#ly drawing busts

[revalito]

querido ludópata..... 2!!!!

[arinmoss]

old ref of my OC Isaac Gideon, a man i never draw lmao (he/him)

[satorena]

✮⋆˙ I LUV WHEN WE GET FREAKY ON CAMERA !?

featuring. g. satoru, f. toji, g. suguru, n. kento x afab!reader

warnings. cybersex, camgirl!reader, facetiming, onlyfans account, dirty talking, usage of toys, reader wears lingerie, fingering, anal play, consented video taping, feminine pet names, let’s pretend toji has money okay? okay.

rena’s note. big shoutout to my dawgs @screampied ! would’ve suffered a bad writer’s block if not for them <3 ly pooks

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

“yeah baby~ fuck, arch your back just like that—shit!”

you complied to his request, moaning as you arch your back and push your hips backwards, deepening the angle of which your dildo penetrated inside of you.

from your facetime call, you faced the camera and propped your dildo to the wall behind you. you watched as your ass recoiled like waves, flesh bouncing off the wall in hypnotic motions, giving your boyfriend the pov he demanded at the start of this call.

you watched through your laptop screen as your boyfriend held his cock tightly with one hand, his other hand propped at the back of his head. his stomach clenched tightly as he matched your pace with his jerks. your wet squelches filled the atmosphere followed by your moans, arms stretched out to claw at the silk sheets on your bed.

“mmh—fuck baby, wish you were h-here right now,” you whine, bringing your fingertips to your lolled out tongue, coating the digits with your saliva, before slipping them between your thighs to focus on your neglected clit.

drawing figure eights to the bundle of nerves, your cheek smushed against the mattress, face heating and tears streaking down your cheeks.

bottom lip tucked in his teeth, gojo narrows his cerulean eyes to zero in on your figure, the sounds of your creamy pussy rocking back and forth on your dildo, your teary eyes watching him with such want— and fuck if he doesn’t wish this conference meeting overseas would end so he could blow your back out.

“i know, ‘m sorry— hah, princess,” he whines, thumbing his leaking slit as the hand behind his hair starts to grip at his own locks. the stinging feeling reminded him of you and it only turned him on further.

“just a f—few more days, yeah? and i’m all yours, promise baby, wait out for me,” he prods further, upset at the fact he has to reach out to you virtually. even behind the low quality of your camera, you shone like an angel sent from heaven, lashes wet with tears and your lips glistening from your smeared gloss.

you nod your head, before fluttering your eyes close as your gut begins to coil. your limbs grow hot and limp, toes curling and you up the pace of your rocking, the drag of the customized silicone dildo against your velvety walls stretching you in ways that reminded you an awful lot of your boyfriend.

“toru—fuck, i’m cumming!” you arch your back deeper, chest pressed flat against the mattress, fingernails scratching the softness of your sheets.

gojo had been on the brink of an orgasm eons ago, but he held back for you. to him, nothing beat busting a nut at the same time you did. his snowy white hair matted to his forehead, cheeks flushed a pretty red as he now focuses on his stiff cock with two firm hands.

he mimics circular motions you usually do, fighting to keep his eyes open as his orgasm washes over him just from the sight of your cries alone. your body shudders, your own orgasm washing over you from head to toe as you mewl out his name, spraying your juices all over the wall behind you and down your plush thighs.

your back arches outwards and you’re drooling all over yourself but gojo doesn’t think he’s seen anything prettier in his entire life.

“shit—oh fuck, cum for me princess, make a mess all over—ngh, yourself for me—my perfect fuckin’ girl.”

𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

“welcome back everyone~”

there was something terribly sinful in the way the girl currently clothed in skimpy lingerie, fingers rubbing at her pussy in lazy circles with a dildo to her lips, tip of the toy teasingly grazing at her pink tongue—was also the same girl toji paid money to babysit his kid whenever he was away at work.

toji was no good man. this was definitely wrong on many personal levels, but alas he was still a man, if the way his dick hardened painfully quick at the sound of your honeyed voice alone.

he shifts in his chair, leaning back into it as he palms his hard on through his sweats. he watches with narrowed green orbs as you finally swallow the silicone toy down your throat, the dildo lubed in your saliva whenever it came out of contact from your mouth.

