#he does have spurs dw

[bitin-and-barkin]

Keeping him in line

Warnings: Gunfucking, facefucking, shoe humping, sub Dutch, he's like super pathetic honestly, humiliation (Dutch Receiving), degradation, gender neutral reader, dom reader, the reader is SO fucking mean, Dutch deserves it tho, masochism, pain kink, anal, smut, all consensual dw, I like to think this could've stopped the downfall of the gang

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Thinking about being an "old friend" of Dutch.

Used to go out robbing with him back in the day, until some crap went down. He thought you died, and you thought the same for him. But after the blackwater incident, a long overdue meeting happens when you both try to rob the same train.

Thinking about him "Inviting" (practically begging) you to join him, even though you both know you're doing damn well on your own.

Thinking about once you graciously agree, he's consulting you for every little thing, saying something along the lines of "let me consult the missus/mister" before he plans any jobs, finally taking SOMEONE'S advice other than his own. Treating you like Hosea, like himself. A higher up, a leader, despite you having never set foot in this gang in over 10, 15, years.

Thinking about him insisting that you don't have to do any of the "dirty work" if you don't feel like it. Barking orders at others to "take care of it" while dragging you back to his tent for no reason at all, other than to just smoke and drink and chat about everything and nothing.

Thinking about others being weirded out and slightly jealous of all the praise and approval you get from him, with even Molly questioning if he's sweet on you. Everyone is thinking it, that maybe he had something going on with you in the past. But, even when he was with Annabelle? He had never treated her this kindly.

Thinking about him catching glances at your fingers while you handle your gun, the way you draw it and shoot in the blink of an eye. Watching your hands move as you play poker at camp, making everybody else at the table go broke.

Thinking about him watching the way your chest heaves in and out after a gunfight. Watching the way your silver tongue talks them into money and out of trouble, even better than he or Hosea can.

Thinking about him stating he needs to "take a break" with Molly due to him "needing some time alone" while she watches him talk to you the same way he used to chat with her, but with actual longing in his eyes.

Thinking about you talking to him, almost down to him, with a certain smug look on your face as he looks at you with a certain devotion on his. You calling out the flaws in his ideas and plans, doubting him, doing things that would get anybody else labeled as a traitor. But not you. Anybody but you. As when you do it? All he can do is sit there and take it.

Thinking about you pushing him down by the chest where he sits anytime he does something or says something that you don't like. Knocking his drink out of his hand in front of everybody when he gets too out of line.

Thinking about punishing him for his behavior at night, taking long drags of his cigar and putting it out on his arm as you grip his hair and shove his face into his bed as you fuck him into the sheets.

Thinking about you leaving bruises on his neck after you choke him too hard for being too mean to one of his boys or after one of his infamous plans fuck up once again.

Thinking about making him rut up against your boot as you face fuck him, saying he isn't deserving of even touching you, and if he wants release he has to work for it himself. Stating that your shoes better be shining when he's done down there as he rubs his dick against your spurs, desperate for friction.

Thinking of you fucking him with his own gun after he begs you for more, with you degrading him for getting a hard on. Asking him what the Pinkertons, what his gang, would think if they learned that Dutch Van Der Linde himself is no more than a common whore. One barely good enough to fuck. Saying that maybe you should turn him in, that way you can use the money to buy a whore that actually does what they're told.

Thinking about him crying into your lap as he begs for release, and all you do is laugh at him and shove him off, leaving him alone and aching after you climax and he doesn't. Knowing that he needs this punishment to keep him in place.

Thinking about him palming himself for the rest of the night and choking himself with a tie you got him a long time ago, fucking himself stupid with your gun which you left in his tent. But it's not enough. Such a greedy boy. It's never enough for him.

That's why you have to keep him in line. It keeps him sane.

[actual-changeling]

I agree with you that Crowley cares about humans on a more personal level, whereas Aziraphale more cares about humans in the more vague sense.

Perhaps because he thinks it's what a good angel should do. As we know, Heaven (and the high ranking angels) have never cared about humans. But Aziraphale does, at least to some extent. So this must come from his own goodness (and the influence of Crowley, probably), right? He thinks Heaven should care because he cares, and knows it the right thing thing to do.

Of course, he needs to realise that he can't just pretend that Heaven is good by pretending God doesn't want whatever bad stuff Heaven is doing to happen, for himself and to be with Crowley.

(Also, I'm sorry if this comes off rude. I genuinely don't meant it to.)

(Dw, you're not coming off as rude!)

I think with Aziraphale it's kinda half/half.

A part of him genuinely cares about humanity because he just has those thoughts and feelings as a person. However, there's also a part that cares about humanity because he thinks that's what a good angel is supposed to be like. To Aziraphale, heaven is fundamentally good, and that any cruelties and uncaring angels he has seen are an exception to the rule—get rid of a few bad apples, and heaven will be perfect, right?

It's why he thinks that being the Supreme Archangel will "make a difference", because the thought the problem were the people in charge. But if he is the one in charge then everything will be great.

The mistake here is that Aziraphale does not understand that heaven is not good and never has been. He sees Crowley's fall as a mistake because he's seen Crowley do good things, so deep-down he must still be an angel since demons are Evil and Bad.

Crowley and all the other demons falling was the system working as intended, there's nothing to fix or change. Once he actually understands that, we will finally get somewhere.

Humanity and him have had the same relationship since Eden: He is standing on a wall above them, caring in a way an angel is supposed to while staying separate and in a superior position. Giving Adam the sword was a one-time thing, a spur of the moment decision (he's very prone to those), and while he helps the individual human every once in a while, overall he doesn't engage with them.

[the-illiterate-pirate]

Congrats on 1000 followers! How about some monster fucking headcanons with were Wes?

K so my brain blocked out the "were" part of this ask but uh idrc so I'm giving you werewolf Weather along with some of my other favorite monster imagines because it's my boyfriend and I get to do whatever I want w him thanks

1k special post! Still going btw! Send me requests so I don't have to finish my Blackmore and my Weather Report fics!

Monster boy Weather Report HCs ♡ (NSFW)

Werewolf!Weather

• He'll be biting shit, getting saliva everywhere. Ofc he licks all of his bites better afterwards as a little apology

• Loves to mount you from behind ♡

• After he's fucked you good and barely conscious he turns into the biggest baby and begs for head/ear scratches. If you indulge him his tail turns into a weapon, so take caution.

• Speaking of his tail... give it a nice, gentle tug. Play with it a little.... he's a shaking mess

• Acts like he's addicted to eating you out and will overstimulate you with his tongue. Same goes for his dick too, obviously, so pick your poison ig

• Even if he's not going through a rut, or hadn't transformed yet, he's so easy to turn on, just grab his tail, itch behind the ears, give him some belly rubs, and he's immediately turned on.

• He's soo fucking hairy oh god

• Let's out the biggest "Awoo" when he comes inside you

Minotaur/Bull hybrid!Weather

• This bitch will fuck you on every surface he can; barn wall, a truck, literally anywhere there's no out of bounds.

• His fav position is to hold you up and bounce you on his cock because he likes to show off how strong he is.

• He's a rather gentle dom, but he has moments where he'll fuck you rough, it's mostly spurred on by jealousy

• He can get soo possessive over you if you spend too much time with the other farm monsters. But dw he'll fuck you good to remind you who your mate is

• He's a rescue from a breeding barn, so... due to his history his cock is pretty sensitive. He's a mooing mess if you try to give him head.

• That being said... would you even be able to fit that thing in your mouth? It's huge ... maybe just use your tongue so you don't pop your jaw out of socket. Yeah. He likes it like that, anyway.

• His tits are huge, but they're just for show. Dw he's got a different special milk you can have instead 😏😏

• He'll cum buckets inside you, then use his cock to plug you up. He'll stay like that for hours if he's got to. EVEN IF YOU CAN'T GET PREGNANT, HE WILL FORCE YOU TO STAY LIKE THAT FOREVER

• When I tell you to use his horns to steer him deeper into eating you out, I MEAN IT. HE THINKS IT'S HOT

Naga!Weather

• Hey, did you know snakes have TWO

• Double the pp double the cum. It gets everywhere

• Double penetration is almost a must, he can be persuaded into only using one. But are you really not going to let him keep both of his dicks warm?

• He likes to wrap you up in his tail while he fucks you. Don't ask how it works it just does

• LOOK I'M NOT INTO VORE BUT I'M JUST SAYING... LET HIM PUT SHIT IN HIS MOUTH

• Likes to use his tongue to tease you

• I don't think a snake tongue would feel too good... but he's eager to please

• Don't worry the teeth are retractable

• Speaking of which 😏😏😏 no gag reflex

• I'm running out of ideas but hell yeah snake sex

[squash1]

i feel like this is cheating on a school assignment....

and if u feel like it is, then feel free to not answer lol

I'm doing an essay for school and of course I picked the Raven cycle as my book/subject

and the prompt is essentially to show how a "stereotypical" character is written well to achieve the authors purpose with the story

if I go with the Raven boys (either gansey ronan Adam, I feel like Noah isn't really stereotypical), which do you think is the best choice?

