#i'll answer anons now

[monatoxin]

ok i'm back

[becca-e-barnes]

Ma’am, you are deviously incredible 🔥 We’re begging for an exploration of him saying “I love you” while fucking her like he doesn’t 🥹

My brain keeps picking up the storyline a few splendidly torturous hours in when her body’s completely spent & quivering & she’s a blubbering mess & that’s when he picks her up & takes his sweet time positioning her so she can limply yet eagerly watch their reflection has he finally gives her… exactly what her twitching body’s been craving. 🥵

I'm so glad you all enjoyed the thought of this as much as I did because I've been dying to expand on it 😵‍💫 (Part 1 here)

I like to imagine by that stage, he's absolutely desperate too though. He's got to feel your sweet little pussy clench and flutter around him, contracting so tight every time you cum that he swears it's going to be the end of him.

He's been too hard for too long, buried inside your body and he swears he's never felt you this wet or this hot before. It's been fucking luxurious, forcing you to cum against his fingers, feeling how your body's natural reaction is to coax him to drain his balls into you but that alone isn’t enough. He needs more than that.

He wouldn't admit it to you but he can't take any more. His balls feel like they're fizzing; overfull and beyond ready to flood your waiting, overstimulated body.

He arranges you gently, laying you on your front because he doesn't trust your trembling arms to support you. "That's it, good girl." He coos, hearing you whimper and sob pathetically because he needs to slip out of you to slide a pillow under your hips.

"You've made such a mess." He groans, taking a second to appreciate the delicious, inviting, slick little cunt he's about to indulge in. "You're dripping, sweetheart. God, I just know there's no way I'm going to be able to pull out."

His huge hands are gripping your hips and with one sharp, brutal thrust, he's back inside you and you both sob pathetically at the feeling of your bodies being joined again. This is exactly what you've needed but you don't have the words to tell him that. All you can do is whine and will your body not to cum again so soon.

"I meant. What I said earlier." He punctuates his sentence with soft groans, drawing back until he almost slips out of you before pounding back in.

He leans forward, tilting your chin up, making sure you can see the way he's fucking you in the mirror at the end of the bed.

"I love you. And I don't want you to forget that." He sounds sincere, one hand trailing up from the small of your back to right between your shoulder blades and then back down again. It feels intimate and tender but all that is forgotten by the very next thrust.

"I love you. But for now, you're just a mindless. Little. Drooling. Breedable. Cunt for me." He slows his thrusts down, determined not to cum so soon but it's going to be difficult to last until he gets the first couple of loads out of the way.

"Baby..." You whimper, feeling the tip of his cock nudge against your sweet spot, making you shake from overstimulation.

"I know sweetheart, I know. It's too much. But you're being so good for me. You're so perfect. How have no idea how you feel. So wet and warm and I can feel you fluttering around my cock. It's like you're trying to squeeze every last drop of cum out of me. Is that what you want? Because angel, I'll keep this delicious cunt stuffed full of load after load until I have nothing left to give you."

His thrusts are punishingly fast, thumping against your raised ass, half chasing his orgasm, half holding it back.

"And when I do, I'll remind you just how much I love you. And the baby I'm going to give you tonight."

With that thought, he can't stop himself from cumming, his dick twitching inside you as he shoots thick ropes of his seed right against your cervix. You're so cock-drunk you can only rut yourself millimetres back and forth but that's all you need to send yourself spiralling into another orgasm that leaves you trembling and sobbing.

"Fuck, you want that as much as I do, don't you?" He kisses the back of your neck, breathing you in while letting the euphoric rush subside. He notices he hasn't softened in the slightest despite such an intense orgasm but he knows he needs to be gentle with you for a moment before he can get any rougher.

[temeyes]

banging fists on table NIKTO

SHASHAHS WHY HE'S SO HARD TO DRAW,,,,,??

[yasmindifference]

8 (my birthday is the 8!)

The night is unseasonably warm, barely even cool enough for long sleeves. As such, the suit jacket Jason drapes around Tim's shoulders five minutes into their walk nearly makes him roll his eyes.

He channels his reaction into a girlish giggle instead, then has to swallow a more sincere laugh when he sees how the high-pitched sound nearly cracks Jason's mask.

"You're soooo chivalrous," Tim says, unable to resist pushing that little bit further. His Valley girl impersonation puts a twitch in Jason's eye every time. "Like, swoon."

Jason wraps an arm around Tim's waist--probably solely to disguise the sharp pinch he delivers to Tim's side--and smiles down at him.

"You deserve it, baby," he says, in the same smarmy tone he's been using all night.

It makes Tim want to punch him, a reaction he's sure Jason's eliciting on purpose--after all, he's been doing the same thing with his own Valley girl impersonation.

...It's possible he and Jason aren't taking this mission as seriously as they should be.

Oh well.

