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[justchenford]

Tim's "halt hand" with Lucy ✋ (3.09, 4.12, 5.08)

requested by @come-rain-come-shine

[acapelladitty]

Errand Boy (Charon x Reader)

Summary - After working together for a while, you finally take the plunge and take a rough ride on your 7ft ghoulish bodyguard.

(tw: size difference, size kink, swearing, rough handling, piv sex, rough sex, creampie, bruising, riding, orgasm)

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Knees pressing into the cheap mattress as they clamp around his thick hips, you shiver in place as you grind your cunt into his groin, the hairless area covered in delightfully textured skin which feels wonderful against your throbbing cunt. He's like a mattress itself as he lays beneath you, his massive height allowing him to fill the space without effort and you feel deliciously small as you rub yourself against him like a bitch in heat.

"And you promise me you want this?" You gasp out, hands splaying across his broad chest and marvelling at just how tiny your digits look against the wide expanse of his pitted skin. He's hotter than hell and the curves of his exposed muscles, marred by erratic scarring, feel strange agains your palms. "Not because of the contract, but because you want this."

"I'm nobody's errand boy and I'm nobody's whore." Charon growls and you can tell he's irritated by the scowl which darkens his sunken gaze. "You think you could make me fuck you if I didn't want to?"

"No, but-"

"Then shut up and let me fuck you."

Pleased by the reassurance, you surrender yourself to him and shudder as he gathers your arms behind you and holds them in place with one hand as he loops his fingers around both of your wrists. His free hand comes to rest on your hips and you can feel how much of your skin his palm covers, the sheer scale of him making your mouth dry as hell.

Your ass on his lower stomach, he uses his grip of your arms to lean you forward, exposing your cunt to his cock as he let's go of your hips long enough to grip himself in hand and start to brush his cock along your aching sex. He's huge and the feel of his thick cockhead pressing along your slit makes an absurd bubble of nervous laughter shake your chest a little.

"Fuck, Charon. I don't know if that's going to fit."

"It'll fit." Is the only response he gives and his gloating confidence makes your cunt clench around nothing as you feel his cock swipe itself along your slit - the darkened head of his cock almost flared compared to the shaft as you feel every millimeter of it igniting the nerves in your cunt. "You can take it all. Every bit."

Still a little anxious, you wonder if maybe you should have had him open you up with his fingers first but quickly put the idea to rest as he releases your hands to place his other hand on your hip. Now pinned in place by his impressive strength, his blue eyes seem to burn up at you from his reclined position.

"Line me up so I can fuck you."

Fingers scrambling towards his cock in an instant, you squeal as he lifts you from his body. Now suspended, your hands drop to his cock and you stroke along the top of his shaft with a velvety palm before pumping two fingers within your own cunt to gather as much of your arousal as you can. Swirling it across his flared cockhead, you lube him up as best you can before pulling his cock straight as you line it up with your cunt.

Even without any pressure, you can feel how thick he is and the lustful fear of just how terribly full you're going to feel has your toes curling against the sheets in anticipation. His attention is split between your face and your chest as his strong hands continue to shake you ever so slightly - a move which makes your tits bounce and his lips pull back into something almost like a smile.

Without preamble, he pulls you down onto his cock and the sudden onslaught of pained pleasure makes your vision white-out for a moment as your cunt is forced to stretch around him to point where you feel you're going to split if he so much as blinks. Your scream is impressive, rattling off the walls and echoing as it tails off into a shuddering cry as the two inches of cock which impales you refuses you any peace.

"Fuck, fuck. FUCK!" You whistle out from between your teeth. "It hurts, Charon. It's too much." But even as you complain, the stretch of your walls brings with it a hot pleasure which trickles along your spine as you squeeze around him. No way you'll be walking straight after this. Not in a million fucking years.

His snort causes your brow to furrow as you pin him to the bed with your watery gaze. His reddened hair is as sharp as ever as it sits parallel to his skull but one of the strands has fallen loose across his forehead and you concentrate on that as you choose to ignore the smugness which he is making no effort to hide.

He doesn't say anything but he sets a slow pace, giving you a moment to acclimatise to his sheer size. His hands are hot against your hips, the wide fingers covering most of your skin there and he holds you in place like you were a doll; weightless and so easily manipulated. With a deadpan expression, he slowly fucks himself into you, each thrust pushing another inch into your spasming cunt.

Shuddering and whimpering something pathetic, your hands claw themselves into his chest - feeling the leathery skin refuse to give way under your blunted nails as you focus on keeping your breathing steady. The burn of your walls is incredible, the stretch giving way to a cruel mix of pleasure and pain with every shallow thrust. To even the scale a little more, you drop one hand to your clit, rubbing at the swollen bud with a gentle finger to send a rolling pleasure through your nerves.

