#i feel so loved and i am so in love and. explodes

[xtianpriestress]

Hello my beloved darling 😘My legs tremble and my little heart race. You make me want you so much, my love, that my imaginary pussy is already wet for you. I dream of feeling your hot cock piercing me, taking me mercilessly, making me scream with pleasure like the good little female dog I am for you. Take me, turn me around, make me yours again and again until your cum explodes inside me, until I am marked by you, stained with your hot nectar. I want to feel every inch of your manhood that conquers me, that makes me vibrate with pleasure, that makes me lose my mind. My body, my mouth, my intimacy are just waiting for you to be invaded, devoured, filled. I want it so much that I get hard just imagining you, dreaming of you inside me, abandoning myself entirely to your desires, to your desire. Come get me, come get me, make me yours. I am your Vanina, your devoted little slut, ready to do anything to satisfy you and enjoy with you. Wet kisses, my love 😘 Vanina ❤️💦🔥💋👅⚘🌈🙏🙏🙏

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[hcneymooners]

⋆ and i came looking for you.

synopsis: knight!f!characters x fem!reader. men & minors dni.

characters: ambessa, sevika, vi, abby anderson, ellie williams, grayson. 

cw: apocalypse au!, princess!reader, older woman/younger woman, age difference, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, reunion sex, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, obsession, pining, forbidden love, protective!reader, protective!knight!characters, vague fantasy nonsense, devotion. this is a drabble.

notes: trying something new. let me know what you think. also i full on was inspired by @s-4pphics + her incredible arranged marriage ellie piece. my head was spinning for hours after reading it. i lowkey am dreaming of it.

the world descends into apocalypse on a sunday morning. you were with her when it happened, laughing with your head tipped back, your eyes crinkling into a scatter of lines. she doesn’t remember what you were saying—if it was a joke, a story, or some terrible card game she kept letting you win.

all she remembers is the wall exploding, a bright flash of white, then red. blood seeping through cracks like light. your scream as the floor fell, the sound of her ribs snapping like children’s bones as she flung herself toward you—only to miss your hand by inches. the castle crumbled, and you were torn away.

a bioweapon, someone at a makeshift shelter tells her later. all she knows is this: she must get back to you.

the world is a wasteland now, and her princess is without her protection. it’s not that you can’t protect yourself—it’s that she is nothing without protecting you.

the shelter is crowded with weeping and the shaky scaffolding of survival. most stare out of the tents with a distant gaze that she understands all too well. she spends her nights clawing through maps and fragments of rumors, breasts heaving against the thin cotton of her nightshirt as she attempts to plot a way back to you. if you are still—no. 

you must be.

they will not let her leave. they speak of safety, of waiting. but she dreams of you. you, in your sheer shift, soft breasts rising and falling with your breath. you, your pouted mouth trembling as you cry, your heavy hips. you, shaking in the throes of nightmares she longs to dispel. and now! look! there she is in this lavish dream.

she dreams of holding your hand, of your body yielding to her touch. of your lips, wet and pliant against hers in a kiss she swore never to speak of again, though now she wishes she had. there you are—the two of you together pressed tightly as you writhe and twist against her fingers her mouth her—

she wakes screaming, the sound feral and raw. she cannot find you. she doesn’t know if you are safe. she begs the gods for mercy, for time, for you to understand why she is late.

they will not let her leave, so she practices for the leaving. she holds water in her mouth until her throat spasms and she spits it up, thick with bile. she practices not breathing. she is preparing her body to endure, for you.

one night, she slips into the lake. the water is black, the moon fractured across its surface. she swims across borders, feet blistered and bloody as she crosses moors and barren landscapes. the world is broken, but her princess is wandering somewhere within it. she hears the wail of a dragon, sees the light of the world’s final stars. your name becomes her mantra, whispered like a prayer. like a long, dizzying spell. 

the nights are long and sharp-edged, predators stalking her shadow. her sword is strapped against her, the weight echoing the feel of your body on her back though it is devoid of your warmth. devoid of the undoing vibration of your laugh.

the woods now. by day, she climbs hills and twists through ancient roots. she remembers your veins, fine as threads beneath your skin, when you were upset with her. sometimes they would just out like birds, overextended. your mouth sharp, your words sharper, but she would press you to her lap and hold you until you softened. she would kiss you until you melted into her arms, your anger spilling away like water over stone.

when she lay with you, it was much like breaking into the earth’s molten core. you were so warm, so forgiving. she remembers your cries, high and breathless, as she brought you to your peak with her hands, her mouth, with toys she had never known before you.

her head swims now, fevered and blurred. she cannot stop. she feels you, a buzzing in her chest. your life runs through her, like a tunnel of bees. they are buzzing, they are a beating against her brain. 

you are close; she knows this. she does not know what is real now, what is simply her hallucinations attempting to keep her comfort. she woke with her lips pressed to the gnarled bark of a tree, believing it to be your skin. she wept in her solitude.

but there—a cave. she digs and claws at its walls, sobbing when nothing yields. she considers the blade at her side, the gods above, but the buzzing grows louder. you are here. you must be. please let her in please let her please let her in please let her in.

she carves through stone with her grief, and the wall finally gives way. a boulder shifts, light spills through, and she stumbles into your sanctuary.

she drags her body through. closes the mechanism because she is respectful of you always. she sees runes glowing upon it, and understands that it is both the gods that have admitted her and prevented her from finding you. she is angry. she lets it go.

the cave is alive. a meadow unfurls before her, wild and endless beneath a fractured sky. lightning laces the clouds, but you have never feared storms. not fire, not water, not the end of the world. you refuse to bend. she hears the splash of water, and she is running again, faster than she thought possible.

she jolts forward, a broken toy with a rusted weapon and almost tumbles down the grass. she is running. she is running. her heart plods along like a horse, her breath comes quickly and harshly. 

she runs until she is at the face of your cottage. it is beautiful, it is of stone. it is glowing with a thousand stars or maybe this is her hallucinations again (it is not.) she is hungry, but she must consume you before food sullies her body. 

she stumbles to the back of the house and finds wild dogs cavorting, sees an empty chair. she keeps running, faster now. she knows you are there. 

the lake is green and blue and true, and there you are, standing at its center. your hair is braided—she smiles despite herself, remembering how much you hated the task. your body glistens with water, bare and radiant. your nipples hard and pointed from the cold. she calls your name. your neck almost snaps as you look for her, hands trembling and half-raised.

silence. you see her and she sees you and you, in your softness, begin to cry. you are floundering, attempting to come to her but she is still running. toward you now. toward you.

she is running, shedding her sword, her shirt, her past. she dives into the water, her body cutting through it like a blade. the sword sinks into the shallow beginnings of the lake and clatters against the rocks. she too, is now bare, body older and scarred, and the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. she dives, disappears which distresses you, and then comes up for air as she arcs through the water like a serpent of a myth. 

her hair is wet and slick against her forehead. you laugh, a wet warbling thing, and clap your hands over your mouth neck body. you need to touch her. 

you collide beneath the surface, chest to spine, limbs tangled.  the two of you are all twisted. when you break through, gasping, your hands find her face. her arms wrap around your thighs, lifting you from the water as her mouth claims yours. you taste salt and earth and honey, the residue of her journey.

