#i may have gotten a little carried away

[kuniihoonii]

what about aventurine who’s bratty, selfish and demanding in bed…. just laying in bed with spread legs making u do everything, and u better do a good job fucking his brains out or he’ll get bored 🙂‍↕️ he’ll suck ur dick but only bc he likes doing it and even then he’ll finger himself… aventurine who is a bossy bottom at first but then gets put in his place perhaps crying and whimpering and bent in half 🤔🤔🤔🤔

This!! Honestly I think at first he will act all bossy but once he's getting dicked down so good to the point he's going dumb, he won't be as bossy anymore <3.

A thought I did have was him riding reader and acting like he's the one in charge but as soon as reader starts fucking up into him he'll break.. like he's about to say something bratty and then you give him a harsh thrust <3 having him collapse on you from how rough your thrust is <3. BUT since we're talking about Aventurine who'd make you do all the work, Ill focus on that <3.

He'd be laying on the bed with his legs spread telling you to hurry up already. Threatening that he'll just leave if you don't fuck him. So when you finish prepping him, thrust into him with one move, he'll get taken aback for a second but he'll put his facade back on. "Oh finally, I thought you'd never do it" he'd roll his eyes while saying that.. it's almost as if he's trying to get in your nerves just to get you to be rough with him.

Maybe you should just gag him if he keeps talking back. Or flip him over with his ass up and face in the pillow, pushing his face into the pillows by tugging his hair which would end up with his moans being muffled <3. He loves it all so fucking much. He'll finally start shutting up as he goes dumb. He might try throwing some more bratty comments so just give him a harsh thrust and he'll shut up. Oh and maybe edge him a bit <3 ruin his orgasm a couple times too as a punishment for being so impatient and selfish <3. He might (will) just end up crying and begging you to let him cum, maybe even apologise <3.

Nowww if he's sucking your cock he will tease you. Giving you kitten licks and not sucking you off properly because he finds it entertaining how you get annoyed with him. Tie his hands behind his back so he can't touch himself <3. He'll act like it doesn't affect him but it does, it turns him on even more.

Pull on his hair and have him take your dick all the way down his throat <3. He loves it so much when you handle him like this, fucking his throat so deep. And even though his hands are tied behind his back he trusts you enough that you won't actually harm him. He trusts you know his limits, how far to push him with the deepthroating.

Push him down more so his nose is touching your lower abdomen <3 hold him there for a bit before releasing his head. He'll pull back panting for air and looking up at you with teary eyes, his tongue sticking out to show that he's ready for more <3. Oh and cumming down his throat <333 he'll take it all so well, moaning at the taste and the feeling of your hot cum shooting into his mouth <3.

Do keep fucking him until he's a begging, crying mess. Then go to aftercare and clean him up <3. Give him so much love please 🙁.

[alonzoarts]

perhaps spamton And jevil hanging around doing whatever

@247forever

[puckinghischier]

please expand on nico being a girl dad! the thought makes my heart melt 😭

he just exudes girl dad energy

like i can just see him watching youtube videos to learn how to do all these different lil hairstyles, practicing on your dog or something silly like that

he would also buy baby girl a new plush every city he went to, continuing the tradition even when she’s all grown up, because he always wants her to know he’s thinking of her when he’s not at home

when you’d bring her to the games he’d always make sure he’s matching his little girl in some way. whether it’s a pink bracelet to match the bow in her hair or purple laces on his skates to match the purple beanie you placed on her head

he always made it a priority to do a few pre-warm up laps with her, too. simply holding her while skating as a baby, but then, once she starts walking, buying her own set of pink, sparkly skates to wear on their mini skate sessions before doors open for fans

don’t even get me started on the way he would make sure all his teammates are dressed and decent before unleashing his little dark headed ball of energy into the locker room after games, knowing how much she loves seeing all her uncles, and how much his teammates love spoiling his baby girl. she would run straight to jack every time, since he takes the role of ‘funcle’ so seriously. she’s put his helmet on and walk around, trying to wack curtis with jack’s hockey stick (per jack’s instructions)

when it’s time for her first school dance, the entire team is over at their house, waiting on her date to come and pick her up, nico front and center. he tells her how beautiful she looks (as if she could be anything but, considering she’s the spitting image of her mama), and lets her know if she needs him at all, he’s only a phone call away, ready to come pick her up whenever she’s had enough. when her date finally does arrive, he takes one look at the hoard of giant hockey players sitting in her living room, not eased in the slightest when she tells him they’re harmless. she knows they’re just protective, though, not worried at all that they’ll do anything to ruin her special night.

