#i hope somebody enjoys these...

[adaki]

Sry I’m late, I was being held in a maximum security prison on a secluded island and they had no wifi.

[zevrra]

“ugh jayce…” you whisper, nails digging into his massive biceps. you stare down where your bodies touch, panting as quietly as you can while your need grows. “you’re going to be late...you have a speech to give, remember?” you rasp.

the two of you are hidden, somewhere off in a dark corner; out of sight, out of mind. jayce crowds over you, his elbow digs into the wall behind your head as it holds most of his weight up while his other hand preoccupies itself with stroking his aching cock. his fingers wrap around the thick base, hurriedly rushing to the tip in eager succession as he tries to finish as quickly as he can. he pants hot and heavy, eyes half closed in concentration as he stares at what he gets off too.

you had worn pretty panties for the first time ever and when jayce noticed this, thanks to you teasing him for far too long, he had to do something about it. wouldn’t be able to calm down before his speech to the council unless he got this out of his system first. his breathing is ragged, biting his bottom lip as he tries to keep his voice down as he jerks himself off. the head of his cock just barely presses into the curve of your cunt, rubbing right up against the fabric of your panties while managing to bump against your clit.

“fuck,” jayce whispers, ending in a soft and shallow groan when his hand reaches his tip. “I’m almost there. just a sec.” he adds in that same fluttery, soft tone; his hand picking up speed.

you’re tasked with holding your skirt up, allowing him to deprave you. to make a total mess out of you. and it’s working all too well. he hasn’t even touched you, besides the occasional brush of his head, and yet, you’re absolutely soaking wet. could feel your cunt dripping onto those pretty little underwear you wore. and if not for his meeting, you’re almost 100% sure you would’ve taken him inside right then and there, no questions asked.

jayce grunts, hunching over with his impending orgasm. “i’m…going to ruin them.” he whispers; his mouth pressing against your ear, breathing hot and placing a brief kiss.

as if you cared at all about the underwear.

jayce fixates his gaze once more onto where your bodies meet. stifling his moans with a bite of his tongue as his orgasm takes over him. he grunts through the beginning of his climax, continuing to fuck into his fist, as he begins to paint the outside of your pretty panties white. and as he’s nearing his end, his arm comes down to meet into the space between your bodies. where he proceeds to yank your underwear to the side, slotting his cock snuggly up against your drenched pussy. he cums along the length of your cunt twice, knowing it would stick and stain the inside of your underwear, and your cunt, as well.

you moan at the feeling but quickly smack your hand over your mouth to stifle any other forms of cries or sobs from slipping out. your own gaze watches where jayce ruts against your core, smearing your slick and his cum along every inch of his shaft. and he doesn’t stop moving until he’s entirely spent. where he then uses your panties to clean the rest of himself off before sliding them back into place; totally and effortlessly, ruining the panties but forcing you to wear your mess and his.

“after my speech,” jayce whispers, placing a kiss against your temple this time. “meet me at the lab.” and with that, he’s tucking himself back in, slipping his pants back on, satisfied, and heading off to give his speech.

he doesn’t even wait for you to answer…as if he needed one.

you lower your skirt, entirely a mess now, smiling like a fool as you wait a few minutes after jayce; before making your way to watch his speech. oh, you were absolutely going to meet him in that lab later.

[genikrispies]

I will lay her heart in mine, for a time

[lyxchen]

Okay so I said I was drawing a sangihun kiss and that I would hopefully finish and post it tonight. Well I didn't finish it and I also got distracted and started drawing another sangihun thing and I love the sketch so much that as an apology y'all are getting that now. But hey, I said I was gonna post a sangihun kiss tonight and technically I kinda did <3

Anyways, here it is:

Also the legs and feet at the bottom left are part of what I originally wanted to finish tonight :>

[average-joseph]

Dead Poets Society as tiktok brainrot I think they'd enjoy.

(If you don't know what I'm talking about I envy you.)

Todd - Coloring in lines perfectly with alcohol based markers ASMR.