you kiss her and kiss her and she is kissing you. she is holding you. she pulls way only to capture your mouth again, her tongue almost brutish as it bullies its way inside you. her hands dip beneath the water to cup your cunt. you are so wet and you cannot tell if it is all because of the water but you know all of it is because of her.

princess, she murmurs against your lips, her voice trembling with reverence.

her fingers slip inside, fucking you viciously. she is desperate to relearn, to feel you fall apart. your mouth is open, but there is no noise. you can hear birds shrieking, singing. maybe there is noise; maybe you are what you are hearing.

princess, she rumbles against you. princess. she keeps her rhythm, bounces you until your cunt is spasming and you melt against her—into her. you are crying and you feel good and beautiful and good. her name spills from your mouth as she milks you—relentlessly.

and you want to touch her too so you pull her from the water and push her onto shore. you spread her legs, thick and large, and lap at her cunt. she is pink inside, like turkish delight, but doubly sweeter.

her musk lures you in, and you suck, holding her to your mouth even though she snaps and shudders and cries. eventually, the pleasure becomes pain, so you release her, her juices slinking along your chin and collar bones.

you look wild; you look like a diety unknown. she is here with you, she has done it. she has held to her vow of protection—of following you for eternity. the foliage around her seems to surge and she cries anew, her grief and satisfaction coalescing into one bright burning star. you lay against her, feel your hearts exchange places. they crawl inside one another’s bodies, wet and red. 

princess, she croaks wetly.

you raise yourself, hover above her. your hair is loose; it hangs over her face. it blocks the sky; you are now her sun. as always. as was meant to be.

princess, she repeats. princess.

your mouth opens, your teeth gleam. you are smiling. this is real life. you are smiling. you are speaking. from your plush lips come the divine words, 

my knight. 

© hcneymooners.

[yaniluvs]

and i'll still be right next to you, my dear 日 ── your boyfriend comes to your rescue, after uni, when your pms turns you into a gremlin..?

𓍯 bf!seungmin ʚଓ fem!reader ：（ 𝒾 ） 1.6k ── ༯ DRABBLE, domestic fluff, humour, flirting, comfort, mentioned pms, kisses, uni au, pure love, dying jokes. req. by ml ! ⸝⸝𓂃 LiBRARY. 𖦹ࡇ𖦹

yani's note ˖ ˙ ᰋ this was an absolute TREAT to write omg. i love love love love seungmin sm i'll explode >< thank you mama @cosmicalily for the request, i really hope it comforts you, at least in the slightest !! please take care of yourself and continue get pampered by your people ;) ! comments, requests, asks, likes, follows and reblogs are always appreciated ! comment/ask if you want to be added to my mastertag ! oh god that was a lot of exclamation marks happy reading <3

it starts with a dull ache in your lower abdomen, the kind that makes sitting through lectures feel like an olympic sport. your mood swings follow shortly after, along with an unshakable craving for chocolate. by the time you make it back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, you're ready to flop onto the couch and disappear into a blanket cocoon.

your boyfriend in question, raises an eyebrow when he sees you shuffle through the door like a defeated sims character. "rough day?" he deadpans, his voice laced with sarcasm.

you groan in response, dropping your miffy tote that he had gotten for you merely two weeks earlier; kicking off your shoes with a dramatic flair. "i'm dying," you announce, flopping onto the couch face-first. "just let me perish here in peace."

he snorts, closing his laptop and setting it aside. "what's the cause of death this time? bad grade? forgot to take your charger? or is it the apocalypse of your own making?"

you flip over and glare at him, your energy too drained for a proper retort. "you’re walking a very thin line, kim seungmin. keyword, very."

that gets his attention. his teasing expression softens, and he stands up, walking over to you. "ah," he says simply, sitting down on the edge of the couch. "that explains why you’ve been texting me in all caps about chocolate and why you cursed out a squirrel this morning."

"i still stand by that," you reply, crossing your arms. "that squirrel was judging me."

seungmin rolls his eyes but can’t hide the small smile tugging at his lips. he nudges you gently. "move over."

you grumble but comply, scooting over so he can sit beside you. he throws a knitted blanket that was earlier draped on the side of the couch, over both of you and settles in, his arm casually slung over the back of the couch.

"what do you need? heating pad? snacks? my undivided attention to watch you be dramatic?"

"another retort and you're gonna be-"

"begging for mercy? your highness, i am so deeply sorry to have offended you in this state of-"

"you're insufferable."

"and yet, here i am, ready to be your personal butler," he smirks, leaning back like he’s got all the time in the world. "...your highness." he adds.

"tell me what you want, and i'll think about it."

"actually, on second thought, don't. stay here, i'll be back in the speed of sound."

"it's said as the speed of light."

"too bad i'm not a science major. now you," he leaned in to press a soft kiss on the temple of your head, before patting the top and standing up, draping the blanket over you once more. "..stay here, with all your miffy plushies, and watch some tv. i'll be quick, okay?"

ten minutes.

it had been only ten minutes since he had gone, and then that was when you heard the familiar rattling of keys from the doorstep.

he stepped inside, balancing two loaded grocery bags of goodies and what not. his eyes flicked over you with a keen, knowing look. your cheeks were puffed, a tell-tale sign of bloating, and the slightly pinched expression on your face made his heart tug.

"i told you to stay seated."

"i had to change, mister." you shrugged.

"so that's the excuse for wearing my hoodie? again?" he remarked, raising an eyebrow as he placed the bags on the table. "did i leave anything behind that you haven't stolen?"

you got up from the couch with a dramatic groan. "i don’t steal, i borrow."

"you mean like how pirates 'borrow' treasure?" he said, shrugging off his jacket. “how’s your mood? should i brace for impact or am i safe for now?"

you shot him a glare, but it lacked heat. "hey!"

"sorry, sorry," his lips twitched, but instead of firing back, he reached for your waist, his cold fingers brushing against your arms. his touch was both gentle and grounding. "is it getting worse?"

the softness in his voice melted your defenses immediately. you sighed, leaning your head against his shoulder as he held you tightly in his arms. "i hate this. i feel gross and tired and…" you trailed off with a wave of your free hand.

he squeezed your hand. "and?"

"hungry," you whispered.

he smirked, his teasing demeanor slipping back into place. "lucky for you, i come bearing gifts." he reached into the bag, pulling out your favorites—chocolate, a lot of chips, and the sacred comfort food: ramen.

he waved them in front of your face. "all for the lady, thanks to her knight in shining armor."

you made grabby hands immediately, eyes lightening up. "gimme."

"what do we say?"

"seungmin, i will literally punch you and have zero remorse, right now."

"eh.. i doubt that. but i'd love to see you try, darling."

. . .

just as you were about to go for his hair, he laughed, surrendering the snacks. "alright, alright. eat your feelings, grumpy little gremlin."

"what did you just call me?" you cringed.

"a gremlin?"

"you've been spending way too much time with felix."

"what's with the face?" he asks, sitting back down. "i’m not a monster, you know. i have my moments."

"rare moments," you quip, taking a bite of the chocolate.

he rolls his eyes again but doesn't argue. instead, he adjusts the heating pad and plugs it in, gently placing it against your lower abdomen. the warmth is instant, and you let out a content sigh.

"better?" he asks, his tone softer now.