In retaliation for the pinch, Tim fakes a stumble over a crack in the sidewalk and drives his elbow into Jason's gut, earning a faint oof he wants to smile over.

Instead, he puts his hands to his face in exaggerated dismay.

"Oh, I'm so clumsy," he says mournfully. "It's so embarrassing..."

Jason brushes his hair (or rather, his wig) out of his face and twists his ear painfully in the process; Tim applies his stiletto heel to the toe of Jason's left shoe.

"You're not clumsy, baby, it's just those shoes," Jason says, voice a little tight--with pain or annoyance? Tim can't tell. "You want me to go get the car?"

"No, no," Tim says, "it's such a nice night--just look at those stars!"

He tips his head back and gazes dreamily at the sky which, being in Gotham, shows not a single star.

"They're so beautiful," he says happily.

"Not as beautiful as you," Jason says, with such smarmy passion that Tim barely remembers to hide the laugh he can't help behind a cough.

"Oh, pookie bear," he says--

--and finally, Jason breaks.

He lets go of Tim's waist to brace his hands against his knees as he cackles, choking out "fucking hell" and "pookie" as he struggles to catch his breath.

Tim just smiles and enjoys the victory.

"Okay," Jason says once he catches his breath, "holy shit, you win. How the fuck did you say that with a straight face?"

"Practice," Tim says dryly. "You play the tough guy too often. You should branch out more, broaden your range. Then you won't be so easy to shake."

Jason gives him a flat look and, straightening to his full height, spreads his arms in a silent invitation to look at him. Admittedly, Jason's height and bulk do make him less than ideal for the kinds of covers Tim prefers.

Tim was bullshitting anyway--Jason might default to tough guy, but he's entirely capable of more versatile covers. And he really wasn't that easy to shake; Tim was kind of expecting to break him when he showed up in a dress, stilettos, and wig without warning. Instead, he lasted all through dinner and a ways into their walk.

"Okay, you lasted a lot longer than I expected," he admits.

Jason smirks. "Admit it, I almost got you at dinner."

It's true that Tim came extremely close to breaking when Jason spoke over and ordered for him at the restaurant. Tim actually didn't get to say a single word to their waitress--not even thank you.

"You almost got a plate dumped in your lap," he corrects. Now that they've given up the covers, he shrugs out of Jason's jacket and hands it back. "I could see Ashley thinking about it every time you cut me off."

"Yeah, that was a close one," Jason agrees. "I doubled my usual tip in thanks for her restraint."

Tim nods in approval. "But yeah, admittedly I was not expecting you to go the--"

"Hello?" Dick's voice breaks in, thick with annoyance and a little too loud over the comms. "Did you guys forget that you have a job to do? This does not sound like an undercover conversation!"

Tim and Jason trade eyerolls.

"Good catch, Dickiebird," Jason says. "We are not in fact undercover."

"Excuse me?"

"Dick," Tim says with extreme patience, "Damian is a trained vigilante. He absolutely does not need us as backup on his first date."

Dick gasps in offense. "We agreed--"

"No, we agreed," Jason corrects.

"Yeah, we agreed your mother-henning was out of control," Tim says. "We tipped off Damian last night so he could change his reservation."

"And got Babs to find something to distract you with so you couldn't come follow him yourself," Jason adds.

Dick splutters.

"Take a deep breath," Tim suggests.

"Chill the fuck out," is Jason's less gentle contribution. "Anyway, we're done for the night. You should call it, too--maybe work on remembering the kid is sixteen and not six."

"Harsh but fair," Tim agrees thoughtfully. "Night, Dick!"

Dick is still spluttering when Tim pulls out his comm.

"How much do I owe you for dinner?" he asks Jason.

Jason shrugs and slings his jacket over one shoulder. "Buy me ice cream, we'll call it even."

"Deal," Tim says.

Because he, unlike Damian, is no longer a teenager, he doesn't ask if going for ice cream constitutes a real date.

He can't stop himself from wondering, though.

Happy early birthday, anon!!! In celebration, this got very long lmao. Prompt #8 was two characters on a nighttime stroll! I hope you enjoyed! ♡♡

[kj-beastboy]

Hell yeah dude congrats on the mini human!!! If you’re craving chocolate chip cookies, brownies etc but don’t want to worry about a messy kitchen after, there’s a few ways to make single servings in a mug in the microwave and a few of them don’t use egg if you’re worried about things like salmonella and any other health concerns that come with not using a conventional oven. Also, if you REALLY want another layer of protection, heat treating flour can kill a lot of harmful stuff as well for extra peace of mind. Either spread a thin layer on a cooking sheet and bake at ≈150°C (converted from freedom units lol) for 10 minutes, or you can nuke a bowl of it in the microwave for 30 second intervals, stirring occasionally.

I know when my mom was having my sister years ago, she had to be careful about things that were normally okay before and my dad would take a couple extra precautions when cooking for us.

