#kinda captivating

[becabeale143]

[slavhew]

jakey + dirkjake sandwiched between my organic chem notes. a poem in there somewhere

[liimonadas]

more ghosts than people

[alexwilltellyouthings]

Oh "Edwin has so many love interests" this, "Edwin gets all the bitches" that but you know what's amazing? It's not JUST the love interests

He captivates literally EVERYONE in some way or another

Niko and him are an instant click. Cat King, well, you know. Monty was supposed to betray him but fell in love. He gave Crystal the hardest time and still she ended up loving him. He found out Simon liked him back. DESPAIR FUCKING LIKES HIM. Esther wants what he can give her (terrible I know but walk with me).

Is there something else in him we don't know of? Magic? Cosmic energy? How does that work???

[siredcrab]

This sucks so freaking bad it started out like something but I had a breakdown, I abandoned it and then tried to fix it but I gotta let it die at this point or imma go crazy idc also everyotime I post something that's supposed to be some sort of sequence I get some people saying "this looks cool but idk what's going on" "i don't know what's supposed to be happening here" and things like that and I KNOWW it don't make sense to me either im just posting whatever now I'm yapping... Okay gbye💥💥💥💤💤

[gabumk]

Paint over of a scene from “Mary & George”

I haven't watched the series yet (I'm dying to watch it, btw) but I saw a gif on Twitter and my automatically thought LAMEN. So I did it🫶

[laur-the-cat-prince]

Oh no your Auguste is kinda—

kinda what? 🤨

(hehe i’m working on some modern capri AU stuff)

[autiacorart]

Damen and Laurent inspired by Louis-Jean-François Lagrenée’s Mars and Venus; an allegory of Peace, (1770)

[vebokki]

he's apollo justice and he's fine!!!

[averycutesalamander]

drops this into your inbox yells BOOTHILL refuses to elaborate and leaves

"What do ya mean you're tired, baby?" he croons, a devious tilt to his smirk. "You've barely been goin' for five minutes, and you're already tuckered out?"

"Shut the fuck up," you whine, too lost in your need to sound legitimately intimidating. Your hips and thighs ache ferociously from the motion, but you want to come so desperately that you try to fight the burn; despite the fact that he's the one with his wrists bound in rope above his head, he's edged you for an hour at the very least, bucking into you from below hard enough to make your head spin. Then, he'd slow to a crawl, listening to you beg and babble and whimper as your upcoming orgasm faded into oblivion.

He made a smug comment along the lines of, "I knew you were spoiled, but this is crazy, sweetheart. You're so pampered that ya expect me to do everythin', even when you're the one ridin'. Some cowgirl you are, huh?" And you hate that he knows exactly how to push your buttons, because no matter how hard you fight, it never ends in your favor.

Still, you'd narrowed your eyes and grumbled, "I'll show you spoiled, you smug bastard."

And, naturally, that led you to your current predicament: riding him for any length of time is fucking exhausting.

The hot bursts of pleasure can only override the ache of your muscles for so long, and you haven't even managed to come yet, and god you wish he would just do that thing where he gets tired of your nonsense and flips you over and has his way with you. You suspect that isn't on the menu tonight, though, because he looks perfectly content to utter filth into your ear while he watches you struggle.

"C'mon, doll. It can't be that hard, can it?" he says, and even though your eyes are squeezed shut, you can still see that smug fucking smirk, clear as day. "This is just pitiful, honey. All that big talk, and now ya can't even make yourself come?"

You damn near sob, unable to resist the urge to slump down into the crook of his neck. All you can manage now is the slightest rock of your hips, but the tiny bursts of pleasure as his head grinds into your cervix are mere sparks over damp tinder. Eventually, you can't even handle that motion, and you're left whimpering like a puppy into the cool steel of his neck, panting and quivering and so desperate that you could die.

A shiver runs up your spine when he laughs, his breath hot on your ear. "Poor thing," he coos without a drop of sympathy. "That's all you've got, huh? You're all burnt out?"