"better," you admit, giving him a small smile.

the two of you settle into a comfortable silence, the kind that only comes with years of friendship and understanding. seungmin picks up the tv remote, scrolling through options before landing on a rom-com you secretly adore but would never admit to liking.

"really?" you tease. "i didn’t peg you for a rom-com guy."

he shrugs, his expression carefully neutral. "i’m not. but you are. and you’re unbearable when you’re bored, so consider this a self-preservation tactic."

your heart does a little flip at his words, even if he disguises them in sarcasm. you lean against him, your head resting on his shoulder. he stiffens for a second but quickly relaxes, letting you get comfortable.

"you’re not so bad," you murmur, your voice barely audible over the movie’s opening scene.

he glances at you, his features softening in the dim light of the screen. "don’t get used to it," he says, though there’s no real bite in his words.

the rest of the evening passes in a haze of warmth and quiet companionship. at some point, seungmin shifts, pulling you closer so you’re practically curled up against him. his arm drapes around your shoulders, his thumb absentmindedly tracing circles on your abdomen, slightly massaging.

you sat in comfortable silence, with the distant hum of the tv, for a few moments as you tore into a bag of tortilla chips, the faint outline of the heatpad that he had prepared resting on your abdomen, visible. seungmin watched you with a fondness he rarely let anyone else see.

he wasn’t one to be overly affectionate in public, always opting for sarcasm and well-placed retorts instead of grand gestures. but here, with you curled up against him, he let his softer side surface.

"do you need some tea or water?" he asked after a while, brushing a few stray strands of your hair away from your face.

you nodded, too busy munching to reply.

he stood with a sigh, muttering under his breath. "you’re such a queen, making me do all the work."

"you fucker- you literally just admitted to being a 'knight in shining armor' and 'butler' like less than half an hour ago!" you called after him.

"okay, easy with the language, sailor," he raised his hands in defence, 'i take it, it's still terrible?" he frowned, looking into your eyes.

"not as bad as earlier though, thanks to you." you grin.

"...and the mood switches.. you're scary."

. . .

by the time he returned with two cups of freshly brewed chamomile tea, you had sunk deeper into the beige couch, looking more like a cozy lump than a person. he handed it to you and sat back down, pulling your feet into his lap.

"thank you," you murmured, being handed the floral teacup in your hand.

he nodded, rubbing small circles, giving slight pressure at certain points into your calves, trying to ease your pain. "don’t mention it."

a comfortable lull settled over you two again. you closed your eyes, letting the pain and discomfort ebb away under his gentle touch.

"you know," he said suddenly, "if you just stopped having a uterus, this wouldn’t be a problem."

"oh, brilliant. now why didn’t i think of that?" you rolled your eyes. "but now that i think of it, it might give rise to someone else's problems, not affecting me though." you spoke with an innocent grin on your face.

he stared at you, unable to understand for a hot second. until it came to him- and you could swear you saw his ears shading crimson.

"wow, you're so thoughtful." he murmurs, catching your hand before you could hit him again and holding it tight. "you’re so violent."

"you’re so annoying."

"and yet, here we are," he quipped, threading his fingers through yours.

you squeezed his hand. "here we are."

for a moment, neither of you spoke. the late afternoon light streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over your intertwined hands.

seungmin looked down at you, the usual sarcastic smirk replaced with something softer, quieter. "i know it sucks," he murmured. "but you’re doing great. you’re strong. and i’ll be here… even if you eat all my hoodies and make me buy half the store every month."

your lips quirked. "you’re the best, you know that?"

"as if it wasn't obvious," he deadpanned. "but it’s nice to hear it."

mastertag ୨୧ @cosmicalily @hyunjiiza @modesttiger

[moonmaiden1996]

Thinking about Sanji... 🤔🤭 Do you think besides the nosebleeding he comes undone in his pants very often?

18 +++ Suggestiveness

I mean I should be sleeping but this ask must be answered!

ALL THE TIME!

This man is practically the poster child for coming in his pants. Let’s break it down even further, because the scenarios where this man absolutely loses it are endless.

Sanji is the ultimate combination of devotion and zero chill. From the moment you set foot on the ship, he’s been hopelessly infatuated, worshipping you like a goddess. And let’s be real—when Sanji loves, he loves hard. Which means he also cums hard. Every glance, every smile, every casual interaction with you is like a shot to his very soul and well--- his pants.

The nosebleeds? Just the tip of the iceberg. Sanji is so worked up, so brimming with adoration and desire, that the smallest, most innocent gesture can leave him clinging to his last shred of composure and make as mess in his pants.

Everyday Moments That Ruin Him:

When You Praise His Cooking: The way you moan softly after tasting one of his dishes? He’s toast. A trembling, stammering mess, ready to drop to his knees and thank the universe for your existence as he explodes.

Adjusting Your Clothes: Fixing your shirt strap or adjusting your skirt without even thinking about it? He’s biting down on his lip so hard its hard to know where his losing the most bodily fluids from.

Stretching in the Morning: Catching a glimpse of you stretching after waking up, arms above your head, soft sigh escaping your lips? He’s gripping the nearest piece of furniture for dear life- the man needed to change his outfit and he he hasn't even made breakfast yet

Subtle Teasers That Shatter Him:

Eating Something Messy: Watching you innocently bite into a piece of fruit or a pastry, lips glossy and fingers a little sticky? He’s sweating, his knees weak, heart pounding like a drum and his definatly twitching.

Playful Touches: You laugh and lightly tap his arm, or, heaven forbid, rest a hand on his shoulder while asking him something. His brain short-circuits defiantly thinking about another place he would like you to touch as he reaches his peak.

Trying to Learn Something New: If you’re cooking and lean in close to ask for tips, he’s hyper-focused on not combusting as you innocently stand inches away from him. If he has to put his arms around you to help your technique he is a goner.--- RIP SANJI.

Accidental Intimacy:

Sharing a Drink: You take a sip from his glass or taking a bite off his fork? His thoughts spiral, and he’s barely holding it together. I mean he just isn't he collapses on the floor and is twitching for at least 10 minutes before his aftershocks subside.

Fixing His Tie: Adjusting his tie or brushing crumbs off his shirt? He’s will be needing to take a trip to his room to change.

Wearing His Clothes: Borrow his jacket or shirt? The though alone sends him its a sea of moans. The sight-- this will send him onto a full on fit and I am talking multiple. He passes out from pleasure here.

Sanji’s mind has been racing about you since the day he met you. Whether it’s imagining sweet, romantic gestures or, well, less innocent daydreams, he’s perpetually teetering on the edge. Any minute he could burst. He’s so eager and so deeply in love that even the most mundane interactions feel electric so he is very sensitive to anything you do.

Would he be mortified if you caught on? Absolutely. But deep down, a secret part of him would revel in it— he wants you too watch him! Knowing that even without trying, you have this effect on him. It’s just further proof of how utterly and hopelessly devoted he is to you and proves how amazing you are.

On the whole Sanji doesn't see this as a bad thing he sees it a proof that your made for him but... he does not love the amount of laundry he has to do or running out completely and having to borrow erghhhh Zoro's. The texture, the smell… the sheer uncomfortableness of having to wear Mosshead's clothes. But when he’s desperate, he’ll reluctantly reach for those, all while muttering curses and swearing that he’ll never let it come to that again. Of course it does as Sanji simply cannot stop himself.

