#freak moods

[t-oriand]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[deadwooddross]

A creature I've been doodling for awhile now who as of yet has no name.... but at least she's cute

[p3achj3llyf1sh]

Those new shadow forms, ey?

[erufin-art]

Tried my hand at making a GGG God OC. Introducing Harning, God of Caution

As a mortal they had a tendency to second-guess the things around them, especially in terms of safety, and often took action to get rid of the possible risks. The Grove became much safer thanks to them, shaky infrastructure was fixed, fences were put up around dangerous areas, etc. That's what led to them being elected as the new god. However, after ascending they felt like they were under an obligation to detect any & all possible risks before they resulted in something bad, and the pressure stressed them out so much that their usual caution and tendency to notice threats early turned into overthinking and paranoia. They became so afraid of everything and didn't know what to tackle first that the aspect of taking action against these dangers got pushed into the background.

In a hypothetical chapter with them, Godpoke would have to deal with a lot of obstacles put up for "safety" and would have to find a way to remind them that they can't prevent every disaster, but must do their best and just stressing out about every possibility under the sun isn't as helpful as actually helping with even one thing.

[octoxicash]

buncha doodles from call with bestie Ver today. most revolving around Kramer life_condiments/vinegar-rights twitter post (i dont feel like tagging them twice since ive decided to post these on twt too) abt Benrey keeping Gordons severed hand. but theres also some random doodles in there too for the tumblr exclusive special

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Halloween Shana! Would really be interested to see Sirius and Mollys conversation at the black house during Phoenixes dont take orders in Siat 😍 Otherwise gimme your fave rare pair <3

When Dean filches his brother's address from the registrar's office, he thinks it has to be a mistake. Sam couldn't afford to live here if he sold both kidneys. He couldn't afford to live here if he had a fucking kidney selling side hustle.

Breaking into this place is out of the question, so instead of sneaking in during the middle of the night, he shows up bright and early and gives the doorman his most charming grin. "I'm here for Sam Winchester."

"Is he expecting you?" he asks, bored.

Dean's smile doesn't dim. "Not exactly. I'm his brother."

That gets some life in the doorman's eyes and he checks his computer. "Dean Winchester?"

What the fuck. Apparently Sam does live here. "Got it in one."

"Right this way, sir," he says gesturing to an elevator with no buttons that opens for him. "It will take you directly to the penthouse."

The penthouse? The penthouse?

He'd going to get Sam to help him find Dad, but first things first he's going to shake Sam until some answers fall out, because what the hell.

He takes the elevator up and walks cautiously into some sort of entry room. He has to resist the urge to walk though gun first, the place all smooth lines and chrome and dark colors. It's freaking him out.

The kitchen is even more chrome and black cabinets and black tiled floors, but there's also his little brother, standing there shirtless in black silk pants and fiddling with what he thinks is an espresso machine. "Sam?"

He turns quickly, eyes widening in surprise. "Dean? What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" he scoffs. "What are you doing here?"

Sam stares. "I... live here?"

"Here?" he repeats. "Here?"

His little brother is rolling his eyes, as if he's the one being ridiculous and not perfectly reasonable.

There's the sound of someone walking and an admittedly drop dead gorgeous red head turns the corner, a black silk robe open and revealing matching lace panties and bra. She gasps, fluttering her hands over her mass of curly hair. "Oh, Samuel! You didn't tell me we had company!"

She doesn't make any effort to close her robe.

Sam rolls his eyes. "As if you didn't know he was coming. You should have told me we were having company."

"Yes, well, where's the fun in that?" she asks, grinning as she crosses the room over to Sam. She's so short that Sam has to practically bend in half to kiss her, and woah, what the hell?

Sure, she's hot, but she's a least a decade older than Sam. Probably closer to two. What the hell is going on here?

"Dean," Sam says, his hand on her waist. "This is my girlfriend, Rowena."

[anonymousblackmale]

Give em head until they tap out.

[r0seb100d]

JACK DUNCAN MOODBOARD

Hope you enjoy! 🤍

[hungharrington]

jayy!! lately i’ve been thinking that steve really really likes it when you ride him. like yeah, he loves to see you on top but i feel like he loves the idea of you using him to get off yknow?? like he just wants to be your boy toy. doesn’t even care if he doesn’t cum, but gets SO WHINY and blushy when he does cause he just feels so so lucky to have you jump his bones🙌

UGH i need him like i need to BREATHE. need him to whine in my ears 24/7

-🍒

oh lawd. this one…. brain goes BRRRRRRR what did you PUT in this ask cherry…. does this fit the prompt? maybe 🤪 but it was written at work so have mercy on me

Of all the things Steve loves in the world, making you feel good? Top of the list.

