#idk what other tags to add uh

[bowelfly]

COMING THIS SUMMER:

7 MONTHS 36 ARTISTS 1 REALLY PERSISTENT SKELETON

IT'S THE 2023 TRUNGOTHON MEGA ART TELEPHONE GAME

[RATED R]

RIDICULOUS. this was so big that even with tumblr's recently expanded image limit i still had to weld every other image together to fit it into one post, but if you want to see every image in its full glory, i made a page for it on my website (jankily hand-coded and probably not very mobile friendly).

it was so fun to see which elements stuck around and for how long. i still can't believe the skeleton got banished and then resurrected 15 iterations later!

huge thanks to everyone who participated. in order:

@mobileleprechaun, ink drinker, @dimetrodrawn, @escherbug, @gachimushi, @ikrutt, @dunwichdrawsstuff, @mathpope, @bedupolker, @solidagold, @a-beepbop, thenauticalwarlock, @ohpsshaw, @eisly, @juenavei, me, @librivore42, @greedol, @mechabutchzilla, @phanta-friends, @tickfleato, @skelizard, elixer, @espimyte, @noctomnis-art, @bluedotjpeg, @fetus-cakes, @iguanodont, @flame-shadow, @kombuchaclock, @slimekingmike, @crtastrophe, @leona-florianova, @skelebee, @nutspider, @palossssssand, and gachimushi again for the header image to this post

whew! now time to seriously consider a yearlong 72-artist game...

[hikikodollie]

not to be a sensitive, insurable snowflake, but there are three trends that bother me, so

there's this art trend where people will show parents missgendering their child saying "meet my son/daughter _____", and the son/daughter is then a super fememenine passing attractive trans woman or a super masculine passing attractive trans man, and what theyre trying to day is that the parent is being ridiculous in missgendering their child

similarly, there was this trend that where rlly passing trans men would post themselves w the caption "do you really want me in your daughter's restroom?" or something along those lines

the reason these trends bother me is bc there's just this wierd underlying sentiment that the validity of a person's gender is determined by their ability to pass and that just doesn't sit right with me personally,,,

like maybe I'm just being dumb and reading too much into it but especially with that second one like you're really not helping trans women by saying "look how masculine I am!! you wouldn't want some MASCULINE MALE in the bathroom with your daughter right?" and I get it's trying to flip transphobic logic on to terfs or wtv but all its rlly doing is adhering to wierd gender stereotypes

similarly, again, I saw this post that was like, "Matt Walsh is being so delusional calling this (trans) man a she, look at him he has a fully grown beard!!! He's obviously a man!"

cause like, again there's this subtle messege ur sending that a person's gender only deserves to be respected if they pass, like okay is a trans man no longer a man if he's pre everything and doesn't pass? Is a trans woman then a man if she has a beard??? wierd

transphobia is inherently illogical, guys. Therefore, you can not beat transphobes by using their own logic

thank you for coming to my Ted talk

gootbhe

[kitamars]

HEY im opening sketch comms!! it’ll be 4 slots on a first come first serve basis and i may reopen slots after i finish!

shares are appreciated :3

[aqua-owo]

Everything reminds me of Torbek. Litteraly just laying in bed rn, browsing tumblrs. And my bones hurt, everything is stiff, im freezing despite having 3 blankets (I had to go grab my heated blanket), my neck is probably irreversibly damaged from my horrible sleeping habits, I feel weird plus despair, the usual too much anxiety for the given situation (which is litteraly just laying in bed), and I probably need to bathe more.

Like, I know why Torbek is my favorite. He just like me frfr. My internal thoughts are slowly getting replaced with Torbek's style of talking (his voice included). This is probably not healthy but, eh. Torbek....

[cgarttrailsandtails]

Wait bro how can Sonic and the others see when doing a spin attack?

Cause like they roll themselves into a damn ball how do you know where you’re going!? Or like do they just hope they don’t spin themselves into a wall? How do they not get dizzy or something doing it? I have so many questions

Also I think that Silver (what with his psychokinesis) can probably just make himself into a missile if he has to and knows where he’s going. He can be a floating spike ball.

And you gotta know that it would hurt a lot to get hit by Sonic’s spin attack. I mean a speedy spinning ball of quills? OUCH! It’s good that they’re destroying robots in the game cause they at least don’t feel it 💀

[slowprocessart]

I rarely post art here but. Might as well share some of my oc art ig. Been trying to cure art block by taking pose refs from pinterest and drawing them.

[lobslobslobs]

* i've created a terrible thing . this is my son i guess? its name is The Cheese Meister

[ketunhanska]

hmmmmmmm. trying to figure out all the things to add (this is a close crop of the middle of the picture theres a bunch of stuff on the sidelines already but. i feel like there should be more)

[withmytailtotheworld]

So something in my mind was�� telling me to make this. Despite me no longer liking this piece of media (that shall not be named… at all. sadly. but if you know, you know.) anymore due to how uncomfortable it makes me now but I will always adore one thing about it… 

The cute little characters and their designs.

