#idk what this was for but thank you babe!!!!

[arlertwhore]

pairing: caitlin clark x fem! reader

synopsis: driver, roll up the partition please! — limo sex w loml cc!

warning(s): 18+/nsfw, strap, riding, nipple sucking, clit play, cait is lit the most encouraging girlfriend. word count: 412. Author Note: the clark cravings have been SO intense, i am actually in-love with cait & she is my wife but there's barely good smut fics of her so girly had to come out of hiatus and find this in the vault #cclover4L

"Bounce on it, pretty girl," she whispered against your neck, her long fingers teasing your sensitive clit, driving you wild.

Driving you indeed is Cait's personal driver, who has rolled up the partition at Cait's discreet request. You already know that means to settle on her expansive lap, perfectly shaped and just for you.

You're straddling her, her strap buried snugly in your cunt, little dress hiked up around your waist, and her breath hot against your neck, marking you up so nobody else thinks about how hot you are and tries to get with you tonight at the event. "Too much, C—I-I—fuck..!" you gasp, faltering into her arms as Caitlin hugs you tightly, her hips thrusting into your aching cunt—filling you thoroughly.

"What’d I tell you, baby?" she breathes, thrusts growing more urgent and insistent as she leans closer, "Hm?"

"I can do anything I put my mind to," you reply with determination.

"Good girl... you fuckin' love it when I call you that, right?" she murmurs, and you nod, eager to kiss her as a thank you—Cait teaches you to always show your gratitude. She pulls away, eyes sparkling with a question. "Can you do something for me, babe?"

You nod in agreement. "Can you cum for me? Can you put your mind to that?"

You tilt your face up. "Yeah, I—I wanna give you my cum, Cait, keep fucking me," you plead breathlessly.

She clutches your waist with her big hands, pulling you down hard like a fucktoy. "Like that, princess? Wanna tell me what you're gonna do on my dick?"

Your hands clench her button-down shirt, and within seconds, it's peeled down accidentally to reveal her tits, firm and inviting. You lean forward to lick at them. "I'm gonna cum, Caity..."

"On what, baby, on what? Tell me, gorgeous, c'mon, I wanna hear it." she moans softly, her eyes focalled in on the sight of your tongue pleasing her, both of you neglecting the thought of your driver.

"O-on you—on your dick."

You gasp, and her hands slide back down to your ass, gripping it firmly as she bounces you. "Do it, then."

You do, body shuddering and moans silenced by your mouth against her tits, trembling and sucking uncontrollably. You're almost scrambling to get off her, overstimulated, but Cait is quick to pull you back down, her voice low and steady, "It's a long drive."

And subsequently, it seems it's going to be an even longer ride. MASTERLIST

AUTHOR NOTE #2: please tell me you understood the "longer ride" LMAO, i love my cheeky lil endings i think it rly makes this blog THIS blog yk? speaking of this blog, thank you for 1.2k?! i promise u i was lit just doing this for fun i can't believe yall mfs rly care but ty anyway <33!! inbox me, message me, reply idk i like to force y'all to interact w me lol. bye!

[stbot]

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[narugen]

keep thinking abt hoshina and mina GOD.. (spoilers for manga and kn8 bside)

given what hoshina said about his previous division treating him like a burden/parasite just because he can’t handle firearms and specializes in his swords… how tiring must it have been to have to work with those people each mission despite having a common goal?

and how tiring must it have been to be constantly told off by his own father for wanting to continue his family’s tradition, or to be told to give up on being part of the jakdf by his own teacher -

before mina, a high ranking commander personally reached out to him, to recruit him into her team?

the fact that she didn’t see him during joint trainings and think: why bother with that? why bother with blades when bigger kaiju will appear? when she personally deals with bigger kaiju herself.