It also makes you clench around him and the added sensation draws a thick rumble from his chest as he pulls you down harder on his cock. Now fully sheathed within you, his cock is flush against your cervix and every thrust sparks a dull discomfort as he glances off it and you shiver as you glance down to see that at least an inch of his cock remains outwith your cunt.

"Fuck, you're so big." Biting your lower lip, you slip your hand free of your clit and bring it to his jaw, cupping his face as you lean down to take some of the pressure off your cervix. "I don't know if I'll be able to fuck anyone else after this. I'll be ruined."

That pulls a smirk from him as his teeth peek out from beneath his curled lips. Taking the encouragement, his hands tighten around your hips and he picks up pace.

If you thought he was fucking you before then you were dead wrong as the sudden onslaught of pure sensation as he bounces you on his cock like a puppet is almost too much to handle. Pinned by his hands, he uses his strength to move you, fucking you on his cock more than anything and the feeling of being so wonderfully used is quick to offset the raging fire of the forced stretch which is only beginning to wear off slightly.

Dropping your hands atop his own, you allow him to move you as he likes - your mouth thrown open by a torrid mixture of gasps and moans as every thrust builds a steady heat in your cunt, his thick cock brushing every inch of those wonderful spots which send you absolutely wild.

It can't last forever, despite your desperate wishes otherwise, and you can tell he's approaching his release as his thrusts grow more sloppy and his chest rumbles with muted growls. Determined to see him come undone, you squeeze your cunt around him and rake your nails down his chest, drawing your middle nails harshly across his toughened nipples.

His hands tighten again, so tight that it takes your breath away and you know that little purple bruises will soon blossom on the abused skin, and you scream in delight as he slams his cock as deeply as possible. His release floods you, the heat of it burning you from the inside out as it fills you in an instant. The added sensation proves too much for your sensitive cunt and you are quick to follow him over the edge, your own orgasm making you clench around him and milk him for every drop as you whine and moan.

Toes curling to the point of pain, you ride your orgasm out on his cock - his hands continuing to use you like a doll as he impales you on his length to chase all the pleasure he can from your much smaller frame. Both unwilling to give up on the sensations quite yet, you keep rolling your cunt into his thrusts until overstimulation starts to set in and exhaustion pulls at your limbs.

He pulls free first. Lifting you free of his cock, you immediately feel how hollowed out you are as the cool air of the room blows across your heated cunt. His release trickles down your thigh, tickling the skin there as he holds you in place for a moment before dropping you flush to his chest. His breathing is erratic but his expression is pleased and he takes a moment to stroke a hand along his cock - feeling your arousal coating him like a second skin.

"Is good?" Charon asks after a silent beat, his arms pushing you off his chest to his side as he allows you to wrap yourself around him with shaking limbs.

"Is great." You reply, panting out the retort with a grin as you struggle to tilt your head up enough to meet him. "Don't think I'll be walking right any time soon."

He says nothing but you hear a pleased huff escape the chest which your ear is pressed to and his large arm is quick to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush to his side as you again admire just how fucking tall he is while wrapping your leg around his thigh.

[myokk]

More regency au💓

Ok so I’m DYING of laughter at these male fashion plates I found of Regency clothing & I needed to share them😭😭😭😭😭

I have LITERALLY NO IDEA what the artist was going for and I love it😇🙏

(and also to show that my regency pictures are period-accurate & Bridgerton is really NOT jajajajajjaja)

[kaia001art]

Shen Jiu and the Pixiu (WIP)

So - i've decided to make a little comic of SJ/Mengyao scene of "Cultivate: Slow Life on a Monster-Infested Mountain (here)"

Since this will take quite a lot of time - and i am impatient - i want to post my WIP of it already.... its awful, but i hope it makes u smile @neonghostcat 😂

[endlessfuckup]

turns out the philly show wasn't sold out after all

Got a TIT ticket 😁

[silusvesuius]

this tree from my new drawing looking goated afffffff 👑👑

[rockoblanco]

MY LEAST FAVORITE ASSHOLE COWORKER WAS FIREDDDDDDDD LMAOOOOOOOOOOO 😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🥳🥳🥳🥳🤩🤩😂🤩🥳🥸🤣🥳🤩😂🥳🥳🤣🤩🥳😂🤪🤣🧐🤣🤨😂😂🥳🤪🤣🤪😂😜😜😂🤪🤣🤪😚

[snickerdoodlles]

📓 :3

:D!

