kissing and sucking and biting at her sensitive skin, but you imagine that she looks shocked. and you don’t blame her. you’ve got your good girl act down, you have for years. and ellie fell for it, bless her heart. she probably thought this would go differently; probably imagined she’d be the one overstimulating you and making you whine and beg and whimper, shaking like a leaf as you near another orgasm. but here you are.

and you’re glad she so obviously likes it.

“yes,” ellie hisses through her teeth. “yes, yes, i’d—you could fuck me, whatever you want.”

“bet you’d love it,” you tell her honestly. “you’d love having your pretty pussy stuffed with my cock, wouldn’t you?”

you’re practically dripping sweat at this point from the exertion of tribbing, clothes clinging to your body with perspiration. under your skirt, ellie’s pelvis is drenched with sex.

“yessssss,” she cries out, eyes squeezing shut. “i’d l-love it, yes, fuck…”

“are you gonna come for me, pretty girl? you can—you’ve already made such a mess.”

she’s nodding, gasping. crying, even. you don’t notice until she sniffles, drawing your attention to her reddened face. her cheeks shine with tears. you coo a gentle good girl at her and she lets a high moan loose.

“come, el. come for me.”

she doesn’t need much encouragement, she really doesn’t, but your command pushes her over the edge. coming with a cry that nearly tears her throat apart, she shakes and shivers in your hold until you finally let up and slow your rolling hips. ellie looks so beautiful when she comes, and right after, too. dazed, pussy drunk, eyes foggy. lips chewed raw. tears still wet at the corners of her eyes.

“you didn’t come again,” she points out. she sounds so small.

“i know,” you agree. “but you can fix that, sweet girl.”

finally releasing her wrists from your grip, you roll onto the bed beside her on your back. you reach a hand between your legs and swipe your fingers through the puffy folds of your cunt, releasing a satisfied hum when you feel how soaked you are.

you’re surprised when you look up and find her already making her way between your legs, eyes glued to your pussy.

“i can fix it,” she repeats. “can i taste you?”

“oh, ellie,” you say, “i knew you’d be a good girl. go ahead.”

[bblairxe]

    “shit, jesse kill ‘em. he’s right there oh, MY FUCKI-“

    the sound of ellie’s loud keyboard smashing was tuned out by music from your headphones. bobbing your head along to the beat of the song, clueless to your raging girlfriend across from you. 

    while you’re scrolling on your phone a photo of ellie shows up. she has her shirt in between her teeth, abs on displaying and glistening with sweat. your thighs close together, starting to rub in search of relief, but nothing helps. a whine of frustration leaves your lips. you’re clearly desperate to ease the ache between your legs, and since you can’t take care of it yourself, you look over at ellie.

    in a swift motion, your feet touch to ground guiding you to the energetic auburnette. you come to her side, leaning down to press a peck to her cheek. “hi els, how much longer you gonna be?” you say sweetly, swaying your hips side to side. 

    you hear a couple of laughs and whistles bleed through her headphones before she quickly shushes them up. “probably another hour or so, need something baby?” she replies, pulling one ear cup to the side so she can hear you properly. 

    a whine escapes your lips, disappointed from her answer, but nothing a mute button won’t fix. you lean closer to her, sucking a small bruise right below her jawline. the gesture elicits a whimper, one she has to quickly cover up with a cough so her teammates won’t suspect anything. 

    her eyes go to find the mute button, tapping it swiftly. you see her lips parting to speak, but you silence her, pressing a finger to them. “wanna try somethin’. can you stay quiet for me, love?” your voice is sweet but there’s an underlying tone of connivance.

    she nods weakly, her eyes are big and focused on you almost like she’s in a trance. you give her a small smile, moving her chair from her desk so you have enough room to sit between her legs. you rest your head on her thighs, covered by space pajama pants, rubbing small loving circles over them. ellie stares down at you, mouth slightly open, struggling to process if you’re really doing what she thinks you are.

    and you are, taking the waistband of her pants and boxers, pulling them down. she’s completely exposed to you, legs spread, her cunt glistening in the dim lighting. you can see her clench around nothing; slick coating the chair. you press a long, loving kiss to her clit, swirling your tongue around the swollen muscle. 

    she lets out a whimper, pushing her hips farther into your face. she gets so lost in the pleasure, not even hearing her friends repeatedly calling her name.