and when she’s old enough to start driving? nico is researching every single vehicle on the market for safety ratings and features. he won’t have his little girl driving around in a metal death trap, that’s for sure. but he also wants her to have her dream care, because you only turn 16 once. so when he surprises her with the shiny, new mercedes suv, the look on her face is enough to make him want to shed a few tears, not believing time has gone by so fast

[purplechaosguardian]

Mortimer being a bad liar but everyone who knows the guy on a surface level assumes it’s just Normal Mortimer Behavior tm.

Alex accidentally runs into him, and while Mortimer knows Alex is on the run for something, he doesn’t know what. But he trusts Alex far more than Lankmann. How bad could it actually be?

He turns around and the fucking Smiling Snatcher is staring at him through his window.

The cops show up at his house, assuming Alex might have told him something. Mortimer, who has been allowed to process all of this for a grand total of two minutes, shoves Alex in a closet and deals with the police to the best of his ability.

“Nope, no one’s come by today :) nothing out of the ordinary here! :) EVERYTHING IS SO NORMAL. :)”

And they just believe him and leave.

[lenakluthor]

Would Lena move into Kara's loft or would they stay in her penthouse? Would they get a new place?

Kara's loft is homier, messy and comforting in a way, but it has lots of memories (like when Lena came to apologize for being a villainous idiot and everyone was ready to end her).

Lena's penthouse is cold and very Luthor, and it has bad memories too (like Kara calling her a villain), but it's her safe space in National City.

after everything they've been through together, i think they'd get a new place. moving somewhere new would give them a fresh start, one they're taking on together. they'd probably try to find a place that blends the two of them and what they need- rooftop access, balconies, and large windows for kara; space for an office and lab, all the latest smart home tech, and maybe some big closets for lena (and kara too, lbr). they'd have a nice big living room with tons of space and cozy couches for game nights. they'd have a big table in the dining area where they can have family dinners, too. there'd be a big pantry stocked for kara- lena has her specialized nutritionist stock it with things kara would need in addition to her favorite snacks. they'd have at least one guest room for sure because you know game nights can get a little crazy sometimes and they always want their friends to be safe. the walls would have tons of pictures of them and their family mixed in with kara's paintings. in lena's office, she has the first sketch of the first suit she ever designed kara framed. she'd also have the blueprints to the yellow sun grenade that saved kara in the phantom zone framed and hung above her desk- a constant reminder of just how important her work is. tucked away in a corner by a window is kara's easel, because she doesn't want lena to work long hours alone (lena prefers to have her around, too). the lab would be connected, and kara would bring in a kelex and kryptonian tech for lena to use whenever she wants, no fortress necessary. everything would be cozy and full of love, but also elegant because lena brought in an interior designer. she wants their first home together to be perfect. and it would be, because they're in it together.

[sadwetcatmk]

Marc with ass™

It's a wip but(t)

The first thing everyone has mentioned when I've shown them this was his ass, so I think it counts

[8cfc00]

who up having shrink/swell thoughts... its probably meant to be interpreted though the perspective of lack of certainty in mikey's life, the "you" ofc being edgar, esp with inclusion of the idea of peacefully growing old- "which of these forms/you'll know forever" that is present in well. so many other songs ("i get carried away by the thought of old age")...

the mentions of the physical/tangible/visible in "i shrink i swell" and "forms" further adds weight to the precarity of mikey's life... its not just the circumstances around him that are unstable, but his physical being, his form and body are threatened. which links to how he/his iterations were all dead for s10...

additionally. the fact that shrink and swell are both verbs. it adds a sense of movement, being in flux. its not just "i am small, then i am bigger" but theres a process, a flow (can be linked to the water motif) that has no indication of an end- which contrasts with the knowing "forever", and the continuity and constancy within that idea. the juxtaposition is almost paradoxical, yet it perfectly makes sense in the context of a time travel show where entire timelines are rewritten, especially after season 10 in which SO much was shaken up.

