#i❤️sq

[electric-plants]

ahsjfkglhjhsh having an INSANE moment because i play genshin with the chinese audio and what do you MEAN that’s alhaitham talking in the trailer for cyno’s second story quest what do you MEAN

[kumaronoa]

I GOT FATHERRRRRRR 😚🫶🔥🔥🔥❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[uxiepeach]

chaila art again!! but a doodle / sketch.. 💜❤️ <33

[reveluving]

can i go rabid in your inbox…not a request just imagine billy x reader x kessler…🥴 the contrast of billy being rough but ultimately wanting you to feel good and finish, and kessler being faux sympathetic ‘aww, you poor thing :(((‘ and keeping it just out of reach…hell yeah

- the benny/rick puffing out chests anon (i still go back and read that! 🩵)

me: *sighing, opening the kessler gdoc I already had and scrolling to the bottom because you know damn well I’d elaborate on this. and a girl’s gotta eat too!!*

addict ; billy butcher x reader x joe kessler

includes: s~mut obv (minors DNI!)

a/n: okay but HOLY SHIT, BENNY/RICK CHEST PUFFING ANON??? IT’S BEEN WHAT, TWO YEARS SINCE THAT ASK? bless you, hun! I sincerely hope you’re doing well, please know I giggled and kicked my feet in my bed to this, and the fact that you still come back to the rick series!! 😭❤️

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smut includes: mm4f, size kink, ‘softer’!dom butcher & slightly meaner!dom kessler are equally nasty, petnames, dirty talking, cunnilingus, edging, overstimulation, sq~uirting, voyeurism & exhibitionism, spanking (once), brief mentions of age gap (legal & consenting!!), bj & unprotected s~ex (p in v), butcher & kessler are absolutely obsessed over you!!

Butcher had an obsession with the way you moaned in his ear as he had you on your back. His large frame concealed yours as his hips moved, his thrusts deep but his pace torturously slow. Like Kessler, he loved how your voice pitched higher each time he bottomed out into you, begging him to let you cum in incoherent murmurs. Seeing his team’s pretty little ace writhing underneath his old buddy was almost as exhilarating as any combined operation he had ever faced. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Butcher cooed condescendingly, tilting your head up by your jaw so Kessler, who was lazily pumping his cock as he sat on the chair he had dragged beside the bed could see your tears. If your eyes weren’t brimming with tears, blocking both your vision and mind, you would’ve tried to avert your gaze from Kessler’s heated ones. 

“Billy, please…” You sobbed. 

Butcher was dying to have you when it all started, and he would’ve had you first but he wanted to drag your orgasm. Make you yearn for release, only to cry out in frustration ever so cutely each time he slowed his pace, and despite what one would believe, he would’ve surrendered to your cries much quicker, giving you what you, or at the very least, teasing you just a little bit longer before giving you what you needed then and there. Offering you sweet kisses and even sweeter reassurance as he kissed your neck. 

But Kessler wanted to put your limitations to the test, and you knew you were in for a wild ride when he suggested it with a playful glint in his eye. 

Even so, he took great consideration for your well-being, immediately asking Butcher for the safeword and both of them reminding you to use it if you ever needed to stop at any point. A calm before the storm, before he pushed you onto the bed and restrained you with his arms on your thighs, then latched his lips onto your sensitive clit. 

When Kessler had you on your back, flicking his tongue along your lips and grumbling into your pussy, causing your legs to tense and tremble, Butcher sat by your head. Leaning in to kiss wherever his lips could reach, praising you with zero filter while his hands alternated between roaming your luscious body to holding your hands to your head each time Kessler’s tongue had you particularly jumpy. 

“Y'hear that?” Kessler lightly slapped your pussy, his fingers covered in your slick and his saliva the more he patted your sensitive bud. He and Butcher shared a chuckle, and you would’ve attempted to shut your legs if not for Kessler’s adamant grip.

Butcher needed in, so he sat behind you, pulling you onto his lap so he could be with you as physically close as possible. 

With Kessler’s fingers glistening with your juices, he offered his digits to your lips.

“Go on,” Butcher rasped in your ear as brushed his beard along your shoulder, “Taste y’self, so you’ll know why I love tongue fuckin’ you just as much as he does.”

And one thing led to another, after Kessler edged you for a while, topped with the way Butcher squeezed your tits and had the audacity to tell you not to cum just yet, you were already mush in their arms. It wasn't until you looked up at Butcher with your glossy, puppy dog eyes that he convinced Kessler to spare you the torture. 