But after that horrifying experience Sanji will just go commando or finally get you to love him so he can become undone in some other way *waggles eyebrows* you know what I mean.

I cannot resist a Sanji ask...who am I joking I cannot resist any One Piece guy I mean Corazon ....

Hope you enjoyed. I would love to know your take on his too :P

LIKE. COMMENT. REQUEST.

[elicypher]

Very respectfully requesting William J Moriarty x reader with food play. Write whatever gender you want, whatever format you feel more comfy with, but I'd like reader to be afab

With lots of love

-☎️

- i tried doing research on this but it was always so over the top or nothing at all, lmao. so i hope this can be a balance of it and what you were expecting, anon :)

- food play, fingering, mention of cunillingus, william james moriarty x reader

the glow of the candelabras bathed the dining room in gold, and the soft crackle of the fireplace was the only thing filling the silence other than your bated breath—quiet yet irregular. dinner had long been eaten, the plates cleared away—leaving only a tray of fresh strawberries and a pot of melted chocolate.

william's eyes gleamed with something other than just mischief—something darker and intense. a mixture of desire and lust.

the only thing left to have, in the end, was dessert.

his crimson gaze settled on you, unflinching, as he dipped his slender, long fingers into the chocolate—coating them with decadent, molten sweetness. his lips further quirked up when he commanded, his tone a husky, low baritone, "open."

you felt so very vulnerable, atop this dinner table, bare and embarrassed. your breath hitched when his hand lingered at your chin, tipping it up before he slid two chocolate dripping fingers into your mouth. the taste exploded on your tongue as you closed your lips around him. a shaky breath left him.

"good," he murmured, watching you intently. "now clean them for me." your cheeks burned, but you complied—your tongue flicking against his fingers, savoring the sweetness from them.

the deliberate motion of your tongue made a low hum of approval escape his mouth. he pulled his now chocolate free hands back with a pop. "i must admit," he began, his voice low and smooth. "there's a certain charm to seeing you like this."

you flushed red at the way he stared at you, fiddling with your fingers. "....and how am i, exactly?"

"tempting."

the word hung in the air, sending a shiver down of pleasure down your spine. it was almost pathetic, the way your body would respond so intensely at mere words from him. he lifted a ripe strawberry from the dessert platter, and dipped it into the pot of melted chocolate. william then whispered, "may i?"

you nodded, your lips parting slightly. william leaned closer—tracing the chocolate dripping strawberry from your neck to your chest. each movement made you clench, arousal pooling at your legs. and william's tongue followed soon after, tasting and licking the trail of chocolate he left behind on your skin.

first the neck, your collarbone, the valley of your breasts, the curve of your stomach—so slow and so tenderly, he nursed them all with his tongue, deliberate licks making you tremble. eventually, he put the strawberry between your lips, asking you to "take a bite" before he stole it from your mouth.

"oh" you gasped quietly when william's lips closed around your nipple, the heat and pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through you. his untouched hand slid lower, tracing over your hip, before snaking in past your thighs—spreading them apart.

"already so eager, are you?" he muttered against one of your breasts, low and dark, sending a vibration through your skin. he could feel how wet you were on his fingers, feathery touches against your slit—it amused him, and to an extent, made him proud at how you caved in so easily at a few touches from him.

"william.." you pleaded needily, quiet—but just enough to hear, your desire hooded eyes staring up at him with a lustful haze.

"i know, darling." he whispered before obliging to your needs. his fingers found your clit, teasing and circling as his mouth continued it's ministrations on your chest. your moans filled the room, and you could feel his smirk against your skin, clearly pleased by your reaction. "do you like being my dessert?"

"god," you gasped, nodding feverishly. "yes, yes i do."

william's movements grew even further deliberate, his middle and ring finger now sliding inside the ring of muscles, it being fairly easy with how wet you already were. his other hand continued to work your sensitive bundle of nerves.

the sensations had you overwhelmed and moaning—his mouth, his hands—the sheer intensity of the pleasure he could induce driving you to the edge. "that's it.." he murmured huskily.

your eyes screw shut, mewling noises escaping you while your hands clutching at his shoulders as if your very life depended on it. the only other sounds that left your body was the squelching between your legs, and the whimpers of his name.

"good girl," he whispered, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. "you're doing so well... good job, darling."

you knew you were about to orgasm, and he knew too—the tremors in your legs were an obvious indicator, along with your now hitches breath, that seemed to quicken it's pace every second. "come on, pretty," william whispered. "let go for me."

and there it was—your release hit you like a tidal wave at his guidance. your body arched against him as he coaxed every last tremble from you. he didn't stop immediately—no, his touch and lips remained relentless while he prolonged your orgas, eventually leading you breathless and utterly spent beneath.

as your breathing slowed, he pulled back—taking his seat on the chair in front of you again. you made an attempt to get up, thinking it was over, but william pulled your legs closer to him—angling your currently oversensitive pussy to his mouth.

"you taste even better than i imagined." he said, scarlet eyes hungry for more. "won't you give me one more?"

@ELICYYPHER — do not retranslate, repost or plagiarize.

[vhstown]

malala windsor ★ general headcanons

a/n: i love this girl to death you don't even know man... thank you to my friend sadi for talking to me about this character at less than ideal hours 🙏 i hope you like these! a little shorter than my other ones but i don't have much to go off okay...

When she originally gets her powers she's at the mosque for Friday prayers and her hands get stuck to the carpet and she's just stuck in prostration. Everyone sheds a tear from how dedicated she is to her religion but really and truly she's praying the skin of her hands isn't ripped off 😭😭😭 The whole mosque is empty and my girl is STILL there.

Definitely the talk of the town for a while. Loved and hated by Muslim aunties alike. There's a chunk of the carpet missing that's in the shape of her hands. Everyone just knows thats her spot.

Apparently her last name is supposed to represent the House of Windsor... I don't really have anything to add except for the fact that I think it's really funny. I feel like she actually does have a Desi or Muslim last name but really plays into the "Bri'ish" joke at Spider Society except they take her 100% seriously and now she's stuck with the Windsor on her spider ID (and she cringes bad whenever she sees it.)

Hijabi activewear for life. Wears it everywhere for practicality and also the crazy UK heatwaves.

TfL warrior. She can quite literally swing to places when she becomes Spider-Woman but she can't give up her aesthetic tube girlie lifestyle. Has her book and headphones and everything and endures the horrible ear pop on older lines with a straight face. She's kind of serving but the restaurant is empty cause it's London and nobody really cares. (Also I feel like London would be really annoying to swing through cause everything is shaped so differently and the train is probably faster..)

Loves sports. Totally feels embarrassed and tries to act uninterested but is a beast on the court. Plays every single sport you could think of but lover of basketball and badminton (she is not a coconut when it comes to badminton like me OKAY!)

Cannot cook to save her life (she's trying okay... I AM NOT PROJEC)

Has so many frankensteined hijabs in her closet from making suits. Feels like a total genius when she figures it out and geeks out about it to other spiders at HQ even if they've heard it like a billion times.

