#i am satisfied 😌

[valiantstarlights]

Which Hob Gadling Are You? Quiz

Instructions: Get a pen and paper (or open your notes app) to keep track of your answers and scores. Select one response and add +1 to your tally. At the end, the letter with the most number of tally marks is your result. There are 8 possible results, as there are 8 versions of Hob. Enjoy! 😊✨

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1.) How well do you flirt?

Not sure. There's no one to flirt with. (A)

Fucking terrible. (G)

Not trying, not interested. (E)

Somewhat of a disaster, but I'd like to think there's hope for me. (B)

Not sure. I think I'm decent at it, but... (C)

I'm often not sure if I'm being flirted with, but if the person is my type, then I'll do my best to flirt back! (H)

I know what I'm doing, and hopefully it's my date tonight. ;) (F)

Honestly? I'm at a point in my life where I don't care if I'm good at flirting or not. (D)

2.) How much do you wanna fuck/get fucked by your date?

0% - Not right now. I have other priorities. (E)

25% - I'm not actively thinking about it, but if they're interested, then I'm game. (B and D)

50% - Why not? My date is super hot and I'm very interested in them. But if they're not in the mood, then that's fine, too. (H and C)

75% - Look, I'm making an Effort here. It would be nice if my date could show some interest. (G and A)

100% - OH HECK YEAH (F)

3.) Finish the sentence: "How..."

did you know that I'd still be here? (B)

long should I wait? (A)

did you know my name? (H)

wonderful to see you again. (D)

the hell did I fuck that up? (C)

rude! (G)

do you want me? ;) (F)

much longer until my order gets here? (E)

4.) Pick one word from the list:

Life (E)

Patience (A)

Change (F)

Courage (H)

Wonder (B)

Contentment (D)

Friendship (C)

Prosperity (G)

5.) Do you hate Shakespeare?

Ugh. Do we have to talk about him? I have more important things to worry about. (E)

I'm so glad you asked. Here, make yourself comfortable. I have a 6 hour presentation on why he sucks. (D)

I'd rather read a phonebook. (A)

I don't know who that is. (B)

(sighs) If I say no, will you leave me alone? (C)

THAT FUCKING BASTARD (G)

I watched one of his plays. Still think he's overrated, though. (F)

What's a shake spear? Is that a weapon or something? (H)

6.) How likely are you to say stupid shit?

Everything I say is stupid shit. (G)

Only when I'm drunk. (H)

I have no filter, so... (B)

I'd like to think I have learned not to be so careless. (E)

Fuck! I thought I had it! Apparently not. Gods motherfuck I'm never speaking again. (C)

I'm trying, okay? I really am. (F)

I said stupid shit once and I regret it until now. (A)

Very likely. Just wait and see. Any second now. (D)

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YES OR NO QUESTIONS: If your answer is yes, +1 to the letter indicated.

7.) Do you believe in love at first sight? (H)

8.) Do you get excited over things/topics that others consider boring? (B)

9.) Are you content with the life you have right now? (G)

10.) Do you still feel hopeful, despite the horrors? (E)

11.) Are you always DTF (Down To Fight)? (F)

12.) Have you ever fallen in love with a friend? (C)

13.) Would you wait/Have you waited for hours for your friend/s to arrive? (A)

14.) Are you willing to wait however long it takes for the love of your life to appear in your life? (D)

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15.) BONUS: Which is your favorite Hob?

1389 (H)

1489 (B)

1589 (G)

1689 (E)

1789 (F)

1889 (C)

1989 (A)

2022 (D)

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RESULTS:

Mostly A's = 1989 Hob

Mostly B's = 1489 Hob

Mostly C's = 1889 Hob

Mostly D's = 2022 Hob

Mostly E's = 1689 Hob

Mostly F's = 1789 Hob

Mostly G's = 1589 Hob

Mostly H's = 1389 Hob

[xoxoemynn]

There's therapy, and then there's drafting a pissy post that would ultimately be productive, smiling at how accurate it is and how good it would feel to get it out there, and then hitting delete. 😌

[singsweetmelodies]

soulmate shit in the f1 qualifying head-to-head

[mediumgayitalian]

second part for that one fic from like a week ago!! where will is like i have a crush on you :D and nico is like Huh. Pardon

[pvffinsdaisies]

scotnor tries each others traditional clothing. Dont know how fond of bunads scot would be

I could totally imagine scotland feeling a bit awkward wearing a bunad, but he loves it. It’s part of Norway and he just loves Norway. 😌

I can see Norway feeling a bit shy wearing a kilt and Scotland softly kisses his cheek to make him feel more confident! 😭😭😭

[persephoneflouwers]

I am SO obnoxious for this 🫠

[nthflower]

Tumblr is always like social norms are evil and stupid and hurt people that doesn't fit in (which is extremely true and I say this all the time too)

But the moment someone do something here stupid everybody is like turn into hive mind and bully them.(not racism or bigoted stuff like terfs idk I am talking about just weird things)

Like people preach be yourself, current social norms are fucked up then mock you for not following Tumblr culture or whatever.

