#idk where i was going with this but! here ya go

[sidollie]

Idk if this is where you take requests, hopefully it is!

breading kink Simon and infertile reader

where every time they do it, no matter when where or what position Simon is always muttering about he's gonna fill you up, that he can't wait to see your belly all swollen and reader hates it because 1 reader never liked the idea of pregnancy or being pregnant and 2 readers infertile. but she's been too scared to bring it up because Simon seems so obsessed with idea of getting her full with his kid but one day on the middle of him rambling on about it she spits out "i'm infertile."

if you're able to turn this into something i'd love that it's been stuck in my head for ages

༉‧₊˚. Simon Riley breeding reader but she's infertile cw// ᴍᴅɴɪ, breeding, obsessed simon riley, mentions of infertility

ᯓ★ Simon Riley had always wanted a child, it was his dream to be a loving father to his kid. To be the kind of father his own couldn't be, so when he married you, his sweet little luvie. He wanted you swollen with his child as soon as possible, his pretty little wifey all stuffed and filled with his seed.

So tonight, here he was again stretching out your sweet cunt with his fat thick cock— he says it once again

"Gonna put a baby in ya, swee'heart. Gonna watch y'swell with it, keep ya stuffed so full you’ll feel me fer days."

But you’re tired, tired of hearing him groan into your neck about how he’s going to breed you, fill you up and how he's so hopeful about a kid— his kid when you know it's not possible. So when he growls,

“Can’t wait t'see ya round and full of me.”

“I’m infertile.”

It slips out suddenly, an ugly truth. You don’t mean to say it, not like this, not with Simon buried deep inside you, his calloused hands gripping your plush hips and him groaning about how he'll get you pregnant. No, but it is said now, and you hate it.

Not because of him— God, never because of him but because it isn’t possible. You’ve known since the doctor looked at you with those eyes, pity drowning in them as he broke the harsh reality to you. You’ll never carry a baby, never feel that kind of stretch, never have a bump to caress but simon… Simon dreams about it every time he touches you and you hate yourself for the fact that you can't give him that happiness.

Everything stills, his hips freeze mid-thrust as his breath catches. You can’t— won't look at him. You stare at his rugged chest instead, scared to face him as you wait for his response. you brace yourself for every worse thing possible, waiting for him to pull out, for denial, for rejection, for anger

But all he does instead is let his hands slide up your sides, his rough palms feel soft and gentle now, as he burry his forehead between your neck and shoulder , body trembling as his muffled voice cracks slightly,

“Why didn’ ya tell me?”

“I'm sorry, I-I didn’t want to ruin it for you, you want a family. You want—”

“You. I want you.”

You try to turn to look at his face but he doesn’t let you, he stays inside you, his inked arms wrapped around your body like armor, like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go. After a moment he speaks, his voice thick with emotions as he whispers,

“I do want a baby, so damn bad it fuckin' hurts. But more than that? I want you. If we can’t do it naturally, we’ll find another way, IVF, Surrogacy, Adoption, I don’t give a fuck just as long as it’s with you.”

“But you always talk about it like it’s the only thing you want.”

“I talk about it because the thought of you carrying ma child drives me insane. The idea of the world knowing yer mine? It fucks with my head dovie.”

He presses a kiss to your neck, as his hips start to move again, slow and gentle

“But I love ya more than that fantasy. And if you can’t give me a baby… I’ll still keep filling you up like you can because you'll already be carrying something of mine swee'heart, and that part? That’s not about a baby. That’s about owning you, claiming you, and I’ll never stop doing that swee'heart”

Tears flood your eyes as you choke on a sob, broken 'I'm sorry's' fall from your mouth continuously. You can feel your neck getting wet as his body trembles slightly from the realisation that the thing he had dreamt of for years is the same thing he can never have but it's okay, because you're here with him. He's ready to try everything with you. He pushes deeper in you, kissing your neck and shoulder he doesn’t mutter about breeding this time.

"I-I'm sorry si"

"Shh don't be luvie, I love you. We’ll find a way toge'her, swee'heart"

@sidollie

༉‧₊˚. masterlist

a/n: I bawled writing this :((

[f1samcro]

The Better JPG

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterlist

fc; sabrina carpenter (she will be a common one i fear im so in love with her its a problem) (also theres like 1 photo of lily that we shall pretned is sabrina pls n thx)

LIKED BY lando, madisonbeer, lilymhe, AND 800,975 OTHERS

y/nnorizz.jpg i shall prove to be the superior norris with a superior jgp account, with a SUPERIOR photographer

lando EXCUSE ME? THE JPG IS MINE

↪y/nnorizz.jpg mine now tehehehe

madisonbeer have my babies pls n thx xxxx

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ill have to ask my photographer if thats allowed

↪madisonbeer fuck the patriarchy and have my children newayz

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ill be fucking somebody

↪lando there are children on this app (its me. i am children)

alexalbon what happened to being a norizz sibling? you kept having lily giggle at her phone

↪y/nnorizz.jpg not my fault im hotter than you albono🤷‍♀️

↪lilymhe im sorry alex but id leave you for her

↪alexalbon LILY?