I think she knows a woman who's a lot like Jessica Drew in her universe so she's more friendly with Jess than anyone else would be. They totally like to gossip over coffee and tea and the bajillion strange UK biscuit variations in the break room (she DESPISES the 2099 cafeteria food).

Her universe's Uncle Ben is an electrician and he sometimes drags her around to his electrician jobs. She's there begrudgingly but definitely has a eureka moment when she remembers something niche and engineery he explained to her while working at someone's house when she's on a sneaky little mission.

Humanities babe. I know all the spiders are STEM people but I like to think she's into humanities and absolutely just free balls all the tech stuff and actually gets pretty good at it. Maybe explodes a few things. I think she's one of those people in her class that LOVE to debate. An absolute menace in history and politics.

She's from East London. No elaboration needed.

That's about it for now! BIG UP MY DESI GIRLS!!!!!!!! YEAHHHHHHH

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[letmebeyourcrrsh]

۶ৎ 100 Things that I love about I.N ₊ ⊹

His beautiful dark fox eyes ₊ ⊹

How his eyes shape into a crescent moon when he smiles ₊ ⊹

His smile that fills everyone around him with happiness ₊ ⊹

The cute cute dimples ₊ ⊹

I am weird for that but his eyebrows are just perfect ₊ ⊹

The form of his lips is just so beautiful ₊ ⊹

His nose being so adorable ₊ ⊹

Every single hairstyle and color he had.. He ate them all ₊ ⊹

As a person who loves hands.. His big hands! ₊ ⊹

His legs ₊ ⊹

How he decorates his hands with different rings ₊ ⊹

Him being a literal fashion icon. His style is so UGH ₊ ⊹

How he said that he doesn’t buy extremely expensive clothes on purpose, so stay could match with him ₊ ⊹

Even his funny taste in shoes… It just makes him so unique ₊ ⊹

The times when he had braces ₊ ⊹

The fact that he removed his braces on January 17th… my birthday.. ₊ ⊹

His voice being so soft and light. A music to my ears ₊ ⊹

His vocals in general. He is so amazing in singing! ₊ ⊹

When he laughs like HEUGH HEUGH ₊ ⊹

His duality.. How he can go from baby bread to daddy toast is insane ₊ ⊹

How clumsy he is ₊ ⊹

How bad but cute he was in dancing in debut times.. now look at those body rolls! ₊ ⊹

Talking about dancing.. I love hallucination… ₊ ⊹

The vibe in the maknae on top music video! He showed em all who is the boss ₊ ⊹

How this man loves kids ₊ ⊹

His height ₊ ⊹

I really love his Instagram username i.2.n.8 ₊ ⊹

Just as I absolutely go crazy over the aesthetic of each post of him! ₊ ⊹

His English name being bob… I seriously laugh at that. Don’t get me wrong tho I literally LOVE BOB. It does suit him in some way ₊ ⊹

Foxi.ny ₊ ⊹

Each and everytime I hear him singing trot ₊ ⊹

That one time he made a “mistake” in kingdom. When he got so disappointed he cried about it all by himself.. I wish I could have given him a hug ₊ ⊹

His 7 if not more step skincare routine ₊ ⊹

I heard his hair smells the best out of all members… I want his shampoo ₊ ⊹

His baby pictures giving extremem baby fever ₊ ⊹

His story of when he ran away as a little boy… because he asked his parents where he came from. And his father said he found him under a bridge. So little innie ran off on his adventure to find his “ real “ parents ₊ ⊹

His livestreams are my comfort zone ₊ ⊹

When he talks in English. Its so mimimi ₊ ⊹

His face expressions in performances ₊ ⊹

How evil he can be towards his members ( when they try to touch him and he pushes em away or gives them disturbed faces. Its so funny but so real ) ₊ ⊹

How he often bites on his lip when he zones out ₊ ⊹

His habit of touching his earlobe ₊ ⊹

His vlogs feel like home ₊ ⊹

How his sign looks like a fox and not his name or something ₊ ⊹

Him skipping school is so me ₊ ⊹

How shy he can sometimes be ₊ ⊹

How I trust him as if I know him personally.. I need to touch grass ₊ ⊹

When he pouts I want to give him the whole world ₊ ⊹

His memeable face pictures ₊ ⊹

That he loves animals especially puppies ₊ ⊹

How he locks his negative feelings in him and then often randomly explodes. Randomly cries it out for example literally just when eating ( said in one of the two kids rooms I think ) why I love that? I don’t. because its actually not really a great thing. It hurts. But I just relate to that very much. I am JUST like that. ₊ ⊹

His phone cases ₊ ⊹

That one time he looked like Harley Quinn₊ ⊹

That one time he stared at Hyunjin jaw dropped. Blessed by Hyunjins beauty. That is exactly how I stare at I.N ₊ ⊹

Not as an insult, because to some people its an insult. But he is so drawable! I LOVE drawing him ₊ ⊹

His grandma behavior sometimes. The inner grandma in him is FUNNY af. He slayed grandma ayen in skzcode ₊ ⊹

SKZ Family where he was the gen z girl. Bro was such a hot girl he ATE ₊ ⊹

How hardworking he is! ₊ ⊹

His “ Anti Romantic “ personality. When he goes “ IdOlS dOn’t DatE MiMimI “ or makes judgy faces when stays flirt. That’s so wholesome fr. But we all real stays wouldn’t mind him actually dating. His happiness is what matters ₊ ⊹

His talent of tying his shoes in 0.0001 seconds ₊ ⊹

The fact that he knows how to skateboard ₊ ⊹

His ability to play on the piano. I want to hear more of that ₊ ⊹

HE LOOKS SO UGH when he drives. Drive me to work everyday please ₊ ⊹

If you know that then you are real. When he says “ oh honeeeey! Mwwwwwah “ ₊ ⊹

Him being friends with Beomgyu and Heeseung makes me happy as an multistan ₊ ⊹

Each and every solo song of him. And I cant live without untitled by I.N and hyunjin ₊ ⊹

DOLPHIN SCREAM! ₊ ⊹

Random but also his face when he does NOT smile and looks pretty serious. Whoever said he looks scary when he doesn’t smile. I am after you ₊ ⊹

That one video where he gets slapped by two girls when he was still in school and before SOPA. And instead of acting as if it hurts or something. He just was grinning like some maniac. Dude enjoyed the fake slapping ₊ ⊹

His lines in N/S where he sings about loving his parents ₊ ⊹

How did they even convince him to “ moan “ for N/S in the background?! But that too ₊ ⊹

I am fox ₊ ⊹

When he laughs his soul out. There is difference between normal laughing. And laughing SOOOOO loud. Well I love it when he laughs SO LOUD I automatically giggle too ₊ ⊹

How random he sometimes is ₊ ⊹

Any trend he does and any reel they post with him in it ₊ ⊹

The fact that he has siblings. Its just great to me because life with siblings is cool ₊ ⊹

How he drinks water from a bottle. So hot ₊ ⊹

His mooscles and abs… ₊ ⊹

How he himself said in an interview that he wants a HOT album ₊ ⊹

When he wears glasses and pokes his eyes ₊ ⊹

When he does a heart out of his hair ₊ ⊹

That one time he literally followed a stranger home to pray together and almost joined a cult just because of how naïve he was… Idiot but I love how it turned out good ₊ ⊹