But with how long they refused your orgasm, you couldn’t control the spurt that had the men who worshipped you the way America did with their golden boy laughing and cheering for your release.

“‘Atta girl,” Kessler praised, swiping and stimulating your sensitive folds to force the very last droplets of your juices into his mouth and chin, “Atta girl.”

You were practically melting in Butcher’s arms, letting him kiss your cheek, jaw and neck before turning your head to press his lips onto yours. 

Kessler’s stubble tickled your thighs and hipbone, his calloused hands slowly sliding up your body before reaching for your hand. You felt his lips against the pads of your fingers before bringing them in between your legs. You felt Butcher smile against your lips when you whined at the embarrassing squelch, but they perked up at the noise.

“Up.” Butcher murmured as soon as he pulled away. You blinked sluggishly, seeing his eyes dart to your fingers. You brought your hand to his face and he immediately wrapped his lips around your fingers, unabashed with the sounds of suckling and groaning that mingled with Kessler’s. You were practically clenching around nothing, and before you could voice out your frustration, Butcher captured your lips with his once more, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Feels nice, right?” Kessler smiled when you practically jerked at his knuckle nudging at your clit. You weren’t even sure if he was asking you or Butcher, “Just gotta tough it out, bud.”

“Shut it.” Butcher scoffed, but God, did he need you and he needed you now.

Butcher shot Kessler a glare when the latter playfully slapped your ass, though they both knew Butcher didn’t mind it one bit. Not when you let out an irresistible yelp, a reaction they hoped to hear more when they switched places, with Butcher already in Kessler’s place, but not before removing his pants while Kessler decided to sit back. As much as he wanted to feel you once more, he didn’t want to miss any of your reactions if he were to ever lose himself in his own pleasure. 

He knew he’d have just as much fun watching you front row seats, plus, he already had more plans for you soon. Whether he was going to have you once Butcher had his fill of you or if he would be impatient enough that he’d stand or kneel next to you so he could feel your perfect lips around his cock was uncertain. 

But with how addictive you were, he and Butcher knew none of them could wait to have you whole.

a/n: I hope y’all enjoyed this little piece of our two hunks. it’s pwp ‘cause do we REALLY need a reason to go to town with them? SHIT I wanna hear more about them or at least kessler 😩 pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[trishacollins]

Merry Christmas Trisha! ❤️🎄

You know me, I am a Senticousins hurt/comfort girlie at heart, but I have a special craving for Felix being the one to comfort Adrien… It’s such an underused dynamic.

Maybe… Maybe with some platonic bed sharing if you feel like it… In any case I love them being physically affectionate with all the trust that implies on both sides. Especially given one was physically abused and the other could literally destroy him through a single touch. I am getting emotional OK BYE

Merry Christmas Nina My Love! I hope you enjoy!

The room is dark – he can vaguely see the rise and fall of Adrien’s chest in the darkness, but his cousin is otherwise completely still and silent.

The blinds are all closed, and Adrien hasn’t turned on any light sources.

It looks like a depression nest if he’s ever seen one.

“Are you just going to stay in bed all day?” He asks, keeping his tone conversational.

He didn’t need the six hundred text messages from Marinette to know that things had gone horribly, terribly wrong. That Adrien had found out one of the dozen secrets she had been keeping, and reacted badly enough that she was afraid for his safety.

He didn’t need them, but he had them.

It was an accident. She didn’t know it was Adrien she was talking to.

The new Butterfly Holder had been involved.

“Go away, Felix.” Adrien rasped in the darkness.

Felix ignores the faint command, slipping off his shoes and padding to the bed.

“Go *away*.” Adrien snarls, and he isn’t foolish enough to not hear the wetness in his voice. “leave me alone. That’s all everyone ever does!”

“No.” Felix answers simply, taking off his jacket and crawling under the duvet with Adrien, scooting until they’re side by side.

He sort of expects Adrien to swat at him, but his cousin is limp under the blankets.

“You’re sort of proving her point.” He muses. “She felt like you would react badly.”

“Shut up, Felix.” Adrien whispers, and turns his head away.

Felix fumbles around under the blanket, interlocking their fingers and squeezing gently. “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.”

“You’re not.” Adrien mutters.

“I am, actually. I never wanted to lie about your father’s true nature. I think you already knew who and what he was capable of being. Having him venerated as a hero when you knew all of that...it was hard.”