Neil - Livestreams. Specifically, squishy toy acne popping or boiled egg shell peeling livestreams.

Charlie - Really long bad jokes read by an AI voice and the background of the video is a compilation of pools being cleaned.

Knox - How many cars can pass where the cars try to jump a hole but get absolutely demolished by a giant hammer in the sky.

Meeks - Clips of the Big Bang Theory where a narrorater is explaining what's going on with very dramatic piano music playing in the background.

Pitts - Chicken vs. 1 million godzillas and roblox chicken nugget types of videos.

Cameron - Safety PSA's where it simulates gruesome ways people have died working in construction and in factories.

Keating - Zoomed in ring doorbell guy.

Chris - Bottles rolling down the stairs and breaking.

Ginny - Sigma parodies of popular songs.

[oofuri2003]

My @oofurixmas gift for Nini @mangomilkshaek !! Normally when I draw these two they're antagonizing each other so I decided to let them be happy and harmonious for once ^_^

[karrasyne]

GARRETT POSTING AGAIN

[amazingferret]

>kicks the door open

>hands you this

>walks into the light

[snzluv3r]

i feel like the worst person in the world for this thought, but i am SO excited for it to get cold enough for my neighbor’s flowers to die…and i think these self obs from today help me explain exactly why.

cw for descriptions of allergic sneezing + mess

i feel horrible for wishing death on this little old man’s plants, but his garden is full of an entire rainbow of multiple different flowers that have made me sneeze every single day i’ve walked passed them since april.

even on the good days when i manage to hold back an immediate sneezing fit, they still make my eyes water and my nose run, forcing me to try (and fail, almost always fail) to balance sniffling back the mess and trying not to sneeze long enough to make it inside my own place, which is not only a race against the clock but a race against nature itself imo.

i felt especially silly and embarrassing today as i fought against what felt like two different seasons of allergic affliction. it was as if my melodramatic nose couldn’t pick just one allergen to contend with, let alone to publicly humiliate me with—so, even as friday brought with it a merciful conclusion to a long work week of fall allergies, i ended up breathless and sneezy once more, my nose caught off guard after passing by these brightly colored remnants of spring and summer. the comforting, crisp chill and damp smell in the air of the incoming autumn had almost made me forget about the flowers and their threat to my already sensitive nose, until their bright colors caught my eye, in stark contrast with the grey evening sky.

i tried so hard not to inhale until i was past the stretch of flower-garden-allergy-torture, but somehow i forgot that sniffling is a form of inhaling, and the strong, floral scented air managed to hit me even through the double-layered protection of my mask and my existing mild congestion. i don’t think i even got to fully sniffle before my eyes were filling with allergic tears and my breath was hitching, the tickle too deep in my nose to hold back.

like all my allergic sneezes, especially the ones that start when my nose is already drippy and sniffly and dramatically irritated, these were bound to be wet, and there was no time to even pull down my mask, let alone scramble for my travel pack of tissues. in a panic i tried to stifle, which only made everything so much worse and only actually worked for about three poorly stifled sneezes before the first desperate, unrestrained sneeze ripped through me. obviously it didn’t have far to go, given the mask still hugging my face and caging my mouth and nose, but there was no way i was taking off the mask now. the damage was done, and i couldn’t risk the embarrassment of anyone seeing me like this.

not when the more i sneezed, the more mess i could feel run down my chin, completely coating the lower half of my face and inside of my mask. feeling the spray of each sneeze against my mask only made my embarrassment about yet another public sneezing fit worse, my ears and cheeks reddening even more than my nose. i tried stifling again but realized it was pointless, resigning myself to walking as fast as i could while remaining upright as my body snapped forward with harsh, uncontrollable allergic sneezes. my only solace was the slight muffle the (now drenched) mask provided, keeping my head down and towards my chest as i sneezed and shuffled my feet clumsily along the sidewalk. i only ended up having to stop my awkward, sneezy speed-walking once in the remaining two blocks home, for a rogue rapid fit that came so fast, all i could do was stop in my tracks to sneeze over and over again into my mask, my chin tucked into my chest as i instinctively held my elbow up as if to cover the fit despite the mask.