but she instead saw him and thought: he can help me, he can cover my weaknesses (mina not being able to handle a vegetable peeler is hilarious) and he’s someone i can trust

she sees potential in him, she sees how he can excel within her division, she saw hoshina and as captain - has probably heard everyone talk shit about him but she was still certain that he’d be one of her division’s greatest asset

(and even when platoon leader ebina refused to let hoshina help out, mina stood firm on her decision and her claim that hoshina would be useful. when she asked him if he could take down the big kaiju, and he could only promise saving the child within it - she believed him, took his word for it and waited until he carried out his promise.)

and now hoshina is the vice captain, putting faith in a new recruit whom most people wouldn’t have believed in… full fucking cycle..

tldr: it makes me rly fucking emotional to think about how hoshina was given a reason to continue improving with his swords after being told to give up all this time… and how mina had never once thought his abilities were useless 👍

also makes me crazy how protective he is of his position as vice captain, as the person who stands by captain ashiro’s side…

[manchesterau]

see the thing about a documentary is....what the hell would they even say? oh you know that one video yeah we finished fucking before it and then filmed right after like yeah we fucking know

[bestagons]

Dan, honey, i think you grind your teeth at night if smiling watching tiktoks makes your face hurt

[alluralater]

what do u smell like

ask your mom <3

[broke-on-books]

Happy poetry month! In the spirit of the month, what's your favourite poem? I'm not an avid poetry reader but mine is We Only Want the Earth.

Ooooh I'll have to check that one out, I don't think I've read it!

Hmmm as for favorite poem, there's a few I throw out as my top poem with frequency, but here I've got to say The Bridge by C. Dale Young. I just adore its positivity and the way it isn't afraid to be in love with the small details of life. That's just a feeling I relate with so much in my life and the whole poem is SUCH a vibe. Think I called it my idea of the world's greatest love poem in an essay once (which is def A Claim which idk if I'd fully back up now but the vibes are there) because it isn't just a poem about being in love with someone, it's loving everything they do and everything around you and loving just the world as a whole and how you see it everyday. Its such a vibe fr

Just- THIS !!!! ^^^^^^

[hekateinhell]

NSFW headcanon: Daniel walks in to Armand and Lestat in one of their hate fucks. They don't notice, until they do.

@cup-of-lixx scandalizing everyone's inboxes lmao. For the NSFW prompt thing. Armand/Lestat, implied threesome sitch at the end, rated M (dubcon but not really, rough sex, spanking, Daniel's confused af).

It's not a sight Daniel expected to see, that's for fucking sure. Then again, that could've been his motto since 1973.

He'd followed the sounds of glass breaking, Armand and Lestat's voices arguing in heated French, in accents that didn't particularly belong to this time. He usually tries to stay out of their shit—everyone knows Lestat and Armand have their spats and it’s all very unpleasant until it’s over. Regular like clockwork, predictable as a New York City snow in January. And if Lestat wanted Armand dead, he would have been a pile of ashes long ago, right? is Daniel’s usual go-to comfort thought.

All that to say—when Daniel heard Armand make the noise that he did, a long-dormant protective instinct kicked into gear (because really, who does Armand need protection from besides himself?), and he’d flung the door to the study right off its hinges before he even knew what he was doing. As if there was a shot in hell he could stop anything going down in there.

At first glance, it doesn’t look good. In fact, it looks downright horrific.

“Your maker… He’s a loud one, isn’t he, Daniel? I do apologize.” Lestat smirks at him good-naturally and winks, everything about his demeanor negating his statement as soon as he says it. His grip around Armand’s throat slacking enough for the smaller vampire to let out a broken moan as Lestat drives back into him with a motion so carelessly rough it ought to hurt, even to an immortal. The antique desk creaking from the force of every brutal thrust.

Daniel can't hear Armand's thoughts; it’s especially tortuous now because does he stay or does he go? The glassy-eyed, shell-shocked look in Armand's dark eyes as he gazed in his direction seemingly unseeing, the quiver to his bloodstained lips could just as easily be from pleasure as it could be from pain.