Adrien’s fingers squeeze back weakly, twisting and interlocking. “Everyone lied to me.”

“I know.”

“They built a statue of him. People-people worship him.” Adrien’s crying, messy, choked sobs that shake the bed.

Felix holds his hand. “We could destroy it.”

That derails Adrien enough to pause. “What?”

“Spray paint a his face, cover him in graffiti about how terrible his clothing was – tell people he got upstaged by his assistant?” He squeezes Adrien’s hand.

“He would hate that.” It’s a laugh, watery and miserable, Adrien’s head thunks against his shoulder with a wet sniffle.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t.” Adrien agrees. “Why couldn’t I know anything?”

“Well, Akuma were a concern. I think your girlfriend is traumatized and putting herself in a bubble.” He says. “Other than that – she wanted to protect you.”

“I’m tired of being protected. I want to be-to be able to remember him and hate him without feeling guilty about how he died.”

“Noted.”

Adrien twists their hands, rolling onto his side. “Why did you tell her?”

“Kagami’s suggestion.” He admits. “Kagami trusted her, we didn’t know about you – and...well. Your Amok.”

Adrien’s face impacts his shoulder with a wet moan.

“I can make you decoys.” He offers softly.

“I don’t know where I could put them that they’d be safe.” Adrien’s miserable tone is familiar. “I’ve been just wearing them around, not knowing- what do I even do with them?”

“Well, it’s...it’s inconvenient.” Felix admits, twisting his own Amok on his finger with his thumb. “The paranoia never goes away. But you do get used to it.”

“You would know.” Adrien’s face is pressed tight against his shoulder.

“I do. Kagami as well. She has a decoy ring she wears.” He squeezes his hand. “You are not alone in this.”

“You were.”

Felix smiles faintly. “I was never alone – even if you didn’t know, we were always the same. We were lucky in that respect.”

“Lucky.” Adrien sighs. “I’m the most unlucky person in the world.”

“I feel fortunate to have you.” He tells him gently.

“Thanks.” Adrien mumbles, and is quiet for a moment before he says. “I’m still mad at you, but – it’s the same. For me.”

“You can be mad at me.” He offers, generous. “Are you mad at Marinette?”

“Furious.” A sniffle. “But I love her, too. It’s- why did she…”

A miserable sound, more animal than human, escapes his cousin.

“We’re supposed to be a team.” He whispers.

“She’s very clever.” Felix says quietly. “But- her parents seem nice.”

Adrien snorts. “She doesn’t know how to tell the truth because she has good parents?”

“Your parents are terrible.” Felix points out. “Selfish creatures. Self obsessed. She didn’t know how to handle that – and your father, is very good at manipulating people.”

“She knew he was Hawkmoth.” Adrien grumbles.

“And you didn’t. And he was dead.” Felix is playing the devil’s advocate with gusto – he can feel Adrien knows it. “So she told a lie, which promptly – because she’s Ladybug and the world bends to her whim – twisted out of her control into something far larger than one might hope. And Kagami’s mother – certainly looking to save her own skin – reinforced it with that horrid statute.”

“I hate it when you do that. Let me just be upset about this.” Adrien complains.

“You cry like a toddler.”

Adrien hits him with a pillow, and Felix returns the favor swiftly.

It’s not comforting, exactly, the wrestling they’re doing in Adrien’s bed. It’s a twist of limbs and bodies, both of them fit enough to know how to pin someone and too fit to allow someone else to pin them easily.

They end up tangled around each other, Adrien’s face pressed into his chest, breathing ragged and still a bit wet.

“Better?” Felix asks, cautiously stroking his hair.

“Yeah.” Adrien sniffles a bit, rubbing his cheek against his shirt.

“If you get snot on me, cousin, you will buy me a new shirt.” Felix commands, but he really doesn’t mind.

“I’m sure I can handle the expense.” Adrien yawns, and then makes a deep rumbling noise in his chest that takes Felix several long moments to recognize as a purr.

“That is extraordinary. How long have you been able to do that?” He asks, running his fingers through his cousin’s hair.

“Dunno. Just could.” Adrien’s rumbling purr remains, and he doesn’t move from his spot.

“Once you have finished your emotional episode, I have a million questions.” Felix offers softly.

Adrien doesn’t respond, breathing evening out as he falls asleep.

Which is alright, Felix doesn’t mind this sort of entrapment.

