#just frothing at the mouth over here

[full-time-femboy]

He blushes such a cute shade of blue 💙🩵

I love drawing him so mucchhh

Reblogs appreciated 💜

Close ups under cut, for your viewing pleasure <3

[andromeda3116]

look, i know everyone said that the new interview with the vampire show was incredible but holy shit i was not prepared for how incredible this show is

like, not only is louis interesting now, he is incredibly compelling! his once-bland internal dilemma is now given actual weight because it's not just the same old Thou Shalt Not Kill But I Am Hungry story, it's tempered through his righteous fury at how black people have been treated all these years, how many people have wronged him and laughed and expected him to laugh along, how his ties to the community that once saved him are now turning to nooses around his throat, how his family that he once provided for and relied on have now come to fear him

that, combined with his explicit homosexuality, and with lestat being the only one who seemed to accept him and love him for all that he is, and how that is both comforting and incredibly toxic and combined with sam reid's insane charisma and mania and gravity as lestat that make it completely understandable why louis would still be drawn to him in spite of everything

and how they've used the changes from the original to this one to examine how memory shifts regarding someone who was so intense and formative in your life even if they were ultimately so controlling and abusive but still left such huge gouges in your personality like knives

like

fuck

this is the best-written show i have seen in a long time like this is top-tier writing holy shit

[feroluce]

NO OK BUT I'M STILL NOT OVER BOOTHILL AND DAN HENG AND THE JADE ABACUS IN ENA'S DREAM!!!!!

For some extra context, I have a whole henghill manifesto I wrote over here, but the tl;dr is that Dan Heng decides to use the Jade Abacus of Allying Oath to save the Express Crew the first time. Boothill urges him to think it over carefully, but he doesn't stop him. And then, the second time Dan Heng decides to use it, we get this instead:

And just! That's so!! so!!!

Because like. We see in the first battle against Sunday that that Jade Abacus is effective, like we really do just get an entire army lead by a whole-ass Emanator of The Hunt right to our location and ready to fuck shit up. It's important. It's incredibly valuable. That is a huge amount of power to hold in the palm of one's hand.

But Tiernan's relic works the same way.

Galaxy Rangers are terribly dangerous. Boothill comments on this when discussing Acheron's motives, because he can't believe anyone would be stupid enough to get The Hunt on their asses. They're considered to be on a level even above The Annihilation Gang.

And now, with the burial relic, he has a way to get thousands of them, almost immediately, and all in one place.

And you can't tell me that wouldn't be something extremely useful to Boothill, like literally life-saving. He's wanted by the IPC. He makes his living as a bounty hunter. His whole driving motivation in life right now is to do whatever he can, up to and including throwing away his own human body, to ruthlessly hunt down one man and kill him in revenge. Like that has to be dangerous, the IPC is a massive entity with far-reaching influence and money and power and weaponry. He surely must have already had some close calls.

Like can you imagine it? Galaxy Rangers are solitary creatures. If Boothill were to find himself near death, he would probably be all alone. Do you think he had regrets? Did he wonder if anyone would find his own burial relic? Did it feel the same way it did when they melted his flesh, replaced it with metal? Did he lay there with his vision slowly blacking out until he thought of home, and family, and the little daughter who he never even got to hear her first word, until he was so full of fury that he could prop himself up on his rage like a crutch and find help?

Tiernan's relic would have been like a get-out-of-jail-free card. Just for one time, no matter where Boothill was, someone would find him. The Galaxy Rangers aren't sociable or organized between themselves, but they help their own. Someone would save him.

He chooses to give all of that up to help Dan Heng.

And I just cannot get over it, especially the wording of it, the pause before he speaks, the gentle way he tells him to hold onto his once-in-a-lifetime treasure...!! He wants Dan Heng to leave this to him! He wants him to keep this precious item that will help him save his companions again in the future! And maybe it's just...wishful thinking, me reading too much into it? But I mean. Just the way he says it...

I really do think it comes from a place of deep kinship and respect. That there's a lot of thought and feeling behind that statement. Something from one Pathstrider of The Hunt to another. Boothill fought for his home and his family, he fought really really hard! But. Sometimes that just doesn't matter. And now he's watching Dan Heng fight for his, too.