Lestat’s wide grey eyes never leave Daniel’s violet ones with every obscene, slick motion of his hips against Armand's pliant body. Your “boss” is fine, Danny boy. Don’t fret! The teasing lilt comes through even through the Mind Gift, but not enough to make Daniel want to budge, to leave Armand to… this.

And shamefully—shameful because he doesn’t know the exact nature of the encounter he’s walked in on—Daniel feels the hot white arousal in his body make itself evident in the most obvious of ways.

Oh, Armand's played it before for sure, but Daniel’s never seen him in this state: meek, ragged, submissive, utterly disconnected from reality.

Lestat's nostrils flare and he grins like the cat that caught the canary. His hand coming to pet Armand’s curls gently as he bends down to whisper into his ear, purely for Daniel’s benefit, for the full inflection of his words to hit home.

“You like that, don’t you, chéri? You enjoy your fledgling seeing you used like a common whore. But look at the poor dear! Look how concerned he is! Take mercy on him and let him know that you permit this.”

Roused back to life, Armand’s eyes finally focus on Daniel’s panicked, puzzled expression. A low whine emitting from the back of his throat as he groans before his angelic face smooths itself out into a warm smile. Oddly serene as Lestat deals two punishing blows to his backside in quick succession, the claps reverberating throughout the room. “It’s alright, beloved. It’s how beasts in the wild release their frustrations from time to time, you understand.”

Daniel nods, not entirely sure that he does, but he’s long since stopped trying to make sense of the complicated, incestuous relationships that make up their extended family. Armand’s head turns slightly as he reaches a hand back to grip Lestat’s forearm, and Daniel can sense the mental communication playing out between them.

Lestat pressed a reverent kiss to Armand's nape, golden hair dusting over the pale skin—much more vibrant than Daniel’s ashy blond, and a wicked contrast to Armand’s fiery auburn. He then straightens and waves Daniel over with his right hand, his left never leaving Armand’s hip, a devilish glint in his eyes.

“Your maker feels considerately wretched at having disturbed you. And I suppose it would be beneficial for him to practice being more mindful with his mouth, if you understand.”

Now that, Daniel understood perfectly well.

[hailsatanacab]

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If he were to see the monstrosity that is the Fentonworks building in Gotham, there wouldn’t be a doubt in his mind that that right there is a villain’s lair.

From the Mistaken Jason wip!

send me a🌹for a random sentence in a random wip!

[butmakeitgayblog]

in honor of the start of Pride month, I wanted to thank you for being a safe space

[lyriumrain]

Mum yells at dad for not asking how she is earlier in the day, then the next day he asks how she's going earlier. She then berates him for not actually wanting to know, and you can tell by her voice that she's annoyed by him asking 🙃

Look, dad isn't perfect btw I'm not saying he's done nothing to deserve this but like!! My god. You couldn't get two people who are less compatible than them. If someone's very nature pisses you off and triggers you (in the actual meaning of the word) then you need to separate. I understand wanting to salvage something you've put decades of your life into - but if you're screaming in emotional pain every day then you need to work out separation. Even if it's difficult and painful and you don't get any closure.

You can't "fix" someone who's just different from you.

[caruliaa]

was lied to again by ppl w pretty good too ehh parents into thinking dynasty rina sawayama was abt shitty parents and not generational trauma, SAD! well theres my tears ricochet

[mythvoiced]

@astremourante​ | ' you want to cut yourself on me, don't you? you want to rip yourself open on every sharp edge i have.' for doe :)

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Reason number one why Doe is to be greeted by all and approached by none:

The last thing he wants is for you to think he’s alive.

Reason number two why Doe is to be greeted by all and approached by none:

He’s the guttural cry of a primordial beast maimed to near-death by a dozen deities and then left to rot, eternally healing and breaking, healing and breaking, healing and breaking, a tangle of bones and meat screeching to the heavens like Prometheus’ liver.