I don't exactly know what I want to use as my "purpose/point" of the story because there are so many, but I wanna keep it vague until I actually pick a character if that makes sense?

either way, I just wanted to ask your advice as I have zero friends who have read trc (I know, a shame)

thank you so much!!!

first off, this is using your resources Not cheating (but also i support cheating anyway so dw)

i’ve been thinking about this a lot. i will say that i think that a Thing of trc is that none of the main boys fall into being purely stereotypical. with that said, i think you could make a convincing argument for ronan being the most stereotypical Only In the raven boys. ronan in trb is very much the angry, snarky, wears all black boy (a stereotypical character used in a lot of high school media). ronan is the only character not given a pov in the first book and i almost think that one of the Points of trc is that characters are only stereotypical until they are given a voice, or a perspective and then you’re like oh. you aren’t just an angry goth boy, you’re a complete person with complex thoughts and feelings.

that line of reason works for pretty much every other character (gansey, blue, adam, whelk, noah, etc). i was going to say maybe declan is a good example of a stereotypical character furthering the point (his dutiful, responsible actions directly contrast the gangs and spurs ronan on), but the same line of logic that works for ronan works for declan. however, declan stays a side character for all of trc and we only get his pov in tdt. i kind of feel like greenmantle might be the best Pure stereotypical character?? because he’s just an evil guy that wants to do his evil stuff.

what does the collective think??? who’s the most stereotypical??

i hope this helps?????? message me if you wanna discuss more :)

[beardedmrbean]

David Liu's gun shop looks unsuspecting from the outside. Nestled into the back of a quiet strip mall in Arcadia, near Los Angeles, Liu keeps the overhead sign of the sushi restaurant that once occupied his living-room-sized shop. He does this to remain discreet, saying the people who need to find him will seek him out. 

Liu posts fliers on his windows offering Concealed Carry Weapons (CCW) license classes in Mandarin and English, pasted below his Trump 2020 flag, orchids and decorative fish.

Liu says roughly half of his customers are Asian — primarily Chinese — and conduct transactions in their native language.

Many of his customers at his shop are like friends — regulars who come by for multiple training sessions, paperwork, or to chat. Several of them are new gun owners driven by fears over rising levels of violence and hate crimes, which increased by over 330% between 2020 and 2021, according to a report by the Center for the Study of Hate and Extremism published in 2022.

Arcadia is a predominantly Asian area just a few minutes from Monterey Park, the site of a deadly mass shooting following a Lunar New Year Festival this year.

A growing demographic of gun owners

Asian Americans traditionally have the lowest rates of ownership than any other measured demographic in the US, but saw a 43% rise in ownership between 2019 and 2020, starting with the pandemic. The COVID-19 outbreak reportedly spurred public scapegoating of Asians in the US. Crimes such as robberies and home burglaries have also increased in recent years following the pandemic and a rapid rise in the cost of living.

Liu says that in the LA area, Chinese people are sometimes violently targeted both publicly and in their homes due to a stereotype of keeping large amounts of cash on hand.

"The situation is getting worse," says Ray Gong, 27, a customer of Liu's. "I just got out of the military recently, and hearing the news, my mind changed."

Gong arrived in the US in 2016 from Hangzhou, an eastern city in China just south of Shanghai. He purchased his first pistol in August and another two firearms in September, hoping to "be ready for anything." ____________________

The correct answer is, it's none of your business why people are exercising their constitutional right to bear arms.

He says that while he hasn't experienced violence related to his ethnicity, he was discriminated against in the military, where he was prevented from taking on higher roles due to being Chinese and was often handed the work that nobody else wanted.

He is also in the process of obtaining his CCW, which typically takes over six months in California. "I'm thinking about carrying it (a gun) all the time."

Gong is now a member of a nearby shooting range and says he works on target practice at least once a week.

In a Public Policy Institute of California survey last year, two-thirds of Californians saw crime as a serious problem.

"Everyone (not just Asian Americans) is buying more guns," says Liu. "People are scared."

Ricky Wong, 44, a legal administrator, says that in the last few years, he survived a violent attack with a baseball bat and two car thefts. The attack, he said, was carried out by other Asians. He was a gun owner before, but the attack and robberies validated his decision to be armed.

Calls for justice system to get tough on violence

One of the solutions to rising violent crimes in California, Wong and Liu say, is to get tough on crime again, citing multiple murderers who were released after what they see as much-too-brief stints in prison.

Chris Cheng, a sport shooter and founding member of the Asian Pacific American Gun Owners Association, echoed the sentiment that law enforcement is not effectively tackling violent crime.

"The lack of prosecution" by district attorneys in major cities, including Los Angeles and his home, San Francisco, against criminals perpetrating racist attacks against Asians decreased the community's confidence in the criminal justice system.

"Combine that with the increased civil unrest with the George Floyd riots and the January 6 insurrection, it should come as no surprise that many Asian Americans began to understand that law enforcement cannot protect them."

However, not everyone feels that firearms are not the answer to rising hate crimes. "The firearms industry and gun lobby are currently targeting minority communities in their marketing in response to long-term stagnation in the traditional gun market of white men," according to a report issued by the Washington-based Violence Policy Center.

"As a result of their increasing size and consumer power, Asian Americans are viewed as an untapped market by gunmakers," it said.

Liu sees the motivation of his customers not as a result of marketing but as a result of fear. "It's just so dangerous out there. A lot of people buying are victims already."

[angelicimprisonment]

darlin’; cad bane blurb

It’s late again.

The buzz of the chrono on your bedside keeps you from sleep. But maybe it’s actually the waiting, the anxiety. 

He’s always late, you should be used to it by now. The longer you lay here and wonder when he’ll show, theoretically the less you have to wait. 

Well, that little spiral didn’t really pass any time did it, you think. 

You push the covers around, try to resettle. The blankets are pushing up against your arm weird and your thoughts are too loud and oops, now you’re wide awake. You sit up with a huff and stare out the window.

The bright lights of coruscant, more specifically the gaudy neon pink boutique sign, shine into your apartment. Normally, you would have closed the blinds. But he should have been here by now, and the blinds should have been the furthest thing from your mind.

But he’s late. 

You get off the mattress and wander into the small kitchenette, pouring yourself a glass of water. The air is a bit chilly without your blankets, you really should have put on some socks. You notice the stovetop was left dirty after you had made dinner, so you reach for a rag to wipe some of it off. All of a sudden, you hear the tell tale sound of a sliding window. 

“Sorry, darlin’. Got caught up with some nerf herders.”

Your head swivels to see Cad Bane climbing through your window, toothpick between his teeth. You would never tell him, but he looks incredibly goofy trying to fit his gangly body through the not so large opening. You’ve asked him why he doesn’t just go through the entrance and up the stairs and he told you it’s because there is a shift rotation of police droids that occurs on the exact street corner your apartment block is on. No time to get in or out without being noticed, and Cad hates being noticed. 

It’s not so bad, more entertainment for you.

“It’s ok, couldn’t fall asleep anyways,” you say, cradling the glass against your chest and leaning against the counter, “Those nerf herders causin’ you trouble again?”

Cad Bane takes you in as he dusts himself off from the kriffin’ window, he’s really gotta find a better way in here. But there you are, looking at him like he is the sun, the moon, and the stars. You don’t know how often he thinks of that look in your eyes, sleepy enough that it reveals too many feelings that he doesn’t want to give concrete meaning. But it causes that warm, fuzzy, suffocating feeling in his chest that freaks him out more than he thought anything could. He lets out a sigh, letting all the stress from his day off his shoulders as you start approaching him.

“Those damn fools, thought they could knock me out for the bounty drop off and take all those credits for themselves. Shoulda’ checked to make sure I was out cold first,” Cad says. You’re finally close enough to put your hands on his chest, sliding them up to his neck. He smells like blaster fire residue, and you can see some bruising forming under his jaw.

“Damn fools alright. Ya know, for someone who says they like working alone, you’re always working with someone,” you say, winking at him. He smirks at you, hands moving down to your waist, slow circles massaging the skin there. 

“Y’a think you’re smart now, huh,” he chuckles, pulling you close against him and leans down to your ear, moving the toothpick to the other side of his mouth, “you look divine, y’a know that?”

You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but he doesn’t need to know that. Your lips brush against his suspiciously warm cheek, “Do I?”

Acting like you’re going to give him a peck on the lips, you reach in and bite the toothpick right out from his teeth. Leaning out of the embrace, you give him a wink and a smirk. He stares blankly back at you, so much for quick reflexes. Maybe he really does trust you, you think.