↪y/nnorizz.jpg HA

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y/nnorizz.jpg my photographer said i should fuck him and not the patriarchy 😔 sooooo appreciation post for my wife (and a small one for my photographer bcs IM HOT)

madisonbeer your photographer sounds toxic 🫤

↪y/nnorizz.jpg he very much is after last nught

↪madisonbeer ABSOLUTELY NO WAY YOU GOT DICKED DOWN SO GOOD YOU CANT TYPE

↪y/nnorizz.jpg IT WAS ONE WORD. MIND OUT OF GUTTER PLS N THX

user78 oscar?????? what are you doing here??????

↪user46 y/ns been in the garage A LOT, her and oscar are bound to have met considering lando brings her everywhere

lilymhe we should escape our toxic photographers and have a throuple @.y/nnorizz.jpg @.madisonbeer

↪y/nnorizz.jpg yesssss

↪madisonbeer shell get dicked down again

↪alexalbon were having a discussion about yu being in love with y/n

↪y/nnorizz.jpg im a very loveable person

↪lilymhe TOXIC. PHOTOGRAPHER.

LIKED BY lilymhe, madisonbeer, oscarpiastri, AND 100,135,876 OTHERS

y/nnorizz.jpg guys my photographer said i could launch him

lando i dont approve

↪y/nnorizz.jpg stop being a sore loser xx

↪lando never enter my vicinity again

↪y/nnorizz.jpg big word for someone who didnt get their gcse's

↪lando big attitude for someone who wrote a song abt wanting to fuck someone, but hasnt told the public who they wrote it about

↪y/nnorizz.jpg get off my page you hater

↪lando i quite like it here now

↪y/nnorizz.jpg everybody point and laugh

↪madisonbeer 🫵😂

↪lilymhe 🫵😂

↪alexalbon 🫵😂

↪maxfewtrell 🫵😂

maxfewtrell it's okay y/n i wont bully you unlike somebody

↪y/nnorizz.jpg love ya maxie xx

↪maxfewtrell a??? public??? display??? of??? affection??? ew.

↪y/nnorizz.jpg kys xx

↪maxfewtrell youre in my suicide letter

user78 OSCARS HERE AGAIN

↪user46 ill let you cook this time

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y/nnorizz.jpg its my photographers birthday today!!!!!!!!!! happy birthday to my love, i wish i could say im sorry for the birthday muffin idea but im rlly not xx

thank you for putting up with me and taking FIRE photos whilst your at it. i have decided to share MY photos of you (plus one of me you took last night bcs your photography skills still need to outshine my brothers)

i love you endlessly my koala! (i WATCHED cricket with him the other day. i understood NOTHING. but i watched)

now. ahem. the last four photos.

1. HIS LITTLE NONCHALANT BITCHASS RESPONSE TO THIS NEW DRESS I GOT. LIKE WTH I LOOKED HOT AND I GET A THUMBS UP????

2. idk you look like a gremlin and im here for it

3. this is the face of a man whos listened to me complain the entire hike, just fo rme to say i wanted to go back and get more photos the second we went down

4. he heard my voice in the corridor and poked out with a DEVIOUS looking grin

oscarpiastri i love you endlessly, my little hedgehog (emphasis on the little)

↪y/nnorizz.jpg its only a head difference. calm urself down b4 i kill you in your sleep xx

↪oscarpiastri where else would you find a man willing to hike ALL the way back so you can take some photos?

↪y/nnorizz.jpg point has been considered

↪oscarpiastri i also gave you a much better reaction to that dress in person. you looked beautiful love

↪y/nnorizz.jpg you dont fight fair

↪oscarpiastri you lock yourself in the bathroom until you get your way

↪y/nnorizz.jpg you??? let??? me??? i??? never??? lock??? the??? door???

↪oscarpiastri you're watching cricket tonight

↪y/nnorizz.jpg wth man

madisonbeer i shall find my own photographer considering piastri stole mine

↪oscarpiastri SHE made the FIRST MOVE

↪madisonbeer shed never betray me like that

↪y/nnorizz.jpg ...

↪madisonbeer throwing your stuff into a firepit as we speak xxx

lando this doesnt prove you have a better jpg

↪y/nnorizz.jpg yes it does tf i have osc and youve js got your ugly ass

↪lando im not ugly and you know it

↪y/nnorizz.jpg sir you are my brother. please stop.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

I was going through a thought and wondered, how would Stan and Ford react to you getting hurt? Like on a mission, heist, or exploration.

[ how Stan & Ford react when you get hurt ]

a/n: sometimes my imagination is so embarrassingly bad, but i tried! i hope you enjoy it despite that <3 thank you for the idea tho!!

