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[ottulissa-times]

The Legends of the Guardians movie artbook actually features(among a bunch of other cool stuff) a concept of an owl with a cat skull helmet/mask thing?!

Lookit this fashionable man

So ofc, i had to draw a few things. I love this idea agh

[five-star-stay]

Ily han's :] smile

[teatitty]

This is the most emotion we've seen from him yet! If you ever doubted that he actually cared about Shizuku and Aya this is definitely proves otherwise

[popsixsquishcicerolipschitz]

[kinships]

"......"

She's just going back to work.

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[bioswear]

fighting for my life trying to not take a Bottom Stance at my desk at work

[iwaasfairy]

kenma IS a twink. but hes my twink <333

anywayss love the idea, fairyyyyy. i adore your juicy big brain

tw incest, voyeurism, dubcon, virg!kuroo can’t catch a fucking break I wanna keep writing this but it’ll have to be in a different ask

wc. 1.9k

kozume kenma x fem!reader x kuroo tetsuro

“It’s really not a big deal,” Kenma assures him again as he forces his normally blank face to show an ounce of understanding, something like a smile painted on his lips. “She won’t mind.” His long, slender fingers wrap around the door handle to push down without knocking — shoving the door to swing wide with a clean arc and reveal the slightly messy, but clean, fresh room. It isn’t obvious upon first glance that a girl lives here. At least not in the overtly girly way, a far cry from all the frilly, pink overly curated rooms he imagined being invited into when he was a teen boy in the midsts of high school.

This is the room of someone a little more grown, with books and candles and pillows with blankets stacked upon an overly thick mattress. A bed you’re sat on the edge of, scrolling through your song playlist when they barge in and your head snaps over your shoulder to make you put on a pout. “Niichan, don’t just come in! Knock first! I ask you a million times,” you snap, putting the phone down to let your gaze shift to the taller man by his side.

Kuroo’s eyes can’t help but slip down the thin camisole you’re wearing, plain undies and exposed legs as you uncross them. You’ve got the overly girly thing down in the way you lean onto one arm though, and the way your lips jutt out do something weird to the base of his skull. Tickle, send heat downward. “I could be naked, niisan.” You say it pointedly, stare at Kenma a bit longer than is necessary.

Something unspoken sits in his friend’s eyes.

After a moment, you push yourself up more to raise your eyebrows and turn your chest to face them both. And your big brother messily scratches under the tiny ponytail that’s tied in his hair, before going to sit on the other side of your bed. “Kuroo has something he wants to ask you.”

His tongue sits too fat in his own mouth. Your pretty eyes flick up to his where he still stands in the doorway, and instead of dismissing them both like he kind of expects you to, you turn around completely and put both feet out onto the bed so your toes basically brush Kenma’s thigh. Who absentmindedly strokes your shin as cat-like eyes point up. Kuroo’s always been pretty easy to get along with, talkative enough to do it for the both of them. A natural way with people, or something.

This is entirely different. Here, he’s made a spectacle, two matching gazes studying him as he tries to chuckle. He’s eyed down as he walks three big steps forward to reach the bed, and slowly lets himself sink into the plush covers too.

He wasn’t always crushing on you like he is now. You were a bit of a little tike when he was still in high school, ran too hot for proper girly clothes and liked sitting in your pjs on the couch as they gamed. It’s entirely different now that you’ve been away a few years from college and walk around the shared apartment in shirts that barely cover your ass when you make breakfast. Hickeys blooming all over your throat and collar and up your thighs that he always ends up catching a glimpse of when you bend at the waist and your skirts slide up enough to reveal the curve of your ass.

He was sure it wouldn’t bother him as much to live with a girl. It’s different for your brother. He doesn’t have to notice. To Kuroo, you’re not any girl, and the way your tits rise and fall in those stupid little things you wear is making it too hard. Him, too hard, too.

As he chews on his words trying to find the right ones, you lull your head to the side cutely.