[faronnorth]

my thoughts on new justified in an ordered list

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA RAYLAN!!!!!!!!

i like willa and his dynamic (probably helps that they’re actually related)

boyd holbrook i love you!!!

AAAAAA SEX

I AM WATCHING THIS WITH MY MOTHER

boooooooo to no theme song

ok where do i know that judge from

do you think this lawyer is one of those carolyn’s whose really particular about how you say her name??

the judge was in leverage

ok so this still feels like justified even though the camera is wonky and there’s an ugly blue filter

i’ve finally got used to willa’s voice

raylan is still raylan and i love HIM

[jinkoh]

finally finally finished a fic i started all the way back in feburary idk why it was so hard to finish but finallyyyyy

[teafiend]

The emotionally hard-hitting Episode 5. Another favourite episode to feed this Kang Gil Young fangirl. So gorgeous in her light denim jacket assemble too ❤️‍🔥💙🩵🖤🩶

(GIFs from @Nungchae, Twitter/X)

[hamelismybae]

THEY'RE MARRIED!!!! i don't know how can i express what that did to me. now i want to be domesticated.lol💯💦

Still not over the way the ring fucking GLEAMS as she turns to see Miorine; this show made damn sure you knew they were married, oh my god. 

[urmine]

passed this 70 question exam w an A 🤭🤭

[daycourtofficial]

It’s just to satiate the bond

Pairing: Eris x Rhysand’s sister!reader | WC: 2.3k | warnings: smut, piv, oral (f!receiving)

Summary: an agreement to have sex just to satiate a mating bond neither party wants is a great idea. Surely no one will get hurt, right?

Author’s note: this is part of my gingerfucker series but can be read by itself 😌

Her teeth were grinding as she walked down the hallway, her steps getting faster, trying to put as much distance from her and the large meeting room. She had to get away, she had to hide. She moved further away from the gathering of High Lords, pushing her instincts down, down, down as she went.

It was ridiculous how her body was reacting to just being in his presence, being so close to her mate. She shook her head, angrily trying to dispel that word from it.

Her ears twitched at the sound of quick steps behind her, nearly catching up to her. She quickened her pace, almost breaking out into a run, but the male that had followed her was quick to push her into an open door, shutting it behind them.

“What the fuck, Eris? Let me out of here.”

Eris stood blocking the door, not letting her move past him. Her arms reached for the knob before quickly being swatted away.

“No.”

“What is wrong with you?” She huffed out the question, not expecting much of a reply.

“Me? What is wrong with you?”

“I’m mated to an asshole.” Being so close to him was making her head spin, his scent of whiskey and smoke made her heart rate pick up.

His amber eyes danced with amusement. “Surely you understand mates are equals, so whatever I am, so are you.”

“You are a child.”

“You are the one who ran away.”

“To get away from you!”

“How did that work out for you, princess?”

He was grating on her, annoyance causing her teeth to grind again. She tried taking in a deep breath, hoping it would calm her nerves.

“It’d work better if you weren’t keeping me in here.” Her voice attempted to make the words sweet, missing the mark they came out with too much bite.

“I have a proposition.” It was difficult being this close to him. She picked up nearly every detail about him in this proximity: the freckles that trailed beneath the color of his shirt, wondering if they continued further down. The faint scent of what must be his hounds that clung to him. The necklaces that hung from his neck, draping over ornate fabrics she wanted to run her fingers over.

“We are both less than thrilled at this mating, however I am sure you are having urges that can’t be satisfied by anyone else or yourself.” His words pulled her from the visual inspection, looking up at him to find her distraction didn’t go unnoticed.

She moved her hands across her chest, fingers tapping her elbows. She didn’t want to admit how right he was - even the sight of other males made her want to gag. Nothing and no one had satiated the intense need that thrummed inside of her since it made itself known to her.

