#how much of my animation did i lose this time.

[jellyvibes710]

A year progress (or two, I’ve lost track)

I know I’m two months late since the new year but thank you all so much for reading my comics!

I have a few plans for the future and one of them is I’m going to rewrite “little baby blue” I never fully planned it out before I had jumped into it, the story had a lot of plot holes and it was hard to follow with how frequently it’d jump between parts. It’s not dead! After I finish the “parasite” storyline little baby blue will be set in motion again

The next part in the parasite story is planned to be animated with voice actors and sound effects, it’s a big project I am very excited for! Hopefully, if all goes well, there will be 2 fully voiced and animated parts for the whole series

Last project is still a secret, I’ve been working on it for about 2 years now(I took a short break because of turtles XD), it’s not a tmnt story but it’s an eddsworld story, I won’t bore you guys with those details though

The two newest drawings of Donnie and Leo are from a rough draft story I’ve been considering working on again, the twins are stuck in a loop that was caused after a battle with some bad guys goes bad, after Donnie was able to secure one of the bad guys he doesn’t realize that their battle had caused the building to start collapsing, Leo was able to portal himself and kick Dee out into safety but wasn’t able to get himself or the pinned criminal out in time and ultimately loses his life when the building caved in on him. The villains buddy uses an artifact (that they were stealing) in an attempt to save his buddies life but ultimately trapped themselves and the twins into a time loop, they eventually have to work with the criminals to fix this problem they’ve gotten into. This story has no happy ending and is VERY dark. There is only one way to stop the time loop and Donnie isn’t sure he can go through with it. Cheesy I know but I’m a sucker for a good time loop story, plus it was planned to be a very short comic

Just in case I do decide to pick that one back up I won’t put a lot of details or spoilers

Additional doodles under cut

Some screenshot redraws of Leo , I wanted to try out a few different color palettes and I really like how they look

My first time drawing big mama, I think I did good for only having one reference photo of her, though I learned that I can’t draw crop tops for the life of me 😆

[scaredy-katts]

BITTER . . . kyotani “mad dog” kentaro + f! reader

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warnings : mdni!!!, nsfw content, dom/sub relationship, biting, blood, fingering, degradation, kyotani's kinda mean but we love him all the same

a/n : in connection with my series on main, has no relevance to the plot I just love kyoyn way too much, if you're only here for the smut he calls her “weezer” as a nickname (yes I put that shit in there tf)

 “Kentaro-” she utters a warning as he presses her into the wall, guiding kisses down her collar bone. She feels out of breath, and her heart rate is through the roof - he knows, and he chuckles.

“What?” Spoken through nips and bites at her neck, eliciting mewls through a bitten back smile. “I know you like it.”

“That's the problem,” she groans. But he bites again, sinks his teeth into the delicate skin of her neck, and she takes a sharp inhale. “Fuck-” She knows he's drawn blood, can feel as he licks her neck clean of it. Part of her wants to melt into him, to submit like she always does without a second thought; but the other part doesn't want to do it here - in a dingy basement with blood on the floor.

“You wanna go home?” He's asking genuinely, she knows it, but the way his teeth pull and nip at her skin makes her lose her senses.

She feels her resolve crumble at her feet when he bites down again, and the sharp moan that falls from her lips makes him smile. “It's a long walk.”

He pulls away, and she immediately feels swindled when he locks eyes with her. He's got that look in his eyes again - like he wants to eat her alive. “You want it bad, huh?” She feels her face heat up at the question, and he chuckles at her lack of response. “We're going home, Weezer.”

“What-?”

He cuts her off, “that's what's holding you back, yeah?” He says it like he's certain of it, but phrases it in a question for her own peace of mind. She nods. “So, we're going home.”

She can feel the heat pooling with every step she takes, he's got his arm around her shoulders and she thinks she might die from the contact. He did this on purpose, she knows it. Makes her wait for it only to pull orgasm after orgasm out of her until she believes she's made of putty.

“What're you thinking about over there?” The question makes her breathless, almost embarrassed, because she knows he's teasing. He likes to play with his food, he always has, and she melts every time.

She doesn't answer for a moment, her cheeks are hot and she feels the need to catch her breath. But he pulls her a little closer and everything is alright again. “You.”

“What about me?” There's a smirk on his lips, he knows exactly what he's doing. She opens her mouth to say something, but the words don't come. She's always been nervous around the topic of sex, and Kyotani tiptoes around the subject expertly and brings her out of her shell.

He sees her hesitation to answer, so instead, he answers for her. He pulls her closer to him, she can feel his breath in her ear and it makes her shiver. “I'll go first, pretty girl,” her knees feel wobbly at the name but she nods nonetheless. “I'm thinking about how good that pussy is going to taste the moment we get home.”

He's so vulgar, so uncouth, the man doesn't have a shred of embarrassment and it makes her cough. “Oh my god-”

“Can't wait to hear you screaming my name, baby. You'll be lucky if you have a voice at all tomorrow.” She wants to press her legs together, to not feel the slick with every step she takes. She takes his hand within her own and holds it hard, squeezing his fingers relentlessly as he keeps going. “Fuck- can't wait to feel your pussy grabbing my cock. ‘Gonna feel so good when you come on me-”

“Ken-”

Every clean thought she had was wiped from her mind the moment he nips at her ear, licks the shell of it and she completely loses her mind with a breath. “If you're good I'll let you ride me, baby, be on top like you always wanted.”

She feels like a rabid animal when he opens the door to the apartment. Like a dog chasing a rabbit, because the moment he closes the door behind them she pounces. She captures his lips, it's sloppy and needy and she feels him smirk against her, but her fingers are already at the hem of his shirt pulling it up.