I’ve also seen packets of Betty Crocker mix in stores marketed as “(X) in a mug” (the blueberry muffins are my favorite personally)

They’re marketed as just “Mug Treats” and so far I’ve seen one with Hot Fudge Brownie, one with Soft Chocolate Chip Cookie, and another with Funfetti.

Whew, sorry for the yapping 😅 I just remembered you mentioned craving chocolate and sweets so I thought I’d share with the class in case you wanted baked goods quickly and without all the mess afterwards.

Congrats again on the pregnancy, and don’t let the bastards get you down👏 you’re doing awesome

THANK YOU this is godsent, omg🙏🏻���💗

I'll share it for everyone who's also pregnant or just hungry for no reason🫡 this is amazing and easy (and I'm a great cook and baker! I love being in the kitchen) I made one a week ago and then I made 5 more (aka my own mom made them with/for me) and I said it was literally the best thing my taste buds have ever witnessed in that moment. it really hit the spot. we also threw some cherries from a jar in that bih and it's🤌🏻 chef kiss

I should have put some empty mugs around him but this still conveys an accurate picture of what my past few weeks looked like

[fiona-fififi]

Buck not feeling comfortable enough with Tommy to tell him something as simple as he didn’t like basketball yet still telling Tommy he felt super comfortable around him and they should move in together is mind boggling

It truly is mind boggling.

Except, in a way, it's also not. Because that's just Buck—constantly trying to force a relationship to work that never stood a chance. He did it with Abby, he did it with Taylor, he did it with Natalia, he did it with Tommy. The only time he didn't cling like that was with Ali, and that was because she ended it before he could.

Buck tries to force himself into whatever shape he needs to be to fit what his partner needs. He's so afraid of being left that he'd rather twist himself into knots to make things work, while upholding his partner on a pedestal, as though whatever they decide he needs to be is what he needs to be.

And all of that results in this wonderful man who is so full of love hiding parts of himself that for whatever reason, he thinks don't matter.

And none of that is the fault of any of his partners. That's on Buck. But he needs to do the actual work on himself instead of expecting his relationships to fix him when he can't even bring himself to share those little things about himself that make him who he is. Especially something like the basketball thing. Because yeah, on its surface, it seems small. But it's such an integral part to how they met that the fact that Buck never thought to share that, actually, he doesn't even like basketball (OR that Buck actively hid that fact), really is very telling of just how little he actually shared of himself in that relationship.

It also feels like it says something big about just how little interaction Tommy had with the rest of the team. The idea that no one—not Eddie, not Chim, not Hen (all of whom are supposedly friendly with Tommy)—told a single silly little story about Buck spiraling and getting jealous and crashing a basketball game even though he hates basketball once they got together? Feels like it says a lot about all of those relationships and just how friendly everyone actually was. But I digress.

[annabelle--cane]

Post your tiktoks here I wanna see them!!

saur for most of my videos that were any good I usually had an accompanying text post version on here that was more or less the same (I got accused of stealing my own jokes fairly frequently 😔), and most of my attempts at cosplay were, while fun to do, simply not good. however I Will say that some of my jon videos were funny, so. highlight reel:

[misc-obeyme]

CC i don’t think you understand how bad i need Barb to sub for me. it’s actually insane. i love seeing strong, composed men, and reducing them to whimpering and begging messes. tied and blindfolded on his knee whether by ropes and a mask, or a simple spell. maybe he’s on a leash 🤭

NSFW MDNI

I feel you, anon.

I tend to lean into Barb as a dom, but I also love that image of the composed ones being absolute wrecks. I think this is why I like Lucifer as a sub so much lol. But I also really appreciate sub Diavolo, too. Like any of these three just need to let go, it'd be like an emotional release considering how much they bottle up all the time.

Oops there I go making it about feelings lol.

I MEAN YES PUT THAT MAN ON A LEASH.

But seriously, there is something quite hot about having that kind of control over a being like Barbatos. Especially considering you know that he is submitting willingly. It's his choice. He has handed over that power to you. And you know that if he wanted to remove himself from the situation, he could do it in an instant. But he wants to be at your mercy. He wants you to tie him up, making him feel helpless, even if it's an illusion, both of you are riding that high and he can't help but whine as you make him come and deep down he's astonished at how easy it is for you to command him.

Mm. I got a little carried away, but you get the idea.