She nodded at him to continue, but he merely stared at her. Exasperated, she finally asked, “how do you suggest we go about fixing that?”

“We need to convince our bond we are happy.”

Our bond. The words struck something primal in her, some deep desire she had to be with him.

“That’s ridiculous.”

“Don’t think I can’t feel you in my chest in the middle of the night.”

“And what of it? Do the males of Autumn not want their females to know sexual desire? Rather it be unpleasant for her?”

Eris growled, the sound shooting heat through her.

“I can do more with my tongue than any male in the Night Court can do with their cocks.”

His scent was suffocating, the air around her coated with him. It was surely making her delirious, surely the only reason she heard herself saying, “prove it”.

Those two words, spoken an exhale, was all it took for the Autumn heir to move quickly.

He buried his face in her chest, his teeth nipping at the exposed skin of the tops of her breasts. A soft moan escaped from her mouth, his face tilting just enough for his amber eyes to show. He looked like a true predator as starving, wolfish eyes looked back at her.

He lifted her, grabbing the backs of her thighs to hoist her around his hips before she felt the wall hit her back. There was no time to object as he stuffed two of his fingers into her mouth.

“Hush now, Princess. Would hate for your moans to expose us.” Heat pooled in her stomach at his smirk.

Eris didn’t let himself think about what he was doing as he undid the ties on his pants. He didn’t think as he slid her panties to the side, sliding his fingers through her wet folds. He bit back the groan that was making its way up his throat at how wet she was. He didn’t think as he lined his cock up to her entrance, something inside him desperate to keep her gaze on him as he did so.

He watched her violet eyes widen as he sheathed himself inside of her, nearly coming undone himself at how perfect she felt around him.

He wouldn’t think about his previous sexual encounters, never caring about who he was with. Sex was transactional, a means to an end. This was to satiate the godsdamned bond thrumming between the two of them.

He would never admit to her he had taken all his previous lovers from behind, never caring to watch them. Never admit to the stirring his cock felt watching her eyes close, swallowing her moans.

Eris felt himself getting close to that high, felt it creeping through his body as his thrusts got sloppier.

He had to take control, couldn’t allow this weakness. His fingers held her jaw tightly. , examining her eyes with each thrust.

“I hate you,” she gritted out, teeth grinding.

He thrusted hard into her, his gaze seering as he watched her eyes roll back.

“You hate me so, and yet you buck like a common whore for my prick.” His hair was falling into his face, his punishing pace making it harder to concentrate.

“Do you ever stop talking? You’d be much more likable if you did.” Her voice was high and breathy, something inside him knowing just how close she was. Their mixed arousal was pinging throughout his chest, a sensation he had never felt before.

“You weren’t worried about likability when you started dripping on my cock.”

“Fuck you.” Her eyes were closed, searching for every ounce of pleasure he was giving her.

“Aren’t you already?” Hushed words were sending both of them closer to that edge, each desperate to land just one more barb. The arrogance in Eris’s tone sent her spiraling, pleasure ripping through her in uncontrollable waves.

Eris was furiously pumping into her as she milked his cock, her high cresting as he met his own. Between their shared orgasm, there was a split second their eyes met. The vulnerability of what they just did passed through the glance, and then it was gone, locked away deep in both their souls.

Eris’s head met her shoulder, struggling to catch his breath.

“Winded there, Lord?”

He growled at the question, his fingers quickly gripping tight to her before immediately letting go. He pulled back from her, the loss of contact making his chest go heavy. His fingers quickly redid the ties of his pants, a hand moving through his long hair.

The only sound was their labored breaths, filling the room with the knowledge that they could not go back. A fact neither of them would accept.

She moved her skirts back down, desperate to cover that seed that ran down her inner thighs.

Eris moved to the door, his back to her enough for him to bring his fingers to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the remnants of her arousal on it.

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“It’s just to satiate the bond.” The lie fell from her lips, something she had been telling herself over and over again over the past few weeks since that first time with Eris.

“Do you like how the bond makes you hot for me?”

The pain from the tree against her face was nothing compared to how good each of his thrusts felt.

Her fingers dug into the tree, desperate for some bit of reality to cling to. It felt absurd how common this occurrence was - meeting almost weekly now just to keep the bond inside from exploding.

It was ridiculous how many nights she spent in her bed, her fingers not enough to satisfy her as her mind drifted to the male behind her.