When he made that decision the first time, Dan Heng was in the parlor car of the Astral Express. He was completely removed from any danger. He could have chosen to get the hell out of Dodge and not look back. Obviously we know he would never even consider such a thing, but it was technically an option, and Boothill watched him decide to go back into the proverbial lion's den for his friends anyway. And I'm sure that was part of what sealed his decision, to later use Tiernan's relic instead of the Jade Abacus to summon enough people to disrupt Ena's Dream. Because he greatly values ideas like righteousness and justice and saving people, and Dan Heng so beautifully embodies all of that and then some.

Boothill doesn't have people to protect anymore, only ghosts to avenge.

And there is just something so endlessly endearing about him wanting to help Dan Heng, to make sure his friend doesn't go through that the way he did.

[skeletonlover69]

like real people do by hozier

[phaedraismyusername]

Constantly trying to remind myself that I am too grown to be arguing with idiots on the Internet about The Witcher games

[dennisboobs]

most annoying thing about being me is that i cannot engage with like. any fanon shit about dennis because i'm constantly on some advanced derangement and the stuff i thought two years ago when i was first getting comfy in the fandom is still the way everyone else looks at dennis but i'm like. yes but its Worse than this. you're like a quarter of the way there. this isn't the interesting bit, this is a symptom of it, keep going.

[nobodybetterlookatme]

All I’m hearing is he payed for your dinner and held your hand 🙃😊

AHSKAKDKALAL it's not that serious tho 😭😭

[cyb3r-mutt]

Umm holy shit that audio is so hot lol I’m frothing at the mouth rn oml. You sound like you’d be insane to fuck and suck off 😳😳

Asdfgjjkkl help 🫣🫣🫣 thank youuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! I’m blushing oml :3 getting hyped up like this is going to my head fr

[piratefalls]

i want to click on all of the filtered red white and royal blue posts so bad and at the same time i'm glad all the people i follow tag shit so i can scroll safely.

[mamaswildchild]

augh writing is hard

[tojisun]

john price and omegaverse and marking and how he thinks he's too old for it; that he's missed the opportunity, the timing, what with his duties and loyalties. and now that he's retired, he's tired and weary for a bond. he has nothing else to give a mate; no desire for a family or to start a pack because he's already got his own - the boys are his, no matter wherever they are, scattered by the years that crawled by - but.

finding you threw a wrench in his plans; ruining the quiet life he's envisioned, cycling through his rut with tentative partners and partial commitments. of a life, banal but one that he had so wanted during his prime years when he was there, cupped hands full of blood. of decay.

but you.

oh how sweet you are.

beautiful as you mewl, tears and hiccups just much more endearing as you wriggle underneath him, trapped between the bed and his bulk. the pleasure exceeds everything he's already experienced, turning him over - a new leaf, a new season. unchartered desires cross the roof of his mouth, building. the froth is thick, clogging his throat.

your neck is bare. unmarked. ripe for the taking.

john's gums ache, pulsing. saliva trickles, viscous as they bathe his teeth - poisoned fangs poised for a strike. he bows forward, pitching close, his nose brushing over the sweaty strands of your hair, only-

"n'yet," you hiccup, a sad little thing, and john agrees.

not yet.

there is so much more to be done, so much more he needs to prove to you; in the courting, the bonding, even with your heat.

but the hunger has reached its peak, ready for the strike, and john presses back against his skull, fighting against instinct-

blood bursts in his jowls, slipping down his tongue and into his throat. it closes up at the familiar tang - john had covered your nape with the back of his arm and sunk his teeth into his own skin.

this will leave a mark. a proof of his devotion. a show of his restraint.

his omega purrs, pleased, and john feels elated; so drunken by the scent of your happiness that his bones feel liquified, like ample jellies have replaced the marrows.

the copper in his throat is drying by the time he pulls out and turns you so you could meet his gaze. your eyes are puffy with tears but you draw him close for a kiss anyway, your tender tongue lapping at the corner of his lips, tasting himself.

you hum in delight, and john rumbles, nuzzling into the soft press of your neck.

he kisses at a tender spot.

"here," he murmurs as he breathes you in. "i'll sink it here."

"yes," you gasp out, voice breathless. "yes, please."