    “ellie? ellie, are you there? we’re about to start the next match.” a voice calls out.

    “dude she’s probably getting spilt open,” someone replies, presumably ‘jesse’ from earlier, earning a bunch of laughter from the party. 

    she groans and clears her throat, trying to sound somewhat normal. “shut the fuck up jesse, i was getting water. w-we can play now.” her stutter makes mentally face palm herself but you love it.

    you’re eager to pull more of those pretty sounds from her; see her fall apart in front of you. your arms are locked firmly under ellie’s thighs, holding her waist. your tongue glides down to her hole, relishing in the taste of her. she takes her hand off the mouse, using it to push your head farther into her, causing her character to die. her teammates scold her for it, but she couldn’t care, not when you’re making her feel like this.

    she grinds her hips up into you, her other hand gripping the chair’s arm rest. “shit, feel so good. don’t, don’t stop,” her head falls back against the chair, not even realizing she said her thoughts out loud. luckily, her words were overpowered by the loud chatter of her friends.

    as much as you love seeing her like this, you don’t want to share it with anybody else, so you let up from her. “be quiet for me, els. don’t want them to hear, do you?” you whisper, before diving back into her. your tongue working on her swollen clit, sucking and licking all over her. 

    she nods and lifts up her head to look at you. the sight of you in between her legs makes her extremely close to finishing. her hand grabs a fistful of your hair, the other slapping over her mouth to suppress another loud moan. 

    you flatten your tongue out, letting her grind on it. bringing two fingers to her slit, coating them in her juices before plunging in. the feeling of your fingers filling her up makes her shutter. her hand scrambles to find the mute button again, needing to let you know how good you’re making her feel.  

    “mmmh - gonna cum baby, gonna cum all over you,” her words are mushed together, a small whimper in between each of them. 

    you hum against her, increasing the pace of your fingers and giving her bud a hard suck once more. with that, a guttural moan leaves her throat and her juices coat your face. her hips stuttering against you as you continue your ministrations, letting her ride out her orgasm. 

    she taps at your shoulder, a signal that she’s done. you lift up from between her, her beautiful, half - lidded green eyes meet your lustful ones. admiring how pretty she is like this, all fucked out and panting. you maneuver your way out from underneath the desk to straddle her lap, giving her soft, deep kisses. the two of you stay like that for a moment, ellie getting ready to tell them she’s going to head to bed for the night until the two of your hear jesse’s voice again. 

    “didn’t know water could do all that, williams.”

[kyra45]

Keys dragon (and two demons) Palestine art event!

Hey everyone! I’m Key (or Jess) and I’m here bringing you a special art event to see how well it works! I am a digital artist who draws mostly dragons and decided to run two special events for Palestine donations!

The rules are simple:

Donate to a vetted/verified/legitimate Palestine fundraiser (here’s a list you can use!) and I’ll draw you a dragon! The dragon is yours to keep just don’t sell it please. It will be random unless you tell me what colors you’d like.

Additionally! If I can reach 100 people donating I’ll draw/design Key a demon form. So! Just reblog with proof you donated (or contact me with proof) and tell me what colors you’d like. The result will be posted once it’s completed.

As for myself, you don’t have to give me anything in return besides reading my guides that’s all I ask. But you can see my ko-fi here if you wanna look at it.

Anyway. Let’s see if we can reach 100!

Also you can check out @artofshadowfoxsilver for my art examples.

(Progress: 10/100)

Bonus dragons every 10 donations!

Bonus 1

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Bonus event/goal (Started 8/8/2024)

Donate an amount equal to my commissions to fundraisers linked below and get the relevant reward as thanks!

Reach $1,000 and I’ll design Jess a demon form too!~

$0/1000

$15 - Shaded headshot

$20 - Shaded Fullbody

$33 - Custom character with a refsheet

Contact me and mention this event to get the art and supply a reference for headshot/fulbody or details for the custom character!~

Links:

Operation Olive Branch | el-shab-hussein + nabulsi's spreadsheet | gazafunds directory | operation poppy flower | project watermelon | strawberry seeds

(All art done is sfw only)