“wishin’ it was your fat cock instead, mmh,” you swirl your tongue around the dildo, before arriving to the tip and latching your plump lips around it.

you simultaneously increase the speed at your folds, fingers soon growing sticky with your essence as the obscene wetness fills the room. you moan around the toy, spreading your lips for the camera while clenching around nothing.

dick long freed from his pants and tucked tightly in his fist, toji groans as he watches your pretty pussy flutter and basically beg for him to fill you up. he hacks up some spit and drips it down on his girthy length, before roughly going back to jerking at his dick.

“i wonder which one of my lucky viewers is gonna get to fuck me next live?” you breathlessly giggle, before lowering the dildo in your free hand to your gaping cunt.

your comments flood with praises and pleasantries, with money flowing in easily—anything to capture your attention and have you notice them. they’re desperate, toji thinks, but realizes he’s definitely no better—hands already moving to donate a much bigger sum than whatever pussydestroyer69 could ever offer you.

“ooh, four bills is a hefty amount,” you tilt your head to the side, your pretty lips stretched in a perfect smile. you giggle when the comments start to insult toji but he’s too far enamoured in the way your free hand now travelled to your breast, groping at the mounds and flicking at your stiff buds.

you return to the regular programming, pressing the tip of your dildo to your cunt, dragging it up and down your wet folds, teasing yourself with your legs spread open for the viewers to see.

“fuck— this feels amazing, mmh, ‘m sooo sensitive,” you whine, applying a small amount of pressure to slightly push the tip in but pull it back out.

this was torturous— your thong pushed to the side to reveal your puffy lips as it leaked your essence. toji let his mind run to how badly he wanted to taste you. he was sure you’d be as sweet as honey, a potent taste on his tongue, and the thought of you face down with your ass up, begging for him to eat you out had his balls tightening with eagerness.

“fuckin’ shit— what a tease.” toji grunts, throwing his head back as he rubs the callouses at his palms against his veiny skin. his hips jerked up in anticipation, feeling his limbs run hot while his thumb circled at his reddened tip.

“y’wanna fuck my gaping pussy? yeah, ‘m all wet and tight just for you— hnng, bet i’d have you cumming quicker than you ever had~” you taunt, and finally push the toy all the way in, moaning at the stretch of the toy at your pussy.

your toes curl and you tighten your hold at your tits, slowly thrusting the dildo in and out of your cunt, the slick sound of the friction enticing toji as he matches your pace, fanged teeth biting down at his bottom lip.

you pout your bottom lip, small whines escaping your throat as you fuck yourself desperately. “feels’good— shit, need you to fuck me daddy!”

call him delusional but he felt you spoke to him and not the rest of these bums, legs opened and pussy clenching down at the dripping toy, as your hips rocked upwards to try and meet the dildo for further pleasure.

the telltale of his dick twitching uncontrollably told he was on the brink of an orgasm, one that has him cursing incessantly and brings sweat to his hairline. he pries his eyes open, refusing to miss out on how your folds get abused by yourself, multitasking between thrusting inside and attacking your clit.

“‘m gonna cum daddy—please lemme cum—ngh!” you plead, and as if some force between the two of you is pulled, you spray your essence all over yourself, slick dripping down your sheets and wetting your lingerie, staining your panties soaked as toji calls out your name, hips bucking into his tight fist as ropes of hot cum are pulled out of him.

“there we go baby—damn, keep creamin’ just like that.”

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

“c’mon mama—don’t you let up, fuck, keep bouncin’ f’me.”

you whined some more, thighs aching and trembling from your consistent riding mixed with the added stimulation to your rim from your gifted anal plug. behind you was geto’s set up, computer camera propped as your back faced it, with geto seated at the edge of the bed.

hands planted firmly onto his chest, you stabilized yourself as you continued to rock your hips, dragging yourself up and down on his inches of dick, feeling his hardness stretch out your walls.

“sugu, ‘s too much— shit, want you to fuck me already!” you moaned, leaning your head downward to his broad shoulders, forehead slippery with sweat.

geto chuckled at your neediness, clicking his tongue as he lands a firm slap to your reddened ass. you all but moaned, hips moving back and forth as you clenched your mounds around his cock.