STANLEY

★ if it happened outdoors, Stan is grabbing your arm, yanking you to your feet, “what the hell were you thinking, huh?!” if it’s a mission or a heist, he’s 100% mad at the situation, and lowkey mad at you for getting hurt in the first place. but it's just because he cares too much

★ you’re hurt, and his mind is racing. “no. no. not this. not you, goddammit”

★ if it’s really bad, like you’ve passed out or you’re not responding, he panics. “c’mon, please, please stay with me, sweetheart”

★ whatever the situation, Stanley gets you out immediately, doesn't hesitate or finish the job or whatever he was doing. he literally carries you if he has to, forgets his own injuries. “c’mon, c’mon, i gotcha, we’re gonna get outta here, baby, stay with me.”

★ if you're bleeding bad he physically presses his hand over it and curses under his breath like “shitshitshit fuck, okay okay, you’re alright, you’re good, you’re so good, baby, fuck, hold still”

★ if it's really bad, he can't help but be emotional. screams at anybody who even tries to slow him down. doctors, nurses, cops. “if you don’t fuckin’ MOVE i’m gonna PUT you through a WALL.”

★ after you're safe, sleeping or resting, Stan gets very very quiet. sits by your bedside hunched and still worried, not knowing where to put his hands. instead, just keeps replaying this situation in his head. how he could've stopped it or what he should’ve done

★ if you so much as whimper in your sleep, he's immediately there. touching your wrist, smoothing your hair, whispering “s’okay. i gotcha. m’right here.”

★ i hate to write that but. . . he absolutely cries :( and hates himself for it even more. he tries not to cry loudly. at least, not obvious. but these stubborn angry tears keep falling and he wipes away fast because he’s mad they’re even happening

★ blames himself because guess why? he thinks he's a screw up. even if it wasn’t his fault. even if you jumped in front of danger to save HIM. he feels like your hurt is a debt he can never repay. and he’ll work twice as hard after

★ probably won't let you lift a finger for a week and will even argue with you about it. “what, you’re gonna get up and make yourself dinner with that leg? sit your sweet ass down before i TIE ya to the couch, baby, ok?“

★ absolutely buys you a stupid little get well gift. like a giant teddy bear idk. it’s ugly and cheap and it makes you laugh and he looks at you like he’d go back to hell and back for that smile

★ his hands are too rough and he knows it, so when he tends your injuries, he touches you so soft it's almost clumsy. “m’sorry, kid. my hands ain’t. . . they ain’t good for delicate stuff. but y’know i’m tryin’, right?”

★ “yer skin’s too good for bruises. shoulda been made’a stardust, i dunno.” then immediately snores and drools on your shoulder

★ Stanley hides his injuries from you. if he got scraped up during the mission too, he’ll downplay it SO hard. like limping with a bloody nose but “pfft, what, this? nahhh. absolutely fine.” because he thinks if you knew he was hurting too, you’d feel worse

★ he lets you wear his shirts because they’re soft and smell like him and he thinks it’ll help you heal faster if you’re comfy

STANFORD

★ freezes for half a second. because he’s trying to understand how bad is it / how much time do we have / what’s the fastest way to help you. he can't waste a minute

★ gets terrifyingly competent. applies pressure, builds splints from scraps, mutters smth about blood loss and nerve damage. talks you through it with a voice so calm but inside he wants to throw up because of worry. “stay awake for me, darling. keep talking. good. eyes on me. good. you’re doing perfectly” Ford keeps talking clearly so that you keep your focus on him

★ honestly, no matter how hard he tries, i dont think he’d be the perfect calm collected person. i mean sure, if you get hurt, Ford’s first reaction is to jump into doctor-mode. hes not even thinking about it. because what's important is to make sure you're breathing and blinking. but ugh, his eyes are the giveaway. they’re usually so calm, but when it’s you, theyre so wide and scared, full of worry, brows knitted, biting his lip

★ so yeah he tries to be calm but fails. so he snaps at anyone who distracts him. “either help me or get out of my way. let me do my job”

★ gets frustrated if you won’t let him fix you. he needs you to let him help. so hes constantly like “no, no, no, don't you dare pull away from me”

★ once you’re safe, he cant really breathe for a second. i mean, he had just experienced the most terrifying moments of his life, almost losing the person he loved most. so Ford's hands are trembling. he tries to hide it because he thinks he needs to be “the strong one” but if you so much as reach for him he folds into your touch still

★ if it was on anomaly hunting or expedition, he feels guilty for bringing you along. “i should’ve known it was too dangerous. i never should’ve let you come. i was selfish.” he hates himself for it

★ i think later, Ford develops a quiet habit of memorizing your vitals. like, your heartbeat, your breathing when you sleep. all the time, he keeps checking without waking you. just running fingertips lightly over your wrist or brushing his hand near your collarbone. it’s a comfort thing. if he can feel you breathing, he can sleep

★ this cutie builds you ridiculous safety gadgets. “here, this bracelet contains an emergency teleport beacon, a medical scanner and a plasma shield generator. standard fare, really.” it's like wearing an entire fucking sci-fi lab on your wrist. but you wear it anyway because well, you can't say no to him

★ also when it beeps or whatever, Ford panics instantly. no matter how minor

★ might accidentally blurt out love confession while tending you. like patching a cut and muttering “i can’t lose you. i love you. i. . .“ then FREEZES because he didn’t mean to say it out loud yet

★ he’s very doting when you're hurt. he’s the one who makes sure you’re comfortable, brings you books to read, does everything he can to distract you from the pain

★ and if it gets to a point where you’re just in too much pain, Ford’s solution is putting his hands on you, gently massaging while whispering that it will pass soon. i think Ford is more affectionate than usual in these moments. he lets his vulnerability show

★ Ford will get a little obsessive about safety after. “what do you mean you’re going into the woods alone?”