[accidental-apocalypse]

Protocol is actually just us Magnus Archives fans rapidly descending into s2-Jon-levels of paranoia. Granted, just like s2 Jon, we have reason to be paranoid, but it's still hilarious to see us all collectively scaling the walls of our enclosure while frothing at the mouth over our theories.

Jonny and Alex are playing us like a cheap harmonica and I'm so here for it

[ex0rin]

no editing, no fucking nothing but oh my goddddd this screencap is making me lose my whole goddamn mind:

[yoitsjay]

[Frothing at the mouth, fiending, biting]

Brought by the pegging headcanons, and my GOD did you deliver.

Your writing brings all thw sluts to the yard and as a Certified Whore, I'm here to request a kinky! af reader.

[It is not a carnal want, it is a Divine NEED to see these men get OBLITERATED]

Toodles!

~😈 anon

I gotcha hon, order up!

Batfam with a kinky! Reader

Warnings: overstimulation, edging, use of toys, bondage, face sitting, (slight) suffocation.

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Bruce Wayne:

You and Bruce had been together for long enough now to where you had reached the point in your relationship where he was willing to try new things.

One of those things just happened to be letting you take some control in the bedroom.

You started slow with him, obviously you didn't want to scare him off with your freakish nature, which he had seen some of more on one occasion when he's railing into your pussy so hard he broke your bed frame and box spring- or when you’re choking and slobbering all over his cock and end up cumming without touching yourself-

But when he finally convinced you to let go, you did.

Now you were on your knees in front of him, stroking his cock slowly, occasionally squeezing at the base to watch him jolt in surprise and let out a frustrated groan. He was sweating, on the verge of breaking because you had denied him an orgasm twice.

“Please sweet girl-”

“Just one more time Brucie, please?”

You edged him only one more time, before finally letting him cum… but as he did, you didn't stop moving your hand, and his moans went from guttural, to higher pitched, almost sounding as light cries while you refused to pull your hand away from his twitching, red cock.

“Cum for me big guy, three times, to make up for the denial. You can do that for me right?"

And god he tried, he let you work him like bread dough as he twitched and jolded and cried out desperately for you to stop, but to keep going at the same time.

When you were done, you hadn't made yourself feel good, which he clocked as you were gently cleaning the sweat and cum off his body.

“You didn't-”

“It's okay Bruce, I still had fun.”

“No- no no let me- let me make you feel good baby, please.”

And who were you to deny Bruce Wayne?

You couldn't, definitely not with how you tortured the poor guy.

Dick Grayson:

It was spontaneous. You were riding him and like always he was grossly absorbed in the way your tits (or cock) bounced as you rode him.

But suddenly he couldn't move his hands, or touch you, and just as he was about to cum you stopped, and pulled off of him all together. “Wait!” He cried out immediately, struggling against the ropes as he looked over at you with a betrayed expression across his face.

You haven't even said a word and he was begging, tears welling up in his eyes as he bucked his hips up into the air. “nonono baby please not right now, don't do this to me now- I’ve been so good!” He whimpered out, then moaned like a bloody porn star when you finally touched him again, and began stroking his throbbing cock.

He was close.

And you pulled away again.

Dick sobbed, loudly, whining like a toddler who wasn't getting his way… which was true.

He was writhing on the bed, trying to fight the restraints on his hands. “Dick you know the safeword-”

“NO!” He practically shouted with tears in his eyes, looking over at you. “Dont stop-” he whimpered

You just smiled, walking over to him as you cupped his face and kissed him softly, seating yourself back on top of his delicious cock, biting at his bottom lip as he moaned out loudly.

“I wanna see you break that rope Dickie. I wont stop the edging until you do”

Yeah, he broke that rope pretty fast.

Jason Todd:

The rope had been something agreed upon before starting.

Jason laid beneath you, hands ties to the bedposts as you were seated on his face, one hand braced on the wall while the other gripped the bed frame as you rocked your hips against his tongue, moaning as he dove his tongue inside you, and lapped at you like a starved animal, even while restrained, his tongue still worked magic on the areas that needed it most.

Then he felt your thighs squeeze around his head, and your pussy was slotted over his nose and mouth, and you stayed there, grinding down against his tongue, but not moving up, or further down to give him space to breathe.

Again, this had been something you talked about with him. When you rode his face he would always end up pulling you down to actually sit on his face, he asked you to just relax, and sit.

Here you were.

Sitting.

