#it’s a primal need

[wistfxlwishes]

sleepy morning <3

sorry to anybody on my blog from the reki and/or langa art you will be bombarded with chiluc the majority if the time

[thatsmolmusicnerd]

The last hour aka cellbit infodumping his cool cult book and making it canon in the Qsmp

Also Q!cellbit has tattoos???? 👀👀👀

Fanartist pls I am desperate for Qcellbit and lil apprentice dapper fanart

[lad-boyo]

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[xpupslxtx]

feral play is so fucking fun god i love fighting for dominance and rolling on top of each other and pinning each other down and biting and shoving thighs against cocks and spitting insults and being overpowered and trying not to cum first and wrapping your hand around their throat just for them to immediately do the same and growling and panting and just fucking losing yourself in each other until you’re both dripping sweat and cum

[wingscription]

feral dogtops in muzzles. feral dogtops snarling and growling as they rut into you harder and faster, nearly bruising your cervix because they're so frustrated they can't bite you as they fuck you into oblivion. feral dogtops pressing the muzzle into your neck because it's the closest they can get to having their mouth on your skin.

muzzled feral dogtops.

[time-woods]

I FOUND MORE

[alaydbug]

lou and siobhan enjoyed being baron WAY too much they were giggling and kicking their fucking feetsies the whole time.

[bleghhhhhh03]

cis boy that moans like a pretty girl vs t-boy that grunts like a burly man.

(you don’t have to choose) (they are having gay sex) (it’s me I’m the t-boy) (I’m stretching him out like the desperate mutt he is)

[fleurbies]

category is: your camera roll if you were dating harry

[scribz-ag24]

more darkrai things.

in the third image darkrai isnr amnesiac btw he wants grovyle dead and has to step in bc dusknoir has failed too many goddamn times by now

[queenlucythevaliant]

clean your sword

i. Peter had thought many times about dying for his brother, killing for his sisters, as all oldest children do.

ii. He'd imagined it a hundred times: how if his mother and father were ever killed, he'd get some low-skill job and make sure Lucy's clothes still fit her as she grew. How he'd make fists and fight dirty if Susan was ever threatened. What he'd do if Edmund ever had to flee the country on a dark, windswept night.

iii. Yet when he heard Susan's horn that day, he still froze. Only for an instant, he thought, "this can't be my job, right?"

iv. The blood on his sword shone red when it was all over. When he wiped it on the grass, the stain it left was almost black.

v. They'd put Susan in his arms when he was two years old. Peter didn't remember it, but he knew he'd been waiting for her till then. He wasn't a real person until he was a brother.

vi. And when they walked back to the pavilion, Rhindon bumping Peter's hip, all he could say to his sisters was, "I'm sorry I didn't come faster."

vii. The High King was almost obsessive in the way he cared for Rhindon. When he grew older and required weapons larger than those made for a child, he obsessed over them too.

viii. He told the others, in no uncertain terms, that if it ever came to it in battle, they were to leave him and live. As their brother and high king, he commanded it.

ix. The first time Edmund risked himself for Peter's sake, Peter didn't speak to him for a week.

x. He was oiling his sword when Edmund found him. "See, the thing is, Peter, being brothers goes both ways. If you can love me enough to die for me, than I get to love you just the same."

xi. Peter agreed with him then, to avoid the argument. He was sick of not talking to his brother. Yet privately, he knew that Edmund was wrong. That sacrifice was Peter's special prerogative, as the first-born.

xii. Back in England, his mother noticed that Peter had become more fastidious. She didn't notice that his protective streak has grown - and maybe it hadn't, really.

xiii. It was uncanny, how Peter would always show up just when his siblings needed him. He'd round a corner, and there was Lucy stamping her feet and scowling at a bully. There was Susan, crying, and now his knuckles were bloody.

xiv. He cleaned the blood off in the sink so carefully. The water ran red for a second, and it almost seemed black.

xv. When Caspian asked for the High King's advice, looking so very young, Peter jerked his chin towards the sword a Caspian's hip. "Be ready to use that," he said. "Keep it clean, and close."

xvi. Susan forgot Narnia and she forgot Aslan. Yet selfishly, Peter still hoped that she would never forget how quickly he came when she called.