“but baby,” geto complains mockingly, slipping his hand in between your bodies and thumbing at your swollen clit. “y’wouldn’t wanna disappoint your fans, would ya?”

as he spoke, he glanced over your shoulder to check the comment section, as it was filled with numerous donations, praises as well as degradations. the more his viewers donated money to him, the quicker the toy plugged in your ass vibrated.

the triple stimulation had your brain gone to mush, your golden spot brutally toyed with as the foreign but pleasurable feeling in your puckered hole stretched it out, added with the circles at your bundle of nerves, sending shivers all throughout your body.

“uhn uhn,” you shake your head, all but against the idea of ruining his live stream simply because you were tired. more than anything, you wanted to cum, even if it had been in the most torturous way you could think of.

“that’s my good girl,” geto presses his lips at the crane of your head. his praise sends tingles in your belly, core licking with heat. his hands find their way to your ass cheeks, groping the soft mounds as encouragement, the actions causing a shift in the toy to be pushed slightly deeper inside of you.

“f-fuck—don’t do that, i’ll cum!” you complain, arching your chest into his, sensitive nipples brushing into his own.

the creamy mess at the base of his cock clearly accessible to the viewers sent a massive amount of money right into geto’s account and straight to your ass, as you jolted into his hold, clinging your arms around his neck.

“holy shit—one thousand?” geto asks breathlessly, followed by immediate more pinging indicating more donations. “you’re a hit baby—they fuckin’ love this pussy. too bad it’s all fuckin’ mine though, hah,”

you’re flattered by it all, and hit with a final wave of confidence before you’re sure the dam in your gut will snap, you push him back to lay on his bed. geto watches you with a cocked brow and smug smile, baby hairs messily framing his flushed skin.

“oh?” he asks, amused by the sudden turn of events. he never lets go of your hips, instead tightening his hold on you as you plant your feet to the mattress.

you hop up and down, his dick nearly slipping by how far up you rode him, with your palms pressed against the plane of his abs. feeling tears build up at your lash line, you moan and wail, dick penetrating deep into your cunt deliciously.

“fuckin’ ride this dick, ‘s all yours mama—shit, gonna make me cum all inside that pretty pussy, mmh. give it all t’me,”

it doesn’t take much between his constant praising, the slickness of your wetness around his cock and the additional vibrations to your ass to have you cumming hard around him. you clamp your walls down, momentarily pausing your riding as you let it take over your entire body.

geto comes through, hips bucking upwards to further your orgasm and you’re sure you momentarily blacked out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your tongue lolls out of your mouth.

“what a pretty fuckin’ face baby, all mine. goddamn, ‘s too bad your biggest fan won’t get to see it— ain’t that right, satoru?”

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

“k-kento—oh fuck daddy, ‘s so fucking deep!”

his wrist ached as he worked his way up and down his cock, tip throbbing an angry red. he watched himself hold your waist with one grip of his hand, the other propped up to film the lewd scenery, capturing you in all your glory.

nanami maintained a steady focus, pistonning into your cunt at a ruthless pace, a ruthless angle, and judging by the sound of your broken moans, he was thrusting into that spot that had you seeing stars and slurring your words.

on the screen showed you face down with your ass up, hands bind by his tie behind your back, face planted into his bed as he fucked into you passionately. your pussy gripped onto his cock greedily, sucking him in as the ripples of your ass bounced on his pelvis.

“my perfect girl, fuck, keep taking it just like that.” his large hand held at your waist firmly, bottoming out just to pull out all the way to where your lips latched at his tip, coating his dick in your creamy essence.

his hand made it to the top of his shaft, and when the screen presented him an erotic view of both your body fluids— semen, juices, sweat— sticking between both your damp skin, where you lowered yourself on his cock and where he pushed forward to fasten the process, his thumb grazed over his slit tauntingly, the same way he’s seen you done it dozens of times.

it’d never occur to him that watching himself plow into you would turn him on so, but you were so far away and he was immensely turned on.

his button down now unbuttoned, his chest heaved up and down as he panted heavily, sliding his other hand down to cup at his balls, the way you’ve done to him so many times. he winces at the feeling, dick painfully hard as it twitches in his hold.