“You’re ethereal, darlin’,” Cad lets you back away, going to pull at his neck and adjust his hat, “Now, c’mere, I’ve missed you.”

See, you were going to tease him for that, but it hits you before you can get the words out. That surprised you. It’s not often that he expresses any feelings verbally to you, let alone tell you his thoughts on anything ever. But those couple words melt you, turn your insides to butterflies, and erase any more banter you had prepared.

But hey, there’s always time for that later.

[kibaswhore]

How assorted Naruto boys have seggs (w links).

content warning: breeding, exhibitionism, anal in links, afab in links

note: I tried to make the headcanons are as gender neutral as possible, but there may be some mistakes. All characters are 18+. There may or may not be more parts to this,, I understand that just Sai, Naruto, and Sasuke isn't enough dw ;-) Read responsibly.

SAI:

Link.

- I am a firm believer that Sai will absolutely have you face down in the dirt, ass up to the sky, fucking you in the middle of a forest. 

- He doesn’t care who sees you, he’d probably love to be caught by other Anbu members on patrol. 

- And don't you forget that an Anbu Black-ops member has to be versatile; so he knows different ways to treat you well (and if he doesn't, well then he’ll learn). 

- Loves to test your limits when you two get intimate; always wanting to see what he can apply from a recent book he’s read onto you. 

- God this man loves to torture you; he’ll have you stark naked against a tree, juices dripping down your thighs as he takes you from behind while he’s fully clothed. 

- Sai will always put your pleasure before yours, as every noise you let out and movement you make brings him closer to his own release anyways. 

- Don’t expect less than 2 orgasms when he takes care of you even if it’s supposed to be a “quickie”.

Sasuke:

Link.

- Don't expect anything less than angry and passionate unless you've been married for over 5 years. 

- It’s not much of a surprise that he’d be rough with you in bed considering all of the rage he stores within him (that you eventually teach him not to suppress). But do not mistake rough for unloving, cause this man claims you when he fucks you. 

- He will hold you so close to him as his cockhead hits that place that makes you scream; because when this man has time, you can kiss any brain function you have goodbye. 

- On the topic of time, he doesn’t mind having quickies when you’re both short on it. 

- He’d rather spend hours fucking you just right and breeding you, but he doesn’t mind a blowjob in the middle of an alley (and honestly he’s torn between keeping your intimacy private and showing off how good he makes you feel, all because he wants to show you that you are exclusively his). 

- Bottom line is I can see why they thought Sai was a good substitute for Sasuke when he went rogue; both these men have no shame in where they take you.

Naruto:

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- Please give this boy kisses. 

- In the beginning, he is always trying his best to be mindful of you during sex. He looks onto you with almost amazement at how the things he does pulls certain reactions out of you, testing the waters as he tries to learn you. 

- He’d need the ok from you to seek out his pleasure using you. Once you let him know that you love being fucked like a doll, that’s it. 

- He’ll have you in a mating press or bent over on any flat surface in your home in mere seconds. 

- If your nails dig into his back or arms he may just go fucking feral. He’s pretty vocal; he’ll grunt and moan, and will get especially loud if you let him finish inside you. 

- He loves to see that ring of white around his cock after he fills you and it’ll spur him to keep going (and gosh does the boy have stamina). 

- When you tell him to stop or by some miracle he gets tired, he’ll always tend to you first to see if you’re hurt. 

- You know he hates losing control of his strength, so he needs a lot of reassuring after. 

- Naruto also may not tell you about the looks and the straight harassment the other guys give him when he’s changing in the boy’s locker room, giving any onlookers a glimpse of how good he gave it to you last night. 

- Just, please give him kisses and call him your prince (and watch how cute and flustered he gets after)!!

[4dtk]

idol!mark lee + 🖤💙 + 'I always imagine you trembling all around me as my name continues to flow from your lips'

thank u for participating! <3 they’re not related btw dw 😭

warnings: sort of sub!mark, family friend!mark, semi-public sex, secretive sex, vaginal penetration, no foreplay, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, breeding/creampie, N*SFW UNDER THE CUT

every christmas only became more confusing with you, being on the receiving end of mark’s prolonged glances and being the provider of many nights of unsatisfied highs. it wasn’t entirely your fault, either.

mark was your family friend, someone you could remember as a child where you’ve opened presents with him and stepped on legos on boxing day. from every christmas to new years was when you would spend the most time with him before he had to return back to canada, and before you knew it you were getting ready to head to high school, never to see him again.

the next? the next would be now, years later where mark was a successful idol, garnering screams from left and right while you remained a mere university student, hunching over your desk to get that grade that seemed so far away. this was the first christmas after years of not seeing the kid, who had grown into the babyface that he possessed with a more masculine touch to his features.

this was the first time mark had acted on impulse, too, since he’s met you again, pulling you by the arm into the cramped closet. he stayed silent and preying, waiting for some sort of reaction from you until you broke him out of the trance.

“m-mark?” you words are swallowed by the other who’s a year younger, while you can still hear the festive cheer going on in the background. your heart pounds in your ear, making you hyperaware of everything around you: from mark’s confident fingertips to your clenched thighs.

“tell me you feel the same.” he whispers, hand close to cramping from how tight he refrains himself from touching you. “i come back after being in Korea and your- your body formed your curves so well and your- and it just—” you’re fairly surprised at how lewdly he describes you, hand gesturing to your chest when his lips couldn’t do the trick. you can’t help but like it, his hunger stripped bare for you to see.

“oh, is that why you keep looking at me?” you ask an innocent question, smirking inwardly when he closes his eyes. he’s got to be hurting. “come, relax.” slowly you remove his hands from the wood behind you, bringing it right to your tit that’s accentuated by the clothing choice. you smile to yourself as he flashes you a surprised expression, squeezing it experimentally.

“did you imagine this? did you imagine my tits in your hand? or do you have other fantasies?”

he looked unsure, then, but with his hand already fondling your breast, he might as well confess everything. mark lets out a shaky breath, “i always- i always imagine you trembling all around me as my name continues to flow from your lips. day in, day out.”

“do you now?” you’re not exactly surprised, brushing a hand through his hair and the way he leans into it is embarrassing, but mark is far from that when all he does over the christmas turkey is stare. “well, you’re not exactly that far off from my fantasy,” his eyes flutter close as he listens to your voice, “because in mine, you’re fucking me right in this very closet, praying that none of our family members find us.”

you’re on the same page, now, and mark wastes no time to push up your tight shirt, hypnotised by the way your bra sits comfortably. he tugs it down, latching his mouth onto your nipple right away and starts sucking. you’re careful to keep your voice down, but your hands are a different story, moving over him on his sides before they settle on his erection.

“a-ah… (y/n)…” mark mumbles as you squeeze the uncomfortable strain in his pants, smearing saliva all over your nipples when he’s temporarily interrupted. he looks so pathetic, panting against your chest and that only spurs you on to squeeze harder, gaining groans into your neck. “d-don’t think i can wait.”

you pout in faux disappointment, “shame. i really wanted to suck you off. next time then.” it’s in your nature to want to teach mark everything he wants to know about a woman’s body, something that he definitely didn’t have the chance of exploring, but even you couldn’t contain your excitement when he removes his cock shyly. eyes getting used to the dark, you can see his pretty pink tip, desperate to be sunk deep into your cunt. by then, your panties were pulled down, juices sticking to your thighs uncomfortably from the mere make out session.

“c’mon. finish your fantasy, boy.” you whispers, teasing a finger over his tip until it touches your clit. it earns a soft sigh out of you, and soon mark’s able to travel lower to your hole, already sopping wet. with one sheath, mark lets out a deep moan, cock encased by your tight cunt that he’s so out of it until you slap a hand over his mouth. mark doesn’t realise the volume of his sounds, because there’s footsteps scurrying from the kitchen to the living room, one place to another.

overwhelmed by pleasure, he starts to rock into you anyway, groaning into your hand that it starts to heat up. switching to fingers were a better option, something he welcomed once your index and middle finger made its way into his mouth. he sucks eagerly, obediently keeping his voice muffled while you’re on the verge of breaking your streak.

“m-mark, oh my god— i didn’t know you were big!” your whisper out, body trapped from the other while the juices in between your legs gave you away more than your moans could.

“can my good boy make me cum, hm?” even with your coherent speech, you’re soon choking on your whines, surprised at how full you feel. “i wanna cream your cock, mark. g-go back out to open presents with my cum on your dick, would you like that?”

mark breathes heavily on your fingers, now slick with his saliva while his hips still move. they’re faltering bit by bit, signalling he’s close. his words are distorted as he speaks through your digits, “can i cum inside?”

the gasp you let out is terribly loud, nodding furiously at his question asked through such an innocent facade and big doe eyes. mark was so fucking cute, and you were sure after this, he was all yours to mess with.