[bunclebee]

You know what, I actually meant to draw Cheetor in a barista apron, because i drew Rodimus in a barista apron (not depicted here), but then I realized that his cheetah head is in the way, and so I just drew Cheetor x 2, lookin real friendly. Should I just draw a longer apron that would fit under the cheetah head? Should I give the cheetah a little maid cap? Wait why a maid cap, I’m not drawing him as a maid. Nevermind I think I answered my question.

[cainternn]

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[cemeterydolll]

oh look it’s biting and sucking on each others necks o’clock

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x03 - Bye

[d1nkyjatv]

Peircing - D.Winchester x f!Reader

Summary: Dean discovers y/n has some peircings

Authors Note: I wrote this a while ago

Warnings: Smut, fingering, nipple sucking, peircings (I think that's it, please let me know if there's more)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x f!Reader

“Dean, I- why does it matter if I keep my shirt on during sex? You only need access to my pussy, and you get that” I mumbled as Dean asked me again why I refused to take off my shirt off during sex.

“Uh, because boobs are the best and I love you” He scoffed, pulling me against his chest so my back pressed against him.

“Well, in the past I’ve had a few…bad reactions” I mumbled, looking to the ground.

He turned me around in one swift motion, his hands gripping my hips as he trapped me between him and the counter.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” His eyes darkened.

“Like, guys didn’t exactly like them… they want pure little things” I mumbled, not wanting to say it.

A look of confusion crossed his features. He didn’t know that as soon as I was old enough I got my nipples pierced and every guy I’d been with since had thought I was pure until they saw my little accessories. I’d start leaving my bra or shirt on during sex having grown ashamed of them, but a part of me still liked them and refused to take them out unless they needed to be cleaned or to switch the jewellery.

“Baby, I promise I’ve seen it all. Yours are perfect, I just know it” He said reassuringly, one hand snaking up my side to cup my boob but I stopped him.

“Dean- I’ve been broken up with over this,” I said.

“Well, clearly those guys don’t know what they lost. I promise I won't leave you over your boobs baby. I love boobs, please show me” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss under my jaw.

“Fine but you say one bad thing and I’m gone” I said sternly.

“Show me"

I slowly lifted my shirt over my head, my breasts now exposed. Dean’s eyes widened in shock as he saw the little metal balls on the sides of my nipples.

“That’s the problem in your relationships?” He mumbled, cupping my right breast and running circles with his thumb over my pierced nipple.

“Yes,” I sucked in a breath as I felt my nipples harden under his touch.

He flicked his gaze to my eyes and licked his lips, looking at my boobs again then my eyes with a pleading look. I nodded slowly, knowing what he wanted to do. He lifted me and sat me on the counter in one swift motion and his mouth was immediately attached to my nipple, swirling around the nipple and piercing with his tongue while his hand toyed with my other free nipple. My back arched into his touch as my head slowly fell back, my hands tangling in his short hair.

“Dean” I mumbled as a shaky breath escaped my lips.

“Mmm” He hummed against my chest, pulling away and moving to the other nipple.

“Fuck-” I whispered.

“You’re so sexy baby” He mumbled against my chest, trailing kisses over my chest.

His free hand dipped into my pants, feeling me through my panties, a soft moan escaping my lips. He slowly pushed my panties to the side as he sunk a single finger inside of me. My head fell and rested on his shoulder, his mouth still attached to my nipple, as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of me, his thumb resting on my clit and rubbing slow circles over it sending shivers up my spine.

“Fuck Dean- Just like that” I moaned, biting his shoulder softly as he curled his finger hitting my g-spot.

I could feel the knot building and slowly tightening. Closer and closer but not close enough.

He added a second finger, stretching me out, circling my clit and curling into my G-spot. The coil tightened into a tight not.

“Fuck- God Dean- I’m close- I’m gonna-” I bit down on his shoulder again as I clenched down in his fingers and came all over them.

He slowly pumped his fingers, helping me down from my high and pulling away from my nipples.

“Your shirt is coming off during sex from now on” He mumbled before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

Thank you @jasvtsc for the free seperaters ❤️