Amelia is walking a fine line here, one Doe takes the liberty of pointing at by slamming his champagne glass down on the ground.

Then stepping on it, for good measure.

It’s supposed to be a party for anyone but him. He’s just there because people apparently want him to be. He cares for the people who help him and the organisation he helped creating to the same lengths he cares about the people who are like he used to be - though he loathes his past versions of himself. He doesn’t care to have their care or their anything.

He shows up to be nice, to not appear arrogant.

Having Amelia there is kind of a formality too, really.

She should have fucking left already.

Part of him pretends to be foreign to the reasons she could potentially be haunting him for. Maybe it’s something about the glint in her eyes, something about the way she smiles, the way she’s always there, too far and too close, as if hoping, desperately for some type of bloodshed that could make this all infinitely worse, some type of divine punishment, some type of way to laugh through the blood staining her teeth.

Make it her own.

Every punch and kick can be hers if she earns it. And then what?

What’s the world got to hold against them?

The champagne glass is pathetically easy to shatter. Not quite a spray of water-like glass like a movie prop might create, one piece manages to fit just nicely into his palm when he picks it up.

He’s no assassin. He doesn’t have the training she possesses. If she wanted, she could easily overpower him. Part of him hopes she will. He doesn’t need her that close, if things would work out his way, she’d be at the other end of the room, neglecting his existence as he tried to neglect hers.

Alas.

But if she overpowered him, at least he could win. They could end the game in a step into violence rather than continued torture where he tried not to burst at the seams every time she showed, tried not to think about what lies beyond her invisible indent in the air of the rooms she stays in for a mere second only, even.

He extends the glass shard, slowly, transfixed by his own motions. Though there is still a good forearm of space between his hand and her face, it’s clear where he’s pointing it at.

His knuckles are paling and his palm is starting to stain there where his dissociative carelessness had made the skin of his fingers slip against the glass - suspiciously with enough force to cut through.

With too much force.

It’s so thin.

Makes it sharper.

“I want you to disappear out of my fucking life,” there’s air stuck in his throat, he can push it out as he may, it still feels as though there’s too much there for him to be able to breath.

So he points the glass shard at it instead, the edge a finger’s length away from his skin.

“But sure, let’s say I do. If it makes you so fucking happy to be right,” a lazy smile spreads across his lips, like a cat stretching in the sun, sunbathing beneath the mad glow in his eyes. “Go ahead and do your worst, Amelia. Why should I do all the work.”

[fluffypotatey]

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ALSO NEW PFP FLUFF POP OFF🧎🏼‍♀️

YUH LOOKIE IT'S SO LOVELY 😍 (although i may have totally forgotten who i was because of it lol. like "oh who's this person on my dash- OH IT'S ME")

anyway, here's some lines from a wip i literally wrote yesterday

It was the little things at first. Maybe that’s why David and Jenna were ignorant of it all in the beginning, why they passed it off as a “teenager” thing and so ignored it. But now, as David sits in his office (for once not being needed for an operation that day), he looks back on the events that transpired after Liam’s visit to the hospital with some lacrosse friends (were they friends? David shakes his head as he tries to wrap his head over the growing secrets and hidden life of his son). 

That night, Liam hadn’t even been in his room when David went to take the two of them home.

“Got a ride back with Scott.”

“Who?” David never was the best with names. It was always Jenna’s strong suit, and probably why she got along better with their neighbors.

“Uh,” Liam seems to fidget on his bed, hands tucked under his lap, head down and posture turned inward (how did David miss this?), “He’s team captain for the school. That’s all.”

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[mordacitatis]

i, too, was initially annoyed at the statements from dem politicians about Donny's new ear piercing, but then i thought about it for more than two seconds

[pierrelucdisaster]

In the evening edition of thinking about hot (former) hockey players in their 30s: Matt Tennyson, I am still available if you need me. Thank you.