“that’s it, baby— hnn, hn, hn! fuck me harder,” mark gives his all, not used to the extensive use of his hips that it ached so bad, but how could he stop when he was fucking into such a beautiful pussy?

“that’s- there! there, oh my-” you come undone first, removing your fingers in haste to hug him close to you. over his shoulders, your jaw drops and tongue lolls out, ringing his fantasy through when every inch of your body is shaking around him. mark follows with a bite to your neck, drenching it in drool as his fat cock pumps out cum into you. it’s hot and sticky, but it’s all you both ever wanted, recovering from your highs with loud breaths and heaving chests.

“find me after we open our presents. we’ll continue this, won’t we?” with a sweet little kiss, you skilfully pull down your shirt and sort yourself out, not even sparing a second glance to mark who’s head is spinning from how fucking unbelievable that was.

he would have to take you up on that offer.

event rules here

[ventismommy]

hey mom!

my req is for you to do some self care <3

jokes aside i’d love to see venti having to serve his top, tugged around and told to fuck her or eat her out, and she keeps pushing until he’s shaking, telling him to keep going and he’s just whining that he can’t- poor baby-

ik you’re busy so dw if you can’t get around to it!! the self care is vv important though

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“M-Mommy, ple-ease!”

Venti sobs underneath you, squirming and trying to reach for your hand after you deny him yet another orgasm. His eyes are screwed shut tight, tears in the corners, and he looks absolutely beautiful.

“You want to cum, songbird?”

His eyes immediately open wide and he nods vigorously at you, putting on his best puppy eyes. “Please, please, I wanna cum so bad, I needta cum-” he whines, and you cut him off by sighing and nodding.

You lay back on the pillows and spread your legs, and watch him scramble to settle between them while crying “thank you, thank you-” but you stop him with a hand on his chest and look him in the eyes. “You don’t cum until I do. Understood?”

You can see the apprehension in his eyes, but he nods after a moment. Gently he continues to settle into position, and bites your shoulder as he slides in, already twitching.

Before he even starts to roll his hips his hand is sneaking downwards to run your clit, and you moan softly, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment. And then he starts, and you can’t help but notice the shake already present in his legs.

Venti does try, he really does. He even stops himself a few times to keep from cumming before continuing. But really, the poor thing stands no chance when you’re clenching around him like that, and his orgasm hits him out of nowhere. He freezes in your arms for a second as he realizes his mistake, and he moves to pull out while stuttering apologies, assuming you’re about to edge him again. But instead he’s met with your hand wrapping gently around his throat and pulling him forward again, his hips unconsciously pushing back into you and making him squirm from the sensitivity. He stares in confusion.

“Keep going. I haven’t cum yet.”

He wants to protest, you can tell, but he doesn’t. He simply grips the sheets on either side of your hips tightly before pushing back in a little further, already whimpering. Burying his face in your shoulder, he pants heavily as he slides in and out, carefully as if trying not to lose control.

You want him to lose control.

So your hand goes down to grab his hips and force him to give a rough thrust, making you moan as he hits the sweet spot inside of you. He immediately tenses up with a wail, trying to squirm out of your grip, but you shoot him a stern look.

“Cmon, a little faster, songbird. You want mommy to cum, right?”

Venti whines brokenly, but obeys with a tiny “y-yes!” and picks up his pace. You decide it isn’t fair to leave all the work to him, so you shift underneath him, moving your hips til his thrusts are perfectly angled to pull soft sounds of pleasure from your mouth. His eyes are shut tight again as if the sight of you in pleasure is too much for him, even as he moves just a little faster, a little harder.

“Cmon, s-songbird, you can do it- ah~”

Your back arches a bit even as you praise him, a soft moan ending your sentence for you.

Venti only whimpers in response, his breaths heavy and labored- but he speeds up once more, ever a good boy. You can feel that hot, unbearable tension building up in your core, and you move your hands up to his shoulders, holding on to them. “G-Good boy, just like th-that, I’m getting clo-ose-ah~”

He chokes out a whiny “M’close t-too!” Which makes you chuckle breathlessly. “A-Already? You must be really needy, h-hmm?”

Your statement only spurs him on and he jolts before starting to give it everything he’s got, broken whimpers leaving his mouth each time his hips smack into yours. And that little push is all you need before your back arches sharply and you cry out, your orgasm washing over you in waves. He doesn’t take much time after you to cum as well, immediately slumping against your body in exhaustion. You can’t help but pat his head when you finally ride out the last waves, smiling sleepily.

“Good job, songbird~ I love you.”

“I-I love you too...” he mumbles, and you can’t help but notice how lucky you are.

[allpromarlo]

Ocs 👁👁 ? I would like to Hear them

OOOOOOOOOHHHHH BABY BUCKLE UP THIS BOUTTA BE A L O N G ONE

i'm only gonna get into the nba ocs that i have and not the like 27 other ones because issa BIG ass universe and i don't have the time nor space to talk about all of them in detail LMAO

the first one that i had was youngjae park (i created him during my kpop phase and i've gotten so used to the name that i'm not even gonna change it no more) who i had as a 7'1" athletic tANK on the blazers. kinda like nurk just a lot better and with a VERY weird homoerotic friendship with dame but that's beside the point LOL. he's the dude who went into isolation for four months and came back as super saiyan god mode korean jesus and averaged a quintuple double (dont question it.) and swept every award he was eligible for. he was drafted 16th overall in 2014 (at the age of 16 oops) by the blazers, won roty in 2015, dpoy in 2016 (my apologies kawhi) then had a terrible season in 2017 because of injures, still made the wcf with a mediocre blazers squad and missed the finals because of ONE (1) failed block on steph . then everybody was like TRADE THIS BUM I WANT HIM OFF MY TEAM but it was all sadeness when he went missing smh (hid in a small town in korea for dramatic effect because he's all about that camp shit) came back in 2018 opening night against the bulls (who dIDNT TRADE DROSE IN THIS UNIVERSE FAWK YALL) and from then on it was AAAAALLL downwards for the rest of the league. 2018 and 2019 were seasons in HELL for the warriors especially 2018 because he 112 pieced them on christmas in their own arena. threepeatdled with the blazers, got injured AGAIN in 2021 but dw he's coming for that revenge season in 2022. on his personality i'd say he walks the line between annoying and funny and does it in an exceptionally bisexual way because i said so . also he's very dramatic and probably mentally ill because a normal functioning person doesn't hibernate for almost half a damn year and then come back as a god

second one was actually youngjae's lil brother hyunjae (korean names are hard and there wasn't any other options man don't come for me) who is a whole foot shorter than his bro and plays as starting point on the spurs. he's a lot like ai in his play style but has a 3 pt shot that could beat stephs ass and was mvp in 2021. i also sacrificed giannis' championship season for him (oops sorry bout that) so him and the rest of the spurs (including keldon for better judgement) could be champions and san antonio has a legacy outside of tim duncan. ANYWAYS he doesn't have a dramatic ass backstory like youngjae but he did have a maniacal growth spurt in like two years (5'0 -> 6'1) and went from missing the playoffs without even making the play in to being a fourth seed champion in the league. he's a lot calmer and lowkey than his brother (because that bitch is BRASH but alas) and big men like pushing him around until they get the shit beaten outta them by cole grant (he's up soon). all in all he's very nice and also kinda annoying to the point that giannis intentionally pushed him in the finals lol but he has a good heart. 10/10 would recommend

next i have *checks notes* uuuuhhhh everett curtis (...) who's a 7'4" kinda lanky power forward that played in the 2000s. i always thought ai could've come further than he did if he had one other piece and everett is EXACTLY that piece except rett was actually drafted a year before ai did, 3rd overall in 1995. his career went pretty much normal, won an mvp in 00 (fuck u shaq) and a chip in 01 but after that was stuck on a somehwat mediocre sixers team outside of ai cause you know i had to do it to em. there was a whole lotta drama in the 2007 off season about him or ai potentially getting traded (kinda like the ben simmons shiii right now but more weighted) but in the end it resolved in a whole lotta nothing and rett actually re-entered his prime (?) in 2008 and won the chip with ai & melo on the team (melo has a whole autogenerated 2k career in this au but i don't have the time nor energy to get into that) anyways yeah rett eventually retired in 2015 after 20 years of the sixers (two years before ben simmons was drafted hooo lord he said i'ma save myself) and at age 39 and rn he's just kinda existing not doing a lot but he did write a book where he DOESN'T put his best teammate down relentlessly (feel yaself called scottie). as for his personality he's very laid back & calm and him and ai had a very...special bond, you may interpret that however you want LMFAO. overall a very chill dood and i wish him no harm even though i'll probably have to do it to him sorry bro

