#from overstimulation

[gomzdrawfr]

We’re gonna start the day strong by having crying Price thoughts

[tibby-art]

canon event for me

[matcha-gh0st]

SpongeBob doodles, and a plankton comic I'll probably not finish lol

[nordidia]

raphie doodles from a rage filled day

(first one is the only kinda /srs one, u can laugh i promise bc if this wasnt me i'd laugh my ass off /pos) i had to project. also i love my friends sorry i yelled at yall xx

just period thingz... surely it has nothing to do with my genuine anger issues. no its just all hormones i promise guys. trust.

its a little pathetic i was genuinely warm inside and inches away from trashing my desk for ZERO FUCKING REASON. WHY?!?! WHAT THE FUCKAEHNGHJSDAGHAH send me to hell im begging

that second panel is something i actually do irl to iben when i need him to stfu so fucking immediately and he has dubbed it "the jojo stare" and its so fucking funny until i need him to stfu so fucking immediately (he drew this one time when i did it at him)

[softersynths]

what’s shiftys reaction to ford coming back?

[satorusluver]

Sorry but "slightly evil" canon L is just so interesting to me.

The L who calls himself justice, but the real reason he's spent his life catching criminals isn't out of a sense of justice; it's because it's fun for him.

The L who's willing to lie and cheat and break the law, to use thieves and conmen to achieve his goals. Because it's all a game to him and he'll do anything to win.

The L who's incapable of trusting anyone, perhaps partially because he projects his own sly nature onto others, and because he's had no one get close enough to him to change his mind.

The L who doesn't know how to love in a healthy way, or how to love at all, and isn't sure he's even capable of it, but who knows that he feels something for you he's never felt for anyone else.

The L who would have no idea what to do with the emotions he feels for you, who wouldn't know how to open up his heart and his life and be vulnerable with another person, but who finds himself for the first time in his life wanting to try.

The L who knows he is a monster, and has always been content with being one, until you managed to work your way into his heart.

[juvellianbombus]

GUYS I HAD A VISION

GEORGES THE POSTMOTH

[pokeberry5]

revamped my tensa zangetsu redesign and redrew an old piece

[thejeangreysummers2]

slow burn // retired // roomate !! simon “ghost”’riley

⁃ everything you do has more color and intention than the sparse minimalist nature of his bedroom

⁃ after you get a stressed and a little weepy at a kitchen disaster he starts scrawling on the kitchen notepad which meals he made for you

⁃ after work you end up having dinner together it starts as watching trashy reality tv together on the couch (he pretends to be disinterested but is quickly sucked into the antics of 90 day fiancée, he watches it the same as a bad football game grumbling at the screen.)

⁃ there’s something achingly domestic about being with you he really tries to be a gentleman and all—

ignoring the squeaks of your bed springs from across the hall or your moan through the wall when you’re alone at night and he excuses himself at breakfast after an eyeful of your tiny pajamas that leave him incredibly hard

⁃ on the weekends you get into the habit of reading next to him on the couch as he lazily watches baseball (american sports make him sleepy, but the excuse to have you propped up against him makes it all worth it)

⁃ he notices you start to read in your room, joining him for dinner face flushed. you used to explain the plots of your current reads. he is softened when you begin leaving library books on his nightstand. but now he wonders why you’re pulling away, avoiding his eyes, and refusing to answer his questions.

⁃ a few days later he knocks on your door, overcome with anxiety he enters without pausing for your response. he catches you face flushed partially under the covers with a bodice ripper.

⁃ “i read it for the articles.” you quip

someone must’ve said that about playboy once right? he never mentioned anything about the vintage playboys scattered across your apartment. but you seemed embarrassed by this ??

⁃ simon can’t stand the idea that you’ve been pent up by yourself and he’s jealous that your imagination is fodder for your fantasies when he can give you the real thing.he finds himself buying a copy, longing to provide pleasure for you.