He's got his hands on her waist, letting her do the work she so desperately wants, until he lifts his arms as she pulls the shirt over his head. “God damn, baby,” he's mumbling against her lips. She's already trying to unbutton his pants, and the grip on her waist tightens.

“Shut the hell up and help me.” It's a demand, and he's almost taken aback, but leans into it regardless. He slips his fingers under her shirt and pulls up, letting her wriggle out of it before kissing him again. Before they can do anything else, he pulls her closer to him and walks her towards the couch.

There's a switch that's flipped in his brain when he feels the couch cushion behind him. He likes the neediness, the desperation that oozed from her, but he wanted to absolutely wreck her.

Her kisses are sloppy and full of lust, he almost loses himself in it before he pulls away. “Turn around.”

It's like he can see the gears turning in her brain, because she blinks and seems confused. “But-”

“I said, turn around.” She's obedient to him and only him, every other man she's been with she ate alive. But not him, not Kyotani. She allowed him the control she so desperately wanted to give up, a freeing feeling of letting go and pleasure taking its place.

He was a good lover, he took care of her, brought her to places that made her vision fuzzy and her ears ring. And did it with a shitty grin and heinous words.

She turns around and shivers, she knows he's taking her in. Drawing his eyes down her like a predator sizing up prey, and her breath hitches when he touches her. He's gentle, tracing over the lines of her body from her shoulders to her waist. He presses small kisses against her; and it's almost like he's apologizing for what he plans to do.

“You looked so pretty tonight,” he mumbles against the skin of her neck and she closes her eyes. “People kept staring at you too, gonna have to mark you up so they know you're mine.” His words are sweet despite the message, and mark he did. She wasn't a stranger to the bite marks and hickies, there was always a plethora of reds and purples littering her neck.

She liked it. Liked the thought of this is how he claimed her, liked that he wasn't ashamed of her so much so he wanted to sink his canines into her. She liked being wanted by him.

“All yours,” she whispers through a breath. Every bite is harder than the last, pulling yelps and moans in tandem as he makes his way down the delicate skin of her neck. He's holding her hips tightly, and digs his fingers into her skin at her words - she drives him crazy, and she doesn't even know it.

He keeps a hand on hip and the other moves down to the button of her jeans. He's achingly slow, meticulous, and she whines when he unbuttons them and slips his hand in. His fingers dip under the hem of her panties, and she lets out a breathy moan when he drags his fingers along her slick. “Shit, baby,” he curses. “This all for me?”

She can't find the words to speak before he finds her clit and focuses on it, rubbing small circles with ease from the wetness. She lets out a strangled moan, between the quick work he's making on her clit and his teeth in her neck she can't see straight.

Her legs feel wobbly, and she's made all too aware they're both still standing when she feels her knees buckle. Kyotani feels her tremble against him, shiver with every nip and bite, and he wraps his free arm around her. “Can't believe you got this wet over some words.” He's mocking her and she whines. “Fucking freak.”

He's practically holding her up, because with every pass of his fingers she loses herself a little more. She's a mess and she knows it, her cheeks burn at her disposition and the heat only grows more at his words. “Ken, please-”  She whiney and desperate, rolling her hips into his hand with a need that consumed him.

“Use your words, tell me what you want, you little freak.” His voice in her ear makes her eyes want to roll back. And if she wasn't a moaning, whimpering mess, she'd tell him to shut up.

“More,” was all she managed before he dipped his fingers down anyways. For a second, she thinks he's stopped, but the moan that passes her lips when his fingers sink into her pussy makes her cover her mouth.

She feels him smile against her neck, and he presses another kiss to her skin before biting down once more. Even with her hand over her mouth, she feels she's too loud to have just started. He usually makes her wait, likes to take his time, to edge. But this is quickest she's been to the coil snapping in her core and she feels like she's going insane.

“You gonna cream on my hand already? We barely started, baby.” He sounds all too proud of what he's doing, and there's a haunting thought in her head that he's about to rip it all away. But the thought is replaced when his fingers hit her g spot, and she feels her voice crack from pleasure. “Move your hand.”

She does it without question, takes her hand from her mouth without a second thought. Because she knows one wrong move and she can kiss her peak goodbye for the next hour, knows that he'd pull her as far as he can then make her plummet by stopping.

But now her moans are on full display, and she feels her cheeks scorch when she truly listens to herself. It's pornographic and lewd, the sounds of her cunt and high pitched moans make her want to cover her face in embarrassment. “Good girl, you sound so fucking pretty.”

The coil in her guts keeps getting wound tighter and tighter, his fingers found the one spot that makes her the loudest and stayed there. Bullying his fingers into her and making a mess of his hand - he wouldn't stop until she was a wreck of the woman she once was.

“Oh my god-” she's breathless when she manages to string together the words. “Please don't stop!” The only thing that followed was high pitched moans, and an unrelenting beg of ‘please.’

“Come on, freak, come on my fucking hand.” And the coil finally snaps, and she nearly falls to her knees at the feeling. She feels dizzy, her head is buzzing, and she slumps back onto the man that is the only thing holding her up at the moment.

Her breathing is ragged, and her throat already hurts. But he bites down on her neck again, and the heat starts back up again. “Lay down, baby, we're not close to done yet.” 

these tags are right off the top of my head sorry, smut taglist is open though <3

@kameyyy @bakery-anon @bokutoko @shortcakebaby @honeekyuu

@a-girl-cant-decide-on-a-name

[p3achslimes]

FUCK I ACCIDENTALLY SENT THE ASK WITHOUT EVERYTHING ELSE FUCKFUCKFUCK IGNORE THE HI PEACHIE FROM BEFORE

hi peachie… again >3<

here’s some charlie & reader who really likes fnaf because i love YOU

☆ charlie doesn’t hate fnaf, but he’s just not that into it. he’s played it plenty of times for stream, but the games never really clicked with him the way they did for you. he thinks they’re neat, sure, but he doesn’t have the same level of excitement when talking about the lore or characters.

