#idk even know what this is

[vifilms]

nsfw abby thoughts…

her perfect fingers, shoved down your throat as she implored you to suck on them. blonde hair entirely a mess from your own making. delicate hands running through from root to tip but now the golden ends kiss your chin, providing a tickle up your spine.

daring blues fall into your gaze as abby smirks, your hips bucking at her thigh wedged between your legs, clit throbbing at the friction. “isn’t this what you craved, baby?” taunting you with sultry as if it’s needed. anything she does and your putty in her hands.

she giggles maliciously as she pushes more pressure onto you. you moan, but it’s muffled from her fingers stuffing your mouth. “so fucking pretty, pathetic, but you’re goddamn perfect.”

“want you to cum for me again, yeah? use me and get off like the pretty baby you are.” you nod reverently as your slick coats her.

“now suck.” you hollow your cheeks and do as instructed. her mouth quirks up as you follow orders. it’s fucking sinful how much she gets off on it but god, you’re such an angel like this. fallen from grace, splitting yourself in half for more — willing to do anything.

as she pulls her fingers out, she wipes her tongue on the flat of your tongue as the drool collects on your chin. she smears it down your neck, leaving the remnants to dry on your sternum. abby’s hands travel to your soft stomach until she circles on your clit.

your body twitching, trying to chase the high, already sensitive from from the past two orgasms she’s given you. “i know. you’re so desperate to come…” she pushes your hair to the side, making your body tremble further. “show me how much of a filthy whore my baby really is. yeah? can you do this one little thing for mommy?”

[konigsblog]

tw/ rape and non-con

soap and gaz would definitely rape perv!reader

they'd conspire together, planning how they'd take you and when. i mean, you're a filthy, little whore and you need to be put in your place!! maybe if they rape you a little, you'll stop whining and begging for their attention, even when they're in the middle of important reports. they just wanna scare you off, to see the fierce and demanding girl cry and shake.

god, if you're perverse because you're a virgin — untouched and unused and overall desperate to feel a thick, hard cock inside your cunt for the first time — then they'll be ruthless and brutal with you. they'll make sure that you'll be scared to feel it again, all while the other comforts you and tells you that they're not raping you, they're giving you what they think you need and deserve! a nice fucking!

and when you cower away from them for weeks on end, sobbing at their pressence because you're scared they'll hurt you again — they'll just manipulate you and gaslight you while the other cooes at you in an attempt to sway your mindset further, that they didn't rape you, that you shouldn't throw that around :(

[yumieio]

random marine: is anyone here straight

sengoku: honestly at this point i dont think any of us are even a little straight

garp: there is time I had to question if being a marine made me like men

tsuru: ive been liked women

akainu: *puts hand up* me

kuzan : i know damn well you aint talking put your godamn hand down

kizaru *puts akainu hand down* ive been gay as shit if yall hadnt noticed

[letters-unsending]

No. 30

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“I told Superhero we were married so he would help fight against Supervillain.”

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Villain takes Hero’s hand into his lap and worries his thumb over the ring—their fake wedding ring—like he knows each arc of metal, each facet by heart, like he’s known the ring for years. Even as a participant in this charade, Hero thinks he could be convinced that Villain cares. He thinks, as Villain’s fingers wander and trace the scars across his knuckles, that this could all easily be real.

“Darling,” Villain calls, shaking him out of his reverie, “why don’t you tell him? About how it began.”

Darling. Villain has jeered that name throughout many of their fights, but the word has never been soft, never been breathed over the shell of his ear. Hero twitches. He hides the flinch with a smile and turn of his hand. Taking his cue, Villain slides his palm over his own, and Hero sighs, leaning into Villain’s side, looking lovesick as he ought to be.

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“Finally!” Sidekick teases when Hero shows them the ring.

“No,” Hero sighs and takes the ring off, setting it on the table, “it’s not like that. It can never be like that.”

“Oh,” Sidekick whispers as Hero slumps into his chair, “you’re actually really torn up about this. I knew you liked that white-picket, married life shit, but you look like the dry cleaner ruined another one of your capes.” Sidekick sits in the chair opposite of Hero and pauses. The silence is long, condemning. “Oh, you poor thing. You actually like him, don’t you?”

Hero lifts his head from the cradle of his arms. “I can’t do this. I can’t have him acting like he actually cares for me.”

“…like he actually cares for you,” Sidekick repeats slowly.

“Yes?”

“It’s a good thing you’re pretty, you know.” Sidekick pats the ring and smiles when Hero’s hand flinches toward it. “Because I really thought you were smarter than this.”