⁃ “how come you didn’t recommend me those books love?” he pries teasingly poking at you embarrassment

wondering if the interest is imagined when he sees you staring at him after he returns from running. or gazing at his mouth for a moment too long. ghosting over his knuckles as you take his dishes to wash (after all he cooks for you every day)

⁃ “i didn’t see you as the kind of man who has a taste for romance novels.”

the word taste has him reeling. seeing you shift your thighs searching for friction makes him desperate.

“love— if you read it to me, i would eat every word.”

he doesn’t want to make your nervous, overplay his hand.

⁃ he’s enamored when you read to him on the floor of the living room for a few days after dinner, you find yourself resting on top him instead of in the rug. he sits through chapters of exposition pining at your lilting voice.

[dustykneed]

leave him alone he's on his period...

[shiganshinaslut]

18+||MINORS DNI

If you start crying while Aki is eating you out he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze and mumbles “You’re okay.” And you know he’s right. You’re safe with him and he’s there to take care of you.

[shotmrmiller]

Hello! I love your writing style!!

So... Thoughts on Drunk Johnny eating pussy?..

ty!!

you knowwwww what it is.

it's an aggressive, sudden tug of your bottoms, the sound of fabric straining and stitches snapping agonizing to your ears because these are your favorite pair :(

he has a crazy glint in his eye. wild. primal.

he's tossing you on the bed, hooking your legs over his shoulders and devours your cunt with a fervor that borders on desperation. each hot stripe he licks up your slit is indecent. arousal smears across his face, drops of it dangling from his chin.

he's got this raw, unbridled hunger to him. eats like it's a damn necessity (which it is to him.) it's messy, it's gross and he's going at it with an almost palpable urgency.

slick coats his fingers, a glossy, sticky mess and he brings them to his lips, lickin em clean. nothing goes to waste here.

(afterwards, he's eating that pot pie you made for dinner with his bare hands. just scoops that shit up and goes right down the hatch lmao)

[ashlinxsloves]

Me: I can fix him

The him in question:

Even a guillotine can't take away the head I would give Tate Langdon.

[emmcfrxst]

I feel like Arthur loves it when you show your neediness..like when his fingers inside of you and you start rocking your hip or when he’s inside and taking forever to move so you start when he falters or when you chase his mouth after a kiss…I’m obsessed

he gets so power drunk over you being desperate for him. any trace of timidity or self deprecation is immediately thrown out the window, getting replaced by a playful, confident (and a little bit cocky!) downright sensual arthur morgan. will coo at you with the biggest, smuggest grin ever and will also bat his eyelashes at you and look at you with mock pity and go “what was that, darlin’? couldn’t hear ya…” when you whine and beg for him to stop teasing you

[veritas-scribblings]

buzz - @bartylusmicrofic - words: 977 [explicit / NSFW]

[inspired by @lexithwrites's post, which appeared in my feed: terribly sorry for doing this again, I will stop!]

Regulus has always been a little bit sceptical about it all. Insanity runs in his family, you see, and he has been somewhat hesitant to tempt fate. Some days, Regulus thinks that perhaps that’s where everything went wrong with his mother and Sirius, all the high-running emotions between them, the screaming, the manipulations and emotional blackmail. All the gaslighting. There’s definitely something diagnosable going on, in his not-so-professional opinion. Some days, Regulus thinks that insanity is closer to him than he would like. After the whole business with Cousin Bellatrix and that cult she’d run off to join…well, ‘fate’ seems to have a choke hold on the family.

So, when Regulus finds himself laying on the floor with Barty, drinking cider and smoking a spliff, he would like to think that his first thought was something along the lines of, ‘I should probably exercise some caution here.’

Unfortunately, though, that had not been his first thought.

His first thought had been, ‘It’s not so bad as a joint, right? Maybe the hypothetical schizophrenia won’t be so bad either.’

His second thought had been, ‘Why was I worried to begin with? What are even problems? No problems exist in my world.’

His third thought had led him to cheese, which had led him to seeking out the bag of shredded mozzarella he knows is kept in Barty’s fridge. Which had led Barty to laughing hysterically at him, and then joining Regulus in eating a good half of the bag. Which had led to even more hysterical laughing, because there they were cuddled up on the floor sharing a 500gm bag of shredded cheese and it had seemed like the funniest situation they’d ever been in. 