It’s a shame that they all have to go through those… Violent and gruesome deaths, something made me remember an old thing I was going to create back a few years ago,

Which was this;

A fan reboot of… (what’s an alternate name we can call it…… uh…. “Cheerful Evergreen Buddies”… Thanks Thesaurus!) but make it a slice of life, remove the gore, remove the deaths the characters go through, make the characters who had disabilities have better representations and portrayals since it won’t be for humor or for making fun of AT ALL compared to the original media, make the characters have personalities, also tweak the characters design a little (maybe give those without outfits… outfits!), and yeah! All of that stuff that make it really interesting for a slice of life! Backstory! A story in general! Bing! Bam! Boom! 

(of course, it won’t be an official reboot… there won’t be any sorta show or anything… just… idk? I guess whatever we want?)

Separate it completely from the original media because this is its own thing! Different universe! Different things! But we’re not gonna be like “pfft we don’t care about the characters, we’re just gonna do what we want like those weird reboots you see!” BECAUSE NO! despite how unfamiliar and untrusting it may seem to you… we do care about the characters, and we love them! That’s why we’re doing this in the first place! 

Soooo yeah! That’s kinda the gist of it!

Anyways, I’m probs gonna end this whole post here… I was gonna write more BUT while I was writing this (which was… last night) I was having a killer headache going on…

[berriblues-playground]

GRAHHHH I DID THIS FINALLY!!!

I will reblog this on my art page w/the full of the drawings I did bc they so sillay

Also here's the blank if yall want:

[knight-of-thyme]

hey welcome to my blog im dave or dana or whatever uh i use she/he pronouns

i like men

dave strider fictive in a polyfrag system, main blog is @aspen-washere

no strict dni just like idk fuck off if youre a bigot or a zionist or whatever and i dont wanna see incest stuff ill block you if i have an issue

[23sanguinity]

I wish I could go back in time and force hoyo to include diverse skin tones from the start bc even if they change completely and do everything right, the fact that they have done so much wrong already will always be a stain on the games I love

[scrcrwfsh]

i got soup

[sincerelyneo]

juno | l.hc

“one of me is cute, but two though…?”

💿now playing: juno by sabrina carpenter

❯ summary: Kids were never really something you thought about. But then you saw your sexy as fuck boyfriend playing uncle and now you can't stop thinking about giving him a baby of his own. What can you say...your hormones are high.

❯ pairings: haechan x fem!reader

❯ genre: smut, established relationship

❯ words: 2.7k

❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, unprotected sex (don't do this!), swearing, breeding and pregnancy kink, possessiveness, dirty talk, begging, praise, creampie, slight angst not really idk, fluff, reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just the reader getting baby fever from seeing hyuck with kids (very real el oh el.)

an: i know this is like my third haechan post in a week, but i literally don’t care. sue me x

You didn’t want kids. Well, that’s not true. You were indifferent to kids. 

That was until you saw your boyfriend with them. You didn’t think you could be more attracted to him, but then he had to go and check off the "great with kids" box. Maybe it’s just his playful side, but Lee Donghyuck is just so good with them.

And being forced to attend his niece’s first birthday party made you realise it. Honestly, you’d never given much thought to the idea of kids—cute yes, ready to give up endless nights of sleep, no. 

But the minute after you walked through his childhood family home and were done greeting his parents and siblings, a swarm of kids ran at him, hugging his legs and stomach. And he just melted into them, so gentle and excited. It was cute and made you smile. 

From then it was him letting his oldest niece cover his tanned cheeks in blush and stickers, to tossing a ball with his nephew after he announced he made the basketball team—and don’t even get started on him poking the chubby cheeks of his youngest niece, her soft giggles filling the backyard of the party. 

It was like he was in his element—soft, loving, and completely at ease. And even though his nieces and nephews had other uncles and aunts, they’d always say Uncle Hyuck was their favourite—even if they weren’t supposed to.

You watch him from the patio door in the kitchen, overhearing him tell his dad he’s “too young to be having the adult conversations,” which was really code for ‘let me play with the kids.’ 

Running around, telling jokes, creating games. It had your stomach turning and—were your heart strings being pulled? Seeing this absolute perfect man, so caring and playful, living just to make those little ones laugh and smile, had you seriously considering the sleepless nights that might come with having some of your own.

Wait. 

“He’s good with them, huh?”

You jolt, turning to see Hyuck’s sister standing behind you.

“Uh... yeah, I guess so,” you shrug. She steps beside you, and the two of you stand there, watching your boyfriend bounce his niece in his arms, soothing her gently.

She giggles, and you glance over at Hyuck’s sister again. “What?”

“Nothing,” she shrugs. “Just... you’re looking at him like you’re ready to add to the Lee family name.”

You gasp. “I am not!”

She gives you a knowing look, and you bite your lip, eyes shifting back to Hyuck. This time, he’s handing his niece a sippy cup, tapping her nose. Your chest tightens.

“Okay... I suppose he is good with them.”