☆ that doesn’t stop him from listening to you ramble about it, though. if anything, he loves seeing how passionate you get. even if he zones out halfway through your incoherent rambling, he still nods along, smiling at how animated you get when talking about it.

☆ “so wait, let me get this straight—he keeps coming back? why does he keep coming back? doesn’t the whole, like, getting springlocked thing suck? why would you do that to yourself?” he asks, confused, while you sigh dramatically, before explaining again.

☆ he will absolutely make fun of the fact that you have fnaf plushies. “baby, be honest. if glamrock freddy showed up at your door, would you let him in?” when you say yes without hesitation, he groans. “god, i knew it. you’re lucky you’re cute.” (side note: i’m gonna sloppy kiss glamrock freddy he’s my fave)

☆ he doesn’t mind watching you play, even if he gets bored after a while. sometimes, he’ll sit behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and letting out little exaggerated gasps whenever something happens. he’ll even fake being scared, just to hear you laugh, teehee. he just likes being around you, honestly.

☆ the lore absolutely confuses him. you could spend hours explaining it and he still wouldn’t get it. “okay, so, who’s michael again? i thought he was william’s son? and now you’re telling me he’s a zombie or something? i—baby, you’re losing me.”

☆ even though he doesn’t care about fnaf as much as you do, he still indulges you. if you get excited over a new game announcement, he’ll hype it up with you. if you want to go see the fnaf movie, he’ll go, even if he spends half of it making dumb little jokes in your ear.

☆ sometimes, when you’re really excited about something fnaf related, he’ll tease you in the softest way. “you’re so cute when you talk about this stuff,” he murmurs, ruffling your hair. “i don’t get a single word you’re saying, but god, i love hearing you talk.”

all in all i’m going to give charlie the best head he’s ever had

JAYYYY OMG I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU IM GONNA KISS YOU FOR THIS

this part is so real (i love that robot bear so much) i want fnaf plushies so bad i cant believe i don’t have any

let me raise you this ☝🏻

as a girlie who wants to cosplay so bad but doesn’t know how lmaoo i LOVE to think about matching costumes with my faves, so i love the idea that charlie would let you dress him up as glamrock freddy for a party of some sort so that he can match you (personally i’d probably be roxy hehe)

“who am i again?” charlie asks, holding onto your waist as you straddle his lap, concentrating on making smooth swipes with a makeup brush across his face. “charlie. you have literally played help wanted on stream.” “ohh, sorry you just look so pretty i have not been paying attention at all.” you fake as if you’re gonna stab the bristles into his eye (but its really to distract him from fact his stupid line made you blush) “shut the fuck up.”

[the-stove-is-divorced]

You understand <3 I swear they keep blurring in my mind completely, I’ll confuse which thread I’ve even responded to lol.

Cecil being pissed the fuck off he DID have Mark on a leash and then loses it immediately (relatively) it’s so funny. Like wow you really get a taste of what you wanted SO bad and lost it because of your OWN actions. Reallyy feeling the bite of not having the Guardians around, huh? Still wish it was handled more clearly and coherently. Like, characters do point out Cecil is insane for planting a bomb in a kid’s head, bur I also wish there was, again, a visual parallel to the fact in Mark’s eyes the Obey Me or Die, is what NOLAN did to Mark, or to his understanding. Like do this thing you don’t agree with whatsoever or I’ll kill you. The story clearly has the Mark = Nolan parallel going (and no Debbie parallel which I am so normal and not angry about, not like she raised him or anything), but I am truly begging for them both to have it. Even if it’s only in their respective understanding, or bias. PLEASE. I BEG. At least to emphasize how quickly Mark escalates the situation, equating Cecil and Nolan, if his morality isn’t sound and sturdy enough to build up to this neatly?

ALSO SPEAK ON IT, Cecil casually commits to breaking and entering CONSISTENTLY. Don’t matter if you’re at college, at home, etc, if he wants to see you, he’s GOING to see you, privacy be damned. And yeah, it’s never RLLY acknowledged as insane?? Just, like, annoying? Like he isn’t showing up at the door, twiddling his thumbs to be let in. He KNOWS where you are 24/7 AND demands your immediate attention by showing up right in front of you. Literally whenever he wants. Why wouldn’t Mark do the same honestly???

ALSO YEAH? Nolan and Debbie makes sense for the date thing, Mark and Eve DONT? Like again, I’m fundamentally confused why Mark, who is supposed to be an emotional guilt magnet, who SHOULD be still blaming himself for what his father has done to him in SOME capacity, decides NOT helping is a priority. Who are you??? Shouldn’t you still be guilty about how many people died while Nolan was trying to get on the colonizer mindset in s1? Nolan tried that shit AGAIN in s2. He got you take home his affair baby??? All of sudden it doesn’t work? Where bro’s guilt go??? We don’t get a moment that suggests he’s wary because of, again, his Dad, either but him just saying no!

I get the purpose, sure, Mark is now warier about being given some random vague task, I understand this a moment of progression for him, even if it’s a darker decision. He’s literally wearing a darker color, but I wanna see more???? Idk conflict??? A progression of him dealing with his guilt, hesitating, before refusing. Have him look nervous or uncertain after. Is this the right thing? Are they lying to him too? What if it’s Nolan again somehow?

That dynamic being iso different than the comics is making me cackle because if we have a more connected relationship, even with hostility and suspicion, why not?? Do more then? Like we’re on first name basis, Debbie hates his ass, but also “can’t believe” Cecil would lie to her son…? Huh. How does that work? Shouldn’t she be annoyed Mark talks to him at all? Pull a “I told you so?”.