“holy fuck— my perfect fuckin’ girl, shit.” he groans, narrowing his eyes to focus on the hypnotic sight that had his erection crying impossibly further.

the sight of you unable to do anything but take his dick like the slut you were made to be for him had him curling his feet and thighs tremble rather quickly. your fingers twitched as you begged him to free you, to let you touch him, but all that resorted to was your ass getting slapped for your disobedience.

“behave princess.” nanami warned you while rubbing his hand at the reddened skin, and you whined a ‘m so sorry daddy but obeyed nonetheless, and whatever kink triggered in nanami activated, as he jerked off faster, desperate to chase that release.

in the video, nanami pulled his dick out momentarily, causing you to cry out at your pussy’s emptiness. lowering the camera to your abused cunt, your pink walls gaped and clenched around nothing, practically calling out for him to fill the void. he chuckles behind his phone, before grabbing at his cock and lining himself at your entrance, teasing your folds by dragging his tip up and down before bottoming out again.

“fuckin’ hell, i need you right now,” nanami cussed, wanting nothing more than to feel your warmth around his cock instead of his own hand, to feel you clamp and suck him into your pussy, to have you squirt on his cock and still beg him for more despite your sensitivity.

between the pornographic sight of your cunt clenching down on his cock, your asshole winking at him, the recoil of your ass onto him and the sinful arch of your back, nanami soon painted his fist white in his cum, head thrown back as he was overtaken by an orgasm.

“damn it—shit, just like that princess—keep gripping onto me, gonna fill that pretty pussy full of my cum.”

yes, gojo was the generous donator on geto’s live stream. pervert

[letorip]

kiss with a fist

“you hit me once, i hit you back, you gave a kick, i gave a slap”

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pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: tara needs a favour from perhaps the person she hates most on earth, but it just ends up drawing the both of you closer together.

warnings: explicit sexual content, fake dating ���, enemies to lovers, contrived plot because ha ha ha

word count: 4.8k

A/N: kinda had a lot of fun with this one. might do a part two, might just leave it as is, but let me know. inspired by kiss with a fist by florence + the machine (duh), lovely night from la la land, and various other inspirations.

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The moment your front door opened on its hinges, Tara Carpenter was pushing past you and barging straight into your apartment, stepping right over the threshold and checking you with her shoulder. You barely had a chance to process it, before she had wandered down the hall and into your kitchen in a blur.

You rolled your eyes, knowing you were in for an annoying ass conversation and slamming the door shut. “What do you want?” You called into your own apartment loud enough for her to hear you in the other room.

“Don’t be a prick about it. This is the last place I wanted to go,” she shot back, and you sighed to yourself in your dark hallway before fixing your hair in the mirror and following her inside. There was only about an hour of her bullshit you could put up with and then you’d be saved by the bell anyhow.

“Whatever happened to ‘hello,’ Tara?” You said, crossing your arms and coming in to against the doorframe. She had jumped up onto your counter, legs swinging and fingers gripping the edge of the blue ice glass tiles. In her left hand she picked up the bottle of wine you had left out next to some glasses and began to read the label.

"Lecture me later,” she said, not looking up at you, You were about to reply, or more aptly, tell her to get the hell out of your apartment, but she put the bottle down and narrowed her eyes at you, clearly struggling to say what she was really there for.

“Look, (Y/n), I need your help.” Ah. There it was.

"Hah," you scoffed without hesitation. "No."

She threw up her hands. "I didn’t even say what I was asking for.”

“Still, no. I’m not helping you.”

“Could you just not be an asshat for five minutes and listen to me? Like, is that too hard for you? Are you medically incapable?" She shot back.

"You're sitting on my counter. I didn't bust into your house and start making demands but here you are in mine,” you said.

"I'm asking for a favour," said Tara, raising her voice. "Asking."

"Wasn't much of a question though, was it," you replied. Maybe being a dick back to her would make her leave. She had always been able to dish it but never able to take it, and you wanted to make her. "You said 'I need a favour.' There's no question in that."

"No, I actually said I need your help, now would you shut up and listen?"

You scowled. "Y'know, I'm not really in a helpful mood tonight."

"Like you have something better to do,” Tara scoffed, raising her eyebrows at you.

"And what if I do?"