Hyuck’s sister nods, humming in agreement. “He always has been. With every younger sibling, every cousin—even when I had my first daughter, Hyuck was the most excited.”

He’s sitting on the grass now, all his nieces and nephews swarming him, tickling him. He’s being extra dramatic, letting the younger ones tug at his hair just to make them laugh. You stare, warmth and wholesomeness filling you.

“He’d make a great dad, Y/N.”

The statement is completely sobering.

“Uh,” you stammer, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know. We haven’t really talked about it.”

That’s not entirely true. You had spoken about it—once. You’d told him it wasn’t something you had planned for but weren’t necessarily opposed to, and the conversation had never come up again.

Hyuck’s sister blinks at you, clearly confused. “That’s crazy. Hyuck’s always said he wants to be a dad.”

Clearly. 

There’s no denying that. It’s so obvious—every second he’s cupping up the kids, tickling them, teasing them. He looks so profoundly happy, so perfect. And it suddenly clicks for you.

This could be yours. Forever. He wants it. And now... you’re starting to think you want it, too. Him, this, forever. His kids. Your kids.

“Y/N! Y/N!” one of the younger kids calls, waving you over from across the backyard. “Can you play with us? We need more people to play the monsters. Uncle Hyuckie can’t do it on his own.”

And just like that, you’re being pulled away from the baby fever conversation and coaxed into joining them—not that it took much convincing. Your thoughts were starting to scare you a little. You’d never seriously thought about kids—until now.

Because you’d never seen Hyuck look more attractive than when he was playing dad.

“I can’t believe she’s one already,” Hyuck beams from where he���s stretched out on your bed. He’s been talking about the party nonstop since you got home. “Did you see the little bows in her hair? So fucking cute.”

You glance at him through the vanity mirror where you’re sitting, watching the way his face lights up, animated and so full of joy. There’s a warmth in your eyes, your lips curved into a soft smile as you take him in. He notices, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s that look for?” 

You stand and walk over to him, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. His eyebrows knit together, more confused now.

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

You smile, sidestepping his question with one of your own. “Did you have fun today?”

“Yess…?” he replies, but there’s a trace of suspicion in his voice.

“Your family’s really nice.”

“Oh, are they now?” He squints playfully. “I saw you talking to my sister. I hope she wasn’t embarrassing me—she loves doing that.”

You shake your head with a giggle. “She wasn’t.”

“Okay…” he draws out. “Then what was she saying?” 

“That you’d be a good dad. That you want to be a dad.” 

Hyuck’s eyes widen and you mentally add this moment to the short list of times your boyfriend has been rendered completely speechless—still countable on one hand.

He coughs, his cheeks turning pink. “S-She said that?”

You nod, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“And…what did you say back?”

You spread his legs out on the bed so you can slide between them, sitting there and looking up at him as he waits, eager for your response. He’s so cute like this—adorable, even—clearly dying to hear what you thought.

“I didn’t respond,” you admit honestly.

You catch the flicker of hurt in his eyes, but he covers it with a laugh—though it’s not genuine. You can tell he’s trying to brush it off, trying to pretend that he’d be okay with the possibility that you might not want that kind of future with him.

“She shouldn’t have said that,” he mumbles, embarrassed. “I used to talk about it a lot as a kid. I don’t really think like that now. I can’t, you know… because of my job.”

“So you don’t want kids because of your job?” You ask. The tone in your voice takes him by surprise because now you’re the one sounding hurt. 

“Baby... is this a trick question?” He laughs nervously.

You shake your head, crossing your arms across your chest. “No Hyuck. But I want you to answer it truthfully.” 

He shrugs, looking unsure. “I don’t know. I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You’re lying.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Baby, I don’t know what you want me to say—”

“The truth,” you insist. 

He pauses, his gaze softening. “I love you, Y/N. You said kids weren’t really part of your plan, and that’s okay,” he begins, his voice steady but sincere. “And yeah, maybe I always kind of thought kids would be in mine, but then I met you. And you became my plan.”

You grab a hold of his hand and squeeze. It draws a genuine smile from him before he speaks again. 

“I know we’ve never talked about it since. But I’m fine with anything—as long as it’s with you.”

You smile, his comment pulling at your heartstrings because you feel the exact same way. 

“Those kids absolutely adore you, Hyuck,” you say and he gives a half smile. 

“Well, I am their favourite Uncle.” 

You trail a soft finger up and down the naked skin of his arm. His eyes follow your touch and that furrowed expression is on his face again. 

“Y/N what’s going on with you? You’re confusing me—”

“You know—” you cut him off. “I think you’d be a great dad.” 

He stares at you, properly taking you in. He’s never seen this side of you before, and you’ve never given him a compliment quite like that before. The thought of you being into the idea of him as a dad… well, he didn’t expect it to turn him on this much. Maybe it’s the way your fingers brush his arm? Yeah no, it’s not.

“Today made me realise something,” you say, shifting to straddle his hips, your arms wrapping around his neck now. He raises a curious brow, waiting. “You look so hot with kids. The thought of you being a dad is so fucking hot, Hyuck.”