Honestly, Amazon question is one I hadn’t considered, but the rings of power budget will never not irritate me. The amount of shows not given the time, advertising, etc it deserved because some bigwig wants it to fail, to cut budgets, to cancel it, erase it from existence will never not make me PISSED. But seriously, Amazon makes how much and what’s given to allow this show to thrive??? This show is limping. Being disappointed in the animation is a common MEME??? Calling it the slideshow ass show!! Which is mean, but also come on now. Can we have a cool, animated fight scene please? I will plead.

Also Cecil being a control freak and that’s why he keeps bringing Donald back makes TOO much sense at this point. Bro won’t betray you and Cecil is clearly not letting him go. That’s a loyal dog right there.

AND YEAH. Invincible kinda falls flat on what it does try to present, and I feel it’s partially how wildly diff s1 and latter seasons feel? Even when it wasn’t done well, there was a focus more on “wow isn’t this fucked up” that gets dropped to focus on other plot points without really thinking how to articulate all of it properly? So, the point that was being made is on the cutting room floor, and the new point is even SHAKIER. Invincible has a very strict moral compass, but has no idea what those morals are. I would love to see when they figure out what they are, because shows. Like, I don’t even know where Mark’s lines are drawn and he’s our protagonist, and it doesn’t feel like a well articulated ambiguity or hypocrisy as much as an incidental one? And yet, I will watch without hesitation. I love this show. I also can't stand it. I wanna break out a board and red string of every moment it refused to live up to potential. It's living rent free in my head.

While I'm not too familiar with the DCU- your batfam meta posts are intiguing- so in transfering some of the broader strokes from them- I think you tackling a 'Mark isn't Nolan's biological son' fic would be fascinating. Sort of a step to the side of the 'what if Mark never got his powers' fic that sometimes pop up in the fandom

OOOOOO chewing on this currently, hm, the much a distinct flavor of exactly what you’re talking about, but the potential for more family drama depending on WHO knows. Does Mark know?? Is he waiting every day only to be crushed? Does he confused non-Debbie features with Nolan’s? I suppose I’m not the most enthusiastic about non-power AUs, but I think there’s something very fun to explore about Mark having to settle with, if he knows all his life, he will never have powers? I think the trajectory of his dreams will obviously shift, I can see him still having that distinct fatherly idolization, but perhaps embraces being useful to the GDA? Cecil’s number one intern—only intern—curtesy of nepotism, ha! There is something tickling me about Mark taking the Robin Route/Role for the Teen Team in terms of having no powers, just insane skills, BUT there’s something way more delicious about intern Mark when s1e01 happens and Mark tries snooping around to find out the truth about what happened to his Dad.

I wonder if, with Mark having a whole another father, if they’re more or less distant relationship, depending on WHEN Nolan entered Mark’s life? Like if Debbie met Nolan later for this, or just for fun, they dated once, separated (Mark being born during then), then they happened to stumble into each others lives again and Mark’s already been born, anywhere from tween to teenager so there’s a gap in how close they are. I feel like one important aspect of the whole Family Drama is how close they’re supposed to be, a functional, loving family turned upside down? So I wonder what more distance does. I wonder how Nolan copes when his family is entirely human and he can’t project onto Mark.

I love thinking about these, omg.

[wolfwarrior142]

Callum has asked Rayla twice now to kill him if he's ever corrupted again. This time as like a barter. And this time, despite looking devastated, she finally (begrudgingly) agrees. And later this season, Callum is cleared of his dark magic corruption, but it also warned that if he does dark magic again it'll overwhelm him.

Man my dreams have already been haunted enough by death foreshadowing I can't take much more of it for these two.

[shannonsketches]

he's so important to me

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

just learned that people are like legitimately pissed that mackenyu buffed up for season 2 ???

[lunarharp]

lazy scribbling of my baldur's gate 3 characters

[reflectionsofgalaxies]

god, grief hits you at the weirdest fucking times

[absolutedestinyapocalypsse]

i love how as you read more into tlt, the ninth house seems more and more normal. Like if i'm at an immoral evil government competition, and i use human fat as soap and animate skeletons to do menial labor, i'm gonna LOSE if my competition is the third house, represented by ianthe "who HASN'T eaten human flesh and fucked a corpse" tridentarius. My weird skeleton thing seems normal, suddenly. Well-adjusted, even. It's recycling. They're using resources in a sustainable way. Normal and regular and productive for a post-climate change apocalypse universe.

People go on and on about how Muir drops you into gtn hearing from the person who knows the least about whats happening, and does not hand hold the reader through the crazy shit that occurs, and that's all true. It truly is a crazy writing decision to make your first pov character come from the universe's equivalent of amish fundamentalists. But the reader is actually done a huge favor being dropped into the ninth house first, because we already understand that space is cold and what catholic nuns are, and what goths look like, and what lesbians are. Very little time is wasted in the first chunk of gtn ripping hair out of your head wondering what the fuck is going on, because for all of its strangeness, the ninth house is already the most familiar thing we're gonna get.

Because THEN we learn that this whole universe's medieval chivalry system is designed to groom people from CHILDREN to not only be exploited and used as human batteries for necromancers, but to LIKE it. to wax poetic about it. to confuse it for love, to write fucking academic papers about it! Then we learn about planet flipping, an act so horrific and violent it turns the planet's soul into a massive vengeful monster capable of killing GOD. Like what do you MEAN the animals "change"? Is this why noodle has six legs? I would MUCH prefer to wear skeleton makeup and repent forever if the alternative was to witness my family dog grow TWO EXTRA LIMBS because the planet he lived on fucking died. Suddenly, living in the asscrack of a planet where no light gets in seems like a sweet deal when the whole solar system is lit by a sun that MAKES YOU GO CRAZY. The ninth house's WORST sin, killing 200 babies to make Harrow, a waste of resources and an act so terrible it haunts Harrow for the entire span of her life, is like a BLIP compared to the death count Jod's empire. God even hears about it and he's like, no big deal! The cohort probably kills that amount of people in a DAY.