[mohntilyet]

DATV Spoilers Just in Case!) I’ve seen a head canon floating around that when solas puts a mage!Rook in the regret prison, it tranquilizes them. What do you think Viago’s reaction to this happening to a Crow!Rook would be?

i think there's a small terrible part of viago that instinctively thinks it was a bad investment/solution to send rook off with varric, since he's lost one of his best assassins. and then of course he hates that this is his first reaction because rook is more than that to him, but he's been conditioned by their lives to worry about his power and the mission first. and then i think he throws himself into trying to prove that he is a better man than that by finding a cure, without being obvious about it, even if his worry actually makes him messier and obvious. a similar outward reaction to what i've seen people headcanon about how he feels when he gets the news that rook is stuck in the fade trap in general (anger, determination, frustration, etc)

the idea of viago as a man who clings to "i rose to this rank for a reason, above the other crows. i'm a killer but with my poisons, i'm cleaner. i'm royalty. i'm better." is so beautiful to me. who he wants by his side/publically allies with is made more interesting to me for that reason. rook and teia make a very short list, so for him to lose either of them (especially to a fate worse than death. like i know there's a cure but i'm not sure if that's common knowledge and it has rammys bro) will inevitably cause a crash out the likes of which thedas may have never seen before <3

[pharawee]

put your age in your bio then lol you're a grown woman obsessed with leng and lego (the last one is literally 18 years old this year) and it's not a good look, it would creep them tf out, don't be so pressed just because i stated something obvious please

I'm not a woman.

I don't owe anyone on the internet my personal information. I could literally write '32' in my little tumblr blurb and you'd have to take it at face value. It means exactly nothing.

Ok.

[patrothestupid]

You draw hot men but i feel like they are a tad too short for my personal bias... Lengthen them by the torso-- Not by too much or you'll have a chunter situation where his ass has NO legs- a stupid stubby legged otter, who trips every time he walks.

Who's chunter ?

[911bts]

@ anon. I might. We'll see in a few hours if it's back up or not 🙈

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him

Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao

It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.

It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.

"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.

"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.

You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.

You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.

It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.

You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.

"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.

"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.

"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.

"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.

"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.

He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."

[angeart]

I WANT to ask more about the breakdowns you two are handing out but I dunno what to ask that you might be willing to answer so... please Ange more teases? Pretty please?

-🎀

I AM INVITED TO TEASE!! insert excited cat wiggle

so here's a fun thing to consider:

hhau has a happy ending, right? the rescue. that is their happy ending. but. it isn't really an ending, is it? because things don't end. even when scar and grian are plucked from that horrible place and placed somewhere safer, they're still riddled with trauma and things that stay and stick and linger.

one of those things they have to deal with is the knowledge that they've changed. they had to, to survive.

but the hermits don't have all the context for these changes. they see grian flinching and hiding, seemingly voluntarily grounded, easily scared. they see scar, growling and protective, wings tattered, all the sharp vex edges waiting within easy reach in case he'd need them.

neither of them are the giggly, pesky hermits the others have grown to know and love.

neither of them are the bright, talented, inspired, creative builders the others have originally invited to come join them on hermitcraft.

and it's exhausting, to constantly be aware of how the others expect them to be someone they're not. how displaced they feel. how hard it is, to look at what's meant to be their home and their family, and feel like they no longer know how to belong.

amidst this all, the hermits are searching for the signs of the people they used to know, looking for ways to help them be themselves again, instead of acknowledging that maybe this is who grian and scar are now.

have this little rp snippet as a treat:

"I know they mean well..." Scar whines into Grian's chest this time, and though there's no cozy shawl to bury himself in, it's just as comforting. "but they don't know everything, and... and I know that's mostly on us, but god it's just... it's so much sometimes, Grian."

It's not exactly pleasant to recall those memories. To try to explain just how horrific it was to their old friends. To look them in the eyes and admit that they're different now because they had to be. (And how they still hope to be loved despite it all.)

[ruelpsen]

fucking someone hard enough to get the burps out really good concept. also consider fucking them slow and deep so you can rub the burps out of their stomach and reduce them to a total mess

Oh fuck is this good! I love the neediness angle that you get at too. Not just wanting, but needing someone to make you feel good in every way, coaxing those burps out from the outside and from within you. Needing to be touched, rubbed, loved on, belched, and fucked all at the same time. Needing to be reduced to a moaning, panting, burping mess with not a care in the world but the heaven of your own pleasure. Needing the orgasmic bliss of every release you're brought to, with each sensation only amplifying the pleasure of those that follow as each burp increases your arousal and the release of each orgasm allows more burps to slip out...

... Anyway, where was I?

[skyward-floored]

Hmm for the three sentence thing want to do… blanket?

Time shivered as he curled into as much of a ball as he could manage these days, pulling his blanket tighter over his shoulders. This rickety old inn was barely better than being outside in the snowstorm that was howling past, and Time just couldn't get warm.

Quiet footsteps padded across the floor, and Time looked up to see Warriors and Wind standing next to his bed, both wrapped in a blankets of their own and shivering miserably.

He wordlessly slid over, and Wind dove onto the bed, Warriors slipping in beside him, and in mere moments all three were huddled together in a big pile, much warmer than before, with Wind already asleep.