Hyuck smiles at the confession, and his hands move to grip your ass as he ground your hips forward on himself. You let out a small gasp of surprise as you feel him. 

“Please don’t joke like that, Y/N,” he whines, eyes squeezing shut. “Because I’ve been thinking about you being the mother of my kids since the day I met you.”

You giggle, biting your lip to stifle the soft moans escaping you as he grinds you slowly against his growing bulge.

“Well, why don’t you do something about it then,” you tease breathlessly, feeling the hardness of him through his sweatpants.

Hyuck’s mouth parts, caught somewhere between awe and shock, but before he can question how serious you are, your lips capture his, and your tongue is slipping inside his mouth to deepen the kiss.

The groan you both share is synchronised, and it’s all the encouragement he needs to flip you over, hovering above you with a renewed sense of urgency to make promise of your teasing. 

His fingers hook into your panties, sliding them off as you shift upward against your pillows, tossing your nightgown aside. Hyuck strips out of his own clothes, desperate to press his bare skin against yours, his need overwhelming any sense of patience.

He kisses you back roughly, passionately. Fuelled by your impossible hotness and readiness to be fucked—fucked by him. Your tongue dips deeper and deeper into his mouth, never satisfied, craving more of him. You cling to him, your hands and legs moving over his skin, desperate to feel every inch. Your hips roll up, slickness coating his shaft, causing a rippling gasp to leave his mouth. 

Hyuck pulls back with dark eyes. You—his girl—naked and desperate under him, begging him to do something about his baby fever—your baby fever. It’s the hottest shit he’s ever seen. His new favourite thing. His obsession. He loves seeing you like this, he decides—so willing, so desperate for him, for his cock. Needing him to bring you the pleasure only he can give. And he’ll make sure you remember that once you're carrying his child.

The image floods his mind—your stomach growing, swelling with his baby, the glow in your smile as you hold his child. A family, all with him. Only him. Because you want his kids.

The last thought pushes him over the edge, and with a low growl, he bites down on your neck, lips and teeth claiming your skin. He wants you marked by him—like always—but this time it’s different. It’s possessive. Primal. Feral. His saliva wet on your neck, dark bruises blooming over your breasts, his fingers burning prints into your hips, and his seed buried deep inside your soaking wet cunt.

His cock jumps when you roll your hips again, your whimpers causing him to groan and eyes roll back. You sound so desperate. Desperate to make him your forever. 

“Hyuck—” you sob as his teeth graze your nipple, sending it hardening under his touch. “Please, I need to feel you.”

His eyes sparkle with lust as he drapes your legs over his waist and leans down, capturing your mouth in a long, needy kiss. He aligns himself with your slick pussy, your fingers clawing at his back as he slowly eases into you. He fills you completely, lifting your hips to bury himself deeper.

“So fucking pretty like this,” he mumbles, pulling away to admire the way you take his thick cock. “Taking me so well, always so good for me, aren’t you, baby?”

You moan as his cock hits every spot inside you—so deep, so hard, so good. Each thrust drags along your walls in a way that feels divine.

“Can’t wait until you’re mine, so full of me,” he whispers, kissing your neck. You whimper, your walls clenching at his words, urging him to quicken his pace. “Do you want that, baby? Want my cum inside this pretty pussy?”

“Yes—fuck yes—please.”

“Say it for me,” he requests softly, a gentle yet desperate edge in his voice. “Please tell me.”

“I want to be yours; make me yours,” you breathe out.

Hyuck's gaze drops to your lips, entranced by the words spilling from them. He thrusts harder, your nails digging into his skin as you pull him closer. Your cunt swallows his cock whole, turning his thrusts sloppy, and he groans.

You’re practically sobbing with how fast he’s driving into you, so close to seeing stars.

“You’re so good at taking me,” he praises, his breath ragged. “Gonna make me fill you.”

You squeeze around him, and the thought of cumming inside you sends a shiver through his thighs, making his breathing stutter.

“Yes! Fuck, please keep going,” You pant. 

“Want you so full of me that it’s dripping down your leg. And then I’ll push it back in when I fuck you again.”

Your breaths grow louder and quicker, matching his as you both teeter on the edge. He kisses you deeply, your mouths suffocating each other as you grip his soft brown hair. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you tight.

“Hyuck—I’m gonna cum.”

“So fucking good, baby,” he moans in awe. “I’m going to fill you with my cum. I want you overflowing with my seed—fuck!” He grunts hoarsely, his body tightening with tension.

Your walls shatter around him, tightening and fluttering on his cock as you cum. Hyuck holds you close, so intimately, holding himself deep inside you as he feels the first spurts of his cum shooting from his cock. 

He doesn’t stop, his hips still moving gently, making sure you take everything, softening each thrust with tender kisses along your bare shoulders. You sigh dreamily, fingers threading through his hair, and he smiles, still half-hard inside you. You’re exhausted, and the sight of your sleepy expression makes his heart twist. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, and for a moment, you stay like that—so close, so intimate.