“Come out with it already, you two perverts.” You don’t mean it judging by the mirth in your eyes, but it still makes him fluster. Can’t help himself, giving Kenma a desperate glance to please help him out. You click your tongue. “Seriously… I was just about to go to bed.”

Kenma’s thin brows furrow slightly. “You can rub your little pussy later, can’t you?”

He almost chokes on his spit. The heat burns up his neck as he watches how Kenma wraps a hand around your wrist to keep you in place, and your mouth drops open. That’s not— he wasn’t gonna— your reaction baffles him too. Instead of getting ashamed at having your sexual proclivities discussed by your brother, you only give him a little sneer, and grab his wrist back so you’re both clinging to each other. There’s a little glitter in your eyes when you pout, then get onto your knees to get a bit closer to your big brother.

Close enough to lift yourself over him and straddle his lap. “Don’t be a pervert in front of your friend, nii—chan.” You chastise, but in a soft admittance sort of way that doesn’t sound all that sorry, or apologetic. “Don’t talk about my pussy either.”

“It’s fine.” You get so close that Kenma has to let go of your arm to instead wrap both arms around the small of your waist as he gets nose to nose with you — and Kuroo admittedly struggles to process anything. Your ass is planted right on Kenma’s lap who’s only wearing some boxers, and if it was him… he can’t think too hard about if it was him because he can feel himself start to stir in his own sweats. Kenma basically brushes lips with yours, before he straightens up to pull you closer. “Why do you think I’m here?”

“You,” your breathing hitches, and now your cheeks start getting hot when Kenma moves below you, “you haven’t told me yet.” Moves- below you? Yeah, Kuroo’s sure he can see Kenma roll his hips against your barely clad body. What the fuck. “Stop doing that.” You’re whining, and looking away from them both, before Kenma casts a glance over your shoulder to watch his friend. First Kuroo, and then the way he’s very uncomfortably trying to hide his chubbing cock by planting his hand in front of it into the blankets.

“Aren’t you gonna ask her?” Kenma asks. Hands sliding lower to grip both sides of the meat of your ass, obviously squeezing his fingers into it.

“Yeah- I- I uhm,” you make an effort to look back at him, so sweet, polite, but his attention is dragged to the way your panties are pulling around the globes of your ass and he swears he can see a wet patch starting to stain your undies where they cling to your pussy. And he’s really trying so hard, “Kenma thought -Kenma thought that I should ask you if you want- or not want-” Sweat prickles at his collar, as he stares resolutely into your pretty eyes and nowhere else.

“What he meant to ask,” Kenma helps out, hiking you up a little higher to basically press his cheek to yours when he places his chin on your shoulder, “-and stop grinding for a second- he’s already noticed you’re a bit of a sex fiend. Keep having your brains fucked out and moan like a whore through the walls and it’s keeping him up.”

Your face scrunches like you’re being treated entirely unfairly, a look shooting to your brother out of the corner of your eyes— but he refuses to let you go. “What the hell, niichan… you’re such a- you’re so mean, you freak.” Your eyes go all big and teary and flustered when you catch Tetsuro’s, and the way you stare at him with a mix of embarrassment and guilt is hot too. He’s not sure what’s happening. These last five minutes have been a blur. Why are you in Kenma’s lap in the first place? “D’you just bring Kuroo here to embarrass me or what?” You ask, voice pinched.

“-That’s not it, I swear.” Kuroo quickly chants, reaches out to grab your balled hand to rub a comforting hand over it. He lets go quick enough not to be overstepping, he hopes. He wants you to like him, if anything. Wasn’t that why Kenma dragged him here? “Don’t cry, please. You know Kenma doesn’t mean it.”

Kenma looks barely bothered at your distress, but does place a quick kiss on your neck and your collarbone. “We can tell him the whole truth now, I think.”

Kuroo watches how you push yourself back against Kenma’s face with two hands and drop back into the bed, thighs spread and wet, sticky panties clinging to your folds exactly like he imagined, and it makes his cock twitch. Hard cock, annoyingly pressing against the fabric of his boxers and feeling so fucking obvious in his sweats. It doesn’t really register that well that you’re wet from rubbing yourself in your big brother’s lap, only that you look weirdly adorable sucking up your tears to grimace. “I’m not telling anyone anything.”