but ALSO. its placement RIGHT after a scene with MATT. a character who spends a lot of time being dead, and then not dead, then being dead again, with VERY little say in his "current" status- he is brought back by mike multiple times, and most of those times he doesn't remember ever being dead, the way that the older mikes talk about him and accidental consolidation... he shrinks and swells, he vacillates between being dead or alive, and who knows which version of matt mike will have to live with! and i think the lack of agency in this is somewhat present in "meaning is detached/it can roll right off your back" matt is rarely in the know- he can't see the cause and effect of his presence/absence. (which can be applied to mikey too) It really does tie into the tread of matt's box... [i can't really tell what exactly the "If i ever try to find you/I will rub my fingers raw ... what is it you were living for?" is referring to, but i just want to say. VERY mike's relationship to matt coded, oh my god, especially that desperation of the speaker in finding the subject...]

i love how it ends the season. just. i love it so much. i love how it follows after the ballad of cowboy jam... because cowboy jam is outside tier one, it is jam's bravery, their success and perseverance, but shrink/swell is woe.begone- it is season 10 in relation to other seasons, it is highlighting the volatility, the constant change, the unrest of the life of a time traveler's life because s10 proved that to be incredibly true.

both have similar ideas: "you may never know why things happened like this" and "meaning is detached/it can roll right off your back", yet one is more proactive, jam Does stuff, they are challenged by outside forces but they persevere, on the other hand, the speaker in shrink/swell Is changed there is no actor, the speaker simply shrinks and swells, they can't even cup [presumably water], with their "useless little hands"... AND YETTTT despite the difference in tone and mood, both look to the future, sanguine... "the longest night eventually gives way/to a hopefully better day" and "only time will tell/which of these forms/you'll know forever" even if the future is. well. complicated, given the uh. nature of time in woe.begone

[kagayakuseiza]

When “let’s transfer up a hidden ability Chespin” turns into “I MUST BREED THE PERFECT ONE!”

[ochiody]

same heart same blood

@coline7373

[sea-jello]

MORROTOBER SECRET SANTA FOR @dzyntara WHOOOOHHHH 2 IN 1 PROMPT

screenshot redraw + possessing another character !! thats nya if you cant tell idk shes got a weird ass outfit. you had such good prompts you need to share them with the world OK TIME TO YAP

@morrotober

OKAYY so of course you know i need to do wojiro duo. i could have done kai and somewhat hit another prompt but i didnt want to figure out his hair so. nya it is. they kinda look too similar but by the time i realized that i was like halfway so i went with it. i FORGOT she was supposed to be green until literally the very end. lowkey i think i went a little overboard with the lighting but its ookaayy. for the teeth,, sword,, things i was kinda winging it i had a more dry ice type of smoke in mind but we ball. the whole way through i was thinking to myself hmm its missing something and the SECOND i added those two clouds in the foreground i was like o yeah this fucks. also i was STRUGGLING with the lighting and rendering or whatever cause i haven’t done a fully detailed thing in forever. i was using red?? for the shadows?? and then i realised it looked too gray and i wanted the whole thing to look a little more teal so i used purple and i think it looks better. lowkey it’s really funny how i have a different rendering process for every single piece i do call it experimenting. don’t mind the background idk also does it look really crunched to you i promise it looks better than that guys

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[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

Sometimes Pony and Johnny would just sit down on the porch together. Sometimes they talked, sometimes they didn’t. Sometimes Pony sketched, sometimes he didn’t. Sometimes it was just them, sometimes the whole gang was there. But this time they were alone. Darrel was still at work, Steve and Soda had gone on some double date thing, Dally was back in county lockup, and Two Bit was off getting drunk god knows where with god knows who. But Pony and Johnny sat next to each other on the porch.

Their legs were touching and their hands were gently sitting over Pony’s knee, pinkies twisted around one another, passing a cigarette back and forth while they watched the sunset. It was nice and it was quiet, something that seemed rare these days.

Johnny finally said something as Pony took a drag of the cigarette. “We could do it yknow”. At Pony’s confused look and tilted head, Johnny clarified, “we could go off and get our big house on a hill”. Pony let a soft smile slip onto his face, “yeah, we could, and I could read a new book to us every week…” his voice trailed off as he let his eyes slip shut as images of it swirled in his brain.