AAAAAAAAAND LAST UP the newest addition to the squad, cole grant. he was actually based off of this one dude my brother made in 2k (because his own character in mycareer was overpowered as FUCK and he wanted to make a realistic person) who was a 7'2" center with a giannis ass build who can't shoot a 3 for his life (that's what we have hyunjae for) and i put him on the spurs because hyunjae needs a friend. my dude was drafted into the nba at 23 in 2020 after a row of events that include him serving in the army because he didn't wanna pay for college but then realizing oh hell nah this ain't it and leaving. alas he's jacked as fuck now and has knocked a couple players out already (including jokic TWICE because he thought he could do sumn against his favorite little gremlin boy hyunjae) but when they leave his friends and him alone he's pretty chill. he's still underdeveloped because i just made him up like five days ago so if you want i can give more information on him later when i've developed him a lil further LOL. hwat i do know doe is that he and hyunjae have this typical "energetic small dude who's ready to fuck everything up" and "usually laid back big dude who can and will rock your shit if you hurt his friend" typa dynamic. is very funny 2 me indeed

sooooOOO that was it. that's the nba ocs that i have . again it's not all of my ocs because issa lOT of people but like i also have wnba, f1 and music ocs (the musicians root FAR back and are the start - the foundation of this entire universe of madness and unicorns) and i also altered reality to fit my agenda because reality can be whatever i want and it's GOING to be whatever i want

also thanks for asking me about them so now i can post about them on here because i've been Waiting to do that for a long time ily

[slootsforshace]

✒️ LP’s view of Negaduck and vice versa - Did Jim see LP as a genuine friend, or was he just another fan that he could use to his benefit? As Negaduck, would he not hesitate to clobber poor LP, especially if Jim saw LP taking DW’s “side”? Does LP still look up to Jim, even once he and Darkwing find out the truth? Would LP still try to reach out to Negaduck, even at his worst?

I don't know if I'd say friend, exactly, but the start of a bond was definitely there - Jim does have that 'Number One Fan' revelation that spurs him to save LP, and even mentions him again in his little closing rant, after all. Though I think, with the transition to Negaduck, it's more of a possessiveness now.

He views LP being DW's sidekick as more of a manipulation on Darkwing's part - he already thinks Drake set up the explosion to steal the glory, it's not a far leap to think he's playing the big lug too. After all, LP's his fan - without Darkwing messing with his head, LP would obviously be working with him still.

That's not to say he won't get LP out of the way if he has to, but unlike with DW and others, Negaduck never seems to take lethal measures with Launchpad. He'll be chained up, knocked out, locked away - but never really injured.

It's hard for Launchpad not to look up to Jim still - the man shaped a huge part of his childhood, and even with everything that happened he still loves and watches the old show. Finding out about Jim's turn to Negaduck was devastating, and LP is 100% in on trying to help him, even after seeing the horrible things Negaduck does in the name of 'putting on a good show'. Launchpad is too good a guy to give up on someone.

[lightningcritter]

My friends, there is no one I would rather go into battle with

Summary:            

“We leave no one behind.” Ladybug declares in a conspiratorial whisper as she drapes her arms over Viperion and Le Chat Noir’s shoulders, leaning in. Her brilliant, genetically impossible blue eyes burn brightly in the sunrise, magnetic in their determination, compassion and cleverness. Their leader.

“Of course.” Viperion breathes, his small smile widening as he throws an arm around Ryuko’s shoulders, his breathing calm and confident despite their situation. She smirks, her teeth a brilliant flash of white in the dark room, her amber eyes shining molten gold in the rising sunlight with an unwavering strength, the very defiance that spurred them to action in their darkest days.

Rena Rouge and Carapace share genuine, yet roguish grins as they clap arms over each other’s shoulders. Their muscles are coiled with power, their grips unyielding and firm, grounding everyone in their team. Chat Noir squeezes Carapace’s forearm, his glowing green eyes a comfort to everyone who looks at him.

“On to a new day.” Ladybug says, watching as the sun rises to bathe them in a faint golden glow, her voice hard. “A new fight. We stand our ground.” She takes a moment to look between every member of her team, her face softening. “You are the best team I could ask for.”

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28440024/chapters/69691914

Hello! I'm sorry for posting it so late. Happy Holidays! @tiredaroaceperson  @mlsecretsanta ​ This is more of a found family focused piece with a little bit of angst, a little bit of fluff and a lot of action!! I hope you enjoy it :DD

This does take place during the winter and close to Christmas so dw! The first chapter is a flashback.

Chapter 1: Enter the Dragon

"Can you see all of Paris from the Eiffel Tower?"

A small hum replies.

“The Eiffel Tower is at least 300 metres tall, Katsuo-kun, but I don’t know if you can see all of Paris. It’s not a small city. Speak French, you need to practice it”

“It feels a lot smaller than Tokyo.”

Kagami couldn’t help but disagree. While Tokyo has towering skyscrapers and buildings of all sizes, the blaring colors of neon signs, never-ending stream of crowds and clustering shops and restaurants stacked over each other felt much more crowded and cramped than the wide expanse of Parisian skies. Everything felt so much more open and freeing. Even in cramped areas with winding chimneys and towers of gray brick and multistorey grey-blue roofs, the sky was never fully covered and felt so free.

If anything, the only complaint she really had about their move to Paris is the smell of Canal Saint-Martin. It’s the worst in the summer, especially when there is little breeze. Such as today. She squints at the overly sunny day today and wonders if she should ask Katsuo if he wants ice cream.

“I wanna see it!" Kagami looks down from the sky to Katsuo’s finger, smiling when she realizes he was pointing at the Eiffel Tower in the back. It truly is beautiful, especially at night. Kagami sometimes wonders what it’d be like to be at the very top, fingers braced against the thin railing, the wind buffeting her clothes. How free that would feel? Or would it feel scary, like you might be blown away the moment you relax your clenched hands, caught in a storm that sprung on you without your permission, a loss of control that you can only numb yourself to?

"I will discuss with mother and father so we can all go together another day. If we go right now, you’ll be too scared to come back down and cause another scene.”

Kagami can’t help but laugh at Katsuo’s whine as he suddenly stops on the sidewalk. He does his impression of a frown, his adorably chubby cheeks squished to his chest as he crosses his arms petulantly.

"Oh? Are we conveniently forgetting yesterday’s ferris wheel now?" Kagami mimics her brother as she also crosses her arms. His eyebrows furrow inward at her lack of sympathy and he frowns more, stubbornly shuffling to turn his back to her, his arms tightening in his stance.

Kagami hides an unladylike snort that as she circles to his other side, unable to resist a smile. “Don’t you remember? You got so scared-” She follows him as Katsuo shuffles to turn his back to her again. “-That you wouldn’t let go of the pole until mother arrived!” A slight giggle weasels its way into her speaking. “You went on two extra rides for no reason!”

“But the Eiffel Tower isn’t moving, it’s just a dumb triangle.” He mumbles and Kagami ruffles her brother's hair, now broadly smiling as he whines and bats at her hand.

"Don’t worry, another day  otouto. ” She promises. Katsuo peeks up at her from behind his bangs. “Why don’t we stop frowning and pet Maron?”

Katsuo quickly relents, gleefully squatting to gently pet the tiny white dog. Kagami felt a bit of pride fill her heart when he carefully pets Maron the way Kagami had shown him. Said dog stopped to investigate a lampstand, sniffing at it curiously, floppy ear flicking.

"What's convently?" He asks, giggling at the way his fingers disappeared into the soft fur.

"Conveniently. It means to do something that takes little effort." Kagami gently tugs at the leash as she takes his hand and pulls Katsuo away from the lampstand. Maron starts barking at it and Kagami sighs, tugging more insistently.

"Maron, we need to go, your barking is going to.."

A large boom shakes the ground, effectively cutting off whatever she was going to say. While large booms were alarming in general, this one didn't sound too far off. The part of her brain that was used to quick thinking estimated that it was maybe two streets away. Other pedestrians around her were also stopping, and most were already on-guard and straining to hear tell-tale sounds of fighting. While akuma appearances usually happened at night or evenings, it wasn't unheard of for them to activate during the day. Maron' barking seemed much louder as the chatter of Parisian streets stopped, the tiny yaps magnified in the silence, filling the tense air.

"Kagami?" Katsuo asks, squeezing her hand as he steps closer, his other hand fisting into her red varsity jacket. Kagami feels her heart pounding as there was another boom, sounding even closer this time. Katsuo whimpers. A couple cafe signs fell to the ground and potted flowers were sent crashing to the ground. Some people screamed, but it quickly quieted in the suffocating stillness as palpable fear hung in the air.

There were faint screaming and deafening sirens, and a blinding flash of magical light.

Definitely an akuma.

She quickly squats down, suddenly aware of how loud Maron was, trying to soothe Maron who had quieted into snarls, the action seeming foreign to her as panic and adrenaline began to bubble in her chest.