Kenma’s hard too. He only notices it because Kenma doesn’t make any attempt to hide the way he shifts himself up in his boxers and stares you down too, eyes lingering on the way your tits rise and fall as you breathe. “You’re cute,” he adds, before eyeing Kuroo. It’s about just as embarrassing to be caught staring by him, as how his cock twitches again at the way you mewl at the praise. What the fuck is happening? Kenma’s smile when he glances back down at you is so sickeningly sweet and genuine, trailing fingers over your panties and sliding the camisole up to reveal more marks. “Y’see, Kuroo, my little sister isn’t actually some slut. These are mine.”

The room feels much too tight for three people to fit.

“When she’s moaning like that, that’s because I’m fucking her good, like she wants. Begs for it.” You look away embarrassed, place both hands on your face as you place a foot on Kenma’s hip and push a little, and your big brother grabs your ankle to push your knee back to your chest. “Don’t get so shy. I’m right.”

“Tetsuro didn’t know that though,” he wants to melt at the way you say his name. “Don’t be so casual about it. Pervert.”

“He doesn’t care.” Kenma assures back, and Kuroo suddenly feels like he needs to prove different. He stands from the bed to stare at you both, but that’s about as far as he gets. He’s so hard, and gobsmacked, and he feels like he might pass out from the heat that’s running through him. “He came in here to ask you to fuck him too, you know. That’s why he’s hard. Got hard thinking of your little, sweet, brotherfucking pussy.” Kenma’s only adding oil to the fire when he rubs his fingers through the mess hidden by your slicked undies, and making you shudder.

Your eyes find his again, now upside down from the way you’re leaned back in bed. “You’re quiet, Tetsuro.” You’re not nearly as shocked by Kenma’s statements as he expects you to be, so it must not be new. Fuck, how long have you two been doing this? Every time he heard you mewling whispers through the wall, moaning and the bed creak, stroking his cock in a cold sweat… wishing it was him. He barely mustered up the courage to ask, when Kenma cornered him about his crush.

Your mouth’s so pretty when you form the sounds of his name. “What do you want to do, Tetsuro?”

[whiskeyskin]

Lavender Haze

Premise: Part 2 to "A Practised Tongue". We pick up right where we left off, where Gale finally gets to let loose 🍆💦

• Gale x afab!reader • M rating • Act 3

Part 2, round two, that slutty dress, PinV, dressing table sex, mirror doggy sex, desperation, almost premature, self doubt, embarrassment, worry, soothing, dirty talk, say my name, cumming together, cum-swapping if you squint? round three..?

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Shout-out to @foxtatodreams for this gorgeously intimate picture of our Rizzard and her Druid Tav Shoko! 🤤🫠

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Gale's pupils pulsed at your words, a desperate determination descending over his face. The light in his chest shimmering lavender light on your form.

As quick as his human knees would allow, he crawls up the dresser and finally kisses your mouth.

You can taste the sweetness and salt of yourself on his lips, smell the sweat on his brow.

The kiss was passionate, with threatening need; gasping breaths and grazing teeth.

You took no time in finally freeing the beast from it's cage, untying his belt and making short work of the buttons latching it in. You can feel how painfully hard he must be through the fabric, a telltale patch of viscous wetness compounding the fact.

His thick, long cock jutts from his underwear, crowned in brown curls, the engorged head glistening from the gratuitous amount of precum he'd produced. It flips your stomach how aroused eating you out had made him.

He moans against your lips, lifting wisps of your hair with his hot breath, "Yesss." He groans against your cheek, hissing the word through his teeth.

You shallowly pump his head between your first three fingers, his hips jerk into the sensation. A shuddering groan vibrates in the shell of your ear.

You complete the fist and begin rolling your wrist, pumping his veined shaft; he sucks in a breath though his tensed jaw and barks out a hollow call.

He clamps his hands onto your hips, enough to pleasantly bruise. You instinctually widen your legs again and pull him in by the waist.