"Please," you whine, cutting right to the thick of it, because you already know he's going to make you beg. "Please just fuck me, bee."

He hums in thought, and your neck tingles at the depth of his voice, at the rumble of his chest beneath yours. "Tell me you need me," he says, deceptively light.

"I need you, baby," you keen, caving without hesitation. "Need your cock. Need you to make me come. Please, please-"

"And who do ya belong to?" he growls, just barely nipping at the lobe of your ear.

He just barely grinds up into you, leaving you gasping and moaning. "You! I'm yours, I'm yours, it's all for you-"

You hear the rope snap only half a second before you feel the ruthless grip of his fingers around your hips. In a blink, you're face-down in the pillows, your waist pinned to the mattress, and you feel him starting to slip out of you-

And then he slams home inside of you again, so hard that it punches a moan straight out of your chest. You have only a moment to scramble for a hold against the pillows before he really starts to fuck you, completely prone, with absolutely no hope of escape. His weight prevents you from moving at all, aside from the uncontrollable shuddering that runs through your whole body.

It takes less than a dozen strokes of his hips before you feel the heat rising to a boil once more, curling in your gut, shivering in your cunt. You start babbling and begging and whimpering and god, fuck, you're so close you can feel it in the back of your throat-

The tension snaps, and you clench around him like a vise.

You moan helplessly, shaking like a leaf, hit by wave after wave after wave of pleasure, so thoroughly lost in the undertow that you fear you'll drown. And all the while, his pace doesn't falter in the slightest, dragging it out for longer and longer, and finally, you start to feel the brutal burn of overstimulation creep in.

Your moaning turns ragged and tense, your voice breaking under the pleasure. "Oh- Oh, fuck, this is- It's too much-"

"Well, you're gonna have to cry about it, doll," he purrs, sounding far too pleased with himself. "If I'm doin' all the work, it's only right that I take however much I want from ya, right?"

His next thrust is cruel in its intensity - so ruthlessly efficient that you almost wail. Already, you can feel another peak building in your gut, leaving you shivering underneath him as he takes, and takes, and takes.

He laughs, dark and smoky in your ear. "Yeah, I knew you'd agree, sugar. Now sit still and take it like a good girl, won't ya?"

(It's not like you have any other options.)

[elguritch-art]

more post session brainworms of the cowboy, things have not in fact gotten better and he's in fact more tired then he's ever been every single week <3 now with added trauma triggering!

Virgil Lawrence | He/Him | 212 Years Old | Ex-Sabbat Brujah Vampire

Session/Image Context below:

finally got his coterie mate's crazy tremere ex dead and gone, and then had to listen to a baby sabbat brujah's entire life and family collapse around her. also he got a new knife for free (by being stabbed)!

PoV you're the Boston Prince (who totally deserved this) and have been in office 100 years after your predecessor was also killed by being thrown off a building by the same cowboy.

PoV you're a coterie member who pissed off the already EXTREMELY on edge and furious brujah by rebuking his attempts to suicide bait you and he just drew his 10+ pool revolver.

damn hard to stay keeping it together when you see and hear the ghosts of your kindred loved ones all around you all the time and in the words spoken by those around you, without anyone meaning to do it

[whewchilly]

Saturday at the Azerbaijan GP | 14 September 2024

[guardian-of-da-gay]

simpler times

[ctrl-alt-deleting-yr-face]

AU where Bedman gets revived by Asuka’s weird apprentice and is now full of anger and hatred at the fact that his situation has changed and he’s suddenly alive and awake. Oh and he plays the piano.

I would’ve drawn more for this but it’s almost 5am and also i’m. horrid at drawing quickly. Anyways feel free to ask about the AU! I’m much better at expressing my ideas through words than through art anyways ^^

[haliaiii]

she's so crazzzzy! love her!!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

how fucked up would it be if i wrote a fic where suguru’s little lover falls for kenjaku after his death………