And its ALSO tragic because you realize that all of this trauma and abuse that Gideon goes through is not really because of the ninth house at all. It's really just an individual skill issue that she wasn't treated with compassion. Nobody hated her because she's jesus or a bomb, nobody even KNOWS she's a bomb. It's just Priamhark and Pelleamena being deeply guilty and scared people that motivates her treatment, and absolutely nothing else.

They did something bad, and they know it, and Gideon survived it, and they can't kill her to cover it up, and that's IT. They killed themselves for pride, because they were afraid of the consequences of their actions (both the baby killing and Harrow opening the tomb) coming back to bite them. You can argue this is the catholicism of it all, and I wouldn't say you're wrong, but compared to the cavalier system, where exploitation is in the very lining of the house's institutions, the ninth house is really removed from the space empire's blood factory. This is compared to the fourth house where they have tons of children to be CANNON FODDER to join the cohort at fucking 14, compared to the eight house uncle nephew fuckery, even the fifth house which actually does seems nice to live on but also seems to have the fourth house in some sort of fucked up political bear hug??? (maybe the fourth house has so many kids in order to fight the fifth's battles? which is EXACTLY what jod's whole empire is about; politely stirring your tea and acting nice while you destroy everything) compared to ALL OF THAT, the cruelty that Gideon faces is really more a bug of the ninth's system than a feature.

There's nothing baked into the culture and everyday life of the ninth house that necessitated that cruelty; in fact, for such a pragmatic and resource-scarce place, it's WEIRD that a strong able-bodied young person was treated like a waste of space and resources. It could just have easily not happened, if Harrow's parents had been different people. Maybe they were products of their environment, but so was Harrow, and she values Gideon's life SO MUCH that she'd literally rather carve out parts of her own brain than exploit her. Gideon grows up knowing really NOTHING about cavaliers, so remote from the horrors of the empire that she develops an idea of what the cohort is from porn magazines. And in a lot of ways, that upbringing was desolate and terrible, and in a lot of other ways it literally DID NOT HAVE TO BE.

Gideon's MAIN THING is that she wants to be useful, to be needed, to be loved and it SUCKS that she couldn't even get it in the one place where she was actually an invaluable resource, where the death empire had the weakest reach. Gideon can't even blame her lack of love on the fucked up chivalry system like everyone else can because it JUST WASNT REALLY RELEVENT!?!?! This is like if i rolled up to the trauma competition and everyone else was raised in a nuclear warzone by wolves or something and i grew up in like, the suburbs and was raised by teachers and i somehow STILL WON. truly what the fuck guys.

[buckyalpine]

18+ drabbles. Imagine Bucky finally gets his hand on the sweetest doll he’s been pining after for months, absolutely taking her apart every which way when he finally has her all to himself. He could only be a gentleman for so long until the mask slips because she feels so good. Too good. He tried to take his time but his body moves on its own, chasing the addicting feeling her pussy makes his cock feel, his thick length gripping and massaging in her tight little cunt.

He has her in his room, no longer giving her soft gentle strokes; no. His hands are grabbing her hips, slamming her back on his cock to meet his thrusts, that spongy head kissing her cervix each time, precum and her arousal creating sticks webs where their skin meets.

“F-uck, I-mph!” Your moans come out muffled and broken, tears wetting his mattress as you try to keep your voice down. Bucky couldn't care less if anyone else heard, a part of him going feral knowing his cock is making you feel so good you can't even form words.

“Yeah? Y’like that, angel?” Sweat glistened off his tanned skin, a drop rolling down his back as he continued to rail you, groaning at your ass smacking against his pelvis, the sight enough to make him blow on the spot, "You're so fuckin' pretty, baby" His voice is a low rumble, talking more to himself as his cock somehow grows harder at the way you squeal. "Sweetest thing I've ever stuffed my dick into, my perfect bunny, fuck you make me feel so good" His head is thrown back, pounding harder, absolutely lost in his own world. His muscles burn, his body hotter than ever but he won't stop.

“S’too much Jamie” You nearly slip but he holds you in place like a limp ragdoll, using you for his pleasure at this point, hitting a spot that makes you gush with no control. Your arms give way, slipping onto your front but he continues to fuck like an animal without losing his pace. The weight of his body is pressed against you, his chest and stomach pressed on your back, his hands coming to pin you against the bed, forcing more of your perfect cream out of you "Oh God, m'gonna-fuck Jamie-J-AMie!"

“Yeah, milk me baby, cum on this cock, can’t help it, you just feel to. Damn. Good” he moans against your neck feeling your pussy clench and squeeze his length, coaxing his full balls to grow heavier, cum desperate to shoot from his swollen tip. "M'so full of cum for you baby, needed y'so bad. fuckk-needed it, look at how well y'take it, m'gonna fill you up angel-oh fuck a-angel-FUCKKK" He lets out an obscene moan, biting down onto your sensitive skin and his body goes into overdrive feeling everything all at once. Ropes of his creamy spend coat your insides, spilling onto the sheets as he continues to grind though his orgasm.

"Shit-m'still cumming, fuck I-I'm cumming again" A whine slips between a growl he lets out as more of his seed pumps into you, the weight of his body fully resting on yours. He wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss onto your shoulders, now indented with his teeth marks.

You giggle at the feeling of his stubble tickling you as he nuzzles into your skin with a satisfied purr, now peppering more kisses to coax more of that sweet sound you make.