That much is a given— with the fervor in which he’ll bury his face between your thighs, moans that vibrate against your cunt just right, his fingers digging into your thighs as his hips rut against the bed.

When he’s determined to pull an orgasm out of you with his hands, his darkened hazel eyes drinking in every moan, desperately flicking between your blissed out expression and his fingers pumping into your cunt, covered in your slick— all of it shows in the ache in his pants, in the breathy noises he makes when you tip over the edge.

So, you’re not at all surprised at what he says to you that night — take what you want.

You’re both tangled together, haphazardly draped across the bed— too entranced in the hot press of each others mouth to think about letting go, even as you had both staggered up the stairs and into the bedroom. It had been one charged dinner date, with one hand far too comfortable sneaking up your skirt go tease you.

Now, Steve lies beneath you and when you break away, panting, to work on the buttons of his dress shirt, he’s a fucking sight to behold. Chest heaving, face flushed so much it crawls down his neck, his eyes fix on you with such an intenseness that it makes you shiver.

His shirt has been driving you crazy all dinner, undone just enough to show a flash of chest hair. Now you work it open quickly, each button revealing a little more of his glorious tanned chest, sprinkled with hair. Lust drools through you. You rake one hand down it, fingernails pressing into his skin lightly and Steve groans.

“Okay, you need to get naked, like, right now,” His hands pair with his words, finding the edge of your shirt. He’s tugging it up and your arms go up to let him pull it from your frame. His insistance makes your grin.

“Funny how you can say that when you’re still wearing pants.” You bicker back, using your now free hands to work on his belt buckle.

Steve watches you for a moment, his tummy clenches when you palm at his bulge for a moment and his head rolling back onto the duvet. He makes a pained noise. His hands form fists at his sides — just for a moment, before he’s sliding them up your thighs.

They creep beneath your skirt, finding the elastic of your panties — then one of his hands shift forward, cupping your heat tightly. You moan at the same time Steve does, his hand pressing up against your clit perfectly. He shakes his head on the bed, his hair messing up against the sheets.

“I take it back,” He whines. His hands shoot down to overtake yours, shucking his pants down his thighs as best he can. Just the thin material of his boxers remains. “I don’t think I can wait, honey, I need— you can just- please,”

“Hey, hey, I got it, I got you,” You push his hands away and Steve melts. He grows still, only his hands twitching and his neck craned up to watch as you tug his boxers down.

His cock must be aching with the way it looks, all pretty and flushed in the head, crying just for you. You can’t help yourself, giving it a quick pump, rubbing the head with your thumb.

Steve keens loudly, his body growing taut, his head thrown back. A strangled whimper tears from his throat. “Ngh- please, oh fuck, pleasepleaseplease—“

You release his cock and Steve deflates a bit, panting loudly. Your skirt takes only a second to remove and it takes another to push your panties to the side, your knees straddling across his hips. Your core burns hotly, clenching in anticipation of being filled.

You make sure Steve is watching as you hold his cock, prepped to sink down — and he is. His face, still flushed with his eyes bright, is intent on watch your own.

It makes the heat in your gut flare hotter. Hot lust sparks beneath your skin as he keeps his gaze on you for as long as he can — your hot, wet cunt sinking down on him finally forcing his eyes closed.

“Fuck, fuck— shit, don’t move just yet,” The words pour from Steve’s mouth, his eyes screwed up and head thrown back. Your hands shift forward, planting on his chest and you give him a minute— revelling in the delicious stretch his cock gives you. Fuck, it never gets old.

You lean down and kiss the closest skin you can find, his collarbone. Steve smiles, eyes still closed. His hands shift off the sheets, trailing from your thighs, your hips, up your ticklish sides, until he finds your face. His thumbs stroke over your cheeks delicately and when he pulls you closer, you follow without hesitance.

He kisses your lips, soft and sweet, and then murmurs against them. “Take what you want, baby.”

A little whine creeps out your mouth at his words and your hips follow without thinking, beginning to rock gently. A dose of lust licks up your spine and you sigh prettily.

Steve’s face shudders, pleasure rippling across his features and his eyes slip shut. His mouth drops open a little bit, the smallest noise escaping, his cheeks almost as pink as his lips. His eyes crinkle open, watching you closely.

“Ye- yeah, that’s it.” Steve manages to murmur. His hands haven’t left your face, still gently holding either side as you roll your hips back, slow and sensual. “Good girl.”