"Okay. We- We need to get away from here.” Her darting eyes latch onto the vast expanse of green shrubbery at the end of the sloped street. “The gardens! Katsuo, quickly, we need to go to the gardens." She shoots to her feet, pulling Katsuo into an unsteady speed walk as she hurriedly weaves through the crowd. She felt uncomfortable out in the open.

It seems that a lot of Parisians have a similar train of thought as the odd stillness quickly breaks into a flurry of shouting and motion as people dart into nearby shops whose owners were pulling down metal gates or swarming down the street in a hurry away from the light show taking place two streets away. Just as she predicted. Many explosions began to sound off, the sounds just barely overpowering the chaos of a panicking crowd. Kagami tugs her brother closer to her in fear of him being trampled, just managing to not stumble over her own feet, her knuckles white on the leash as Maron bounds down the street.

The fears of everyone on the commercial street came true as an Akuma rose into the sky, their vapid cackling easily carrying over the noise of the panicking crowd. A manic, power-hungry grin split their face, the villain positively glowing at their newfound power as they blasted magic from their scepter at presumably a Hero of Paris.

“You know what? Hawkmoth is right. I have been holding back!”

With that, they twirled their scepter into a glowing amber circle, summoning an orb into existence and it sped away into the other street with a piercing whistle. Kagami felt panic shoot through her at the unnatural sound. This time, everyone felt the explosion rather than hearing it as the earth quakes. Many scream, shielding themselves from stray plates of food and potted plants falling from upper buildings.

Kagami feels a horrified gasp tear out of her when Katsuo loses his footing. He cries out, falling to the ground despite her tight grip. A couple other people had fallen as well, struggling to get up as the evacuation started to become more frantic.

In sheer panic, she just scoops up her brother who clutches to her and breaks into a run.

The Akuma notices the panic of the people running from their power and a wicked smile lights their face as they now aim their scepter right at the people, charging another explosive orb. His scepter is suddenly knocked out of his hand by a gray blur as something big and black tackles him in the air, flashing claws digging into Akuma's furious face.

Katsuo mutely watched the scepter fall from over his sister’s shoulder, horrified as the ball of light still unreleased from the scepter continued growing until it touched the middle of the street. “KAG-” He shrills, only to be cut off by the large explosion that bloomed violently from the cobblestone.

Kagami had a split second where she processed Katsuo thrashing in her tightening arms, his rapid heartbeat disappearing from her hands. Then a small sun exploded directly at their feet, and Kagami was aware of her body being lurched away from solid ground into the air. Like the world had flipped upside down under her feet. She was vaguely aware of a dirt covered sky, then the green bottom of a dirty overhang, then smoke. Before she could react, her head smashed into something hard and white bursts in the darkness of her shut eyes.

The searing ache in her skull was too much for her to even THINK, much less withstand the piercing ringing that filled the air. But slowly, slowly, the pain fades just enough for Kagami to take a shuddering breath and force her eyelids open.

Multiple screams of fright and pain surrounded her in an odd haze when Kagami finally opened her eyes to the smoke and dust hanging slow motion in the air. She finally notices that her ears are ringing, and something warm and wet sliding down her cheek. But the fact that most people were unhurt from the explosion itself proved its magical nature. She stands up on the staircase that she had fallen into, where most of the unsteady bricks under her feet had been torn from the sidewalk. Her sides and her arm were throbbing, her cardigan torn. Her attention was drawn to Maron’s barking, who noses insistently at Katsuo who lay sprawled on the ground unmoving.

Fear struck Kagami’s heart like it never had before and she ran to him, crumbling to her knees as she gently shook him. She remembers how to breathe when she finds that he was just curled up in fright, his eyes tightly squeezed with his hands clutched over his head.

“ Otouto , we need to go.” She speaks gently, her hands trembling from relief and her chest heaving from anxious breaths as she picks him up onto his feet. He stumbles a bit, his foot knocking into the glowing gold scepter on the floor.

A lightning strike of fear roots her to the spot as she freezes. “We need to go.” Kagami whispers, her wide eyes locked on the weapon.

An enraged yell startles her again as she looks up. The Akuma was back in the skies, clearly looking for his scepter as he flew up the street, his injured face twisted with fury. His head swings their way as molten gold eyes meet her terrified grey eyes and urgency shoots through her veins at the sheer rage on his face, blood staining his teeth red. His mouth unhinges with the most beastly roar Kagami has ever heard in her life.

“KATSUO, YOU NEED TO GO.” She screams, pushing Maron’s leash into Katsuo’s hands and shoving him away as she scoops up the scepter like a baton and pelts down the street in the opposite direction.

She hears a crash as the Akuma just barely misses her head and flies right into the flower shop. She almost stops, terrified for her brother, but she hears his unmistakable voice yelling for her and the loud barking of Maron as Katsuo was pulled away from the scene by kind strangers who didn’t want to see a child’s corpse alongside the rubble.

Kagami runs like she never had before, like her life depended on it- which it really might. Passing by a mirror display in front of a boutique, she catches a glimpse of the Akuma stepping out from the building, staring right at her with the most hateful look she has ever seen in her life as they lift off the ground and begin to chase. She forces herself to look away and instead turns sharply around the corner heading in the direction of the original explosions hoping to run into the heroes. Those slashes on his face are reminiscent of the deep gouges of Discordant, the current Black Cat hero. He must be nearby. He must be able to help.

Shoving her worry for Katsuo away, she tries to clear her mind of any more anxieties and just focus on sprinting and getting faster and faster. The world fell away from fast moving concrete and passing buildings. She was afraid of stopping even when she hears shouts and sounds of fighting behind her, the close sounds only spurring her on. Her heart thunders in her chest, the roar of her adrenaline drowning out even the shrill from the akuma’s explosion. She was only faintly aware of the blood streaming from her head, splattering the concrete.

Kagami was an athlete, an amazing one she might brag in any other situation, and has never to this date hesitated from the responsibility and duty that comes with every trophy, every win, every move she made in her family’s name. She will try her best to keep the scepter, the source of power away, from the Akuma.

She just prays that she keeps her life.

[eternalstann]

Strawberries

In Which waiting up for Tom turns into a lot more. You also enjoy some strawberries & wine 😘

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Warnings: Smut, Food!Kink, some drinking

Wordcount: 1K+

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You were sitting on the couch eating strawberries and waiting for your boyfriend to come home. He was out with the guys and you were sat at home feeling incredibly lame. You probably could’ve done something with your friends but sitting at home seemed cool when you decided not to send the “wyd tonight” text to your besties.

You flicked through the channels, finally deciding on Jimmy Kimmel, wondering who was on tonight. A few minutes into the episode you found yourself pleasantly surprised when your boyfriend himself showed up on the screen, doing a goofy skit with Jimmy to promote SpiderMan. You smiled, he looked so fucking good. Suddenly, you really missed him. Taking another bite of your strawberry you groan, and look at the bright red fruit. Damn, these really were aphrodisiacs. You pressed your thighs together thinking back on some heated moments between you and Tom.

Jimmy Kimmel ended and it was almost 1A.M. You stood and went to pour a glass of wine. You’d planned on sipping it slowly but ended up downing the drink in one go. Tom would be in for a treat when he got back. You giggled to yourself and stripped off your clothes before carrying the entire bottle of wine and more strawberries back to the living room with you. You lay naked on the couch, drinking wine from the bottle, now laughing at Stans antics on American Dad. Two full episodes go by before you hear the keys jingle in the door. You glance at the clock, 2:04AM. A grin spread across your face when Tom stepped into your shared home. You pop up from your seat and shout his name. “Tommy!” You exclaim throwing your arms up with the bottle of wine in one hand.

“Jesus Christ Y/N” Tom groans, taking in the sight of you. He fumbles to lock the door, not wanting to take his eyes off your chest. “I missed you” you hiccup, attempting to walk towards him but stumbling a bit. Tom laughed at your tipsy frame almost toppling over and quickly walks over to help you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pout, “I was hoping you’d be drunk” you loved drunk Tom. Drunk Tom was rough and wild, just what you needed tonight. “Looks like you drank enough for the both of us” he mutters, hands on your waist. “Didn’t mean too, just needed something to go with my strawberries” You hum, reaching down to grab one. You place the strawberry at his lips and wait for him to take a bite. He does and you lean forward to lick the juice that drips down his chin. “You’re going to kill me” Tom whispers, letting go of you only to pull his shirt off.

You nod in approval, popping the other half of the strawberry into your own mouth. “Saw you on T.V today, been waiting for you to fuck me ever since” you spoke, dropping to your knees in front of him. Tom bites his lip and stares down at you, watching as you make quick work of his pants and boxers. He steps out of them, barely having time to kick them aside before you’re taking him into your mouth. “Shit” Tom moans, head tilting backwards at the feel of you. Your state of inebriation makes you careless. You suck him quickly and sloppily. Wetness runs between your legs and down your mouth as you work him. You bob your head with vigor, suctioning your cheeks to add to Toms pleasure and he nearly chokes on his own spit, not unlike your own state. You take him as deep as you can, and he’s chanting your name. His voice is like a cheer for you, encouraging you. You suck until he yanks your head back and he doesn’t even need to pump himself in order to spill his seed all over your tits.