[shellshocklove]

❀ first line game ❀

rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people.

tagged by: @evolnoomym, thank you sm mina! <3 idk if i've written 10 fanfics that can be considered "recent" lol but here we go– in the order newest to oldest:

hot 'n' heavy | mom's friend from work!joel miller

"Fuck… Is this really what ya want, sweetheart?"

red moon risin' | farm!joel miller (part 3)

Under him, Joel felt the way the mare's muscles moved as he rocked back and forth in the saddle.

snapshot | old man!only fans!logan howlett

The coffee tasted sour on his tongue as he waited, engine running on empty, but the whiskey kept his throat warm.

everything is romantic | brat tamer!joel miller (part four)

He was used to being listened to, your father, his voice weighty although every word he spewed was superfluous.

moanin' & groanin' | lumberjack!logan howlett

The pages crinkled under your fingertips as you turned another page.

i don't wanna feel feelings | brat tamer!joel miller (part three)

The gravel moaned under your heels as you carefully left your uber at the foot of the driveway.

i might say something stupid | brat tamer!joel miller (part two)

Joel.

brat! | brat tamer!joel miller (part one)

Blitzes of red, green, and blue danced before your eyes.

does anyone know where the love of god goes? | farm!joel miller (interlude)

The snow moaned with each step he took.

ridin' shotgun | farm!joel (part two)

“Morning, Joel,” Arthur greeted him as Joel entered the kitchen.

so basically i'm all #describing exposition line with a dash of #in medias res dialogue sprinkled in lol

no pressure tags: @guiltyasdave @almostfoxglove @sawymredfox @hellishjoel @mrsmando @ovaryacted @joelsdagger @thundermartini @jolapeno

[ghoulishhx]

PLEASEEEE #5 from the smut list PLEASE im begging. i'm going thru a lot of intense therapy that makes me delve into a lot of my childhood sexual trauma and i have taken up the habit of having compassion for myself (because that's the hardest part) through Frank as silly as that is.

I feel like he's already so attentive and worshipful but like...with a reader who has such a complex relationship with her body that goes past insecurity...idk but i know you'd write it well

5.) body worship

hi my love!! i wanna apologise for this taking me so damn LONG. i started it in my drafts, and i didn't look at my drafts for a couple weeks and here we are. i hope you enjoy this!! i hope you were ok with me making reader plus!size, this request went hand in hand with another one from my wife @carbonfiction so i thought i may as well combine the two! ok ily enjoy!!

MDNI 18+

My Masterlist!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x PlusSize!Reader

Contents: SMUTTT!!! very fluffy too, mirror sex, frank talks you through touching yourself, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up irl please ty), squirting, praise, talking you through it, reader isn't comfortable in her own body, brief oral (F recieving)

Wordcount: 2.2k

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✦ pretty girl

“Babygirl, where are ya?” you hardly hear the lock to your shared apartment being turned, the sound of Frank’s heavy combat boots against the hardwood floor as he approaches your bedroom distant. “There ya are- well fuck me, doll.. ‘S that new?”

Your boyfriend's jaw drops to the floor in a comical fashion at the sight of you. He instantly thought the worst when you didn’t respond to him calling for you as he came home, now he can see how wrong he was. His eyes practically bulge out of his skull as his gaze drags along your barely clothed body, trying on a new set of lingerie. The swell of your large breasts poking over the (slightly too small) thin lace brassiere, a dainty bow resting above the underwire between your tits, paired with a high waisted pair of panties. The view of you from the side instantly rushes blood to his cock, making him impossibly hard from what he’s seeing. The panties accentuate the plush skin of your hips and ass, your love-handles poking out alluringly from the bottom as the fabric clings onto your backside, deliciously enunciating the curves and leaving not much to the imagination. The icing on the cake, above your underwear sits a garter belt, hoisting sheer mesh stockings that sit perfectly around the plush of your thighs. Frank’s surprised he hasn’t come in his jeans already just from the sight.

“Oh hi Frankie, I didn’t hear you come in.” you softly speak, turning to him, blushing at the way he’s looking at you. “Do you like it? I got it today, but I’m not sure..”