But as the post-orgasm bliss begins to fade, a flicker of panic flashes in his eyes.

“Fuck—” he mutters, pulling himself off of you quickly. There’s a gnawing feeling in his chest, a sudden guilt. “Y/N, I’m really sorry, I got caught up in the moment. Do you want me to run to the store—”

“No.” You shake your head and grab his arm, keeping him close. “I don’t want you to. If that’s okay…”

His eyes darken with lust before a slow smile spreads across his face.

“Y-yeah… that’s more than okay with me,” he says, nodding eagerly.

“Who knows?” You shrug with a teasing grin. “I might not even get pregnant this time.”

His eyebrows shoot up. “This time?”

You nod confidently. “Yeah, this time. Because we’re going to keep doing this until I am pregnant, Hyuck.”

His grin widens as he climbs back into bed, pulling you into his arms.

“I never thought I’d hear you say that, especially not when I woke up this morning,” he laughs, pressing soft kisses along your neck.

You giggle, leaning into his touch. “What can I say? Seeing you in dad mode made me so fucking horny.”

[f1fantasys]

uhm so i have an idea where Lando is working out alone to release his emotions, perhaps after a bad day or bad race. but suddenly, you enter the gym, which annoys him because he wanted to be alone right now.

however, as you start working out, he kinda ogling your 🍒 and eventually decides to approach you to talk and that led to the spicy part when he starts touching you and fucked you on one of the bench using you to let out his anger 🫣 tysm!!!

THIS!! I don't feel like I've done this INCREDIBLE request justice. So someone please write a better one and tag me in it! @ccsainzleclerc5516 you would do amazing at this!

POST RACE WORKOUT

Warnings - smut!! need i say more?

2.4 words. IDK why it's so short - feel like i have writers block.

The Monaco weekend was always a fun one. Fun, but extremely busy, especially being a Sky presenter. From the Monday leading up to the weekend you'd been in and out of meetings, events, and not to mention recording and being live on air for several hours a day. But you loved it, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

But now that the race and post-race shows were finally over, you still had a lot of adrenaline and energy to burn, which is why you currently found yourself walking up the stairs to the gym, wearing the tightest tights and a sports bra. It was well past midnight, but, having connections had its perks, so here you were.

You pushed open the door and stopped in your tracks. There was some distant music playing and as your eyes scanned the room you definitely weren't expecting to find Lando Norris who was currently lifting weights, shirtless, might I add. He stopped what he was doing and stood up, eyes shamelessly searching your body, but an annoyed look on his face.

''Uh, hey'' you greeted.

All he did was nod his head.

''You good?'' you couldn't help but ask at the way he was looking at you. You felt you own cheeks heat up as you gawked at his body that was riled with sweat.

''Yeah'' was all he said as he turned around and continued what he was doing.

You of course have had a lot of interaction with Lando - several interviews and social media videos which meant you'd spent quite a lot of time with him. Obviously, he was one hell of hot man, and yes, you looked, but you'd never touch. Your work was too important to get involved with any of the drivers. You'd also noticed him looking more often than not, but you never allowed your mind to go there.

As you stood there for a few minutes you couldn't help but feel bad for the guy. He'd had a shitty race - mclaren had fucked his strategy, once again, and he didn't get the win. So you totally understood why he was in the gym at the time - also trying to get rid of the adrenaline.

You dragged your feet to the treadmill and hopped on, setting a medium pace, trying to focus on something else and not the half naked man across the room.

After about 15 minutes you slowed your pace down a bit, grabbing your towel to wipe the sheet of sweat over your face and arms. As you walked over to do some weights, you looked ahead in the mirror and locked eyes with Lando. He was standing drinking his water, and you watched as his eyes left yours and shamelessly looked your body up and down again. To be fair - you were swearing the skimpiest gym clothes which left nothing to the imagination.

What you didn't know was that Lando had been eye fucking you the full 15 minutes you were running. He had wanted to be alone, let out his frustration, but that changed the minute he realized it was you who walked through the door. He licked his lips as he saw how your tights wrapped around your ass so perfectly, how your boobs were bouncing and threatening to spill out of your bra, how you back muscles flexed as you ran, and how sweat covered your body making you glisten under the lights. Lando had always found you attractive to say the least, and now he was painfully hard by just watching you workout. He wanted nothing more than to walk up to you and rip your clothes off, bend you over, and rail into you.

You tried your best to ignore him and focus on your task, so you sat on the bench and started brench pressing, heavy breaths leaving your mouth.

Suddenly, you saw Lando standing above you, staring down, and his own breathing just as heavy as yours.

Before you could react and say anything, he held onto the weights and pryed it out of your hands.

''Lan-'' you started, but he cut you off.

''Shh'' you said, before walking around and facing you as you sat up. He took a seat in front of you, legs on either side of the bench as yours were.

You swore you heart was beating out of your chest right now. He looked so heavenly. Bright green eyes, curls messy and sticking to his forehead. And not to mention his god-damn beautiful torso. Muscles taught and defined, with sweat dripping down, his own body shining in the lights.