[drpoisonoaky]

Hey, not sure if you take prompts, but I've had this Azutara idea for a while and I've got to the point where I want to read it more than I want to write it so would love if you would consider it! (If not, no worries ❤️)

The idea is basically from the tradition in the Fire Nation about not touching other's hair and would be the first time Azula gives Katara permission to touch it (Maybe she could ask for a braid when they're visiting the Southern Water Tribe or something?)

Hi @withgirl-sq ! Thanks for the prompt<3

I've bent the rules a little, and instead of saying they can’t touch it, I’ve made it so they can’t style it. Mainly because I find it pretty hard to imagine being with someone in any way and not touching their hair (unless they’re bald, I guess). 

It’s a kinda short quick thing but hope you like it!

[robo-writing]

hi, can I request headcanons for boys from ff16 when they are jealous of their lovers? I really like your headcanons so much, thanks for it!!❤️

This took me so long to do, I don’t have access to a computer rn so I had to type this on my phone, super weird experience. Anyway, hope you enjoy and I hope mobile doesn’t screw up the formatting! 🙏

Clive Rosfield

He tries to keep it inside but he’s not subtle at all. He’s in a foul mood, doesn’t respond like he normally would and gives you one word answers. He never takes his anger out on you, but watching strangers hit on you just makes him upset. (He’s NOT jealous, he’s just protective.) Trusts you but not other men.

You’re an attractive woman, he tells you as such every day, but to see men flock to you is a different story.

“What’s your name? I haven’t seen a pretty lass like you around here.”

You’re far too kind for your own good, entertaining their questions while Clive stands aside and brews in his annoyance. An ugly feeling rises through him as he watches the scene unfold, and his legs carry him without warning when one of them asks you if you have a man waiting for you at home.

Before you can answer Clive stands behind you, chest puffed out. “Yes, she does.”

The mans face contorts from laid-back to frightful, taking his leave at the sight of the much larger man at your side. You can’t help but laugh when you turn to meet his gaze, his eyes softening at the sight of you.

“Someone’s jealous.” You tease, smiling as you do. He doesn’t answer right away, leaning over you and placing his hands at your sides.

A smirk graces his features as he speaks.

“Jealous? You must be mistaken.” He rumbles. “That would imply he had a chance to begin with.”

Joshua Rosfield

He gets pouty, makes it known that he doesn’t approve but you make sure to calm him down, hold him close and reassure him that you’re not leaving his side, not now and not ever.

Perhaps a bit insecure, he can’t help but get upset at the latest man to try and vie for your affection. You shoo him away, but the amount of times you’ve had to do so makes him worried. What if one day you don’t send them away?

You walk over and see Joshua deep in thought, following his eyes they’re trained on the young man who was just talking to you.

You know him far better than anyone else, so when your eyes follow his line of sight it’s no surprise to you what your boyfriend is thinking.

You take his hand in your own as reassurance. “Joshua, you know you don’t have to worry, right?”

Your voice drags him from his thoughts. “I know love.”

His words and his body convey a different message, still staring off at the fleeting visage of the young man.

Sighing, with a shake of your head you open your arms, inviting him in for a gentle hug that he gladly takes. It’s as if the stress leaves his body the moment you hold him tight.

“I’m not going anywhere baby, that’s a promise.”

Cidolfus Telamon

Rarely gets jealous, but on the off chance he does it’s very obvious, and he doesn’t try to hide it either.

You and your fellow bearers are celebrating a job well done at Martha’s Keep, with Cid close by you, sharing in the merriment. When his glass runs empty he leaves you to go ask for a refill, in which time a young man takes his place next to you.

You two chat about nothing really, idle conversation, but you do talk for a while, which was enough for Cid to bring himself close to you as you spoke.

“Darling, you didn’t tell me you made a new friend while I was gone.” He says in a deep voice before turning his attention towards the young man.

A hand at your hips pulls you closer into his warm body, suddenly very aware that you are in public and Cid is currently pressing himself against your back.

The two men make idle chatter, none of which you register, too focused on the small circles he draws against your skin, and the low rumble of his voice beside your ear.

Deep in conversation, he pulls up a seat, and then pulls you into his lap in a smooth motion. You squeal in shock, and the young man seems more and more uncomfortable with each passing moment. After a while he excuses himself, leaving as Cid waves him away.

“Gone so soon? Such a shame, he was nice to talk to.” He says to you, not apologetic in the slightest.