“Like it? Shit baby you look fuckin’ gorgeous..” he can’t help but reach out and touch you, shuddering at the feel of the soft fabric against his calloused fingers, gripping slightly at your skin as he traces his hands all over you, toying with the material, stopping at the dips in your hips. “What is there to be not sure about, doll?” 

“Hmm I don’t know, don’t ya think it makes me look.. I dunno.. Big..?” your face flushes as you timidly squeak out your query, feeling so bare and vulnerable in front of Frank. He’s seen every inch of you naked many times by now, but this feels like a whole other territory. 

“Sweetheart..” he begins as he slips himself behind you, hugging tightly around your stomach as you both face the large mirror in front of your bed, you can’t help but gasp at the feeling of his arousal poking into your back. “Too big? You're kiddin’ me right baby? You're just damn right. Damn beautiful..” 

“Frankie..”

“Shh baby.. You look so fuckin’ pretty. Tell me, tell me ‘I’m pretty’ sweet girl.” he whispers into your ear as he begins kissing behind it, trailing down your neck eliciting small moans from you as he tastes and sucks marks into the sensitive skin.

“Frank.. I-I can’t..” you whine, bucking your hips into his crotch, your desperation apparent. He halts the assault on your neck as he grabs your wrist, pulling your arm behind your back and placing your soft hand on his bulge. Fuck was he hard, he felt so hard in your palm you were sure it probably hurt.

"You’re lyin’ to y'self sweetheart. Prettiest fuckin' thing I’ve ever seen.. See what ya do to me? Huh? Feel that?" he starts rubbing your hand up and down his clothed length. His breathing deepens, growling into your ear from the touch of your hand. “All from lookin’ at ya pretty girl, ya drive me insane.”

He spins you around to face him as he captures you in a bruising kiss, pushing his tongue into your mouth as you swirl your own against his. Your free hand grasps the side of his face, pulling him closer into the kiss as you touch him through the rough denim with your other hand. Frank’s hands rest on your lower back, moving them downwards to your ass as he deepens the kiss, grabbing at the plush skin, kneading the fleshy dough. You can’t help but moan into his mouth as you rub his cock, needing more of him. He picks up on your neediness, spinning you back around to face the mirror.

“F-Frankie? What are yo-”

“Want ya to show me somethin’, okay? Want ya to show me how pretty you are when ya touch yourself f��me.” His tone is unwavering as he lowers you both to the ground, sitting you in between his large thighs as he rubs his hands up and down your own. “That okay with you, pretty girl?” You desperately nod, your need consuming you.

“Attagirl doll, make y’self feel as good as you look.” He hums appreciatively as you pull your drenched panties to the side, slipping a finger over your slick core, accumulating your wetness as you begin delicately toying with your clit. The view of yourself spread out in front of you makes you bite your lip, looking away as your skin flushes, feeling embarrassed to be witnessing yourself so lewdly.

“No way sweetheart, eyes forward okay?” he firmly grips your jaw, forcing you back face to face with your reflection, catching his own lust blown eyes in the process. “Want ya to see how pretty you look. No shyin’ away.” he tilts your head as he peppers kisses along your jawline. You mewl from the pleasure, eyes on your dripping centre, your flushed chest as your breasts heave with each breath, Frank’s light touches all over your body as he grips at your chest, squeezing and tugging at your pebbled nipples.

“That’s my girl, shit you look so good. Ya feelin’ good doll?” he groans as he runs his hands down your body, stopping at your soft stomach, rubbing comforting circles into the skin.

“Mhm Frankie.. S-so good.. Need you though, please..” you whine as you push your back against his firm chest, reaching behind you to grab at his hair as you meet his eyeline, needing him more than you ever have before.

“You’ll have me soon enough sweet girl, wanna watch ya fall apart f’me first, okay? You’re close, I know you are.” his lips return to your neck, licking stripes along the skin under your ear, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin.

Your pace quickens as you flick at your throbbing clit, thighs trembling from the pleasure as your arousal drips down from your hole to the wooden floor beneath you. His hands move down to your legs, holding them firmly, stabilising you as ecstasy begins to take over you. He can’t help but move his fingers towards your entrance subconsciously, needing to feel you come undone around his digits. You welcome his fingers and sigh at the relief as your gummy walls clench around him.

“Fuck Frank.. I-I’m coming.. Shit” you whimper as your orgasm consumes you. Your hips jerk violently from the sensation, your moans of his name and curse words interrupted by broken sobs as you gush around yours and Frank’s fingers, arousal coating the mirror before you.

“Good fuckin’ girl baby, makin’ such a mess just from watchin’ y’self. That’s it doll, so proud of ya.” he continues fucking you with his hand, selfishly obsessed with the way you writhe from overstimulation. You’re completely sexdrunk, a babbling mess as you whine from his touch. He reluctantly pulls his drenched fingers from your hole as he places them into your mouth. You greedily suck them dry, swirling your tongue as you lap up your juices. You can feel his cock twitch on your back from the action, the hardness even more apparent. 

“I need you Frank.. Please..” you turn around to him as you straddle his legs, pawing at his chest as you grind your soaked hips onto his lap, drowning his jeans.