"B-Bucky, it tickles!" You squirm around, catching a glimpse at the French doors near the bed, your giggles turning into a near cackle. Bucky curiously follows what you were looking at when he sees your eyes widen, your skin heating up against his.

“We fogged up the windows” you bit your lip trying to hold your laughter down while Bucky smirked, getting off the bed, tracing his finger on the glass.

“There” he says with a satisfied grin, the words look what we did looking back at you. He pounces back on the bed, pinning you down, his tongue dating out to lick up your neck, nipping your earlobe, “can’t let that disappear just yet, ready for round two?”

(Backstory for the windows? this was a result of my sweet Italian menace. He did that. He will see this.)

[valrixian]

You might want to Put on ‘would you fall in love with me again’ from epic the musical bc the dialogue is the lyrics so it might be cringe to read it w/o the music🥲 anyway, Happy (late) Valentine’s Day! My contribution with timkon+epic

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I wanted to animate this part of the song but that would take too much time so mini comic it is! My main inspiration for this mini is Tim in his Red Robin run essentially losing himself, not acting like himself but thinking more like Batman. When his dad died he started to hide his feelings, bottling his emotions up, but his friends helped him realize that he should stop thinking like Batman and start thinking like a titan- or rather himself separate from the bat identity. And ofc in the Red Robin run, later on he reaffirms himself to be different from batman but he at the time felt like he needed to be less of himself and think more like how batman did. And especially with him no longer being Robin, everyone around him dying, no one believing him that Bruce was alive, and his mentality being altered- thinking if crossing lines he’s never crossed even mattered, added more to him losing himself. He really was going through it😭. This was always just interesting to me idk haha

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Also I’m officially Tim’s (forever) age now!

[kuiinncedes]

ahhhhh

[nachojaehyun]

love galore

pairing. ex boyfriend seungcheol + afab reader

summary. when you meet your ex at a charity event, you like to imagine that the universe just wants to kill you. luckily, the mysterious forces of nature have other plans.

w.c 0.9k

warnings. porn with very little plot, car sex, backseat shenanigans, riding, minor tit play, BIG DICK CHEOL!!!! steamy sex, skin slapping, petnames: hers baby, slut his cheol, cheollie — 18+ MINORS DNI!

a/n. exam szn testing my fucking patience. maybe i’m back. maybe i’m not. based off of the song love galore by sza but not rlly 🫶 also wtf we are at 800 followers?? thank you???!!!! also, i surived nnn ;)

this was supposed to be a relaxed evening for you, visiting the charity event in Gwangju just to look at some cute animals and donating for a good cause.

it was supposed to be a few hours that you didn’t spend moping about in your apartment after breaking up with someone who you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with.

well, the word ‘suppose’ doesn’t even cross your mind at the moment.

how could it, when his hands grab at your hips, his lips parted in a groan? when his mouth says your name so beautifully?

you’d not noticed seungcheol at first. not until you were on your knees stroking a moody ginger cat when suddenly someone’s fingers brushed against your own.

at first glance, you wanted to cuss him out. scream, yell, clock him in the jaw, commit arson– every crime under the sun.

but all you could do was helplessly moan like a desperate whore.

seungcheol hastily led you to his car, mouth melding with yours, opening the back door and practically throwing you inside. he tasted like mint and a hint of coffee. just the taste you liked.

nothing about the moment is soft. all that can be heard is his groans, your soft breaths and the lewd dance of your tongues.

“take your pants off,” seungcheol heaves, sitting upright in the backseat as he tugs you into his lap. one of his hands pushes his hair back, eyes dark as he scrutinizes you.

you follow his orders without batting an eye, unbuttoning your jeans with much difficulty in the cramped space and sliding them off.

seungcheol yanks your tank top down, spitting on your nipple as he spares it a lick. “missed you,” he mumbled, teething on your peak as if you hadn’t lost all train of thought the second his lips had met yours.

“missed you, missed these gorgeous tits, and of course, this needy pussy,” his fingers slide between your legs, prodding at your folds. “she’s still mine, right? or did you find someone else?”

you shake your head with a whine when his fingers enter you, feeling your tight walls contract around him. with the pad of his thumb on your engorged clit, seungcheol thrusts his fingers in, a pace that has your mind fogging.

“c-cheollie,” you hiccup, but he shushes you with a bite on your left nipple. “shush baby, just enjoy it,” his words are hoarse, as his tongue lavs over and over your perky mounds.

you can feel the impending telltale of your orgasm the second his fingers curl and they hit that spot inside of you. seungcheol feels a gush of arousal from you, not letting you cum, but just about there to silently remove his fingers and suck them into his mouth.

his cock replaces his fingers, and you just about lose the air from your lungs. no matter how many times you’ve had sex with him, it always feels like the first.

the fat tip pushes past your folds, slowly sinking you down on him. he hisses at the contact. “still so tight f’me... you’ve been a good girl, haven’t you? didn’t let anyone touch what’s mine, hm?”

he knows he’s blabbering, but when he notices the tears spring up to your eyes, seungcheol’s fingers, slightly wet from his saliva wipe them away.

“it’s okay, baby. i love you. i still do.”

you lean into his touch, relishing in the soft moment inside the steamy car when the bastard ruins it.

seungcheol bottoms out inside you, eliciting a moan that sounds so pornographic, you wonder why you’ve not switched careers yet.

the one thrust is enough for you to grab onto his shoulders, lips crashing against his with the power of a sea storm as you begin to ride him.

your tongue swirls with his, squelching noises coming from down below as he meets your thrusts halfway, hands planted on your hips. he sets the pace, your ass bouncing on his thighs, a noise that he has thoroughly yearned for.