@mortimerlatrice got me thinking about a KimChay Chrestomanci AU, so more of that.

the Chrestomanci series, sidenote, is an absolutely delightful fantasy series by Diana Wynne Jones. it's composed of mostly independent stories set in a universe of 12 parallel universes (called Series), each with their own string of worlds (except Series 11). generally speaking, every person has eight identical copies borne into other series than their own, but very occasionally all nine lives will be borne into one person. this nine-life enchanter has all the power of nine magical people in them and is therefore the only person powerful enough to fill the role of Chrestomanci to regulate magical use and prevent any abuse of it across the 12 series.

which cool, very fun story premise actually, but not what I care about here. I'm setting kp in one of the series that doesn't deal much with magic because I don't care about magic meet mafia, I care about Chay having nine lives and all the ways that could make things worse.

(cw: non-permanent but slightly graphic character death under the cut. ft a dash of actual character death, but that only applies to Tawan.)

Chay doesn't have all his lives when canon starts. he lost his first one the same day he and Porsche lost their parents when he fell out of his crib trying to investigate the noise. he lost his second to food poisoning, before Porsche started working for extra food money and they had to make every scrap stretch. he lost another when a debt collector hit him too hard and snapped his neck. (Porsche wasn't home for that day. Chay told him he wasn't either.)

Chay loses his fourth life in the warehouse. it actually wasn't intentional on anyone's part -- Tawan's hired meat weren't careful enough bringing him in, and Chay's luck has his head hit a curb or scrap metal at just the right (or wrong, as it were) angle to kill him instead of concuss him, and head injuries take so long to come back from. Tawan drags out the charade because he wants Porsche desperate, not angry, and Porsche is in too deep of denial to accept the possibility of Chay actually being dead not to fall for it.

Kim arrives before Chay comes back to life. it's...bad. Porsche is screaming for him to get Chay out. Kim first checks Chay's breathing. failing to find that, he frantically (but carefully!) hauls Chay upright. that's when Chay's head flops limply to the side and reveals the dried blood down the back of his neck, which Kim had already felt grabbing but refused to process.

Kim sees red.

Tawan knifes Big. Porsche's shouts break through the fog threatening to overwhelm Kim. then Tawan gets one very distraught, very angry, very murderous Kim materializing in front of him and going right for his eyes. it doesn't matter that Tawan's the one with a weapon, he could've had an armory and that couldn't have helped him. Kim is very, very, very good at fighting, and he's on a mission to hurt. but he's also missing his control, and kicks Tawan in the kidney so hard Tawan stumbles back into a pile of scrap and, in true irony, jostles it hard enough the end of steel beam falls on his head. as discovered earlier, metal and concrete are not kind to heads, and bullet proof vests certainly can't protect from that.

it's too quick and too kind, and Kim stares at him disbelievingly, half a mind to drag Tawan out and beat out the little life he's surely still clinging to, when Chay groans. Kim first thinks he hallucinated it, but then he sees Chay move and he's so relieved he was wrong that he shoves everything else out of his mind and just gets Chay out. then everything and one trailing shouty Porsche slams back into him the minute Chay's out of his arms and with the paramedics that Kim bolts to go hide in a dark corner in his apartment and fail to process any of it.

Chay misses all of this btws. He was dead, then he was back with a headache, and he loves Porsche but he needs Porsche to please shut the fuck up and get him some tylenol.

then apartment confrontation, where Kim says I'm sorry and shoves off even quicker because all he can remember are those moments when he'd been so sure Chay was properly dead. club scene goes down even worse when Kim yells at Chay for making stupid reckless choices that could get him killed, and Chay demands to know why Kim even cares, and Kim goes pale with anger that Chay doesn't care that he (only nearly, surely) died, and it's all very terrible and ends in them storming away from each other.

then comes Yok's bar.

Chay dies. Kim had taunted them into a direct fight inside instead of picking them off outside, and it should have been fine, would have been fine, had Chay not had a bit more awareness and looked over to see Kim pinned between two guys and rushed to help only to get shot by one of the goons on the other end of the bar. he bleeds out while Kim kills off the rest.

Chay comes back to a bar full of bodies and Kim (clutching) cradling him. Kim isn't crying. he isn't really doing much of anything other than clinging and staring off into nothing with a thoroughly haunted expression.

Chay blinks and tentatively lays his fingers against Kim's cheek. "Kim?"

Kim's eyes snap to him, but still don't quite see him. he stays looking blank for a few seconds that feel like hours before saying matter-of-factly, "I've snapped."

"Kim!" Chay protests, distressed.