His little voice cracks sometimes ₊ ⊹

Even his mistakes. He gets so hurt about it but we all are humans ₊ ⊹

Even his Birthday date looks beautiful to me. I am sorry I need grass again ₊ ⊹

How he sucks at cooking. I relate ₊ ⊹

How hes so clumsy that members tend to help him before he breaks or ruins something ₊ ⊹

The way I feel when I see him. Comfortable and relaxed ₊ ⊹

The happiness I have when I pull him in an album ( I rarely get him!! ) ₊ ⊹

That one time he judged the lyrics of I Like It because he finds it toxic ₊ ⊹

Him liking Pokemon ₊ ⊹

When I find lots of pictures where he is holding an eevee plushie. My favorite Pokemon ₊ ⊹

His doodles of each member ₊ ⊹

Him liking winter ₊ ⊹

When he gets mad in skz codes. He looks so sweet ₊ ⊹

His relationship with Hyunjin. I love their friendship ₊ ⊹

Him in a SKZOO costume. Id want him as a plushie like that ₊ ⊹

His fox like sneezes agh.. ₊ ⊹

His big heart ₊ ⊹

Literally just him whole!! Hes perfect even if he isn’t perfect!  ۶ৎ

I know I.N will never see this.. but i hope one day he will know that letmebeyourcrush/eve loves him a lot and is proud of everything I.N ever did!

[talkativeanxiousturtle]

I wrote this a while ago but didn't know if it was worth posting. Found it in my notes and it made me feel sick. We'll see. Johnlock angst, trigger warning for death.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

"It's alright! I can fix this, I will fix this, just, give me a second, I need to...."

"Sherlock..."

"SHUT UP! I just need to go to my mind palace, just shut up..."

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

"Sherlock..."

"JOHN! What don't you get in 'shut up'?! Stop distracting me!"

"Sherlock!"

"I'M RUNNING OUT OF TIME!"

"... There is no more time. We're done."

Sherlock looks around, and his shoulders drop, letting the weight of the world slide off.

"No... I can still... I can..."

"Even if you found the code now, we can't access the panel anymore. It's over, Sherlock. The game is over."

John puts a hand on Sherlock, and he's not mad. He smiles at him. After the worst mistake of his life, Sherlock gets a smile as punishment.

"John... I'm sorry."

"Sorry? You never apologize. Why start now?"

"Because! Usually..."

He sighs, and lets himself fall to the floor. Rock bottoms are comfortable to him. Familiar.

"... Usually, the mistake isn't so bad, or, I have time to... Fix it..."

"Maybe. But not always."

"What?"

"Not always, Sherlock!"

John laughs. It's the best sound Sherlock has ever heard, when knowing he's about to die.

"Sometimes, you say something, or do something, to our clients, and you just... You never apologize. And you never fix it. You never see those people again."

"Doesn't matter."

"What? Your mistake?"

"No. Them. Besides, one would argue that by fixing whatever problem they came to me for, I fixed my own blunder times a thousand."

Sherlock knows John. He knows John wants to say something to that.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

He knows John won't waste their time bickering. 

John laughs.

"Alright, Sherlock."

They sigh, and there's silence, as they sit next to each other, waiting for the room to swallow them whole. They're going to be crushed. Mashed into each other. Their bodies, if they're ever found, are going to be indistinguishable, a gruesome mix of blood and gore. Inextricable. Sherlock finds the thought oddly comforting.

"I love you."

Sherlock didn't expect John to waste their time lying.

"What?"

"I love you, Sherlock. I have, for a while. Maybe since the start."

He shrugs, with a casualness that's heartbreaking, in context.

"Since we're gonna die, I just thought I'd let you know. You don't have to say anything, I know you don't..."

John looks at him, and even now, there's hope in his eyes. Sherlock isn't about to waste this. What use are masks when the mascarade is over?

"I love you too."

"No, I mean..."

"I know how you mean. And I love you too."

There's a silence, as they both stare each other down.

May the stages of grief begin.

-----

Denial.

"Wh-what? No!..."

"Yes, John."

"No! No you don't... You don't love me! I mean... M-maybe you do, but you're not... In love with me! Sherlock!"

Sherlock sighs. Weary.

"I am, John. I tried hard not to be. To pretend otherwise. But I am."

"But... But..."

John looks angry. Perhaps he will waste their time with bickering after all.

----

Anger.

"But why!"

He finally explodes. Sherlock is confused.

"Why what?"

"Why... Why... Why didn't you say anything!"

"Why didn't you?" 

Sherlock's counter accusation is enough to catch John off guard. 

"I... Because, I..."

"Because you were scared."

Sherlock's tone is cold, implacable truth.

"I was."

"And so was I."

"And so were you."

Silence. No, not silence. Tick, tick, tick, tick.

"... We're really two idiots, aren't we?"

Sherlock laughs, because it's true. They are. And he'd rather hear John laugh than cry.

----

Bargaining.

"Well, then."

John gets up. Slaps his knee. It's about to be too small in here to do either of those things. He looks at Sherlock, beckons him with a nod. Sherlock hesitates and gets up. John pulls him closer, and Sherlock swears that this will be enough to make time stop, to delay the inevitable.

John kisses him.

Sherlock eventually backs away, stunned.

"What? What's got you so wide eyed?"

"I... You... Kissed me."

"Yes, I did."

John smiles. He kisses Sherlock's hand.

"It's my last chance to. I'll take as many seconds as I can get."

Sherlock breathes again. He shakes his head.

"We... We have to get out of here."

"Sherlock..."

John watches, as Sherlock paces along the narrow corridor, trying to get his thoughts in order.

"We have to get out of here, John. I have to figure this out."

"Sherlock... Sherlock!"

This time, John isn't as patient. He pulls Sherlock by the wrist, and kisses him again. Puts a hand on his cheek. Looks at him, sorrowful.

"It's over, okay? It's over. Let's just... Make use of the time we still have."

"But... If we get out of here, I... I could..."

"I know. I know what we could be. Could have been. But it's too late for that. Let's just... Take what we can, while we can."

He pulls him closer. Sherlock feels himself die in that moment, even if the walls haven't crushed them yet.

-----

Depression.

Sherlock falls into John's embrace, and the men are too close to pretend the other isn't crying. Their tears mix on their cheeks, and Sherlock feels John's leg trembling against his. He's scared.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

"I am, John. For everything. For not getting us out, for bringing you here, for never saying anything earlier..."

"Don't apologize, it isn't like you."

He kisses his neck as he says this.

"And I love you."

Sherlock wants to cry so badly. But it isn't like him. And John loves him. He'll give John as much of what he loves as he can.

-----

Acceptance.

"There isn't enough time."

"Even for a quick one?"

The two men laugh at the whispered joke from Sherlock. The detective knows it's unlike him, but by God, is John's laugh addicting. And caving to addiction is very much like him. 

"Sherlock..."

Their bodies are pressed against each other now, and it's pleasant, not that they have a choice. Sherlock felt the breath John took to say the word against his own ribs.

"Get your hands off of me!"

"Well, it's not like there's ample room to move about, John."

"Sod off, you know what I meant."