“Better than being eternally sad over you.”

A chuckle came from him before he thrusted deep inside her, his fingers a tight grip over her hips she was sure was going to bruise.

“How would Rhysand react to finding out his precious sister has been reduced to little more than a common whore?”

“Don’t tell me you have to think of my brother in order to get off, hmm?”

His pace was punishing at her words, their back and forths doing more to him than he wished to admit.

Long fingers wrapped around her neck, tilting her head back just enough for her to see his amber eyes full of lust. She couldn’t stop the moan coming from her mouth at the intensity of his gaze, how just the sight of his eyes and one swift thrust of his hips sent her toppling over the edge of pleasure.

His pace quickened, his thrusts working her through her orgasm until he pulled her as close as possible, emptying himself inside of her.

Eris kept looking at her, his gaze focused as she tried to catch her breath. With more effort than he anticipated, he pulled his hands away from her, helping her straighten herself off the tree.

He moved her skirts, helping her straighten them out. His hand met her waist, an almost tender touch before he quickly pulled it away.

“Next time don’t make any plans afterward. You reek of sex and have the markings to prove it.” His fingers pointed at his own face, showing a line where the bark had made indentions into her skin.

He waited, not saying anything, only nodding at her before winnowing away, leaving her stranded in the woods, confused and alone.

-

“I just need a taste.”

Eris Vanserra was kneeling on the ground before her, his body disappearing beneath her skirts. He was not gentle as he grabbed her leg, throwing it over his shoulder.

“Er-oh.” Protestations die on her tongue as his mouth latched onto her cunt, his tongue pressing against the cloth of her underwear.

Her strained ears could barely make out his grumbling about “coming unprepared”, his voice muffled as his tongue made long, sweeping strokes through her folds.

He was pressing his weight into her, the only thing keeping her upright against the tree as he held her in place. The woods were echoing with the obscene sounds from underneath her skirt, but she could not care less.

Suddenly Eris grabbed her other leg, leaving her hoisted against the tree, his neck her only support.

She couldn’t hold in the obscene noises coming from her mouth. One of Eris’s hands let go of her thighs and she could hear him fiddling with the ties of his pants.

“Eris, you filthy thing. Are you touching yourself while you eat me out?”

A growl was all her retort was met with, a bite to her clit making her practically climb up the tree.

He was moaning into her, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her.

A biting quip was on the tip of her tongue, replaced by a moan as Eris’s fingers pushed the cloth to the side, rubbing his nose through her folds. His usual sharp tongue laid flat as he licked a long stripe across her heat. She shuddered at the sensation, trying to hold off her orgasm for as long as possible. The bond inside her was thrumming, bursting with joy at being pleasured by her mate.

Her hips were desperate as they rode across his face, thighs squeezing his head to keep him in place.

The sound of Eris pumping his cock into his hand was pushing her past her limits, their weekly rendezvous leading her to know exactly how it felt in her chest when he came.

Her high was quickly squashed as he pulled away from her, causing her to fall unceremoniously onto the ground. She let out a soft gasp, both pain and surprise unable to be contained.

“What are you-“ She looked up, chastisement at the ready, only to find her mate gone, nowhere to be found. She stood on shaky legs, using the tree as a support, not wanting to admit the disappointment that followed her as she left.

-

The ground was wet beneath her skirts, the tree biting into her back as she waited. The air was cold and uninviting, as if no one should be out in it without a coat or a lover’s embrace. She tried to ignore the heaviness in her chest, telling herself, “it’s fine.”

She waited. Minutes quickly turned into an hour, the moon high in the clearing above. Goosebumps ran up and down her arms at the late hour. The bond hummed lightly in her chest, nerves too strong to find out the consequences of pulling it.

Were these daliances getting to her, meaning much more than they should? He was supposed to arrive hours ago. He had never left her waiting this long.

Worry consumed her, but the everpresent bond assured her that he was out there somewhere, fine with the distance that lay between them.

She had never waited this long for a male to show up to a date before. She stopped that line of thinking quickly, shutting it down. Reminding herself this is not a date.

She sighed, rejection and embarrassment coming off her in waves. Her chest felt hollow as she looked about the clearing one last time, desperate for any sign she missed him before winnowing far, far away.