''Eyes up here'' he said, smirking, catching you out for staring.

''Fuck'' you mumbled to yourself, before you looked up at him.

You felt as his hands found your waist and effortlessly slid you closer to him, and now your breaths were mingling, the heat in your body rising.

As you found yourselves in an apparent staring contest, Lando's hands started roaming your body He traced your arms up and down, your shoulders, you back, and your breath hitched as he suddenly slipped them under your sports bra, feeling up your boobs and fondling with them.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm your breathing, but that was impossible with the fact that he was sitting right in front of you and touching you. Now he was rolling your nipples between his fingers, pulling at and tugging them, earning himself a moan from you.

''Lando'' you panted, needing more, almost grinding yourself on the bench.

''I know baby''

The nickname gave you goosebumps, and you couldn't help but open your eyes and smile at him.

Soon after, Lando tore your bra off of you, revealing your perky boobs. He lowered his head and latched his mouth onto your left nipple. Biting and sucking on it before using his tongue to sooth over.

Your hands found his hair and you pulled at his curls, edging him on, begging him some more. ''Lando, please'' you said, grinding down on the bench harder than before.

He lifted his head and crashed his lips to yours. It was eager and messy, tongues clashing and spit sliding down both yours and Lando's chin. He bit on your lower lip and you felt him slide his hands through your tights to grope at your ass. By now you were cupping his face, pulling him impossibly closer. While his one hand stayed on your ass, the other slid round to your front and cupped your cunt.

The action has you arching off the bench, breath increasing ever so much as he slid his fingers through your folds, which were soaking by now - something that didn't go unnoticed by him.

''Already dripping for me, love?'' he asked, voice thick and hoarse with his British accent.

''Uh huh'' was all you managed to say, biting your lips at the feeling of his calloused fingers rough against your clit, which he found rather quickly.

He captured your lips with his as he thrust two fingers through your entrance, the swift movement making you tremble in his arms.

''Ride my fingers y/n'' he said between breaths.

And so you did, you rode his fingers hard and fast, and just as he curled them at just the right time, feeling you soft cushiony spot inside of you, you felt a warmth begin to build in your stomach.

No word spoken and Lando added a third finger, sending you trembling over the edge as you latched onto his shoulder for support to ride you through your orgasm.

He slowed his fingers, eyes never leaving yours, before pulling them out and shamelessly licking them clean of you cum, moaning at the taste.

''Hmm, so fucking delicious'''he said, smirking, as you watched, mouth agape.

''Lando please'' you panted. ''Need to feel you in me'' you said, looking at him with longing eyes.

When you looked at him again, his whole demeanor changed. His eyes became ridiculously darker and the emotion he wore on his face was a mix of sudden anger and frustration.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he man handled you to lay down before he ripped your tights off of you and stood up to free himself of his constraints.

You watched as his hard cock bounced first then stood tall and angry.

''Fuck, he's big'' you thought to yourself as he placed himself between your legs.

Lando leaned down to kiss you as you took him in your hands and pumped him a few times, using your thumb to spread his pre cum around his tip.

The movement had him bucking forward, grunting into your mouth.

He pulled back and looked you in the eyes. ''You sure?'' he asked.

''Please. Please fuck me''

He lined himself up and wasted no time in slamming into you, bottoming out in one thrust.

''Shit'' you gasped. He was definitely the biggest you'd ever had, and the sting was intense. But this was Lando Norris, and you were determined to let him have his way with you.

He finally started moving, setting a pace that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your nails dug deep into his skin.

''So fucking tight, fuck y/n''

''Oh, Lando, yes, please, yes'' you cried out, unable to keep your moans at bay.

Lando continued to fuck into you while his mouth found your boobs and sucked hard at them, surely leaving purple bruises for tomorrow.

Within minutes you could feel your walls begin to clench around him, your orgasm approaching fast.

''Fuck, gonna cum Lan-'' you started but before you could finish he pulled out. You whined at him, an annoyed whine which you knew would edge him on further.

He scooped you up with such an ease, and suddenly you were flipped over and on your tummy, Lando sliding into your cunt with force again.

He bunched up your hair and pulled it tight, earning pornographic moans from your mouth straight to his ear.

''Can't win a fucking race but at least I got you begging for me'' he said through bated breaths, finally railing you the way he wanted from when you first walked in.

''Fuck Lando, you won. You won for me'' you moaned. You didn't care what the outcome of the actual race was - in your eyes, he was always a winner.

''Doing so well for me babygirl. That's tight.''

This time your orgasm gave you no warning. Hearing him call you babygirl pushed you over the edge, your body shuddering underneath him and your juices spluttering all over.

You moaned his name as you came, and if anything, he sped up his movements briefly before sliding out of you again.

This time he sat facing the mirror and pulled you up to sit down his lap, facing the mirror as well.

You immediately sank down on his now throbbing dick, setting a harsh pace as his hand snaked its way around you and settled on your throat.