“Tell me that you think you're pretty, baby, ‘n I’ll give ya what ya want.” he whispers, reaching to your face and brushing the stray hairs behind your ear.

“W-what? Why do I have to-”

“Two simple words, doll, that’s it. Then you can have me.” his eyes bare into you as you flush even more under his gaze. He notices your hesitation, your refusal to say those words. 

“You’re tellin’ me ya still don’t think you’re pretty after watchin’ what I just saw, huh? Shit doll I think we gotta get those eyes tested.” he moves from beneath you, as if to stand up. You grasp at his clothes, holding him in place.

“I’m pretty, Frank. I’m really.. fucking pretty.” you whisper so softly between gritted teeth, the words almost silent as you close your eyes tight. The room falls quiet for a few moments as you peek at him through your eyelids. His face is covered by his iconic, cocky shit-eating grin. You open your eyes fully and smile back as he pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Damn fuckin’ right, my pretty girl.” he raises you both to your feet as he reaches below your ass, picking you up, instinctively you wrap your legs around his waist as he consumes you with another intense kiss. He places you down on the bed behind you both on your back, as he begins stripping his clothes (fucking finally, you thought.) You spread your legs in front of you, smiling up at him as he begins slowly pumping his cock above you, eyes locked onto your body. Typically you’d shy away from such an action, but tonight you truly felt as beautiful as he told you you were. 

Frank dips his head down to your chest, placing kisses across your breasts, licking stripes along every bit of skin shown to him as he kneels down face to face with your core. 

“Lookin’ like a fuckin’ dream baby, gotta taste ya real quick, alright?” you gasp as he begins devouring you, gripping your thighs with his hands as he pulls them into the side of his head, taking your spent clit between his lips as he suckles on the bundle of nerves. He moves his tongue lower to your entrance, fucking you with his muscle. “Taste like a fuckin’ dream too.. Shit..”

You wrap your fingers in his hair, tangling the strands as you grind your hips into his face.

“Needy fuckin’ girl, ain’t ya?” he coos, the vibrations making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “I can’t wait anymore to feel ya.” he pulls his face from your cunt and slams his lips onto yours. The heady taste of him and your arousal makes your head spin as you clench around nothing, aching for him inside of you.

He doesn’t waste anymore time as he rubs the head of his cock along your folds, accumulating your slick as lubricant as he pushes himself inside of you. His thickness always shocks you as he splits you in half with his length. You whine as he sheathes himself fully inside of you, filling you to the brim with his sex. His head instantly touches your cervix, so deep inside of you. He looks to you for any signs of discomfort, and you offer him a desperate nod to start moving. He picks up on your pleas and begins thrusting into you. His pace is both passionate and rough, primal desire taking over him.

“Feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart, so tight f’me, so pretty.” He moans above you as he slams his hips into yours, hands resting on your stomach as he ruins you. “This pussy was fuckin’ made f’me.”

“Mhm Frankie.. Oh god you’re filling me up so good, feels so good” the noises leaving your body are sinfully so beautiful to listen to. Frank’s addicted to you, the way you look, feel, sound. He groans at his view, you arching your back off of the bed as you grasp at the bedsheets white-knuckled. He knows he won’t be able to last much longer, you looking as good as you do, feeling as good as you do clenching around his cock. He knows you are also close, the way your body twitches beneath him shows that much.

“Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Let me have it.” He slams harder into you, moving his thumb down to toy with your clit, revelling in the way your moans have pitched up. It’s not long before you’re milking him dry, silent moans leave your agape jaw as coaxes out your squirt. Your orgasm coats him, soaking the bed sheets beneath you as he growls at the pulse of your cunt. 

His thrusts begin to falter as his own release approaches, One.. Two.. Three more thrusts and he's spilling his hot, sticky seed inside of you, painting your walls white as he drains himself into you. He groans with each pulse of his cock, gripping at your waist, thighs, hip dips to ground himself. He collapses on you with a deep breath, fully spent and pussydrunk. He plants kisses all along your face and chest, pulling you close to him. 

“My gorgeous girl, look so damn perfect, did so good f’me.” Frank whispers as he wraps his hand around the side of your head, pulling you back to look at him. “My pretty girl.”

“Your pretty girl, Frankie. All yours.”

──── ୨୧ ────

a/n: this was veryy self indulgent so i hope thats ok!!

my inbox is open!

[gaywineauntsstuff]

found this reverse robin au, where like dick not being adopted first changes everything like there was no robin, tim cass and jason were never adopted ( dw cass still has babs) and like birds of prey exist but they don’t work with batman idk if i am explaining myself right here but it is just so good and like i genuinely think it would go down like this in a reverse robin au

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63476209

This was the best reverse robin AU that doesn’t exist in my head

THE ACCURACY!!!