He could see it so clearly. Just him and Johnny. It would have flowers, and a garden, and they could watch every sunset. Then, when it got late, they could curl up together in a huge and soft bed that they would never be able to afford. It was perfect, peaceful, and oh so far away. It would be theirs. He would be lying if he said he didn’t hear his brothers’ voices whispering that he was too much of a dreamer for his own good. Maybe he was, but when he was sitting here like this, listening to Johnny and feeling the gentle weight of his head on Pony’s shoulder, could you really blame him?

He was so lost in his head that when he went to pass the cigarette to Johnny, it slipped out of his fingers. He heard Johnny giggle as he bent forward to pick it up, knowing Darrel would lose his mind if there was another cigarette burn on their porch.

Just when his hand curled around the cigarette, it was like everything shifted. Suddenly he was surrounded by smoke and the hood awful orange color that he knew meant fire. Fire. No no no no, this couldn’t be happening. He was just with Johnny on the porch, laughing and dreaming about their future. He wasn’t in a church, he wasn’t surrounded by flames, he wasn’t alone. Except he was. He tried to suck in a breath but his lungs rejected the air, sending him into a coughing fit.

When he finally got his breathing more under control he began to look for Johnny, running through the smoke as it stung his eyes and he could feel the heat building all around him. But he needed to find Johnny.

When he finally saw him, he called out his name and watched Johnny turn. It took everything in Ponyboy to not throw up when he saw Johnny. Because the boy looking at him wasn’t the same one he was just with. No, this Johnny was in that same damn hospital gown he’d died in. His neck showed the nasty burns he’d gotten. His cheek still had the fresh cut from the socs. But the worst part was his eyes. Because Johnny was looking at him with dead and unseeing eyes.

Suddenly Pony was sitting upright in his bed, awoken by a loud scream, not even realizing it came from him. He was shaking violently, he had tears streaming down his face and blurring his vision, and his breaths were coming in short and fast. He could distantly hear Soda’s groggy voice, asking him if he was ok, but he couldn’t do anything but aggressively shake his head as he tried to force Johnny’s dead eyes out of his mind and he tried to ignore how he could still feel Johnny’s heavy and unmoving hand in his.

He felt Soda’s arms wrap around him but he could still barely register it. He knew Soda was whispering calming words but he could barely hear over the roaring in his ears. He didn’t know how long he went on like this, he just knew he was getting light headed from the lack of air, and he distantly realized that Soda was taking his arms off him and quickly rushing out of the room. Huh, that was strange, normally he stayed. Maybe he was just scared he’d die from being around Ponyboy, most people around him died sooner rather than later anyway, so it wouldn’t be surprising.

He hadn’t even noticed Soda return until he felt a larger and rougher hand on his shoulder and he watched someone kneel down in front of him. It was strange, this guy didn’t look like Soda. In fact, he almost looked like dad. But dad was gone? Maybe he was here to get Ponyboy, maybe Ponyboy was going too?

“Pony, baby, you gotta breathe, honey”

No, that wasn’t dad’s voice. It sounded kind of like Darrel? Ponyboy felt himself begin to sway, suddenly feeling very dizzy and even shakier than before.

“Soda, if this don’t stop soon we gotta take him to the hospital”

NO. NOT THE HOSPITAL ANYWHERE BUT THE HOSPITAL. That was what Pony’s mind screamed at him as he suddenly snapped his head to look at his oldest brother, immediately having a death grip on his brother’s hand as he shook his head even more intensely. He couldn’t make the words come out to explain just how much he couldn’t go to the hospital. Because the hospital was where Johnny died. It was where that sickeningly pristine white covered every surface. It was where he could still smell that sterile cleaner they used on everything. It was where he couldn’t go without picturing Johnny laying on that damn bed and dying.

“Hey, hey, we don’t gotta go but I need ya to breathe with me, okay?”