You roll your eyes and lean your head on his shoulder with a sigh. “I never took you for the jealous type.”

He presses a kiss to your cheek in response. “You bring out the worst in me darling. Take it as a compliment.”

Barnabas Tharmr

Lord help anyone who even so much as looks at you, much less tries to talk to you. He is very possessive, and if you’re in a relationship with him know that he will protect you from anyone and anything.

You’ve enjoyed the ball so far, indulging in the tasteful wines and elegant music. Your husband is not with you, but he is close by. Even though he is not one for celebration, he enjoys the sight of you happy.

Your mood is then soured by an older man, flushed and slightly swaying. It’s clear that he’s had far too much to drink.

There’s a crooked smile on his face as he makes his way to you, introducing himself as Lord…something or other. You don’t bother to pay attention as he rambles, most of it unrecognizable under his liquor-borne accent. You try to tell him kindly that you have a husband, that he wouldn’t like you talking to him, but he’s far too deep in his glass to pay your warnings any mind.

Barnabas catches a glimpse from the corner of his eye, ever watchful of his most prized possession, and the sight irritates him. But a drunk fool is little cause for concern, so he does nothing.

It’s only when the man gets bold enough to place a hand on your shoulder do you see, or rather feel Barnabas’s reaction, almost as if the room has grown several degrees colder. He slowly steps towards you, a welcome sight to your sore eyes. Immediately the other man backs away, looks between the two of you and slowly pieces together why the king is suddenly doting on you.

He apologizes, bows his head and runs away with his tail between his legs. Barnabas only smiles at his retreating figure, and makes no move to follow.

The moment he leaves the air is somewhat calm again, but you know your husband far better than to assume he would forgive and forget.

You kiss his cheek tenderly before speaking. “He was drunk. I’m fine.”

There's a rumble of appreciation from the warden of darkness before he replies. “He dared touch you.”

His hand moves over your shoulder, the same spot where the nobleman's hand formerly laid and his eyes darken. “Dared to lay his hands on my queen, my wife.”

His tone becomes more and more sinister the longer he speaks about the man, eerily calm. “What kind of husband would I be to let him walk away freely?”

“I am fine.” you reiterate. A hand at his chest and the anger leaves his face in an instant. “You will not hurt him. Are we clear?”

As much as you loved his possessive nature, you’d rather not make a scene tonight.

A sigh, his eyes fall to you as he relents. “Only because you asked nicely.”

Gav

Almost confrontational in a way, if he sees you getting flirted with he doesn’t hesitate to pull you close and tell the guy to fuck off. He’s very proud that you’re in a relationship with him, and isn’t afraid to show that in the slightest. He’s also a bit of a drama queen.

You’re in the markets buying some supplies for the hideaway when a salesman whistles for your attention. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at his behavior before turning around, the man gesturing to his wares.

“All exclusive, very rare herbs and essentials darling.” He says, and the nickname makes your stomach turn. Only one man is allowed to call you that.

Ignoring him, you notice that he actually has a few items you need, albeit a bit overpriced. When you ask, he gives you a smirk and leans closer, and you instinctively lean farther back.

“For a pretty lady such as yourself, I’d be willing to give you a discount,” he drawls, taking the time to look you up and down.

Your eye twitches. You get ready to leave but a familiar head of blonde quickly moves between you and the salesman.

“Piss off!” Gav yells, giving him a nasty look as he pulls you away. “She’s not interested, yeah? Go find some other poor sod to harass.”

They throw various insults between each other, each one worse than the one before. You have to sit back and admire the display, Gav sure can be creative when it comes to cursing. At one point he called the salesman a “morbol-breathed wanker” and you nearly lost it.

Eventually you manage to pull him away before the guards are called, and only when you two are far enough away does he show his concern.

“He didn’t try anything did he?” He asks in a thick accent. “ ‘m sorry lovie, I was gone for a second—”

A smile spreads across your face, kissing him into silence. He reciprocates instantly, still holding onto your waist when you pull away.

“Don’t be sorry for defending me, okay? But I think maybe we should get going now before the guards come looking.”

He nods in agreement, holding your hand as the two of you make your way to the docks. “I’d fight him for you, y’know that?”

“Of course darling, I know,” you laugh, his own mixing with yours. “But let’s try not to get arrested, okay?”