The way that the BATKIDS find ways to do/be good outside of the bat even in shit situations

(Ahhh Jason how you will eternally doomed to exist on the spectrum of gray)

AND DICK AND DAMIANS RELATIONSHIP AND HOW GREY EVERYTHING IS BC WELL??? The LIGHT IN BEUCE WYANES LIFE ISNT THERE YET???

Also dick having an instant connection with Batman vs ‘weird adult I hope he’s not a creep’ and it’s billionaire playboy philanthropist Bruce Wayne. Like bro can just sense that something’s not right with that one??

Also this ties into my lil internal AU. That I will gladly share.

I like the idea that things just inexplicably lighten around dick Grayson. Bc I was looking for a reason in canon that would explain the silly goofy dick and Bruce Batman Robin adventures vs the current dark angsty shit. Bc in canon going ‘it’s been 80 years and media has changed’ doesn’t really work.

So I like the idea that even monsters take one look at Dixk Grayson and decide that yeah even they can’t fuck that up and good men who lose their way look at him and go ‘oh I was absolutely heading the wrong direction lemme just turn myself around and head back on track thank ya kindly’ ya know?

Also every wasn’t at the circus but they all met dick Grayson bro really said ‘multiversal constant’

Anyway this was phenomenal thank you my dear anon for the rec.

Everyone should read this? I will be following the author on all platforms 10/10 you should write the new Batman comics bc you get Bruce and dick better than the current ones do

[a-man-in-the-crowd]

finally got around to drawing some hunger games au shit here ya go

[yapping below]

i had a good time trying to draw annabel's hair. she doesn't have rag curls, but she still has curls! still tryna figure out exactly how i want her dresses to look but yk i'm working on it.

i was thinking of what characters would have as their district token, and i settled on a pearl necklace for annabel. me personally wouldn't wear a necklace to an arena where everyone's trying to kill you (i say like i wasn't the one who made her make this decision) but. to each their own. 🤷‍♂️

speaking of the arena, i went with something pretty plain. the arena in my head so far is kinda supposed to be a mish-mash of past arenas in-universe, and it's basically referencing the hedge maze, so i wanted the arena wear to be decently versatile.

eula's reaping outfit is pretty similar to her death outfit in the comic minus the jacket, and will's? uh. idk i was just like 'patched up t-shirt' and rolled with it.

oh yeah and the little look will is giving eulaaa. i don't wanna say exactly what's going on in his little head just but AGH i love the angst of them being the only people who ever tolerated or noticed the other and being put into a killing game, forced to spend the next few weeks knowing at least one of them is going to die. eula genuinely sees will as a friend, even in the arena she clings onto the idea that he'll join their little group. no one really believes in either of their chances of survival. eula might not realize (or is choosing to ignore it), but will? he knows very well. at some point in the first book peeta mentions his mom genuinely didn't believe he was going to win — i don't doubt something similar happened to will.

on a lighter note, imagine thirteen siblings and two parents squeezing themselves in a room trying to say their final goodbyes to will in the span of like five minutes. more probably, they took turns but... just imagine

[thelemonsgod]

A Shadow in the Dark

This comic is based off my tf animated x tf Cyberverse crossover!! I put dialogue on the bottom of the pages bc they can be small to read and also has better spelling and grammar then the page it self :p Hope you enjoy it!

Sari : Bumblebee! Look at this! What do you think it is?

Bumblebee : Isn’t that the umm Chupe-cara creature?

Sari : It’s Chupa-cabra, and no it isn’t. Chupacabras aren’t THAT big.

Prowl : Is this “Chupar-Carba” another of those make-up monsters?

Sari : Chupacabras are real… I think. But they are mostly in South America.

Sari :I think…

Sari : But this here isn’t a Chupacabra. It’s just down town, maybe we could check it out?

Prowl : Umm I think you should return Fanzone’s phone. Also how do you know this is real?

Sari : Umm I’m sure there’s more stuff on this shadow creature.

Sari : Woah! There’s a lot on this shadow!

Prowl : Really?

Sari: And these posts are all from downtown.

Prowl : Well it’s a bit concerning that this shadow is always hiding.

Bumblebee : Creature’s giving me the creeps.

Prowl : Maybe it’s safe if we check downtown just to make sure this creature does no harm.

Later…

Ratchet : This better be worth the drive.

Bumblebee : Well it was said on those posts that the thing was going through trash, and maybe one day it’ll go into a building.

Bulkhead : What if it’s just someone who’s pulling a big prank.

Optimus : I hope it is. I wouldn’t want to destroy more of the city while chasing this “shadow”.

Sari : Eeekk!!

Sari : Wooah!!! Shadow Monster!!!

Hot Rod : Woah-woah! Calm down! I’m not here to hurt anyone!

Prowl : Then why hide in the shadows?

Hot Rod : Umm well, it’s just umm well I don’t want to bring attention on to myself!

Hot Rod: A-also! If I had known other autobots were here I would not have been hiding around!

Ratchet : What do you mean “Other autobots”?

Was able to fit in a bit more dialogue in the page.

Hot Rod : Ahh! Well…

Hot Rod : I’m an Autobot!