“such a good little slut for me,” he whispers against your lips as you lean back, tits bouncing in his face as your thighs start to ache.

but you couldn’t care. not now anyway.

“so big inside me cheol... filling me up all the way,” you moan, eyes rolling as your lower stomach tightens slightly.

the stretch of his cock is too much, splitting your pussy into two in the best way possible. you feel every ridge and vein of his cock, twitching inside you as you praise his size. god, the man’s ego was almost as huge as his dick.

“gonna make me cum like that, baby,” seungcheol whispers, one of his hands leaving your hips to come up and squeeze your mounds. “want me to pull out?” he asks, flicking your nipple with a finger.

“fuck– hah! yes, pull out, pull out!”

with one last thrust and impeccable timing, you feel yourself cum, as he pulls out and releases all over your stomach. the white paints your skin and manages to land a few specks on your tank top.

seungcheol’s breathing is unsteady, as is yours. the sex induced fog seems to fade slightly, as you come down from the incredible high you’ve just experienced.

“stop looking like you regret this, y/n. i know you wanna come back to my place,” seungcheol pushes a strand of damp hair behind your ear, pressing a soft kiss to the sweaty skin of your jaw.

the moment is soft, a rare gem among the monstrous haze that the demon of lust had bestowed upon the two of you.

“what do you think, baby? wanna fuck on the couch like usual?”

oh, how you could you refuse that offer?

© nachojaehyun, 2024

[gloomwitchwrites]

They have too much fun being a scary dad when their daughter brings her boyfriend home to meet the parents

In general, I hate when men do this, especially if they mean it. That patriarchal stuff really irritates me. But for this, it's a prank. They're doing it to embarrass their child (and I'm in support of that).

Due to the nature of the ask, I'm slightly aging up Price and Ghost, and significantly aging up Soap and Gaz. They're all fathers and have been for a while. Their age reflects this.

Presented in four double drabbles.

For the masterlist and how to submit your own request, click HERE

Dad!Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings: dad!141, pranks, shenanigans, protective behavior, terrorizing the daughter’s boyfriend

Word Count: 800

ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist

John Price

"Don’t answer the door, John."

He winks and reaches behind him, turning the knob, and swinging it wide, startling the young man on the other side.

"I'm here to pick up—"

"Come in," commands John. The authority in his voice makes you wince. "Have a seat."

The boy visibly swallows, looking to you for help.

"I'll grab her.”

John reaches for you. Arm tucked behind your back, John drags you against him, lips pressed to your ear. "Let me terrorize the lad for a minute."

"John."

"Just a minute."

John releases you and turns to the teenage boy on the sofa. You ascend the stairs, heading for your daughter’s room. You count to twenty before pushing open the door.

"He's here."

She squeals and presents herself. "Look good?"

"Gorgeous."

She beams as she rushes past you and down the stairs. You make it to the top in time to hear her chastise her father.

"We're only talking," John says casually.

You descend just as your daughter and her distraught-looking boyfriend leave.

"What did you say to him?" you ask with arms crossed.

"We just chatted,” shrugs John.

"John," you scold, but he ignores you, heading into the kitchen. "John!" 

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Who was—”

You come to a halt in the living room archway. Kyle sits casually in the lounge chair, a soft smirk on his face. Across from him is a young teenage boy no older than sixteen. The boy is clutching a lovely bouquet of flowers.

This is your daughter’s date. And Kyle has him cornered like a kicked animal.

You turn your admonishing gaze on Kyle, eyebrows rising toward your hairline as you throw a silent accusation.

Kyle only shrugs, and then winks like it’s a game.

You introduce yourself and the boy relaxes a bit.

Standing, Kyle saunters over to you, his hand resting low on your back. “And what time did we discuss about bringing her home?”

“Nine, sir. On the dot.”

“Good lad.”

“Did you let our daughter know her date is here?” you ask, keeping your tone even.

“I will now,” replies Kyle cooly, never taking his eyes off the date.

He starts to walk away but your grab hold of him, sliding back to his side, lowering your voice.

“Were you polite?”

“Always, love.”

“Kyle,” you scold, knowing he wasn’t.

His lips twitch as he hides a smile. “I was a little mean.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

"Don't."

"I won't."

"You promised."

"Said I wouldn't."

His reassurance isn't promising, and that mischievous grin on his face isn't helping things.

"John MacTavish," you whisper-scold as the doorbell rings and he rushes to the door.

You follow him, but you’re seconds too late. John opens the door and grabs the front of the boy’s shirt, yanking him inside before the young man can get a word in.

“Oh my god,” you mutter.

Already, you hear your daughter’s hurried steps. She’s going to lose it if she sees her father picking on her boyfriend.

The boy’s face blanches, all the color leeching away as he gazes on this muscled monstrosity before him. Johnny is puffing himself up, appearing much large than he actually is.

“Why are you loitering on my doorstep?”

“Excuse me, sir. I—”

“You what?”

“John,” you warn.

“I’m picking up your daughter, sir.”

“Oh, aye. Why is that?”

The boy swallows, his gaze darting to you for help. Your mouth opens, ready to end this when you hear your daughter’s sharp inhalation.

“Dad!”

Johnny immediately softens, draping his arm over the boy’s shoulders like he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

“Boyfriend’s here, love. Be home by ten.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon said he wouldn't be home. You knew that was a lie the moment your daughter mentioned bringing her boyfriend home.

He didn’t change—or make any attempt to appear less…intimidating. Simon wears all black tactical gear with his signature balaclava.

And is that? —No. Blood?

You stare Simon down, eyes widening in silent plea. Your daughter looks on, hands fidgeting nervously.

Don't, you mouth.

While Simon appears intimidating, he’s smiling under that balaclava. The boyfriend appears scrawny compared to Simon.