by the time i got into my apartment i had sneezed probably 35 times into my mask and the mess trapped inside was clinging awkwardly to my ever flaring nostrils, making the still unsatisfied itch even more unbearable. it felt almost like purposeful torture, as if the sensation of the mask’s now cool, damp fabric against the existing need to sneeze had become someone who was lightly tickling my nose with a feather, playfully torturing my glistening nostrils as they twitched. my nose was so unbelievably itchy and impossible to ignore in those last few steps to my apartment that i couldn’t help but try to rub my nose against my chest as i fumbled with my keys to unlock the front door. it didn’t even register with me that i was doing it until i had the door open and realized how ineffective of a handsfree nose rubbing method that had been, my desperate attempt at relief only bothering my nose more.

i didn’t even get the door all the way closed behind me before i was sneezing again, my walk up the stairs made difficult by more sudden rapid-fire sneezes, but i was determined to make it all the way home before i lost complete control. even though i was virtually alone, i still had no intention of taking off the mask until i was truly alone and behind a closed, preferably locked door—the thought of anyone seeing how much of a mess i was behind the mask was unbearable, somehow even more embarrassing than all the actual public sneezing itself. it couldn’t have taken me more than seconds to unlock my apartment door, the final destination and end to this nightmare, but it felt agonizingly long as i sneezed in rapid sets of 3s that felt like they echoed up and down the stairs. literally all i could think about was ripping the mask off, finally freeing my nose of the sort of self-inducing allergic torture chamber my mask had become and burying my mouth and nose into about a dozen tissues at once to have the fit of my life (or at least this week 🤣),

i truly applaud this man for not only keeping these flowers alive but THRIVING to the point they’re still pollinating, even as the temperatures drop and leaves fall in the same backyard, but i can’t deny that i daydream about the day i don’t have to try to hold my breath as i walk down that block…

so yeah, i guess in the nicest and gentlest way possible, i can’t wait for this man’s flowers to die (or be moved to some nice imaginary greenhouse in a land far away)

[edenscollardrawer]

Baby Bird - f!robin/f!PC

18+, content warnings & tags : dacryphilia, potential dub-con, explicit sex, established relationship 1314 words

The weathered, wooden floorboards creak under your feet as you raise your free hand to knock on the door. Robin’s console snugly nestled in the bend of your arm. You had asked to borrow it after school so you could play online games with Kylar, which she politely allowed. Robin never really could say no to you. Your foot starts tapping impatiently as nearly a minute passes with no response. Before you could even think about knocking on the door a second time, it swings open, revealing a rosy-cheeked Robin. Her freckle-studded cheeks look uncharacteristically irritated, while her bright eyes are bloodshot and tired. Tousled waves of auburn hair stick out in different directions. As soon as you see her, your eyebrows furrow. Shoving your way into her room, you began to question her.

"Have you been crying? What's going on?" If there was anything you hated seeing, it was your precious girlfriend crying. Robin plasters a barely convincing smile on her face, reaching out to take her console back from you. 

“I’m fine. Never better.” her words come out through gritted teeth. Studying her behavior, your eyes trail over her face and body before patting the spot beside you. You motioned her to sit. She obliged, albeit reluctantly. Her body was positioned in a way as if she was trying to avoid you. Hesitating, you rest a hand on Robin's knee which seems to trigger some sort of reaction. Her face turned two more shades of pink and her big, doe eyes filled with unshed tears.

“Robin?” You ask softly, thumb tracing gentle circles over her knee, “W-what happened? Is it Bailey again?” Suddenly she whips around, pushing your hand off her body. Her brown mascara starts running down her cheeks as the tears break through. Her tone is sharp albeit still trembling, 

“A-are you serious? You… you really think this is just about Bailey?” she snaps. Your body recoils, the rejection and anger making your face run hot. If this isn’t about Bailey, then what the fuck is it about? A shaking inhale fills your chest as you scoot closer, wrapping a hesitant arm around her shoulder.