[tworyimroki]

Hi hi, I present demonically cute Alastor in his cursed cat form 🔥❤️ Fully handsewn 💗 Price: 15$ / 15EUR + sq

[koremakaria]

Speaking of Suspicious Relationship!!! What's the Deal with These Two?

Sang Qi knew from the start that Mu Xuanling's drive for vengence was for the 'wrong' man but said nothing to her presumably to keep her in the Abyss.

Then there is the special treatment of MXL. She has a special status as the 'saintess'. SQ allows her to voice her opinions freely. He allows her to betray him and not get killed instantly. He asks her to sit on his throne with him. He cares about her safety by placing that tracing mark on her so that he'd always know her location and her health status. He allows her to stray from his plan before pulling her back in.

SQ is aware of MXL's romantic feelings for XXC but still didn't just kill her or wipe her memories. Or like gives her any sort of punishment!! No. Instead the man locked away MXL's emotions so that she can't feel anything. No love. No hate. Sadness, pain, yearning, jealousy, greed ... my girl can't feel a thing. When you feel nothing, you live by making rational decisions. There is no right or wrong. No good and no evil because you need emotions/feelings to make such a call. And so, MXL lives to fulfill her duties and obligations to her teacher.

It's interesting to note that SQ is doing this not to create/train an emotionless assassin but because he didn't think XXC can be faithful. AKA XXC is not good enough for his saintess. Sang Qi believes that XXC will always choose the well-being of the world over his 'love' for MXL.

SQ revealed to the audience that he once loved someone and she betrayed him. (Oh yes! Tragic backstory for our villain! Sooo yum!) But instead of locking away his memory along with the pain he chose to seek power so that he'd be strong enough to prevent anyone from hurting him again. On the Scale of Evil Reasons, it actually makes sense in that someone hurt him and so he wants more power for self preservation. So that he wouldn’t have to be afraid of anyone. Like, dude, I get it.

Now that someone happens to be Gao Qiu Min's dead mother sooo the plot thickens!

SQ told MXL that she’d be better off not remembering her romantic feelings. Then we have this epic conversation. It's the Ariel and her father King Triton's convo.

And MXL was like "But Daddy I love him!" ❤️

SQ: "And you resent me because of that love"

MXL: "You don't understand!!"

SQ: "Drink this potion and I will let you live"

MXL: "I won't drink it! I would rather you kill me!"

SQ: "My dear, loving a human has no positive attribute. You don't get anything in return. Humans can't be trusted. They will betray you. I don't want that fate for you."

MXL: "SQ, you once loved a human and she betrayed you, right? And yet you did not drink the potion. You choose to remember. Even when you knew her love was a lie, you still choose to keep that false affection."

SQ: "Be quiet! I don't want to talk about it!"

Then he proceeds to force MXL to drink the potion.

I know he wanted the power that Xie Xue Chen bestowed on MXL but well SQ still didn't get rid of her when he got the power he wanted. Sooo this brings us to what kind of a relationship these two have? Personally, it screams familial to me. Dare I say paternal?

And I might be reading too much into this but when XXC was possessed by a dark spirit during the night of the Gao's slaughtering session... Mu Xuanling called the possessed XXC 'dad' ... was Sang Qi the one that possessed XXC? Because 👀 hmmm.

Sang Qi gives Mu Xuanling special attention for sure but they are not the romantic kind. He treats her so differently from his other subordinates but you never get the feel that its for romantic reasons. The throne sitting is very telling because you just don't share your throne with your student/subordinate. Maybe your wife or your significant other ... yes ... and then just maybe your daughter that you dote on.

[ceniwen]

Same anon again!! No need to apologize for the long reply and thank you so much for sharing your thoughts!

I definitely didn't want ot imply that you thought the sq wasn't good or anything ofc! I just wanted to share my thoughts and try to explain (also for myself) as to why Cyno might have had a lack of reaction towards the scenes and happenings in general!

But in the end I definitely agree with you because I too think that what had happened is pretty bad, and under normal circumstances I'm sure there would/should have been more of an opinion and reaction. Because at the end of the day it is really sad, that his parents sold him off so young and all the things that came after. Sure, Cyrus managed to get him out of there because if either of the two children had gotten the whole fragment, honestly chances are probably low that they'd have survived it at their tender age back then. Unlike now where both Cyno and Sethos are adults so now it's different anyhow. But as you have said as well, it doesn't change or dismiss all the bad things that Cyrus also agreed to do alongside Bamoun. Really "crazy" to think they realized that adults don't take the fragments well, and decided it was a good idea to test it on children!?