Without a word, you guide his hard cock to the sopping slickness of your entrance; both moaning as his head butts against your swollen sex.

With very little resistance, Gale cock glides in with a thrust from both of you. His length filling your pussy entirely, hitting the roof of your cervix, in fated synchronisity. A trembling duet of moans harmonising together, as you both acclimate to the delicious stretch and exquisite tightness of each other.

You wrap your legs around his waist, and he immediately understands. He takes your hips in both hands and spares no time in pumping his hard length inside you up to the hilt. Once, twice, three times firmly to seat himself fully in your clenching cunt.

Pressing every inch of sweat dampened skin together, wrapped in each others arms, Gale rests his forehead against yours.

His breath is erratic but stunted, his expression straining, like he's trying to push past the fierce compulsion to pile-drive viciously inside you.

"It's okay," you mutter against his cheek, blindly unbuttoning his shirt to prove the point, "I want this."

"It's not that," he struggles, his cock pulsing against your walls, "Mortal love-making, its.. this..this is the first time in a very, very long time. It's all a little.." he shoots out a laugh, "excruciatingly overwhelming." He attempts a few deep breaths to cleanse his crushing desire to end it all too quickly. The orb angrily thrums and boldens, the lines streaking across his body and face now more vibrant.

You cup his face within your hands, parting your foreheads to look at him. He shakes his head.

"I don't think I'm going to last very long," he chuckles without humour, "I don't want to disappoint you." He swallows, still tense.

Your smile reaches your eyes, as you gaze upon this wonderful man buried inside you, "Gale, sweetheart. You've made me cum twice already, I don't think that's possible."

You both give a small laugh. He attempts slow breathing again, his arms trembling around you.

"I.. can't compete.. I'm not used to this.. ah!" He gasps as your pussy unconsciously squeezes around him, his head shooting upwards, "Gods dammit." He bites his lip, pure agony across his beautiful face.

"Dekarios. I want you to use my cunt to cum hard and fast. I need you to cum for me." You purr in low register, his cock tenses inside you and the orb thrums brighter.

"Show me how much you need me, Gale. Cum for me." You snake your tongue into his mouth with a charged moan, writhing your body, undulating your walls around him.

An animalistic growl reverberates past his gritted teeth, as he plunges his cock inside, driving into you recklessly over and over.

The dresser rocks wildly underneath you, various lotions and potions required to make a woman acceptable for society crashing unceremoniously to the floor, without care, or consideration.

You hold onto his shoulder and back, using your own strength to bounce against his thrusts. The sound of your meeting a loud, wet slapping as the rhythm finds it's pace.

"Mm, Gale. You feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Keep going, just like that." You bite your lip.

"Oh fuck," You hear him curse for possibly the first time ever, "You're so perfect and beautiful, I can barely keep myself together." He strains, so close from the desperation on his features.

"Don't hold back, Gale. Harder, faster, slower, whatever you want. You made me cum so hard, you can do what you want with me."

His eyes travel from your eyes, to your heaving chest, then he licks his lips. Forcing the straps down your arms, he rips the cups containing your breasts so they bounce freely, as he fucks you hard against the dresser.

The feeling of being consensually used by him ripples a filthy, depraved urge deep in the darkest parts of your soul. It lights your skin on fire and takes you down in a blaze of hedonism.

You reciprocate his animal growl, "Yes, like that. Like you want. Mm. Take me, fuck me, breed me, use me. Cum deep inside me and make me beg for more, Gale. Make me gag, make me scream. Oh gods, yes!" You cry out, the sensation of being aggressively pounded sucking your sense and proprietary into oblivion; your debauched hind brain fully in control.

The sound of skin slapping hard on skin echoes through the room, the symphony of your cries and moans spurning each other on.

"Wait. Not yet.. notyet.." Gale mumbles, barely holding on, "waitwait.."

He slides out of you and forcefully turns you over to face the mirrored dresser, hooking your foot onto the plush sitting stool.