“I wanted to swallow” you sulk.

Your disappointment is short lived when Tom pushes you onto the couch. He stared down at you for a moment; his chest heaving. He says something about being lucky but you can’t even begin to process his words. The ache between your legs, and him fixing it was all you could focus on. You murmur his name, hoping to spur him into action and it works. You gasp when Tom begins to pour wine over your abdomen. The liquid feels ice cold against your flushed skin. Tom leans down, slurping the wine from your body and your fingers tangle in his hair. His tongue draws circles around your belly button before licking back up your torso.

“Please stop teasing me” you whine, lifting your hips up and Tom grunts before pushing you back down. “Patience is a virtue. And you’re going to take whatever I fucking give you”

You nod your head, eyes fluttering closed, your arousal growing at Toms words. Tom grabs another strawberry biting into it before squeezing it over your hip bones, and then over your pussy.

Even in your drunken state you silently pray you don’t get a UTI.

Your prayer is interrupted by your boyfriend attaching his lips to your clit and sucking hard on the bundle of nerves. “Oh fuck!” You cry out, one of your hands reaching up to pinch your own nipple. Toms tongue runs up and down the length of your heat, tasting every part of you. Your body shakes, you can feel yourself literally buzzing with pleasure. You whine when Tom pulls away and kisses up your body. “No, no- why’d you stop” you groan, on the verge of tears. “I want you to cum on my dick” he whispered before pushing into you.

You both moan as he bottoms out inside of you. Tom reaches down and hooks one of your legs around his waist before thrusting into you hard. You cry out; hands splayed against his perspiring chest. “Who’s pussy is this?” Tom asks, your lips only centimeters apart. “Yours Tom! This is your pussy!” You nearly scream. His pelvis providing a delicious drag against your clit. He has you cumming after only a dozen strokes. “Fuck baby, did you just cum?” Tom asks, genuinely shocked and extremely turned on by how quickly you reached your orgasm. You nod feverishly, body completely overstimulated but you loved every second.

Tom fucks into you harder, making you take every inch of him. “I want you to cum again” Tom mutters, as a finger begins rubbing your clit. You pant as another orgasm builds inside of you. Your arms wrap around Toms neck, pulling him close to you. He relishes the way you say his name, the way your fingers tug at the hair on the nape of his neck.

Tom collapses on top of you as he cums, lazily pumping into you to milk his release. You grind against him, bringing your own climax. “I fucking love you” Tom breathes, smiling down at you before grabbing another strawberry. “And I love strawberries”

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omg how hot did Tom look on Jimmy Kimmel?! Also someone asked me for food kink with Tom a while ago and I never got a chance to do it so here you gooooo❤️

P.S I’m making a tag list so if you would like to be added let me know! Everyone who has already asked dw about asking again I’m going to start tagging you in my next post! Love you all xxx

[chezforshire]

Since i literally cannot work on something without blabbing abt it im gonna ramble a bit abt the earth c kids au i have

Rn im doodlin rosemary and davekats kids. Idk yet who gets saddle with a child first but both couples go through dealing with the strilondes fear of becoming their guardians. Karks has his reservations too. Thinks he's too much of an asshole to really rear a kid and being a parent is like being a leader, sorta. Some loser wriggler hangs onto your every word and you try your best to guide em where they should go. Previous experiences have shown him to have failed in that regard so imagine his trepidation over having to do that for longer than a few weeks.

Kan's prolly the only one of em who has her head about with the whole child rearing business bc well she was hatched for this shit ya know

Anyway the kid rosemary has is a maryam descendant and rose just goes 'well, she's sorta ur kid genetically speaking and we're married so she's my kid too ig so... we should raise her????' And they do and she's sweet and smart and terrifying in that she keeps alluding to murdering you if you so much as look at her or her parents wrong. Her name is Astrea Maryam-Lalonde and she loves her moms a whole damn lot and she thinks theyre the absolute shit. She's fascinated with fashion as is the Maryam staple though she only cares abt her appearance if she's being seen by people outside of family. When she's at home she just wears ratty tshirts and shorts or sweatpants that have more than a few holes in it. This makes Kanaya sigh with exasperation and just say 'like mother like daughter' as Rose flops on the couch next to their daughter in clothes under the same state.

Dave loves the shit out of her ofc bc he's a great uncle but also bc she loves drawing a whole buncha shit. Most of the time she draws people so she could slap some sick as shit dresses she designes on them. Dave talks abt SBaHJ w her and she's just That sounds Highly Stupid where can I see it and so they spend an afternoon just talking abt it and she genuinely finds it funny and wonders more than once if one day she could make her own comic. Though hers, no offence to Dave, would be much more serious and plot heavy and maybe gay and has romance bc seriously she's a Maryam-Lalonde have you seen their library? And Dave encourages her abt it and has become her editor/soundboard/ whatever the fuck when she has ideas for stories and makes quick drawings abt it.

Im not set on how davekat gets their kid yet but it's an ectogoop hybrid of the two of them. His name is Kagang Vantas for now bc Dave still hasn't gotten around to marrying Karkat wc is fine bc it's not like it means much to either of them but he does playfully call him husband every now and then. Anyway, the little dude is a human/troll hybrid and don't ask me any questions abt that yet im working on it. He's a bit of a brat but is a nice kid. He's a little hard of hearing so he doesn't always notice his voice but that's fine bc Dirk teaches him sign and makes him some hearing aids that he asks to have customized to look sick as shit when he grows up. He's got a lotta energy and spends a lot of his time playing outside w John, Jade and Jake. He's really attentive too and picks up on tiny details rly fast which makes him pretty great at handling upset ppl. He rly likes music just like Dave and that spurs the god into buying even better acoustics every year so his son can feel the vibrations much better. Contrary to Dave, however, Kagang rly likes classical music mostly bc Rose spent a whole lot of time playing her violin for both him and Astrea. He picks up the instrument too when he grows up and Rose is all too happy teaching him.

Dirk is apprehensive arnd the kid given what he knows of who he can become w Dave but he truly deeply loves the kid. He's distant for a few years and Kagang inevitably thinks it's his fault bc Dave and Karkat are both vry rejection-sensitive people and sadly that got passed down to the kid but dw it takes one to know one so the dads know how to get him through it. Dave talks abt it w Dirk and Dirk is floored bc jesus i was trying to make sure the kid wouldn't feel bad arnd me and fuck whatever i do its just a fuck up huh and Dave just shooshes him and goes bro dude dirkles it's fine you can still work on it. Now u know what's up and why u can work to make a better relationship. I know u love the shit outta my little dude but sometimes that ain't enough. Ya gotta show it through words and actions now come on let's hang out w Kagang and u can slowly mend that bridge. And he does and fuck he /can/ be a good person, these past few years has thought him that, and by fuck will he make sure that his nephew knows that he loves him and cares for him and thinks he's the shit

One can say Kagang and Astrea have a moirailgance but it's a lot more like siblingship rly. They poke fun at each other, mess w each other, would hide a body for the other all that shit. It's a lot like Dave and Rose but w a lot less layers of cool and aloofness to hide the fact that Dork+Dork equals Mega Dork.

[megabadbunny]

the art of inscription

Rose x Ten and Rose x Tentoo; a continuation of a DW Inbox Buddies fic I wrote a hundred years ago, resurrected and completed in honor of Rose x Tentoo week. <3 <3 <3

*~*~*~*~*~

It’s Gallifreyan, that much is certain. He can’t quite make out the script—no time for parsing out the arches that denote gliding vowels, the circles portraying sibilant fricatives, not when she pulls her cuff over her wrist so quickly it gives him whiplash—but even in that glance, the shape is unmistakable, the meaning undeniable. The way she can’t meet his eyes as she buttons the traditional cuff around her forearm only confirms it. The name on her wrist is his.

(Rose can’t read it, of course, but it mirrors his own writing exactly, echoing the spidery script that peppers the TARDIS console in a flurry of sticky notes, reminding him to fine-tune the propulsion system or repair the exotic matter trap. Some notes posted around the TARDIS bear Rose’s mark as well, with little scribbled cat’s-ears or bunny-faces or sly jokes, and sometimes, she’ll even try duplicating his writing, trying to match the lines and whorls.)

No, she can’t read the script on her wrist; yes, she still knows what it means.

The cuff slips and Rose smacks her other hand down on it, holding it in place and punishing it for ever daring to move at all, and only then does the Doctor notice how very hard she’s trembling. (The Doctor, for his part, doesn’t tremble; not on the outside, anyway.) He frowns. 

“You’re shaking,” he says. “Are you all right?” 