''Want you to watch yourself fuck me'' he roughly whispered in your ear.

You kept your eyes on each other while you rode him, Lando's occasionally dropping down to watch how your boobs bounced up and down with each thrust.

''Fuck'' you hissed as you felt another orgasm approaching.

''Fucking me so good baby, go on. Be my slut'' he urged you to carry on.

Your movements were becoming sloppier, unable to hold yourself up and able to continue to thrust so Lando had to take matters into his own hands.

He was now fucking into you again, but at a relentless pace, clearly chasing his own orgasm as well.

''Together, yeah?'' he asked, his hand sliding down to toy at your clit.

You couldn't hold it in anymore. ''Fuck, Lando, now. I need to cum'' you said, as you felt his cock twitching inside of you.

The room now filled with grunts and moans, swear words flying everywhere as you both reached your climax, juices spilling out of you like the end of the worlds. Lando made sure to empty his load painting your walls white with his warm splutter.

You sank back down on him, letting your weight fall back leaning on him.

You locked eyes in the mirror again, both trying to catch your breaths, sweat dripping down the both of you.

Now that he got his release, Lando couldn't help but feel ashamed at the fact that he used you. Although this was the best sex he'd had in a long time, he felt he needed to apologize, and hope he hadn't fucked up a chance at anything more.

You could feel him softening inside of you, but neither made any attempt to move.

''Lan-''

''Wait. Fuck. I'm sorry if I was too rough'' he said, shyly.

''What?''

''I'm sorry i called you a slut. It was a complement, actually. I just had all this adrenaline from the race. And you were there. And...Fuck, i couldn't help myself'' he was rambling.

''Lando stop.'' you said firmer than you intended to. ''I didn't say I didn't enjoy it. Did I?'' you asked.

He shook his head.

''Really, it was so fucking good, and I'm glad it was me. I'm glad you used me''

''I-What?''

''Yeah, think I needed it as much as you did'' you said.

He wrapped his arms around you holding you tighter.

''Well then I'm glad you walked through the door. Thank you'' he cooed.

You smiled at him and slowly got up, letting him slip out of you, when something dawned on you.

''You ripped my clothes, Lando! literally'' you shrieked, eyes wide and a chuckle filling the air.

He stood up and pecked your lips.

''Well then, you'll just have to come home with me'' he said, smirking, but throwing his t-shirt to you to wear.

As he watching you put it on, he couldn't help but notice the stickiness dripping out of you.

''Fuck'' he mumbled, more to himself.

''What?'' you asked, as you didn't even release he was still watching you.

He didn't say anything, instead he bent down and licked your core, collecting the mixture of both of your cum.

The action had your breath hitching, not expecting it at all. You held onto his head as he did what he did, before he stood back up and let the juice slide out of his mouth and into your, before he kissed you roughly again.

''So fucking hot. Round 2 at mines?'' he asked.

You just smiled and walked to the door, opening it while gesturing him to follow you out.

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[sundew199]

Already damned

a/n: idk what possessed me to write sanji for this prompt but it fit well. Every thing in here is pre-established consent though not explicitly stated!! If it's not your things pls don't interact :)))

tags: Vinsmoke Sanji x reader, consensual somnophilia, oral f!recieving, uh pathetic devoted man?

kinktober day five: somnophilia

!!MINORS DNI!!

Sanji never slept much to begin with, not with constantly having to prep food for the crew or on the latter keep said prepped food away from Luffy, almost standing guard in the kitchen as he did so. But those were only on the nights Luffy just had a hankering for a late night snack. In general sleep didn't come as easily some nights like he wished, blamed it on the nicotine from his cigarette keeping him up or running through new and old recipes in his head.

He'd never say it out loud, but he envied how fast you could fall asleep. Like the second your head fell onto the pillow, you were out. On the restless nights, Sanji would lay with you, run his fingers down and across your back, press kisses into your cheeks and just admire the serenity that came with you falling asleep on him, the comfort he could provide.

Unusually restless tonight with no promise of actually falling asleep, he slid off of the bed, careful not to wake you and shuffled down to the kitchen. A small orange glow from his lighter igniting the end of his cigarette illuminated his path just a smidge, sharply inhaling the smoke and puffing it back out shortly. Sanji knew a midnight snack wouldn't help in falling asleep, but it's not like he had anything better to do.

Instead of making himself a snack, Sanji opted for finishing his cigarette and two more after that one, leaning back into the kitchen island and letting his mind wander a bit. A part of him wishes you were still up, a craving just for you forming while standing in the kitchen puffing on his cigarette. You'd been so much more needy for him, not that he was complaining to being with, but god was it a lot to keep up with. Add onto the entire crew needing him just about all day, when all you wanted was just him to yourself. A blessing and a curse this was, one Sanji found himself laughing to himself about.

Feeling as if he could properly relax now and maybe go back to sleep, Sanji left the kitchen and shuffled back to his room. Upon entering, the sight he was met with nearly had him turning on his heel. You were lying on your side haphazardly, the lightweight t-shirt you were wearing twisted around your body, accentuating your chest and waist. That wasn't the issue, it was the sight of you wearing nothing but that t-shirt, and Sanji just barely caught a glance of your glistening pussy before biting down on his knuckles to stifle his moan.