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Thanks for reading ❣️

[hitomisuzuya]

Practicing safe words with softdom Scara 🥺

scaramouche x fem reader. smut. fingering. orgasm denial. creampie. degradation. praise. safe words. softdom!scara.

honestly, this request is quite unique😌 i have never written something like this before.

you really are something else. scaramouche is a very, very passionately aggressive guy. he knows this. you may not have thought safe words were mandatory, happy to let him have his way and be as aggressive as he wants. but he thought you should have them, just in case.

safe words add an extra degree of trust that made him weaker for you.

scaramouche's fingers were slowly pumping in and out of your pussy, curling into your sweet spot with an accuracy that took your breath away. a burst of pleasure rocketed right to your throbbing clit, making it hard for you to buck your hips into his fingers for a moment.

his cock pulsed watching you reach up to tug and pinch one of your nipples in a fit of submissive lust. "use your words, tell me how good my fingers fucking into you feel," his electric eyes were trained on your every inch and shudder of bliss.

a soft whimper escaped you, his fingers deliciously stretching you apart, flicking into your sweet spot. "your fingers feel so so.." your legs shook as his thumb slowly circled your clit, your body twitching with the impending orgasm he'd been building up so agonizingly slow, "so good!"

the sweetest, shameless moans reached his ears. just watching you get off on his fingers alone just might bring him to cum right there. "adorable," a smirk curled on his lips, "are you going to cum, slut?" he applied extra pressure with his thumb.

you reached down and stroked his wrist appreciatively. "yes, yes, i am going to cum!" you whimpered, grinding your clit on his thumb.

"you know the rules, what do you say if you want to cum?" scaramouche commanded, scissoring your walls apart as he raised an eyebrow at you.

the gentle command in his tone sent a shiver up your spine, right down to your clit. "stardust," you moaned, waiting on abated breath for the approval you always crave him. it was a struggle for you to remember the safe words you'd discussed with him earlier.

it was a pleasure for scaramouche to deny you your orgasm. he has to keep you teetering on the very edge until he saw fit. the more your body was tense and wracked with the need to cum, you would surely remember your safe words then.

if you want to cum, that is.

he generously hooked his fingers into your sweet spot before cruelly pulling them from your weeping cunt. you squirmed, whimpering in protest. your desperation made his cock harder.

scaramouche was quick to get on top of you. his hand hovered over your throat for a moment, enjoying the way your breath hitched in your throat in anticipation. "fuck, you are being so fucking good for me," he moaned shakily, holding you down as he pushed his cock inside of you.

your walls tightened around his cock hearing his praise. "am i being a good girl? am i? am i?" you babbled as his cock kissed into your sweet spot with dizzying accuracy. he always had this ability to keep you right where he wanted, under his thumb and falling apart on his cock.

scaramouche put a hand on your cheek, skimming his thumb across it as you it into his hand. "yes, yes you are," he purred, bending your knee up towards your chest. "do you want to know how you can be an even gooder girl?" the way your pretty eyes lit up is utterly intoxicating to him.

"h-how?!" you moaned, tilting your head back on the pillow feeling his thumb brush against your throat. his cheeks flushed at the action. you really are being so incredibly good for him. he pulled out half way, pleasure shattering your senses as he bottomed out again.

"remember what to do if you want to cum. your cunt is suffocating my cock, you want to cum so badly," he moaned, a satisfied tingle rippling through him from deeply he was fucking into you. "i don't want to accidentally break you. open that pretty mouth of yours and say the word."

"echo! it's echo!" you cried out, your hips bucking into his. scaramouche delivered a rewarding flick on one of sensitive nipples, making you mewl in pleasure.

"good girl," he praised, and that was what made you break. it was almost embarrassing how hard and fast you were cumming on his cock. scaramouche captured your lips in a deep, open mouthed kiss. there was even aggressive passion in the way he forced his tongue into your mouth.

but that action alone didn't completely stifle the whimper keening from him as he emptied himself inside of you.

[reereees-blog]

How Naive are you Sweetheart If You Think that I would stop If You Start To Beg Or Cry 🥱

You're My Tickle Toy So I won't Stop until I am Fully Satisfied Or You Get completely Broken!😈

Because I know You Are Gonna Come Back To Me Tomorrow Begging To Tickle You More You Needy Lil Thing!😌

[I know most of you reading this want this treatment! ]

( Cr To Uktickling and Ayla Sky )

[kriti-the-creator]

THE SPINJITSU MONASTERY!!

I found a new brush 😁( quite satisfying 😌)

Request: open

I will draw your oc for free but conditions are written in my blog for I am lazy to write that all again 🥱