"Mr. Riley," he says, holding out his hand.

Simon doesn't even glance at the offered palm. He only stares the boy down.

"Where are the two of you off to?"

"The movies."

"What movie?"

He answers.

Simon grunts. "What time will you be home?"

"Around ten." Simon's gaze narrows and the boy swallows. "Ten sharp, sir."

"Good."

Simon clasps the boy's shoulder and herds the two of them toward the door.

"Have fun," you say as brightly as you can.

As they walk to the car, you pinch Simon's side. "Uncalled for."

Simon elbows you. "We have a few hours to ourselves."

"Simon," you warn, but he’s shutting the door, hips swaying slightly.

"I've got some energy to burn." 

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[dilf-c0nn0isseur]

logan trying to get you pregnant - MDNI! 18+

this is not proofread at all, i just couldn’t get domestic lumberjack husband logan and a breeding kink out of my head.

SMUT BELOW THE CUT!

You had just finished dinner, the table set nicely for two, when you heard the front door open followed shortly by the familiar sound of your husband's boots being kicked off. A smile subconsciously crept across your face. You had been married to Logan for almost two years now and you still got butterflies around him.

The smell of supper drew him into the kitchen and he found you there, leaning against the kitchen table with your hands crossed over your chest.

"Dinner looks good," Logan drawled. His eyes flicked from the table to you, raking down your body. His lingering gaze made your cheeks heat up. You loved the sight of him right after work, his tousled dark hair and worn flannel the picture of domesticity.

"Yeah? Tried a new recipe," you said with a hint of pride in your voice. He closed the space between the two of you and wrapped you up in his strong arms, your head buried in the soft cotton of his white tank top. The scent of cigar smoke and lumber flooded your nose and you sighed. "How was work?"

"It was good," he said as he planted a kiss on the top of your head. "Thought about you all day." His hands slid down your back and stopped when they met the curve of your ass.

"Logan!," you giggled. He was always hungry for you after work. In fact, he was hungry for you anytime. Before work, during, after. Your breath hitched as he moved his lips to your neck, planting soft kisses below your ear. "Been thinking about making love to you all day princess." A sudden nip at your soft flesh earned a short moan from you, much to Logan's delight. This further encouraged him and he hooked his thumbs in the waist of your jeans, pulling them down.

"What about dinner-"

"Dinner can wait."

In a matter of seconds, Logan had you naked, clearing a spot on the table. Lately, the two of you went at it like animals. You had both talked about having kids and decided you might as well start trying now.

And try, you did.

You were now bent over the table, your thighs already coated from how wet he had you. Behind you, Logan palmed at your ass and took a deep breath in through his nose. He groaned and dug his fingers into your hips as he smelt how fertile you were. "Perfect time for what I'm about to do to you," he grunted as you heard the unbuckling of his belt, followed by the clang of metal on the tile floor.

You wriggled below him impatiently, almost drooling with anticipation. "Please, Lo. Need you now."

His grip on your hips tightened and steadied you. "Patient, sweetheart. I'll give it to you."

A whine left your lips as you felt the swollen head of his cock spread your folds. You rocked your hips back, forcing him in a little further.

"Want it that bad, huh?"

"Fuck, yes Logan," you gasped.

Not able to restrain himself any longer, Logan pushed himself inside of you, stretching your cunt around his thick length. His hips pressed flush against your ass as he bottomed out inside of you. His head fell back with a low groan as he felt his tip make contact with your cervix. "God, this pussy is fucking perfect."

Dinner was now long forgotten.

He drew himself fully back out before sinking back inside of you. You were so horny, another sign that you were at your most fertile time of the month. And Logan knew that.

He gradually picked up his pace behind you and fell into rhythm. It wasn't long before he began losing control of himself, the smell of your heat and your pathetic moans awakening that animalistic urge inside of him. He pounded himself into you, your body rocking against the table with every thrust.

"Oh! Oh, Logan!" Your fingers scratched desperately at the table, trying to find some sort of leverage as he drilled into you from behind. With one hand still gripping your hip to hold you in place, the other settled on top of one of yours, your fingers tangling. You felt his heavy stature above you as his firm stomach pressed against your back. His lips grazed your ear as he coaxed you, his pace unfaltering and unforgiving. But somehow, it was so loving. So passionate.

"I'm gonna fuck a baby into this little pussy," he husked. "Gonna get you pregnant."

His words made your stomach turn and heat up. "Please, Logan," you struggled to get out with a loud moan. "Wanna have your baby."

Logan was blinded by his urges. He fucked you harder than he ever had before, his balls slapping angrily against your clit with each thrust.

"Oh, fuck-"

You couldn't even manage to get the words out before you were cumming around his dick, writhing below him. You squirmed as he continued through your orgasm and overstimulation took over your body. He felt you moving and gripped the pillowy skin of your ass to steady you, to prevent you from getting out from under him.

"Gotta fuck my cum into you first doll."

His words made you clench around him and he was a mess of deep groans and gasps. You felt his dick twitch inside of you and you knew he was about to cum. Somehow, his pace quickened and he pushed deeper inside of you.

"Stay still."

His teeth sunk into the flesh of your neck as he came inside of you, the thick, warm ropes of his cum coating your walls white. A low, guttural growl escaped his throat as he fucked his seed inside you, pushing it as deep as he could, determined to leave himself as deep as possible. You shook below him and cried out his name. He slammed into you one final time, most definitely bruising your cervix.

His still-hard cock sat inside of you as he panted, drops of sweat falling on your body and mixing with yours. You went limp below him, a fucked out smile on your face. You were so fucking full of him. His thumb rubbed gentle circles on your hip and he kissed your temple.

"Think that one'll catch?"