Overall though yeah really liked sq2 despite the few things that could have been written/portrayed better!! Thank you and have a nice day!!

No it's alright!!! I took the opportunity to yap and by the end of it i wrote too much AHHAHA

And yea it's still more than i hoped for in a cyno quest because his character menu and 1st sq literally gave us nothing about his backstory 😭

Cyno's actual backstory + relationship with sumeru cast and all of them showing up + desert lore + sethos debut?? It could have been a sumeru archon quest with the amount of stuff that was in it

Have a nice day too ❤️

[myfairkatiecat]

for TMBS ❤️💚 and any other emoji you want!

Hi bods!! Yay a tmbs ask!

❤️ who is most egregiously mischaracterized by the fandom?

This fandom is actually pretty good about the characters tbh but I’ve seen both Benedict twins done poorly. People occasionally take away Nicholas’s spine and Nathaniel’s complexities. But genuinely I usually agree with characterizations in the tmbs fandom, both with the books and show!

💚 what does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

I’ve never seen my favorite bookverse character (SQ!!!) done terribly poorly, but my favorite Showverse character (Nathaniel) I trust only in the hands of my friends. (Luckily that is most of the fandom here 😂)

Also 🤍 who is less morally bad than people think?

EVERY SINGLE TMBS VILLAIN (and not just bc of SOS—though I do subscribe to your theories!!!) they’re more. Complex. Than people give them credit for

[nobodysdaydreams]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you. ❤️🍀

I'm sorry, but I don't have the energy to be dropping things all those inboxes, so consider this an open invite.

I also feel like I've done this ask a lot, so if it's alright with you Katie, I'm going to do something else instead. But it's something I think you'll enjoy.

A Out of Touch Thursday Themed WIP snippet. Please enjoy:

On one particularly unfortunate occasion, when SQ was around middle school age, he’d woken up early one Thursday morning and gone to his father’s office to ask for help with his algebra homework. He ended up walking in on his father partaking in what could only be described as a Zumba/jazzercise routine to a remixed version “Out of Touch” by Hall & Oates as part of his morning exercises. It was a sight that SQ wished he could have unseen, one of those moments that occurs in many a young preteen and teenager's lives, when they begin to realize that their parents, in addition to being occasionally imperfect humans, are also sometimes awkward, dorky, and embarrassing humans too. Luckily for SQ, his father’s back had been turned away from the door, so he was able to slowly back out of the room without being noticed.

[alessia-aoi]

I FINALLY DID IT!!

After 4 years (from his first release on Yuga Kshetra banner) and after nearly 800 SQ on the first attempt an 228 SQ this time! It's an ordeal that ends 😭😭

Thank you Gacha and Megane Event!!! ❤️❤️

Notable other drops

New Hajime came in NP3

2 copies of Gawain useful for NP5

*Gold rider appears*

me carelessly: Nemo?

Odisseus: Pardon me?

The end

[uxiepeach]

[Not my art! art credits to jay & inkcq / kckourt on tiktok!]

charlie (my s/i) x aila / sledge queen !! Chaila

[reveluving]

Girl tell me why I had a jdm dream where he asked me to do butt stuff w him and I said yeah and we enjoyed it a lot? 🤨

*sighing and taking out my card* 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳

sweet velvet ; jeffrey dean morgan characters x female reader

includes: s~mut obv (minors DNI!), bits of both soft & mean!doms & loads of possessive/lovestruck JDM chars!

a/n: I could never get this ask out of my head since, is all I can say to y'all hsjdhssk PLEASE, I can't thank you enough for feeding into my JDM thirst, and I encourage y'all reading this to do the same because I can never get enough of this man UGHHH and pls don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ❤️

fancy reading something new? check out my full m.list!

char. include: joe kessler (the boys), negan smith (twd), max (the resident '11), john winchester (supernatural, hear me out), ike evans (magic city), patrick sullivan (the accidental husband), & luke vaughn (heist 2015)!

smut includes: husband!jdm char., unprotected s~ex (p/fingers in v), size kink, plugs (on f!reader), spitting k~ink, cunnilingus & a~ss eating, stockings/heels, c~ckwarming, mirror k~ink, edging, mentions of overstimulation and sq~uirting. each and every one of them is just obsessed with you!!

If you thought his obsession over your height difference was ridiculous, think again because he could never get enough of your ass.