“Can you please just tell me, Robin? I want to help.” Robin lets out an incredulous scoff, sniffling back the incoming waterworks. She flattens out her skirt, fingers playing anxiously with the hem as she contemplates what to say.

“K-Kylar…is that… are you…”, she trails off, unable to meet your gaze. The color drains from your face. Sure, Kylar is nice. You have English together, she’s always happy to help you study, and you've never met anybody so eager to be your friend - but that’s about it. Gaming together was something friends do.Robin never really struck you as jealous, but here’s this possessive, insecure streak rearing its head once again. 

What would it take to make her understand she’s the only one you want? As you study how her running mascara streaks over the landscape of freckles on her face, the way her swollen lips quiver, the way her shaking hands bunch up her short school skirt nervously… the heat in your face starts to travel downwards. You drop off the bed onto your knees, crawling towards her. Elbows propped up on her knees, your hand reaches up to cup her cheek, absently stroking it.

"Poor baby bird..." you coo, gently running your thumb along her trembling bottom lip. She brushes a stray wave out of her eyes and looks down at you, flushing further. An audible gulp fills the quiet room as she attempts to swallow back her crying. 

“You’re so incredibly cute… so, so cute when you cry, Robin…” Your words drift quietly through the cramped orphanage room. Gentle hands trail from her face down to her top, where you expertly thread each button through to undo her school blouse. She sniffles again and bites her lip to hold back a whimper. Your confident touch slips her shirt off her shoulders and you lean in, peppering sweet kisses along her shoulders as her blubbering comes to a halt. A tender, sweet noise escapes her pouting lips as you bite down gently, leaving a smattering of love bites down her small chest. You utter small reassurances to her as you push her skirt up her plush thighs, 

“I like you more than anyone else…” You whisper, your thumbs threading under the waistband of her pale pink panties. She always looks so pretty exposed like this, her supple lips slightly agape and her pupils all dilated. You pull down the dainty lace garment, exposing her dampening pussy. Every time you’re exposed to her, you feel like a feral animal being offered a fresh cut of prime meat. She makes you feel like a woman starved. Licking your lips, you bury your face between her pale thighs - licking a stripe up her dripping slit. A gentle whine escapes her, making you moan into her folds. Her hands lace into your hair, gently pulling you in closer. Your tongue licks circles around her sensitive bud, making her hips jerk upwards. You pull back, chin wet with her slick. 

“I bet your tears taste just as sweet as you do.” You purr, planting gentle kisses along her tummy as you travel upward to her face. She pants softly, legs parting and hearts racing as your tongue peaks out to trail up her salty skin, enveloping the remainder of her crying spell. Quickly dipping back down, you return to your post. Her head falls back loosely, savoring the feel of your supple lips on her tender pussy. She’s so pliant, so obedient, she always is. Two fingers reach her tight entrance and slowly stretch her open, relishing in the delicious sounds that escape her. Her sweet wetness drools over your hand, encouraging you to continue. You keep up your persistent ministrations on her clit, lapping and sucking religiously. 

“God, you taste so fucking good…” You whisper against her, eliciting a gentle purr. Your fingers move furiously within her, coaxing out more of her delicious taste. Robin’s short nails dig into your scalp, pushing you deeply into her. Her short school skirt now drapes softly over the curve of your head, shielding the lewd sight from her gaze. The crying has long been forgotten, replaced with blubbering of a very different kind. Every gasp and breath creates a symphony in your head; it’s like angels singing. Your digits dig into her thick, freckled thighs as you savor her taste and bury your face impossibly deep within her. Skilled fingers piston in and out of her at a high velocity, each thrust filling the dank orphanage room with wet echoes of pleasure. 

“Y-your tongue f-feels so fucking amazing…” She breaths airily, spurring you on. Your fingers curl, digging deep into the spot that makes her squirm. Fluid gushes over your hand and soaks your face, making you moan. Thirsting tongue flutters against her as you drink up all you can muster before pulling back to ogle at her disheveled form. She’s never been more beautiful, more raw. Her auburn waves stuck to her forehead, her streaky brown mascara now dried upon her spotted cheeks, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. You can't help but smile proudly at her, your hand tilting her chin up to look at you. Getting up to stretch, you sit in her lap and cradle her head against your breasts. Your hand idly plays with a loose curl on the back of her head as you coo at her once again, doting on her.