She nods. “S’just a little cold here.”

(It’s 27.6 degrees Celsius, and sunny.)

“So,” says the Doctor, shoving his hands in his pockets to disguise their fidgeting, “Yue-Lao Twelve, home to the infamous Pearl Island mystery, renowned planet of the so-called soulmarks. What do you think?”

“I think I should have believed you,” Rose replies, shaking her head. “But it still seems like a bunch of magic mumbo-jumbo to me.”

“Awww, Rose Tyler. With everything we’ve seen, you still think this sort of thing isn’t possible? Don’t you know better by now?”

“You know what? You’re absolutely right,” Rose says, flipping her hair over one shoulder and meeting his gaze with a flat stare. “Shall we go on a leprechaun hunt next?”

“Certainly!” the Doctor beams. “I’ve always wanted to find one.”

Rolling her eyes, Rose laughs, swinging one hand into his. Fingers fit together like strands of a braid and they bound away, in pursuit of any facts they can glean about this fabled Pearl Island event. And after a few moments, thoughts of this soulmark business have almost completely vanished from his mind; the Doctor can almost believe that the adrenaline speeding up his heartsrate is spurred on only by this newest adventure, nothing more.

(He is in no great hurry to check his own wrist; he already knows what he’ll see there.)

***

 A universe and a galaxy and a regeneration away, he panics.

“It’s like that one place we went to--you remember the one,” says Rose happily, looping an arm through the Doctor’s. As well as she can in the thin light of the moon, she inspects the underside of her wrist, which, much as it was several years ago, is now once again adorned with the Doctor’s disjointed chirography. “In the other universe. Something Island. Remember?”

“Erm,” he says, his mind racing to think of something he can say or do to play for time, and failing spectacularly.

“D’you remember?” Rose asks expectantly.

Yes is the correct answer, but the Doctor doesn’t say it, because he’s afraid of all the words that will come after (or more precisely, the words that won’t). So instead, he says, “Well” and “You see” and “Erm,” again.

Rose’s eyes narrow in suspicion. The Doctor’s hands twitch nervously with the need to hide behind his back.

“Oh my god,” says Rose, softly.

The Doctor gulps.

Her face breaks into a wide grin. “You forgot, didn’t you?”

“Now, I wouldn’t say that,” he tries to protest, but Rose is too busy laughing. “You did!” she chuckles, lighting up the garden with her usual megawatt-bright smile as she teases the Doctor with a nudge of her elbow against his ribs. “You forgot all about it, you forgot all about that planet-of-the-soulmarks thing! Oh my god, for once I remembered something better than you!”

“You must be very proud,” the Doctor says wryly, and, still laughing, Rose nods. She tucks a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, sighing; for a half-second, the name on her wrist is on full display, and even amidst the panic clenching his throat, the Doctor feels warmth, at the sight of it.

“It was Pearl Island, by the way,” he says. “In the other universe.”

“Yes! That was it. Pearl Island. Planet of mystery. Did you ever check back in with the rebels?”

“Indeed I did,” the Doctor replies, privately grateful for the chance at a distraction, and he steps away from the TARDIS, pulling his arm out of Rose’s grasp. “Fascinating story, actually, I’d originally planned to visit a decade later, make a progress report of sorts, but a timestorm near the Horsehead Nebula threw the TARDIS completely off-course--you know what they say, a timestorm a day keeps the Doctor away--”

“Wait, wait,” Rose laughs, catching up. “Show me!”

The Doctor’s mind goes blank. “I--what?”

“Oh, come on. I showed you mine both times, you kept yours hidden back then. You gonna show me yours now, or what?”

“Show you my what?” asks the Doctor, as alarm bells start ringing somewhere at the back of his mind. He picks up his pace.

“Don’t be daft. Show me your wrist, show me the soulmark-thing!”

The Doctor hesitates (but doesn’t let up in speed). “Of course I would, but it’s just--It isn’t as if it actually--It’s--it’s like you said last time,” he stammers, fingers opening and closing nervously. “Just a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, isn’t it? Not really anything all that significant, wouldn’t recommend taking it too seriously in the end, it’s certainly not anything worth making any life-altering decisions over--”

Rose piques an eyebrow, in amusement or concern, he can’t tell.

“--and as officers of science, it would hardly do for us to make any sort of to-do over something that barely registers on Phleighton’s Rules for Psychic Governance, would it? Can’t be higher than .0348 PD’s, maybe .0349 PD’s, tops. Fascinating set of Rules, those, did I ever tell you how Phleighton came to write them? Did she write them in this universe? Let’s go--”

Rolling her eyes, Rose grabs his hand before he has a chance to react, anchoring him to her.

“--find out,” the Doctor squeaks as he tries to step back and yank his hand away, but it’s too late--Rose has already pushed his jacket-cuff back, revealing the underside of his wrist to the world. He flinches, unable to look down at his arm, only capable of looking at Rose as his blood pressure plummets like an anvil. He wills her, silently, to understand.

It doesn’t mean anything, he wants to tell her (wants to shout), but something has slithered into his vocal chords and strangled them. It’s incredibly common for Time Lords. Even if it wasn’t, it’s insignificant. It doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change how I feel. Please--

“You know how much I love you, right?” he blurts out.

Rose looks up at him and--and is that a smile?

“Of course I do,” she says. “Why wouldn’t I?”

Dumbfounded at this reaction, the Doctor looks down at his wrist, dreading, in cold sickening advance, what he knows he’ll find there. Except--

Except it’s not blank at all, this time. This time, his wrist has got Rose’s name on it.

Blinking, mouth open in surprise, the Doctor pulls his hand out of Rose’s, examining the mark on his arm. The name would almost be difficult to make out, if the Doctor wasn’t already familiar with Rose’s rushed and messy penmanship, but it’s there, clear as day. Rose Tyler. 

“You look surprised,” Rose chuckles. “What, didn’t think my name would be there?”

It wasn’t always, he almost replies.

He shakes himself. “Oh, so that’s what it says,” he replies instead, forcing on a grin. “Glad you cleared it up for me, couldn’t tell, what with the sloppy handwriting--”

“Oi, as if yours is any better!” Rose retorts, holding up her wrist for proof, but he ignores her words in favor of stepping forward to frame her face in both hands and pull her up for a kiss. It isn’t even something he consciously plans on doing; it’s as if his body has a completely separate mind of its own, and that mind is so glad that Rose’s name is on his wrist, it just can’t bloody help itself. It’s got to seal the deal with a kiss, lips on lips and comingled breaths and chests pressed close and one hand tangling in her hair. It’s a physical imperative, a sheer necessity, an utter need. All of it. (All of her.)

(Not that the Doctor’s complaining. Or Rose, for that matter.)

When he pulls back to catch his breath (stupid human lungs, how dare they), it’s to see a very flushed and smiling Rose, and secretly, he’s quite pleased to see that even after all these months, he can still elicit such a reaction from her.

“Is everything okay?” she asks, softly. “Are you all right?”

He beams at her. “Never been better.”

(He kisses her, again.)

[epiphanytodd]

Rare Moments in Animation

Mostly known for cheap comedy and pop-culture references, but DreamWorks has something that few companies dare touch upon Bravery to depict deep real-life situations. (Part 1)

The Prince of Egypt has an abundant of important life-lessons to fill a three-page essay, but there's one in particular that moved me. A parent should never have to bury their child, but it does happen. DW shows it in raw realism without sugar-coating.

What happens next, is a full-grown man in genuine tears.

Family members can be cruel, and victims are usually powerless to defend themselves should it happen. In Joseph: King of Dreams, Joseph's brothers grow tired of him getting all the attention and special treatment. They see the only way out, is to get rid of him by selling him into slavery. King of Dreams is aware of the gravity of such a situation and knows to show proper respect.

The awareness of animal cruelty is quite a common subject also in animation. Horses are often the target of abuse. Most animated movies show only a scratch of the amount, but DW is not afraid to take it a step further. What Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron does, is going into depth of the issue. Spirit has to endure a variety of torture, among them: Separated from his source of safety, starved and dehydrated, beaten with spurs and whips and much more.

However, there is another mature moment. Despite all the cruelty, The Colonel does have a moral compass. In most movies, the protagonists would punish him for his deeds. Here, he's given a second chance of redemption. He acknowledges the errors of his ways and lets Spirit go. In return, he too earns his freedom.

Love is probably the most common theme in animation: Usually, a boy and girl at first can't stand each other and eventually fall in love: But Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas goes a route so rare in animation. Proteus is a prince, but a noble one. He won't sit around, waiting for his true love. He serves his country with dignity and puts others first. When a love interest shows up, instead of blindly insisting on marriage, he instead asks her if that's what she truly wants. When he realizes that she's in love with someone else, instead of throwing a fit, he lets her go instead.

Marina, instead of being a commoner or a princess, is an ambassador with responsibilities of her own.