You finally get a good look at yourself; hair mussed, breasts out, make up streaking, thoroughly delirious. And gods, was it hot.

Gale looked just as lustfully lost in you; the sweat beading on his skin, his eyes dark, hair curtaining his beautiful face. The violet rays of the orb streaking in an otherworldly brilliance.

Without warning, he plunges inside you and starts a hammering pace. You cry out and wrench yourself upwards to press your body against him, needing more connection. You reach up a hand to firmly hold the back of him head, raking your nails on his scalp, your breasts bounding to the beat of his rhythm.

One hand hooked around your waist, grasping at the soft, bouncing swell of your under breast, the other driving your hips back to greet his. You snap them back in time with his thrusts, not to simply be a passenger on this journey.

"Going to watch you cum with my cock filling your tight cunt-" he shot out a groan, his punishing pace never ceasing, "I'm so close. Fuck. I don't want this to end." He whines.

"It doesn't have to." You moan, carding through his hair, "you can eat me out and fuck me any time you'd like, Gale Dekarios." You say through a sinful smirk.

He huffs out a laugh and looks you dead in the eyes through the mirror, "Say that again. Say my name. Please."

"Gale Dekarios, you can fuck me anytime, any place, in any hole." You add, with a suggestive brow.

A shuddering quickshot exhale bursts from him, his brow furrowing into his eleven lines as he tries to concentrate, "Again." He begs through tight lips, flipping your dress away to reveal the image of his cock pounding into your hot, pink and deliciously defiled cunt. He brings his fingers to play with you again, a pleasure-filled moan shakes it's way through your body, as your abused clit sparks torturous exhilaration at willingly being on display for him like this.

"Fuck me like this, Gale, yes. Ohh, gods. It feels so disgustingly good." You babble through the thick haze of threating climax.

His pace becomes franetic, frantic, frenzied. He was so close you could taste it in the air.

The slap of skin, the lust soaked in every huff of breath. The pound of his cock against your centre, the sensation of his beard rubbing against your jaw.

He choruses your name, over and over like a prayer, a song.

"Cum with me, Gale." You manage in a moment of clarity before a third earth-shattering orgasm ricochets through both of you; yours a moment before his.

He moans shaking in the crook of your neck before coming undone, holding on for dear life. You feel the orb vibrate against your back, shaking and trembling as the light sputters and pulses outward through you both, bathing the room in incandescent, amethyst respelendence.

His load shoots thick and hot inside you, coating your walls white with his seed, as he desperately pushes deeper inside your ruined pussy for the short amount of time he has left.

A battered and beaten groan winds out of him and he stumbles forward onto you and the dresser. He tries to right himself but fails.

"Sorry, sorry. My legs are not cooperating at the present moment." He jests through exhaustion, attempting to hold himself up.

Through the mirror, he looks utterly spent. And rightly so. That was.. like nothing you'd ever believed possible of him.

"Gods above, Gale. Where the hells did that come from?" You asked in breathless disbelief, sweat sticking down your hair at the edges.

"Eighteen months of loneliness and an adulthood of purely ethereal sex," He answered bluntly, "Mortal sex is far more.. ravenous." He added, pressing a kiss your shoulder and meeting your eye in the mirror.

You both look thoroughly fucked out. And you both know it. You laugh in unison at the state of yourselves in sexual disarray.

"You look incredible like this; like creation and damnation all in one." He blurts poetically, eyeing your dishevelled form and nuzzling into your neck, suckering and nipping on your pulse point; still thumping blood through your system.

"I'll take that as a compliment." You breathe, turning to press a kiss to his damp cheek, trailing your hand down the other. You squeeze his face against yours, then release, propping yourself again the dresser for support.

Gale's half-hard dick slides wetly from your conquered vagina; a dull, pleasant ache already forming.

He kisses your shoulder again and replaces the long fabric of your dress across your modesty, "A most excellent dress." He says absently.

"Easy access." You shrug with a sly smile to which he rewards with a laugh.