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Villain’s had a hand on Hero’s back all night. Hero almost tripped forward the first time his palm pushed against his spine, leading him further into the finery of the gala hall, but it soon became a comforting weight. When Villain spoke to another attendee for too long, Hero leaned back into the touch. Villain would thrum his fingers and murmur ‘patience darling’ before leading Hero off to the next businessperson or reporter.

After coming back from the bar, Hero decides to return the favor. Smiling, he sidles up beside Villain and slings an arm behind him, resting his fingers over the edge of his waist coat. He settles a thumb on the curve of Villain’s hip as her proffers a flute of something fizzy and pink forward.

He doesn’t register Villain has stopped mid sentence in his conversation till both Villain and his conversation partner—holy shit that’s Superhero—turn toward him.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” Hero flusters, about to withdraw his hand.

“It’s fine, darling.” Villain reaches down and flattens his hand over Hero’s, holding it still against his hip, “I just wasn’t expecting you so soon.” Sending a reassuring grin to the both of them, Villain takes the drink and continues the conversation, “now, where were we?”

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“You’re not wearing your ring.” Villain observes, sagging against the wall beside Hero.

“We’re in battle. Of course I’m not going to wear it.” Hero retorts and fingers around his collar until he hooks something—a necklace—and drags it out. “Anyways, I do have it.” The ring hangs from the chain, glittering like firelight in the dark, and Hero squeezes it in his hand. “I keep it like this so I don’t break it.”

Villain stares at the ring, at the ash and blood on Hero’s fingers. He laughs and pulls out a necklace from beneath his own collar. His ring hangs just the same. Sighing, he folds it into his hand and rests his forehead on the tense line of his knuckles.

“I wish we had more time to pick these out. We picked the first pair they showed us in the store because we were in such a rush.”

“I like them.” Hero holds his ring tighter. The gem cuts into his palm. “They’re a good memory—they’ll be a good memory, after this is all over, but you’re right, I would’ve gotten you something different. Something sleeker and dark, like your suit.”

“You would’ve gotten me-”

“Say, how bout once this is over and Supervillain is dealt with, we get new ones? I mean, not that soon. There’s no rush, but-”

Before Villain could string out a response, a crash sounds from behind them. Dust plumes over the wall they’ve sheltered behind and Villain lunges at Hero, yanking him up by the collar. His smile is feral and he grabs Hero’s hand, the one with the ring.

“Darling, your timing is terrible.”

[cannotfly]

@anyfight's raefer mcclellan says, " breath in and out. "

a pair of pink, satin pajamas that remind her of a.udrey h.epburn rest over her skin and she clings them closer to her. a gift from mrs. eastman with a comment about how she's grown out of nightgown by now. it was an act of pity. a white flag in their on-and-off war. but she was delighted by the prospect of not having to wear gowns to sleep anymore. how girlish of her. there are heavier weights on her shoulders, yet she's concerned about what she's allowed to wear to bed. if she closed her eyes and really tried, she could pretend that she's older than she is; that all of this is completely normal.

the moment the tests were positive, she's been playing a role she hasn't quite grown into. johanna was flying through life. trying to keep her head down. pinching herself while her guardian scolded her over and over again, just to prevent herself from covering her ears and facing a worse scolding. but now that there's a newborn sleeping in the previously empty bassinet and that she's fitting into her old clothes again, it's come to a screeching halt. the future was blurry just a month or two ago. but now... where are they going?

and what happened last week only solidified the need to do something.

❝ ---and then what? this is all just going to happen again! ❞ hands run down her thighs, before grabbing at the fabric. she tried her best to stay calm. not let her guardian win. try to show that she knows what she's doing ( at least a little ). instead, johanna is caught in the middle of a ramble and barely hears what riff is saying. ❝ i can't, ❞ she whispers. but she does try to squeeze a breath through heavy lungs. johanna wishes she could be brave. when mr. bamford drops riff off, it's usually earlier in the day. she can usually put herself together enough to be the strong one, pretending that it hadn't scared her as much as it had so he wouldn't worry about her.

another breath, rushing through her chest too quickly and leaving behind a sharpness. ❝ he was worse. ❞ before the dress and the courthouse, johanna was convinced her guardian would have her sent away when he inevitably found out. a girl's home or even one of those asylums in england. but he couldn't stand being out of control of her for that long. ( and those places are supposed to help girls like her. he couldn't risk that. ) ❝ i thought-i thought... ❞ she sits on the edge of the bed, ready to jump back up at any moment. ❝ i thought he was going to hurt me again. and that you weren't ever going to come back. ❞

the thought of single-handedly raising their daughter is terrifying enough. in that case, her guardian would lose all patience. riff protects her---to the point where something like this happens and he does it over and over again---what if he wasn't there anymore?

