#if i did all 3

[grecianheart]

Smurch Prompt: Day 19

flirting | inappropriate | "is that a threat or a promise?"

@staroftheendless my very late submission for today's prompt.

Dream had become very good about dragging himself away from his work to spend time with Hob. It took a few difficult, frustrating conversations, but they were worth it. Because now he got to see his lovely husband almost every day, even only for a few hours, and he couldn’t be happier with their relationship. Unfortunately he didn’t consider the potential consequences it would have on his own work. So when he felt the weight in the air that meant the King of Dreams was paying him a visit, Hob raised his head to where Dream lounged on his office couch, took one look at the mischievous glint in his eyes and groaned.

“No, absolutely not. Not today.” Dream draped his arm over his own chest and beckoned Hob closer with one elegant finger.

“No, I have papers to mark, a class in less than an hour, and-”

“I assure you, it will be quick,” Dream crooned. He rolled onto his front in one smooth, sinuous motion. Hob’s breath audibly hitched as he watched the long lines of his lover’s body move. Dream, with his head now propped up on his hands, fixed Hob with smouldering look. “You know well I can be quick.”

“That’s what you said the last time.” Unfortunately, his resolve had wavered, and Dream knew it too, giving one of those tiny smug smiles he had when he knew he would get his way. “And this is hardly the place, anyone could walk in here at any moment. It’s unprofessional and inappropriate.”

“It was unprofessional and inappropriate last week too, but that did not seem to deter you from laying me out on your desk and filling me with your ardour.” Hob shivered lightly at the longing in Dream’s voice. He watched with slightly heavier breathing as Dream got to his feet, walking soundlessly towards him. His head tipped back to maintain eye contact with Dream ad he rounded his desk and stood over him in his office chair. “It was inappropriate and unprofessional the week before too, when you stripped bare and begged and pleaded for the honour of pleasing me with your mouth and for me to take you afterwards. Right here on your office floor.”

“Yes, well, it wasn’t a week before finals last week,” Hob grumbled. “You know, I’m beginning to think you only want me for my body…” He ended on a low exhale when Dream trailed his cool fingers across his neck.

“Oh?” Dream pulled his chair to face him and slowly sunk to his knees, looking every bit the entitled King even with his face in Hob’s lap and his hands working at his fly.

“Yes, oh. Because now you’re finally making time in your busy schedule for me,” Hob gasped when his cock was exposed to the cool air, and buried one of his hands in Dream’s feather-soft locks. “And all you want to do is fuck and disrupt my job.”

“Is this not what you wished for, dear husband?” Dream spoke directly over his groin, and Hob’s hips bucked at the feeling of his breath on his heated skin. “Do you wish to see me less? Do you want me to leave now?” And he made the motions of getting up and stepping back, only to be yanked back to Hob’s face. He looked at his husband passively, only the tightness around his mouth betrayed his restrained mirth.

Hob groaned helplessly and joined his lips to those of the beautiful entity in his grasp. “I hate you, you frustrating creature." He mumbled against his jaw as Dream folded his knees to sit on Hob's lap. "I really do.” Dream perched elegantly on him, pressed his chest to Hob's, rocking against Hob’s exposed prick and placing wet kisses all over his face and neck. “I should - ah - retaliate,” he rasped as he gripped Dream’s hips. “I should fall asleep whenever I can and disturb your work, see how you like it.”

Dream waved a hand and his own clothes fell away, letting Hob feed his eyes on smooth white skin and corded muscle. Another rock from his hips drew Hob’s eyes to his petal-pink cock, pressed between both their stomachs. Dream dropped a kiss right on the tip of his nose. His face was soft with amusement and fondness. “Is that a threat or a promise, my Gadling?” and Hob felt the warmth in his chest he always felt when Dream called him that, when he acknowledged him as his companion, his partner, worthy of his attention and affection and to be by his side.

“I don’t know, let’s finish this up and I’ll think it over. My class is in 30 minutes.” And he pulled Dream’s smiling face down to his to kiss him again.