"Very." He responds, still sounding exhausted. He takes a seat on the plush sitting stool, as you pop your breasts back into the cups and replace the straps. You toussle your hair and wipe the collecting black liner from underneath your eyes to neaten it. Your lips are swollen from kissing and a thin layer of sweat sheens your skin.

"There. No one will suspect a thing." You joke, spreading your arms out with a flourish.

Gale says nothing.

He simply sits, half undressed with buttons un-popped, dick hanging at half mast. The angry lines of the orb still smouldering at the embers.

Staring up at you and without looking away, he curls his hand under the long skirt of the dress and draws a finger along your wet folds, spreading them gently and diving one finger softly inside. Your body twinges at the stimulation after already experiencing so much. He slips out with ease, bringing out his covered fingers; the warmth of his spend leaking out as he does.

He stands, and silently offers his peace fingers to you. You smile, and open your mouth to invite him in, suckling the taste of you both. He groans and steps closer, pressing towards you.

"You'll be wrapping your arms around dignatories tonight with my cum trickling down your legs, and the ache of my cock's desperation for you." He whispers low to you.

You release his digits with a subtle pop and he snakes his head for a deep, passionate kiss. Tongues lapping and mating with each other in harmony, the experience of both your elation mixing together.

"We taste good together." You hum against his open mouth, seductively licking his lips till he crashes them back onto yours.

Hands raking through hair and gliding across skin, the kiss deepens and you feel the unmistakable glow of his chest.

"Now about this 'any hole' you spoke of." He smirks, parting your plump bottom lip with his thumb, "I'd very much like to know more of this offer."

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Part 3? Don't mind if I do.. ✊🍆

Or if you're ready for other good eatin'.. room for more? 😏✨

[housederiva]

I keep seeing different people (several of them my mutuals hey gang) say there’s folks going about treating Fictional Character Neve Gallus like the girl in high school they secretly had/have a crush on but were/are too afraid to admit it themselves so were/are mean to at every possible moment instead???

Neve Gallus?? Detective Neve Gallus??? The one people would be down bad for openly if she was shaped like Colombo (meaning attractive white guy) ((yes Colombo is attractive but that’s not what we’re talking about here focus))?? My Wife Detective Neve Colombo Gallus???? Queen of my mind and Lucanis’ and what’s his nuts of the fried fish shop???? (This is very mean to what’s his nuts I think his name is Hallos) Queen Detective Neve Colombo Gallus who once bought an oil lamp for a girl she said she - and I quote ‘was sweet on’ on and lamented on how beautiful the light was when it was still lit??? That Neve Gallus??? My Neve Gallus? Whose coat is so fancy because it was a gift from someone she helped out and she wears it so often she themed an entire outfit around it???? And Maker I wish that someone was me!!!

Where are these people? Who are these people that don’t clench their jaws so hard their molars crack whenever she is on the screen? I’m sorry? Do you not see the little run skip she does to hug Rook when she’s in love with them???? Neve makes me want to sprint down the street and fling myself into [redacted] bay and wrangle up a sea otter in my arms until I calm down and Lucanis feels the same! We’re down at the docs squeezing otters against our chest like they’re stress balls thinking about how cool and awesome and strong and beautiful and kinda and smart and afraid of genuine love our wife is!!!

And who is saying her voice acting’s not good??? Hohoho Santa??? I haven’t seen a single person say that! If you’re out there shoo! Shoo!! If she were some boring ass white guy you would be all over her!!!! Where are you people, come here and tell me exactly why you don’t like this queer woman of color with a beautifully strong nose (which is every strong nose mind you) and eyes more elegant than any that could be carved upon a statue of Aphrodite? The jutt of her chin is exactly like mine and I cried upon realizing that!!! Because if something I’ve seen as a flaw my entire life makes up the eighth wonder of the world on her then I must be beautiful too!!! The arch of her brow and the curve of her lip would put me into cardiac arrest if I thought about kissing them on a human of flesh and bone, I assumed all of the above was a tumblr wide consensus and that we all felt this way????

Call me Inside Out because apparently sometimes I do look at somebody and wonder what is going on inside their head!