Regardless of your JDM men of choice, there is no doubt their obsession with your ass is unreal. Without a doubt that each and every one of them eats like it would be their last moments on earth. Loving the sloppy mess of both their spit and your juices, not only mixing and dribbling down their chin and facial hair, but especially down to your tight hole.

Negan, John, Kessler, and Max, the nastiest men in the bunch, would buy you one or more of those gem plugs because there has never been a more gorgeous sight than you writhing on top of them as they teasingly run the cool plug along your tight hole. All while condescendingly mirroring your parted lips while you’re desperately trying not to move so much upon their command, a creamy white ring now visible at the base. 

There is just something so bewitching about seeing a sex toy that is almost so innocent-looking being enough to have you clenching so hard around them.

Or they would have you on your back, flicking their tongue along your sopping lips before descending to the plug you’re gripping hard on. Licking around the gem and teasing your sensitive skin around it while holding your legs over their shoulders. 

Occasionally pulling the toy out just a little and seeing you pucker before pushing it back in with a groan that’ll send shivers down your spine.

Wrap your thighs around their head or roll your hips into their face all you want, being smothered by their pretty girl this way, to them, would be the best way to go there is.

Ike, the man of all things fancy, is all about romance. He adores building the tension up, standing behind you and running his hands up and down your sides, groaning as he gets a whiff of the tantalizing smell of your favourite perfume spritzed just behind your ear. If there’s music, he will sway to the sultry beat with you, reminding you like he does every day, how much of a lucky son of a gun he is to have you, and how much he needs you.

He wants you at your most comfortable, and he wants you to let it all out for him: no muffling, no shying away, and absolutely no hiding. If the entirety of Miami can marvel upon you like an angel on earth, then he, your dearest husband, can most certainly do the same, and way more, just like you deserve. 

Models or showgirls don’t even hold a candle to you when he can have you in just stockings and/or a garter belt with heels. While he loves you in both everything and nothing, but with just heels and stockings? Fuck, he doesn’t think even the strongest liquor could get him this drunk and enchanted as he is with you.

He knows that looming over you at the foot of the bed will have you squirming on your back already. Plus, missionary is only boring if you make it boring, not when Ike would hold your legs over his shoulder, barely concealing his dazed state for you by kissing your ankles, moving his hips with vigour to hear your moans peak at every thrust. 

Patrick, kinky as he is passionate, strives to incorporate both, especially for your pleasure. So what’s sexier than cockwarming and mirror sex? To be able to easily see both your eyes rolling back and the sight of himself buried inside you is the cherry on top, especially after a hard day’s work as a frontliner. 

He would hold you against him, the fine hairs on his chest tickling your back as he plants soft kisses along your neck. Infuriatingly reminding you to keep your eyes on the mirror, whether by a whisper or a subtle grip on your thighs, knowing it gets you more bratty and impatient by the second. 

If Patrick is a little more on the passionate side, then Luke falls more on the kinky end. He yearns for you 24/7 and it amplifies when he is either stressed or when he sees you bond with his daughter so well. 

Whether you're standing chest to chest with his hands cupping your cheeks or holding you to his side as an act of protection, his hand is on the small of your back and lingering just inches away from your rear. The fact that physical touch, being one of, if not, his most major love language is definitely a sign.

Similar to the first three, Luke will not be able to stop smiling ever so smugly whenever you jerk and squirm, hoping he'd spare you the relentless teasing, and once he does, he would lick a stripe along your pussy and nipping at your clit between his lips while prodding his middle finger at that very spot.

Sloppy and desperate to make you cum on his tongue while pushes another finger into you, smiling against your back arches so beautifully.

a/n: how many jdmorgan characters did I want in this, you may ask? yes! and this is me holding back! ;; gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

[you-taste-likewhiskey]

Hey can you help me?

I'm going to make SQ content to give something to the fandom. First thing will be a video.

Have you any scenes that you think SHOULD be in that video?

I mean I have ideas in mind but I think I could use a little help since I can't through all episodes of OUAT.

Thanks in advance!

Calling all my fellow SQers to help out this lovely person!!

Please, please, PLEASE, let this post explode into an endless selection of Swanqueen gifs/scenes! 😍

I'll start off with one of my favourites, the "I want you right here, right now" scene (s1 e5):

And of course, I can't pass the baton unless I include my favourite "look into your lover's eyes" scene (s3 e13):

Now we're counting on you SQers!!! Share your favourite SQ scenes! ❤️