Repair crew + Sari : An Autobot!!

Hot Rod : Umm… Yeah! Been on this planet for umm quite a while… You guys a rescue team?

Optimus : Umm, no. We’re a repair crew. But we’re happy to help!

Hot Rod : A repair crew?!

Hot Rod : What does a repair crew need a battle axe for?

Hot Rod : Hold on… This planet isn’t a cybertron colonie. Why are you guys here?

Ratchet : You sure are a curious bot

Hot Rod : I mean can you blame me? I haven’t seen other autobots in … years, I think.

Sari : Hold on.. If you been on earth for years, how come we’re just finding about you?

Hot Rod : Well, I had just came into the city. Been kinda adventuring this planet a bit.

Sari : Woah! You’re been around the world!?!

Hot Rod : Not ALL over but a good amount.

Bumblebee : Woah! So you’ve been out of Detroit? You’ve seen cool races out there?! There aren’t many here.

Optimus : We can all talk at base, Sari needs to rest soon.

Sari : Awwe do I really have to?

Optimus : Yes, you know humans need rest.

Prowl : oh! We should probably introduce ourselves. I’m Prowl

Am not typing their names, the whole repair crew + Sari say their names.

Hot Rod : Well! How great to meet you all!

Hot Rod : (Should I say my name? Do they know me?? I’m just do it. I’ll explain to Deadend later.)

Hot Rod : … I’m Hot Rod.

Sari : We’ll, it’s nice to meet you Hot Rod! Glad you’re not a creepy monster or decepticon!

Hot Rod : Ohh!! Right, decepticons! Now I get why you have the axe.

Ratchet :… Most have more of a reaction to hearing cons.

Prowl : You’re… Not shocked?

Hot Rod : I mean, we’ve been fighting cons for years. Why would I be shocked?

Repair crew : …

Optimus : You think we’re still at war?

Hot Rod : Are-are we not?

Ratchet : How long have you been on this planet?

Hot Rod : Umm who’s that behind ya?

Optimus : Captain Fanzone!

Sari : Hey, where’s Hot Rod

This was longer than my last tfa x tfcv and wayy more dialogue T-T but it was quite fun to do!! I sadly got lazy towards the end, I wanted to draw more but, am kinda drawing the end of my sketchbook and idk when I will go out to buy a new one T-T also didn’t want to actually do more.

But the repair crew meet Hot Rod!! Yippee!! I thought they would have find out about him through the internet but then I realized that Sari does not have a phone so I used Fanzone’s. Idk I thought she did have a phone TxT Sorry I only gave Bulkhead one line of dialogue </3 I didn’t know where else to put him </3 also I knew I wanted this comic to end with Hot Rod but didn’t know how until I remembered that Sari has Fanzone phone and it would be after curfew so he be around.

The moment Hot Rod dipped he immediately went to Deadend everything. Deadend, who knew he would get caught one way or another, calls him an idiot and lucky that they don’t know or even have a Hot Rod. Idk if I said this b4 but Deadend is a bit paranoid over others finding their from another. So it’s him and Hot Rod against the universe, for now. But I do believe his paranoia is from his universe being gone and other the Quintessons were, as they were out of universe species, technically, so he’s scared that the people of other universes would want to try and hurt them two for knowledge or for science. And he doesn’t trust cons or bots so he decided that they both be quite from not being from this world.

[breadandblankets]

what if because of future vision and how Duke processes light he has like elf eyes for space

when Duke looks up at the night sky he doesn't see what anyone else sees, the glowing ghosts of stars long since dead hidden amongst the living, he sees the stars as they are Right Now

[star-lights-up]

If the first class characters were in the office

[helgiafterdark]

my werewolf husbands <3

[enterstellars]

guys i cannot wait to move

[yooniesim]

Yall don't gotta argue with dumb ppl on my behalf- some ppl are just straight up stupid and you can't change that, you're not gonna get anywhere. You can give them all the proof and argue all the logic but it just doesn't matter to them. It's just a waste of your time to try sadly. Especially if they're bigoted, they'll just double down on everything they said bc they think they have a right to be that way to those they don't like. They can rb all the "black fears matter" type of posts they want until all of a sudden they find one of us that speaks up a lil too much for their tastes. Especially if u bring up one of their friends being bigoted or otherwise awful. Then it's suddenly ok to tell u to kill yourself, that you're crazy/mentally unwell etc etc. And they'll swear by their right to do so. The only thing u can do about weirdos like that is to let them run their mouths and block them- they'll make themselves look bad on their own, you don't gotta do it for them. Like I know i waste my time but yall don't gotta waste yours lol. Just leave em be, they're truly not anybody important anyways.

[ruelpsen]

me w/ my fave

[em-b-sides]

I think about that tiktok trend where you like paint your partners eye color on your nails or make a bracelet or something with the color a lot actually

[manchesterau]

thinking about the 3 hour cut of hometown showdown where they had deeper conversations of where they grew up but youtube fucking sucks