Oh, he knows. But he won't die without feeling John's package, not when he has the option to do so. It's not so much that the context is conductive to that sort of mood, or even that this half-measure press over the jeans is anywhere close to what Sherlock really wants, really craves, but the little endorphins he gets from it help. You know, with acceptance. Of what's to come.

There's a moment of silence, as they gently kiss each other, as John ravages Sherlock's neck, as Sherlock tries not to be bitter, or think of what ifs. It's harder than it looks.

"John..."

He hasn't said that name enough in his life. He could've lived forever and still wouldn't have said it enough, really.

"Yes, Sherlock?"

There it is. There's little room to breathe now, let alone speak. Those are his last words, Sherlock knows it. Not that anyone is here to record them. Well, John has always been the only ear that's mattered, anyways. He'd be lost without his blogger.

The Great Sherlock Holmes, about to draw his final breath. A mind so incredible, few even believed in it. But John did. John always did, no matter what. What words will best undo his time on Earth, unravel all that he is and bring to it a satisfying conclusion? What would be enough to summarize him?

Sherlock takes a deep breath, for the last time.

"I love you, John."

So pathetically cliché.

"I know, Sherlock. I could read it in your eyes, in your every word and silence. In your everything. My everything. My amazing."

And how fitting, that the writer's last whisper is so much more eloquent than snotty Holmes could ever hope to be. So much more fulfilling. Sherlock sighs and holds him, and he hopes John knows that Sherlock could read it, as well. In every line of his blog. John's love for Sherlock was so engrossing, the world even fell for it, even started to love Sherlock as well. Every flutter of every heart, every smile on every face caused by Sherlock Holmes' great mind, really was caused by John Watson's greater heart. And Sherlock hopes John knows, no, knows John knows, because he's John, and John knows everything that matters, always has, even when Sherlock was blind.

And their bones start to crack. And it's starting to hurt.

And the detective hopes that his last thought is John's name, because nothing else in that brain of his matters now. Nothing else. That's the flaw of genius, it needs an audience.

The genius holds his audience captive, not with words, but loving arms.

And the soldier holds his allegiance back, with the strength and fervor of a fighter, and the tenderness and care of a healer.

And why would you want to read what happens next?

[iwritebigbellies-blog]

Very spicy, continued...

She raised her eyebrows, but didn’t pause. She slid off his lap and went to the kitchen, finding a strawberry pie among the detritus of the day’s meal. She took the whole tray and a fork back to her lover. His eyes lit up.

“Come here,” he bid her. She climbed again into his lap, placing the pie on the little stool next to them, and let him take her hands. He clearly had an idea of what he wanted.

He pressed her hands into his belly, just a little pressure, then guided them down, around the deep hang over his belt. Between his belt still strapped up right, the extra size of his belly, and the swollen cock, there was very little space left for incidentals like breathing. She started her work.

She wrestled with the tight belt first, pressing her knuckles into his belly to get enough slack to get it loose, her heart quickening as he groaned a little in pain at first, and then relief as she finally got it untied.

"Nnngah,” he moaned, arching just a little, as if willing both cock and belly to expand, free. He helped her unlace his breeches, and drew out his member. “Come here,” he whispered, and with his other hand, started gathering up her skirts. She raised herself up on her knees to help, then met his eyes. “Slide onto me,” he whispered, “but don’t move.” She did as she was told.

His eyes closed and his mouth opened in a silent gasp as she lowered herself deep onto his member, feeling him throb as she moved. But he resisted thrusting, so she did too, watching.

With a shaky breath, he took hold of her waist. “Feed me,” he said.

She felt a clench of her own, a heat that she knew was wet eagerness enveloping his cock. His breath grew shakey, but when she lifted a forkful of pie to his lips, he opened his mouth and took it greedily.

Oh, how she ached. With every bite, he panted and sighed, and his cock hardened and throbbed. He arched, thrusting his belly out, letting the completely unnecessary meal fill him and grow his huge stomach precious increments. She fought to keep still, half moaning, as her body slickened and shuddered around him.

He’d eaten a quarter of the whole pie when he paused and groaned, moving his hands back to palm his own girth. She paused, but he was as hard and ready as ever.

“Sweet stars, I am so fucking full. Even for me. Three courses at the hall, that bottomless bowl here, every drink the boy fetched me, every extra loaf of bread he found. Mmmmmgh, look at me.”

She felt wetness drip down her thighs, over his balls. Of course she was looking at him. The sight of him coaxed so full that he was bursting out of even his loosest shirt was enough to make her come even without a single stroke. She gasped, thighs quivering.

“Look at you?” she said between gritted teeth. “I can’t look away. Pull up your shirt.”

He tugged his shirt up to bare the whole expanse of his fat stomach to her. She twitched toward him involuntarily, wanting to press herself hard against him, kiss him like it was the end of the world, and pump up and down along the length of his cock, just once, but he smiled and spoke.

“Not…yet. L-let me have more. I’m not done.” He seemed to sink back into the chair, and licked his lips.

She cut off another huge bite and guided it into his mouth. He pressed his hands into his stomach like it would expand out of control if he didn’t hold it down. He swallowed, moaned and shifted, then opened his mouth for more.

Eventually, his breath shuddered. “Love,” he gasped, “I can’t wait any longer. Now. Please. I’m going to come. Oh my stars, I am going to explode.”

She was on a hair trigger, and responded immediately. Even lifting a few inches along his length made her clench and cry out. She thrust herself up and down, letting the plate fall to the table with a clatter as she gripped his stretched love handles with her hands instead. She was already coming, coming, before she wrenched his orgasm from him, a violent pulsing as he threw his head back, teeth clenched, moaning deliriously. She didn’t let him go until he slipped out of her, gasping for breath. An ecstatic smile took over his whole face though he moaned some more.

“Stars, you, you, you,” he chanted, as he always did. She gently curled into him, wanting to hold him tight but not wanting to hurt him. His belly was bigger than she had ever seen it, thrust straight out, packed full like a medicine ball, and just as heavy. “You fill me with the most exquisite pain. You ruin me. I want nothing but to be your beast.”

She nearly came again. She stroked his belly and just listened to him moan.

“You need to come upstairs with me,” she eventually whispered in his ear. He groaned louder.

“I can’t move,” he said. “I’m too fat.”

She shuddered and sat up. “I’ll help,” she said, giving him a stern look. “We both need out of these clothes, and you need to lie down.”

He complained teasingly. She slipped off his lap and reached for his hands, helping to heave him to his feet as he groaned. Once he was standing, he wrapped one arm around his belly and hunched over, his other arm heavy on her shoulders. “I have never been this full,” he said thickly. “I’m huge.”

She met his eyes, amused. “I can tell,” she said. “My big beast.”

Getting him up the stairs was a slow struggle, but worth it in the end. He found his footing to shrug off the fur vest, then peel off his shirt. He stood for a moment, running his hands long over the swollen globe of his gut, looking down at himself, as if he could see anything past it. Then he patted himself careful with both hands, and crawled into bed.

She stripped down and snuggled close, lying long against him, her stomach pressed to his, pulling her knees up slightly to nudge her leg between his. He just smiled contentedly and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her as hard and close as he dared.

More fragments.

***

He shifted his bulk infinitesimally, lifting the overhang to press into her a little closer. “You don’t think it is too much, do you?”