Pony tried to blink the remaining tears out of his eyes as he nodded. He felt Darrel move so his hand was over his oldest brother’s chest and he couldn’t feel the gentle rise and fall. He tried to time his with his brother and slowly, he started to breathe normally. He sniffled quietly, before speaking, cringing at the rawness of his voice, “‘m sorry for wakin’ yall and botherin’ ya, I know you got work early”. He felt Darrel’s gaze flicker with hurt before it was immediately replaced with a softness he didn’t even know his oldest brother could have. “You ain’t botherin’ us at all, baby. You just scared us somethin’ awful with how long you were like that”

Pony felt even more confusion fill him when he heard that, because it hadn’t been that long, had it? It felt to him like maybe 20 minutes? He’d had longer fits than that. Upon his confusion, he felt Soda’s eyes land on him, and as he reached out to wrap an arm around his brother, he softly said something that stunned Pony, “honey, you been like this for damn near three hours, I got Darrel after forty minutes, but you just wouldn’t calm down”.

When he looked between his brothers, he finally noticed the fear in both their eyes. They really were scared that they were losing him. Hell, he was scared he was losing himself.

“Do ya- do ya wanna talk about it?” Pony recognized this, it was what Soda did every time, he asked if Pony wanted to talk about his nightmare, about what got him so worked up. Usually it helped him, so he decided to give it a go. “It was Johnny ‘n the fire ‘n getting out ‘n-“ Pony stopped as he felt his breathing pick up pace again. He started curling in on himself until he felt Darrel’s hand on his knee, “hey, you don’t gotta talk about it if you ain’t ready”. Ponyboy nodded, feeling a hot and fresh tear slip down his cheek.

He felt guilt roll in his stomach. Guilt for the fire, guilt for scaring his brothers, guilt for everything. But even more than that he felt a hole in his heart, like he was missing part of himself. In a way, maybe he was. He missed him. He missed Johnny more than anything in the world. Maybe he always would. But his brothers understood. They were there for him. And that made him feel just a little closer to ok.

[tomshivbaby]

succession + album covers

[concretejunglefm]

i need to share w someone who will understand.

making sub!noah touch himself for you, and not just that—edging. being in the same room as that? 😮‍💨 long inked fingers teasing his

you could also have him send you proof when he’s on tour :3

- @somebodyels3

KELS WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME? also thank you because now i can't unthink this.

Pairing: sub!Noah Sebastian x dom f!reader.

CW: smut including masturbation, anal fingering (m receiving), mention of toy use, dirty talk, edging and orgasm denial.

Names: Good boy, Sweet boy, Puppy, Miss (reader), brief mommy mention from reader.

NSFW under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

SWEET BOY: Please, Miss. I can't hold out any longer. Just let me stroke it, please?

A wicked grin spread across your features as you read over the text. The entire day had been spent sending Noah the most raunchy texts and voice notes you could while he was away on tour, purposely working him up, aware that he couldn't touch himself without your say or it resulting in a punishment. Of course, he could always touch himself and lie about that to you, but you had him trained enough to be the best good boy for you. You knew that his guilt of doing something like that wouldn't last too long and he'd break and confess, if only to embrace a punishment or seek one because you knew that he always wanted to be the best for you. Even in his bratty moods, he did.

YOU: Soon. You're such an eager puppy.

At the notification flashing up in response, you let out a giggle when it's a voice message of him groaning, audibly frustrated.

Pressing down on the microphone button, you tsk into the phone before your lips curl into a wider smirk with your words. "You want to be a good boy for me, don't you? You're so brave and strong trying to hold back for me. So tell me, sweet boy. Tell me how you're thinking about me late at night when you’re all alone—touching yourself to the thought of me."

Barely seconds pass before Noah responds with another voice note. "Mmm, yes, Miss. I...I want to be a good boy for you. Fuck. I think about you all the time. I can't stop wanting to touch myself when I think of you."

You respond with a single text.

YOU: Then show me.

Instead of waiting for him to respond, you FaceTime him, seeing his flustered face fill up your screen as he answers. "Are you going to touch yourself for me like a good boy?" You tilt your head and catch the way his voice chokes in his throat with the simple word of 'yes'.

"Good boy. Set me up so I can see you." You instruct him, and he follows, propping the phone up on the nearby nightstand, facing it towards the bed to capture everything.

You know that he only has the hotel room to himself for a short period of time. Whoever he was sharing with has probably gone for long enough, or he would've made some suggestion for you to call back and continue your game another time.