Honestly, Regulus isn’t too sure what had happened in the middle or who had moved first. It may have been Barty, because Barty is always handsy when he’s high (or, at least, more handsy than when he’s not high, because Barty tends to always be a bit handsy). It may have been Regulus, because about 10km back Regulus had decided that cuddles are exactly what he is all about.

Now, Regulus has discovered several things. He has discovered that Barty tastes like smoke and cider and shredded cheese. That Barty bites when he kisses. That Barty is a wicked, clever kisser and Regulus regrets not kissing him sooner. That Barty seems to enjoy cradling the back of Regulus’s neck and running his hands through Regulus’s hair. That running his tongue over Barty’s tongue piercing is a fascinating experience, though he hasn’t quite worked out what to actually do with the little ball of metal just yet. 

And now, Regulus is laying on the floor of Barty’s small one-bedroom apartment and some time ago his trousers and pants left his person, and he’s wrapped around Barty, one leg hooked around him, and he’s riding Barty’s thigh like his life absolutely depends on it. Like his body has a mind of its own. 

And it feels good. Barty feels good. Barty feels incredible. Regulus is high, and not on spliff, because there are fireworks shooting through his entire body, exploding at every rock of his hips, and his brain has clearly evacuated due to the danger. 

Distantly, he is aware that there are two thought trains travelling through his brain right now. The first thought train is headed somewhere within the vicinity of: Barty is family and we don’t do this with family and what if this fucks with everything between us, I can’t lose my best friend. The second thought train, the one Regulus has long boarded, is headed towards: why the fuck didn’t we do this sooner, this is the best idea ever, why have we wasted all these years not doing this. 

Regulus gasps, shivers when Barty’s slides his hands behind him and guides Regulus’s hips to grind down on his thigh harder. Regulus is dizzy. Everything about his world feels louder. Every brush of Barty’s skin against his is electric, euphoric, and he isn’t sure whether it’s from the spliff or from the sheer bliss washing through him in waves. 

Distantly, Regulus is aware that he’s moaning, whimpering, that his head is tipped back, that Barty is sucking and biting at his neck between saying something that Regulus can’t make out because it sounds like a huge blur of words strung together.

‘Fuck,’ Regulus gasps, ‘fuck, fuck,’ and then louder, startled as Barty pulls away to sit back on his haunches, ‘Fuck, what! What the fuck!’

Barty grins, laughing a little like he has been struck with the most amazing idea. He runs his hands over Regulus’s bare legs, trails the tips of his fingers across the wetness smeared along the insides of his thighs. His eyes are sparkling, though a little bit dazed. 

And then he goes down between Regulus’s legs; Regulus’s head spins and his breath hitches. He knows it’s coming, but he can’t grasp a single coherent thought well enough to not completely lose himself when it finally does come.

The first slide of Barty’s tongue through his wetness has Regulus weak and swearing loudly and filthily. He’s already so sensitive there and Barty doesn’t take things slowly (he never does). He runs his tongue directly over Regulus’s swollen arousal before taking him into his mouth. And he sucks mercilessly, rubbing his tongue back and forth, driving Regulus higher and higher and higher.

Barty pulls back suddenly, just a little, and Regulus whimpers at the loss of his touch, hands flying down to try and grab Barty's head to bring him back into place.

‘I knew it,’ Barty says. His grin is wolfish. He laughs, and Regulus can feel his breath in hot puffs between his legs. ‘I always knew you’d taste amazing.’

And then Barty goes back down, slides his tongue to tease between Regulus’s folds, takes Regulus into his mouth again. Regulus slams his hand down onto the carpet and swears, bucking into his mouth.

And he comes undone.

[mommybites]

The embarrassment and humiliation will forever give me the greatest pleasure of any scene I’m running. Having to pull their hands away as they fruitlessly try to cover their face, their need. Spreading their legs wider as they whine in such a sweet song. You always look so beautiful when your face is rosy with blush and your cheeks stained with tears, my dear ♡

Now try again, and don’t hold anything back from me.