She lifted her head from his shoulder and sat astride him to get a better look. He cracked open his eyes to give her a sleepy smile, lay his hands on her hips, and let her stroke his belly exploratively. He was stuffed as tight as a drum, his belly straining at the shirt. She sighed and started rubbing it more methodically, stroking gently to relieve what must have been an uncomfortable fullness, leaning forward to tease his lips at the same time. He groaned with relief, and she felt his cock twitch by her thigh.

“Oh really?” she breathed, shifting her weight so he could adjust himself, make space for his growing erection. “You’re so glutted that you can scarcely lift your head, and you’ve got a mind for that?”

“Just because my brain’s got no blood in it doesn’t mean the rest of me isn't still very useful,” he said quietly.

She pushed flush against him, unable to resist biting at his earlobe. He hardened further. “Are we talking about your belly or your cock?” she teased.

“My two best features,” he husked, pressing her lower back to pull her more snug against both.

“And so which would you have me make use of?” she whispered.

“Why not both?” he said right into her ear. “You know, I haven’t had any dessert, and I think it would taste best from your own beautiful fingers.”

He still hadn’t lifted his head, but she could feel his willingness in the now quivering hardness of his penis, and the roving grasp of his hands. She met his eyes.

“What will you have, sir?”

“Pie, missus,” he replied. “And bring it here. I have ideas.”

[odetolovers]

WE’RE MOVED IN!!!!!

[lotus-pear]

learning to love

[hinamie]

itakugi sillies fr the soul

[crustyfloor]

A new pop-up store dropped for ALIEN STAGE's 2nd anniversary and wow. It's so sick.

It's Interesting what exactly these experiments are focusing on and monitoring.

Instrument practice

I found it interesting earlier that Till was so tame, more so than he usually is when he's going through experiments, but music, and making music is what he loves doing, So he was fully in his element here. This was probably the only thing he was made to do by the aliens that he at least tolerated.

(Additionally, judging by his collar (orange), he was at least calm. maybe he just isn't fazed anymore.)

//Side note, that head contraption looks familiar BUT this most likely isn't related at least i hope

(It puts me at ease, at least..)

Dance practice

This surprised me, but I suppose Mizi needed more skills.

She looks very startled here, and nervous(?) +It looks like she's doing this while singing. And with that face covering I assume this was a test monitoring her dance balance, precision, etc. At first, I did think it was odd, "Why would Shine put her through that" But alas I was reminded that even though Mizi is the flower of the group she was never untouchable, to Shine, this was the equivalent of teaching your dog to sit and stay.

(seeing this it reminded me of those scenes in movies where the people are dancing, and the music gets faster and faster until they fall. I wonder if she was doing through something similar to that)

Singing practice (?)

Similar to Till she also looks quite calm outwardly, if the machine around her neck is an iteration of the collars they have, then this process wasn't something she liked, or given how intense this experiment looks, this was a test of high-pressure to ensure she always stayed calm during performances (?). Then again this could also be a posture practice given all the structure focused on maintaining her position.

(What I believe was another form of this test was shown before so I think so)

(With her hands in a praying stance I wonder if she was praying to herself or singing a religious song (sweet dream?) It's also interesting that the machinery around her looks like a halo, and she looks so...angelic? holy?)

Image making practice

By image making, I think they made Ivan replicate expressions with his face. Whether this process was painful for him or not...I'm not sure. But it looked visibly uncomfortable, maybe that was the point. (His expression, even in this circumstance is so dubious..)

Ivan, among other things, needed to have a spotless appearance to be successful, his image was a priority given his skills were certainly guaranteed.

I assume the aliens eventually took note of his lack of expression, in the real world this can be a detriment to one's career, so the Aliens had to ensure quality was perfect. (To a more...dedicated level)

Superiority test

'Superiority test' Is very vague.

HyunA is very calm here too, likely sedated in that water with all the tablets on her. I guess this was a test to get an idea of a pet human's strengths and weaknesses, endurance, and temperament to compare and contrast them with others, testing who is more viable for Alien stage?

Another interesting, and sad part about this is that HyunWoo was there, watching his sister through her experiments.

(Also, it looks like both of her legs are normal, no alien leg yet.)

Heart rate variability

And finally, the most visceral of them all. The wording 'variability' makes this all the more sickening, the Aliens were testing his heart hours, testing it at different rates, speeds, and states. And he was in agony the entire time. Even the way he's clutching his chest, it gives me chills. This would've been a completely harmless test in a normal setting, as something quite similar to this can be performed efficiently in real life. But he's being tortured in the process.

This is one of the first times we've ever seen Luka's face so truly clear and unprotected, (understandably so.) He's even crying.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

one morning you cling to satoru’s back and sleepily plead for him not to leave for work and he feels closer to killing the higher ups than ever before

[mrmeepsmadmind]

i love when ppl draw bumblebee like the happy little creachure he is but also i love when people draw bumblebee like he's had 500 beers in the last 1 hour and still the pain won't even ebb

[theleslistuff]

Yessss!!!

At your order sir;

(Coming soon; color)

For my personal headcannon while designing their clothes and tattoos I came up with a little bit of backstory;

Vlad would be plotting his revenge against Jack too soon in this au since Danny and Jazz would be like Vi and Powder's age when their parents died.

Not too glamorous revenge Vlad unlike the canon he would still have contact with the Fenton's despite his hatred for Jack due the accident, getting knowledge about their house and weapons, he committed sabotage on Jack's new prototype of the ghost portal making a brutal explosion killing both Maddie and Jack.

Maddie didn't trust Vlad's intentions, so how did he made his goal come true?

He used Danny

Gaining his trust by turning into his "favorite uncle" one day Vlad told him he wanted to improve the ghost portal but he needed his help to install it, Danny being like 7 years old was excited to be included in something so important, so he did it without thinking twice.

He was in the lab but maintaining some distance from the portal so he didn't die but ended up with Lichtenberg marks that would not go away.

Vlad took him with him because of his loyalty (and feeling slightly guilty for ruining the boy's life forever) and told him what happened was an unfortunate accident caused by Jack's stupid miscalculation like the accident with Vlad.

Jazz never trusted Vlad and by Maddie's recommendation she spied on Vlad, she tried to stop Danny from listening to Vlad ending up in a big fight between the siblings making them drift away from each other like a regular fight but making her not liked enough by Vlad to frame the tragedy as Jazz's fault ending up in jail.

For Danny like I saw in some fics he has a hidden inventor/creative side (I love over thinking this Danny and canon Danny like the parallels between Jinx and Powder, pls OP I beg you to watch season 2 to know what am I talking about), he explodes it encouraged by Vlad but out of grief and in honor to his deceased parents, he creates anti ghost weapons (with blorb ghost design) to help Vlad terrorize other ghost into doing their will, Danny is still human.

Jazz pretty much like Vi would have not much to do in jail than to get ripped and think of getting revenge on the one who destroyed her family but also make sure her baby brother is okay and try to bring him back with her.

Coming soon: more drawings and maybe some formal story aaa!

Danny phantom arcane au:

Jazz is Vi. Specifically tall Jazz. Buff tall Jazz.

Danny is Jinx, raised by Vlad (as Silco) obviously.

Skulker and Technus could be Jayce and Viktor. Idk Skulktech was bonkers so I feel like they would fuck around and find out.