"It's okay," Kim says, still matter-of-fact but smiling tenderly, "better to be mad with you than without."

it takes a while to convince Kim he's not insane and that Chay's really back. Chay's not certain he fully manages it. but his death also shook loose a lot of confessions Kim normally couldn't say out loud. ("why--" Chay starts, voice cracking, "why did you say 'I'm sorry' that day?" / "You were supposed to be safe," Kim replies hoarsely, mad smile slipping for tears.) there's more clutching and clinging, this time by Chay too. both of them manage to forget they're in a bar of dead bodies until Porsche and Kinn come crashing through the door.

"Chay!" Porsche yells when he first sees him.

"Chay," Porsche pleads brokenly when he sees Chay's blood soaked shirt.

"Not mine!" Chay says quickly, and would've been given away by how fast Kim's head snaps around in any other circumstance. "See?" he says, raising his shirt to show unblemished skin, "No injury."

this does a lot to reassure Porsche, but Chay can tell Kim still thinks he's a little bit insane. Chay decides that's fine for now, because dying takes a lot out of you and apparently everyone around you too and it's unfair to expect Kim to just bounce back from him bleeding out on him, he'll work on it after a shower and dinner.

I'm not writing this AU because I only really have these two vague scenes in my head, but Chay having multiple lives making his existence in the mafia hurt more than canon's calls to me, it really does.

oh, also: in the AU source material, one of the nine-lifers has one of his lives removed and stored into a ring for safekeeping. he later gives this ring to his to-be-wife as her wedding ring. I'm not sure yet how to work that into this AU because Chay's contact with magic and other magicals would be slim to none in this, but please picture how this would absolutely wreck Kim, because there's nothing Kim wants more than to safeguard Chay but as far as he's concerned, he's already failed Chay in that regard twice. 😈

[[ ask me about fics im not writing ]]

[kindahoping4forever]

Hello friends! Just a quick kh4f programming note: I'll be out of commission for most of, if not all of today, as I'm having a minor medical procedure done. (Outpatient, everything's fine, dw! 🫶🏻) So if anything notable happens (fully expecting Ash to announce ai2 the second I'm sedated 😌) and I'm MIA... that's why lol. Try not to have too much fun without me! 😘💙

[angelnumber27]

You lost true friends due to being a crazy person

Uh ma’am this is a mdcdonalds…

[good-beanswrites]

My translyrics for Salamander, written out under the cut :D

This one was much more difficult than the last, but I'm still very satisfied with it! 😤 I'm both sad that my version lost a lot of the fun soundplay of the original, and also waaay more impressed with the lyrics and vocals after digging it like this! I tried to keep it balanced between the original and Fuuta's version, though maybe it ended up leaning more toward the cover, idk. Leaving my specific notes in the tags 👍

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I want a taste, but all this spice may prove more than I can take, (eh?)

Something's on your mind. So spit it out and tell me, don't waste my time, kay?

I'm hooked on this, pass me a dish.

The way I'm starving here without you -- it's a crime

A spicy treat, put on repeat,

Can I get seconds with the same heat? One more time!

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I can't stop anything, although I wouldn't want to stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

I want a bite, I can't help giving in to this new appetite.

Again, again, I want to be on fire when I get to the end.

We live too fast, we burn to ash,

I never handled spices well and it's a crime.

A spicy treat, put on repeat,

Can I get seconds with the same heat? One more time!

I want to burn bright red

I want to burn bright red

Salamander~ Hot's nice, don't you agree? This pa- passion's fine, see?

"But" isn't what I wanna hear, so say "more" loud and clear.

Tell me I'm not alone in my mind!

Salamander~ Look what's happened to me. This pa- passion's crazy

Tell me I'm not delirious, I'm being serious.

It's heating up all through my mind when I'm with you.

I can't stop anything, although I wouldn't want to stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

I want to leave I want to go, but I can never stop, oh no --

Take a breath, it's best to cool down or you earn yourself a burn.

[kyunsies]

And you deserve that ring!

HDHSJJDJD charlie !!! thank you <3 my bf and i are coming up on 2 years soon (we need to wait a lil longer) but he’s definitely the one :)

[undefeatablesin]

Pls enjoy a wip from the mega sketch batch for now because I am not normal about Good Hunter Ruza ever ✨️

[wispurring-moss]

@demisexual-in-distress truly u are doing the lord's work, Wrynne; you are Seen and you are Heard—and your forehead is now smooched for your valiant efforts!!! >:3c

[ofmdee]

gifs 🔞

this is why i need to learn to stop writing scenes before i do the animations, because i've written stede riding the hell out of ed, but then this animation came on random and i was like oh..... ohhhhhhhh heck 🥵

so i think ed's gonna take over halfway and mount stede instead which is great and all but now i gotta rewrite stuff 😂

as always, i have a whole series about these guys on ao3 😉

[binghe-malewife-goals]

Me, an intellectual, scoffing at the theories for arcane s2 bc no one seems to understand the characters