“Feeling better, baby bird?” You ask sweetly, kissing her on the top of her head. She nods gently, snuggling into you. You lay back on her comforter and pull her down onto you, relishing in the moment of closeness.  Hopefully she understands now. She’s the only one you want.

[selkiemoonssss]

ROOMATE TORIEL!!!

Sdvs yay!!! OKAY so I just completed an edit for the first chapter of thr roomate toriel fic I was talking about earlier, and I'm super excited about it! It's very close to the og and stuff but i liked the og first chapter enough to take it and do some edits to make it better; but from here on nout I WILL be different and I will be exploring different ideas... BUT! IF YOU WANT TO READ IT!

A man grieving for his newly gone brother begins to live with a woman who knows it like the back of her hand.

AKA: Roomate Toriel ending, in which after coming to terms with the fact the kid isn't going to reset this time, sans begins to move on from his old life, and instead find blossoming happiness in his brand new one. (With many hiccups along the way, grief isn't an easy road to walk, afterall.)

If you read it!! Please tell me what you think! I greatly appreciate any input given, and it'll not only let me know what people enjoy, but also tells me opeople are enjoying it enough to make new chapters!

[lyxchen]

hi i interact with u a lot but i dont think ive ever actually talked to you,,

your art is so stunning agh i love it so much its genuinely just like breathtaking 💗💗

I know you sent this ask a few days ago, sorry but anyways hii!!! Thank you so much!! Also I love interacting with you and like in general I really adore the sangihun and Squid Game fans on here <3 And because I know you're out of sangihun prison now here have a little drawing that's not quite finished yet as a treat:

Anyways I hope you have a great day/night (it's once again close to 2am for me help)

[bowserbabe]

@tmsource secret santa gift for @teresalisbns! Happy Holidays!

[cherry-207]

"Hello?" Scriabin said, walking closer, careful not to startle the injured creature. One golden eye snapped open to look at him.

"Leave," it rumbled, voice hoarse and weak. Scriabin froze. He certainly hadn’t expected it to speak.

“What?” He blinked, trying to process.

"Get off my territory," Edgar growled. "I'm warning you."

"This is your island?" Scriabin inquired softly. His voice instinctively dropped to a gentle timber, not wanting to offend or startle the creature. He was smart enough to recognize the dangers of pressing in on an injured animal.

It all made sense then, why there were stories of good fishing. Of lost sailors finding this island, but never returning. Which he had chalked up to as a fable, because honestly if people didn't make it back from the island, how would there be stories? But seeing this feathered beast of myth made him worry if he was about to become part of those legends.

"It is. Now begone human, before I. . . " Edgar replied, his breathing labored as he shifted to look his way directly. Scriabin's eyes widened at the sight. Deep gashes tore across the harpy's face, dried trails crusting down his cheeks.

"Hey, that doesn't look so good," Scriabin observed, taking a half step closer...

Ok, @metamorphmigus and me made another Au!!! (surprise) and decided to start a little story with that premise, which basically Edgar is a harpy and Scriabin is a pirate, they both get stranded on an island, if you want to know more, please read Skybound Serenade in AO3! This is a picture of chapter 1! I will try to illustrate each chapter as Meta updates it ♥ Although this is an Au, Scriabin still belongs to @zarla-s!

[civetcider]

Concept: minecraft arg but from the perspective of the entity, who in all actually intends to pull a Monika so their eldritch/demonic/artificial/interdimensonal/etc. ass can finally have their deepest desire for all eternity, the player.

makes me think of the time i opened the door to my house and there was an enderman there holding a flower like it was about to take me to prom, it looked like this

anyways yeah that would be sick waiting for the minecraft romance update where i can date the skeletons

[searyn]

Death (XIII)