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[hinamie]

mentor

[grantwilson]

we are discussing our childhood passions on the dash tonight

[kensatou]

the energy i'm bringing to linkedin | MY LADY JANE (2024)

[shotmrmiller]

sex pollen trope where you're the one affected, having been exposed to some dense gas while on an op that felt like harsh sandpaper across your throat and lungs, and now you're a feverish mess on some ratty cot in a safe house and with only ghost as company, it's miserable, as the saying goes.

hair sticking to your sweaty skin, plastered onto your forehead and neck, every swallow feeling like you've got a mouthful of sand, your fluttering pulse wild and deafening in your ears, and the throbbing ache deep in your core, the blistering heat right below your navel— it'd only been uncomfortable in the beginning, the faint throbbing incredibly familiar, but the more you ignored it, the worse it got.

and now you're here, with arousal sticking your underwear to your pussy, unable to do anything about it because your lieutenant is seated in a corner that lets him have both you and the front door within his line of sight. a quick, discreet rub under your clothes is not an option.

someone put you out of your foggy misery.

"squirmin' like a worm on a 'ook isn't gonna help." his staring doesn't either, yet he does it anyway.

"got to make sure ya aren't dyin' on me." you want to snap that you don't think proof of life is on the darkened stain between your legs, the retort pressed behind clenched teeth but another thick wave of bestial need rolls over you and god, you're about to shove your hand into your underwear, propriety be damned—

"best you don't do tha'." why the fuck not? "you'll only get relief for a moment 'fore it comes back twofold." he says as if he's reading off the morning paper and not watching you fight tooth and nail to not fuck yourself against the pillow your head is on. (soap's offer to be friends with benefits is only looking better by the hour.)

you hastily decide that it'll be better than nothing. you'll just have to rub your pussy raw until this drug runs its course and you're telling him to piss off or don't, but you've had enough. you're stuck here with him anyway, no flight home until the morn and you're not about to spend it writhing around.

"if tha's wha' you want," ghost bites his gloves off, spitting them out onto the ground before curling his hands around your ankles and dragging you toward him. "i will help." your entire world narrows down to the feel of him touching your skin, his fingers searing as they hook into the waistband of your pants, and you almost kick him in the mouth trying to get them off faster.

"but 'm not fuckin' you." the bite of disappointment is quickly forgotten, his breath warm against your slick pussy, and after three quick glides of his tongue over your pearl, your orgasm crests, pulse after pulse of pleasure so potent it stung.

in less than a minute you're burning again, need thrumming through you and with the heady push and drag of his middle finger over your sensitive nerves, curling in you until he can fit two, three—

you're lost.

(ghost telling you that he's not doing anything else because if he's going to fuck you then you're going to remember it falls on ringing ears.)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[wulfhalls]

corrupted godhood. reluctant false messiah. prophecy as a creeping all consuming malady. does the oracle see the future or make the future? the horror of trapping yourself inescapably on purpose. the chains of destiny dragging you towards the path you are fighting tooth and nail to free yourself from. there never having been a chance to begin with. no other choice to make. but making that choice regardless.

[brainrotcharacters]

What the fuck did Logan think of Wade outwardly? This motherfucker in red spandex carrying an arsenal of wicked looking weapons, weapons that he knows how to use (if that first round in the Void was any indication), just put a gun to his head. Oh, so he doesn't know bullets don't work on the Wolverine. He doesn't know Logan already tried to shoot himself.

And then Logan realizes Wade is a blabbermouth. Oh, that's annoying. I'm going to stab him in the balls.

Which... Logan? Seriously? Damn ok.

And then Logan realizes Wade regenerates. Oh. Oh, fuck.

And then ✨the Honda ✨ wherein as it turns out, Wade not only knows how to use his guns and his blades, but he also knows how to move his body in a fight. In a fight within a limited space. Logan explicitly directly deals damage against Wade again and again in that Honda, and Wade just rolls his neck and gestures for him to come back here, motherfucker. Do it again.

And then Logan realizes. Oh. Oh, let's fucking go.

[pokimoko]

Asexual bird? Please

How about two asexual birds?

[anbaisai]

Boop!

(Part 2)

[klaunee]

I drew this over a year ago but I guess now is the time to post it.

[vinestaff]

sighs. another guy in my brain i guess

[hinamie]

sry i have chronic only draws megumi disorder the doctor said it's terminal :/

[chloesimaginationthings]

Phone dude caused an Afton family reunion in FNAF 3,,

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded mfer happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.