It definitely caught him off guard at first, though your scent and taste was overwhelming to him… and when the airflow started getting cut off, and it was progressively getting harder to breath, he started getting lightheaded.

Then you felt something wet hitting your back. Your eyes widened with surprise and you lifted your hips, hearing him gasp and inhale fresh air as you watched cum continue to spurt from his cock, onto your back or his belly.

“Holy shit, Jason-”

Suddenly you felt his hands on your hips, you looked back to him, eyes wide as you noticed the ropes had been snapped, and he had this dangerously hungry gleam in his eyes.

“Your turn.” Was all he practically growled out before his hand was around your throat and he had you impaled on his cock.

Who knew he was into not breathing… Death really did something to him.

Tim Drake:

“Ah! fu-fuckk- Mommy please- please I’m sorry- I’ll be a good boy- I'll be good just let me cum please- please mommy I need it-”

His wails echoed off the walls of your shared penthouse, only to get muffled by the weight of you sitting on his face, his tongue automatically slipping into your cunt as he writhed against the ropes that contained him, his body jerking with every movement of your hand on his cock, shaking with the vibrations of the dildo that stretched his once puckered untouched hole.

Timothy Drake had been reduced to a whiny bitch underneath you, crying against your pussy for mercy, of any kind really.

You had been teasing him for hours… perhaps it was only fair.

You sighed, lifting your hips off his face before climbing off the bed, removing the vinrating dildo, letting out a low whistle when you saw the gape it left behind… and that definitely left a tingle between your thighs.

You then released the ropes and he groaned in relief… Though the need to cum got the better of him as he grabbed you and pulled you on top of him, sliding inside of you with satisfying ease as he buried his face between your tits, tears streaming down his face as he rutted his hips up into you, gripping and kneading at your skin as he let out wails of pleasure until he bucked his hips up into you one last time before stilling, letting out his loudest cry yet before he practically went limp.

“Oh god- Tim?” You called out his name after he wanted to limp against you, you had to hold him against you to prevent him from bumping his head against the bed frame because he just went ragdoll.

“Tim, are you okay? Was it too much? Are you-”

“Can we do this again in a couple days?” His voice flooded your ears, raspy, but clear as day.

And you laughed, kissing him gently as you nodded your head, and began your aftercare routine.

“Sure baby boy, in a couple days.”

Tag list:

All: @francesfarhadi @only-my-unexistent-fiances

Batfam:

BW smut: @ilaiise

DG smut: @ilaiise

JT smut: @ilaiise

TD smut:

[nanaslutt]

thinking about giving choso a handy while he drinks from ur full tits ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cradling the back of choso’s head while he closes his eyes and whines against your leaking nipple as you jerk him off, the only lube on his cock being his own precum, dripping relentlessly down his cock and making a mess on your fingers.

his large hand is massaging your other breast, occasionally tweaking and pinching the nipple, making your mouth fall open in a small, pleasured o shape. choso’s moans vibrate against your sensitive nipples as he drinks up everything he can from your tits, not caring about the milk spilling from the side of his lips.

lots of “mm-mmm mmmm’s” and muffled groans echoing in his throat as he weakly thrusts his hips up into your hand, feeling his balls tighten with his impending orgasm after every stroke. his eyes and eyebrows knit together deeper as he relished in the feeling of your warm hand squeezing his cock just right.

there was nowhere else in the world choso would rather be but here. his hand squeezed your tit with a little more force than before when you focused on his tip, his precum frothing up around his tip, your speed increasing.

choso pressed himself harder against your tit, trying to get as close to you as possible as he felt himself get pushed over the edge. “cumming, c-cum-“ choso mumbled his words against your skin, his breathing rapid and high pitched.

he came with a long groan, stuck deep in his throat. roped of cum shot out of his dick as your slammed your hand down to the base, repeating the motion, forcing all of his seed out of his cock and onto his hard abs. choso whined and panted against your tit, only pulling away when his cum was thoroughly milked and he had nothing else to give.

the expression on the dark haired man’s face could be described by nothing else but contentment. he started at you like you hung the stars in the sky, mouth agape snd face wet with saliva and milk, cheeks dusted pink, eyes barely open. he looked so sleepy and spoiled, you couldn’t resist leaning down and pressing a long, sweet kiss on his forehead.