Although right now you can see it in the glazed-over look in his eye, he was completely yours and in the submissive headspace you love to push him into.

You softly coo praises at him, calling him all of the sweetest things while he undresses himself for you and when you finally catch sight of his hard cock in his grasp, you let out a gasp of your own.

"Oh my... have I done that to you?" Even though the camera you can see the way it twitches and pulses in his grasp, the tip is red and already leaking precum. He looks about ready to burst, and now you wish you were there to enjoy him properly.

"Take your hand away." You instruct him, and you catch the whine which causes you to click your tongue with a warning. You may be miles apart, but that won't prevent you from finding a suitable punishment to carry out on him. "I don't want you touching there. Not yet. You know where I want you to touch yourself, don't you, sweet boy?"

"h...here, Miss?" You watch the way his thighs spread wider as he leans back against the pillows stacked behind for him to lean against, and his hands begin to inch up along his thighs, his fingers teasingly exploring the space between them, stroking the space along his taint which you love to taunt him with using any number of toys when you're together.

"Yes... that's my good boy. You know just how mommy loves to touch you." Your own breath is picking up now, feeling the dull ache between your thighs growing, but you're too focused on watching to seek your own relief, not when you'll be able to use this to replay on later.

"Have you got—oh, you are a good puppy." You don't even need to remind him about the lube, seeing him use one hand to flick open the lid and squirt some, squeezing hard enough it causes a slight mess as it covers both his hole and fingers.

"Just gentle now. Nice and slow for me." You urge him on, hearing the way his sounds are becoming more choked with the slow teasing of his finger against his hole.

"Miss, please." You love listening to him beg like this when you're not there, like your own personal slutty puppy who's seeking your approval for him to touch and fuck himself. "I need you to touch me. I need you so desperately." You can hear it in his tone and it makes you shift, rubbing your thighs together. God, how you wish you were with him.

"Do you have your toy with you?"

"I do! I do!" He's so eager and ready, holding his toy up proudly, the small plug you bought for him as an experiment which became something of a beloved choice for him to use, especially when all he wanted was to be filled by you. "Can I please use it, Miss? Please? I need to feel you in me."

How can you deny him when he's like this? Begging and spreading himself for you. You watch how he works his fingers slowly inside, never pushing too deep without your instruction and you continue to give it to him, allowing for him to take the toy and watching with your own bated breath as his greedy hole swallows it. "You're such a greedy little puppy." You let out with your breath, listening to the sweet whines and moans he makes, pleading for more, needing more as his other hand ghosts along his cock before pulling away with every tongue lashing you give him about it.

"Is my puppy nice and full now?"

"Y-y…yes, Miss." He's struggling and he's so on edge that you're sure he will end up cumming over himself without any further assistance, a thought which is arguably hot, though right now you can't help but love the idea of making him suffer a little longer by denying him of what he really wants; an orgasm.

"Good boy. Now you're going to sleep like this, nice and full, and you're not allowed to cum tonight. I want you to call me back in the morning and show me how hard your cock is and what a mess you've made during the night because you're so needy." There's a sickly, saccharine tone in your voice as you taunt him, aware that he's already struggling, and you'll be surprised if he even makes it to morning before attempting to call you or failing altogether and giving you the guilt look he always has when he struggles to hold out. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miss. I understand." You see the pout forming across his face, and you wish that you could come and kiss it away for him. Even if he is your submissive in this moment, you hate to see him in such a pouty state; it's one of the few things he can do which really pulls on your heartstrings, even in these moments.

"That's Mommy’s good boy." You say as you blow him a kiss before hanging up. 

When she hangs up, Noah's left whimpering, his hole squeezing tight around the plug while his cock twitches, left untouched and aching with the need to cum. From across the room, the voice of his fellow bandmate draws his attention as he smugly says. "You heard her. No cumming for you tonight." 

[nowritingonthewall]

For the lovely @the-little-ewok 🥰

(insp)

[jellyfishsempai]

I’m just here to be insufferable about Brave Face by @zoemillinwrites again

(sorrynotsorry)

[c00kietin]

My sister calls him Pinky :>

Do not repost please! Thank you <3

Bonus froggy bed!!