Fuck. Were you dreaming about him? You had to be, there couldn't be any other explanation.

Letting out a shuttering breath, mulling over his options, Sanji quietly locked the door before taking careful steps over to the foot of the bed. You turned over on your back right then, tits jostling from the movement and legs lazily falling open.

Fuck it. He was already damned wasn't he?

As carefully as he could, Sanji climbed onto the bed, pushing his hair out of his face and crouching down between your legs, gently wrapping his arms around your thighs. A near breathless moan left his lips now that he were face to face with your glistening cunt, the aroma of your arousal filling his nostrils like the sweetest batch of icing, making his eyes flutter and all inhibitions fade at a maddening pace.

Set on not wanting to disturb your peaceful sleep, his lips pressed softly up your inner things, the tip of his nose gliding along your supple skin making him twitch in his sleep pants. Rushing this would only cause you to wake and push his face into your cunt, not allowing him to savor the taste of you like he always prefers to.

Reaching the junction where your leg met your hip, Sanji stopped, unwrapped one of his arms from around your leg and glided it along your slick folds. You barely twitched, but just enough for his eyes to shoot up and look at you. Steady breathing still, body relaxed and waiting, making this almost too easy for him. Fuck he loved having you like this, and not just when you were asleep, just when you were relaxed and willing to let him take his time.

Slipping his middle finger in as slowly as possible, Sanji made sure to see what your reaction was, sighing at the pinch in your brows and the slight part in your lips, urging him to keeping pushing his finger all the way in. You clenched around him, greedily sucking in the finger he had buried in your cunt unmoving. He drew it back about half way and pushing it all the way in again, savoring the sound of your sweet breathless moan from the action.

Fuck, you were ruining him. And that was all he wanted.

Wetting his lips, Sanji descended down upon your clit, pressing a kiss and then swiping the flat of his tongue over it. God...you tasted so sweet and addicting, like this was his first time ever getting the chance to devour your pussy. His breath was hot as he pulled his mouth away, a familiar clench around the single finger inside you serving as a reminder to see if he'd pulled you from sleep.

Still deep in sleep much to his surprise, Sanji took to splitting your folds on his tongue, lapping up any leaking arousal and quietly humming. You tasted so so so good, like the finest dessert crafted by the best chef in the world. Oh he would never forget how lucky he was, to hold your legs apart and worship you.

"Sanji..."

Popping his head up at the soft whisper of his name, he expected you to be awake, but instead your back was slightly arched with your arms thrown above your head, letting out a soft snore.

At this point he didn't care if you woke up or not, wouldn't stop him from bringing you to the precipice on his tongue. Twisting his middle finger inside of you, slipping in his ring finger, he groaned into your flesh at the tight clench from your walls. So greedy.

Your legs were twitching by his head, but not enough to where ehe felt he need to use more force to keep them open. His fingers began to press into your skin as he turned eager, slurping and sucking at your folds and running his tongue from your entrance to your clit to swirl around it.

You were close. He could tell with the pitch in your moans, the shutter of your entire body and the tightening of your walls around his slow pumping fingers. Sanji wanted it. Needed you to cum on his mouth, he was so drunk off of you at this point that your pleasure was all that mattered. His throbbing cock pressed to the bed could wait, you were a priority.

"C'mon baby you're so close, so close." Whispering under his breath when he came up for some air, sucking through his teeth and diving back in. He knew sucking on your clit and curling his fingers around that spot deep inside you would do the trick, holding back his moans so he could hear yours that were quickly increasing in volume.

"Fuck Sanji please-"

So focused he didn't even bother to look up to see if he'd finally woken you, flicking the tip of his tongue across your clit enclosed behind his lips. Now your legs were shaking, quivering more like from the determination melding into his actions, the end goal dangling in front of him like a tease.

"Cum in my mouth angel," Muttering what he didn't know was his last statement before you came, eyes rolling into the back of his head when your walls fluttered around his fingers and the rush of your arousal filled his mouth, eagerly lapping it up like a dog dying of thirst, knowing he looked so pathetic. But he never cared, because it was all about you, never about him and he didn't mind it being that way one bit.

Easing his fingers out, Sanji sat back on his feet, looking down at the mess he made. A quick trip to the bathroom to grab a warm rag, he swiped it over your inner thighs, getting most of it up.

Haphazardly tossing the used rag to the side, he contemplated lighting a quick cigarette before crawling back in bed with you. But it dawned on him how tired he was, almost feeling excited that he was worn and wanting nothing but sleep, prompting him to carefully lift your limp sleeping body to his chest as he laid down. Sanji truly didn't expect you to still be sleeping, not after what he thinks was an intense orgasm.

Softly kissing your forehead and keeping an arm tight around your body, Sanji felt his sleep heavy eyes close on their own for the first time in a long time, content and oddly at peace.