A gasp pushes past your lips and this time when you rock back, it’s a little more desperate. Steve moans, voice drenched in desire, and his hands fall from your face to grip the sheets. You lean on his chest further, your thighs aching deliciously as you fuck yourself on his cock— up and down, faster and faster.

“Steve,” you mewl out. It’s instinct to reach for him, to call out for him and in response, you feel the buck of his hips, pressing him deeper within you. Steve whimpers.

“You got it, honey,” He assures, voice more and more breathy. “Doing so good.”

There’s a soft squelch as you work yourself down on him, a coil of pleasure beginning to tighten up in your tummy. You feel a fiery warmth beneath your skin that spikes with every movement you make.

One of Steve’s hands comes up to cover your own, holding it tight to his chest — right over his heart and he lets the other nudge your face back to facing him. You hadn’t realised how it had begun to tilt forward, lost in your own pleasure.

“Mhm, fu- fuck, that’s my girl,” Steve whispers. You shift up to change the angle and when you fuck back down, you moan loudly — Steve writhing beneath you to contain himself from fucking up into you. You, however, show him no mercy.

“God,” Steve whines loudly. His breathes are coming out with little whimpers now. “That’s—that’s it— just fuckin’ take what you need. Take it, take it from me, baby.”

Your cunt gushes and you whimper — and you do just that.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[theaceofarrows]

Jason: "what would the founding fathers think about this?" Is such a stupid question

Jason: Like, buddy half the time I don't even care what my regular father thinks

Dick: Ha! [high fives Jason]

Tim: So true

Damian: Tt. So disrespectful

Damian: [secretly writes that down]

-

At the other side of Gotham

Bruce: [gasps and clutches chest]

Bruce: Why do I suddenly feel like my kids are insulting me?

[borgialucrezia]

DAVID OAKES as WILLIAM HAMLEIGH The Pillars of the Earth (2010) — story by Ken Follett

[kenobion]

Andrew Garfield on the Graham Norton Show

[queeniehostapasta]

Day 9300659 of drawing pookie-I MEAN UH- Broly….* Insert dramatic gulp sound VFX*

[littlexdeaths]

hi mari!!

first of all i LOVE the way you write! i love how you write eddie so much and i had a request for whenever you get the time and if you want to write it… so, i saw this spicy video (iykwim) and there was this thing that honestly made everything so much hotter. when the guy took off his girls panties he hung them on himself (he was already hard obviously) and he then f*cked her like that until they finished even on different positions……. i was speechless i have never seen anything like it and it was hot as hell!

so i was thinking of maybe you writing something like that where eddie surprises the reader by hanging her panties/thong on his hard pack and doing the reader like that. i just thought that was such an eddie/dilf!eddie thing to do i had to tell you hehe tell me what you think👀🤭

hi darling!!

and thank you so much, that really means a lot to me 🥹

also, im so sorry this definitely isn’t what you asked for, but this thought is just stuck in my head and i had to get it out. besides i needed something to make me giggle today.

so i hope this okay 🥺

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: eddie is the biggest dork of all time, allusions to oral & sex, dick talk lmao

“Eddie, take them off please?” you whine, as he continues to brush his fingers over the elastic band.

He’s been at this for the last twenty minutes, touching you over your now soaked underwear. Before teasingly running his fingers back up along the seam.

And in turn driving you absolutely mad.

His eyes meet yours, mischief clouding his irises as he hooks his fingers beneath the elastic. He tugs them down slowly, letting his fingers graze along your thighs as he goes.

Once they are finally off you breathe a sigh of relief, spreading your legs wider for him. But he’s not looking at you now. Instead his gaze is focused on the pair of panties he has hooked around his index finger.

He swings them in a circle, ignoring your groan of annoyance, “Come on, Ed, what are you doing?”

If he hadn’t been teasing you for so long you might find his actions funny, but right now all you wanted was his face buried between your thighs.

“Just… hold on a second, babe.” He says, attempting to hold back a laugh. “I wanna try something.”

You watch in confusion as he suddenly pulls his hardened cock from the confines of his boxers. That confusion turns to mock horror as he hooks your panties around his shaft.

Eddie places his hands on his hips as he begins to swing them in a circle. The article of clothing begins to swing slightly, but it’s his cock that is gaining more momentum.

“Seriously, what are you doing?” You can’t help but laugh at the utter ridiculous display in front of you.

Your boyfriend peeks up at you from under his lashes, as he continues to swing his dick around even faster. His tongue pokes out from between his teeth, as a familiar look of concentration passes over his features.

“What’s it look like, sweetheart? Tryin’ to see if I can swing ‘em in a circle.”