❝ you can't do anything that has the chance of even slightly irking him. ever again. ❞ it isn't the first time she's said it. johanna has the feeling this isn't even remotely close to the last. ❝ she already grew so much while you were gone. ❞ i don't want you to miss our daughter growing up any more.

[silverskulltula]

listen hobbit pussy could be mediocre (doubtful) but even if it was it's still followed by a 17 course homecooked meal and the kind of weed that would make sauron scared. lithe beautiful immortal elven pussy has no power compared to the simple, hardworking hobbit. and it goes without saying that you cannot handle dwarven pussy.

[inkskinned]

okay is she being actually immature or is it just a woman over 30 expressing a human experience you find to be immature.

like yeah. at certain ages... let shit go. im not defending the real immature shit. im not defending the karen you're picturing. i worked in retail i hate those people too. (once somebody got mad at me because she didn't like how our winter window decor was a snowman smoking a pipe. i wish i was joking).

but men at 57 will write books about how 17 year old girls are soooo sexy. they will invent worlds where women have to be naked for "armor reasons." they will write songs that treat women as objects. people rush to defend them. meanwhile a woman at 35 will be like "heartbreak is hard, actually" or "i feel betrayed by a friend" or "i am struggling with something emotionally." immediately people will say stuff like this woman is 35 by the way. by the way this woman is SO OLD to be experiencing this. BY THE WAY.

im 31, almost 32. the other day a poet was blasted online because at her "big age", she had written a poem about feeling unloved. top comment was "this woman is 29 by the way." this woman is too old to still be useful, by the way. she has to behave better . maybe if she was a good wife and mother she could stop existing loudly, and the story could continue on without her. this woman has served her purpose, by the way. she's so cringe, by the way. at 29 - so old! - she still hasn't figured out that her existence should be one of shame.

[mochasucculent]

Was looking at refs and since Viktor has two different leg braces I was wondering, do we think he wears them simultaneously?? The refs don't perfectly line up perspective-wise so it's hard to tell but parts of the one he wears during the Hexcore scenes look like they could maybe line up with the brace that he wears over his clothes, but also some parts really don't and look like they'd be super uncomfy. Also HOW does he take these on and off. Experts weigh in

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

We all know the semi-canonical ‘all the Robins know to hide/duck inside of Batman’s cape, even as adults’ thing.

We also know that Danny ‘is LITERALLY a ghost’ Fenton sucks at remembering his own intangibility while ALSO forgetting to look ahead of him.

All I’m saying is, Danny Fenton (or Phantom, if you’d really like) would absolutely SLAM into Batman on accident while running on roof tops and Bruce ‘Brooding Instinct’ Wayne doesn’t even think twice about letting the kid hide and scanning around for danger before there’s a record scratch of ‘wait who tf is this?’ kicks in.

[artist-rat]

some epilogue vibes (an excuse to draw some hugs. and my durge so many times)

[lazylittledragon]

ok look i love astarion with my whole soul and this might be an unpopular opinion but post-brain, i don’t think he’s fashionable. i think he knows how to dress well and likes wearing nice clothes but i really feel like 90% of the time when he’s at home he would just want to be comfortable. i think this man wears dad slippers and owns an ungodly amount of sweaters and comfy loungewear. furthermore i would like to put forward that the person who DOES put together a fucking Look every single day of his life is wyll fucking ravengard. in this essay i will

[mairodia]

My addition to the Mikus of the world. Been feeling very bittersweet bc I am moving away soon to go to grad school on the east coast, so here is my send up of the LBC, Miku-style 🌴🩵 and yes she smokes weed

You can find a timelapse of this drawing at patreon.com/mairodia :)

[frownyalfred]

thinking about a Damian who was raised his entire life hearing how much he looks like his Father, how he's the blood son, how he's better than any other child Bruce Wayne has taken in, starting to buy into it like a kid does, only to hit puberty and turn out looking like 80% Talia.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Michael refuses to be gaslit on “THE BITE OF 83”

[hadesisqueer]

I relate to Jinx so much I too would get attached to this cutie pie and give my life for her if needed and lose my shit if something happened to her. Fuck y'all I'm grieving

[tiniest-hands-in-all-the-land]

Carry me home