"Then I'd say you're lying. What, you don’t want to help me because you’re watching your stupid show, or reading or something?” she challenged back, getting up off your counter and walking towards you. You straightened up, glaring down at her. She only came up to about your chest, but the short girl still did her best to seem intimidating.

With you she always frustratingly failed to even make the smallest dent, though that probably stemmed from the fact you could pick her up and punt her like a football if you wanted to. On the days she managed to really piss you off, the thought grew more enticing.

"For your information, I was supposed to have a date," you said. Tara blinked at this, looking down from your stupid face. You wore a thick black turtleneck and some pleated black pants that hung stylishly from your waist. The wine made sense now, and Tara felt like an idiot.

“What’d you pay them?” she clapped back, covering for the feeling of intense heat rising to her cheeks. This was humiliating. She had come begging for your help of all people- you, and now she had nothing to show for it but the stupid, smug look on your stupid, smug face.

“Ha ha,” you said, dryly. “Get out.”

“No.”

“Yes,” you insisted.

"So you're busy then…” she trailed off.

“Yes.”

“Nooo,” she groaned, throwing up her hands in frustration.

You weren't sure what it was, maybe the pout of her lip or the shining of her eyes, but you shut your own for a second and let out a sigh. "Why? What's the favour?"

Tara shook her head in a generally amusing display of defeat. "It's whatever. Have fun on your date," she said, heading for the door and trying to brush past you, but you reached your arm across the doorway, stopping her from going.

"No, what's-" you stopped, rolling your eyes upon realising you were about to help Tara Carpenter of all people- "What's the favour, Tara?" Her face instantly lit up with a bright, beaming smile, the exact opposite of what it had been before, and it suddenly occurred to you she had been playing you like a fiddle.

"Oh my god, you're actually helping for once! Did you finally wake up on the right side of the bed?”

"Don't push it," you muttered. "I don't even know what I'm agreeing to, yet."

"See, about that..." she trailed off.

"What.”

“We have to make Sam really, really mad.”

"What?”

"Yeah..."

You shook your head at her. "Never mind. I'm not helping you anymore."

"What!?"

"You're trying to get me murdered," you said. "I don't have a death wish."

Tara was fully frustrated now, dark eyes fiery and staring up at you in the candle lighting. “You don’t even know what it is you’re doing to make her mad yet!”

“Doesn’t matter, if it’s Sam I don’t want to do it.”

“It would be a big help!” Tara said, clasping her hands in front of her like a prayer. You narrowed your eyes at her, more upset her expression and clear desperation was actually working on you, and that you felt compelled to help this idiot with an undoubtedly idiotic plan.

“What are you trying to do?”

Tara jumped up and down in excitement, smiling widely in a way you had rarely seen her. “Okay! Okay, so Sam said last month that she didn’t want me going to parties and meeting people because she was worried they were murderers.”

“Uh huh,” you said.

“Buuut, she said I could go if I had someone always with me. Like, someone with me that she approved of. So I didn’t wander off to hook up or drink, which is, y’know, the actual fun ‘college party’ stuff.”

“Uh huh.”

“The thing is though, that if I had a ‘partner,’” she raised her fingers to put quotes around it, “then Sam wouldn’t need to worry about me doing that, because she’d assume I’d be with them, hanging out, or even if we did go to a party, it would be together. Buddy system style.”

You raised your eyebrows, realising where this was probably going. “Uh huh?”

“Which is where you’d come in. Sam wouldn’t trust just anybody, if I told her I was seeing someone. But she would trust someone from our group, who she knows for sure isn’t going to murder me. And you- as fucking annoying as you are- are exactly that.” She had a twinkle in her eyes when she explained it to you, and you realised Tara had probably been plotting this- or at least considering it- for a while now, the little devil.

“You really expect Sam to believe we can tolerate each other?” You asked, squeezing your arms tighter against your chest. “She knows how much I hate you, and only person I hate more is her.”

“Trust me, I’ve complained about you to her too,” she rolled her eyes. “But you were literally my only option. Call it a romance of passion. We only ‘hated’ other to cover up for our real feelings or whatever. Sam doesn’t have to like you but she definitely trusts you.”

“How romantic,” you wrinkled your nose, disgusted by the suggestion. “Wait, why am I your only option? Chad is right there, he’s already in love with you and everything. He’s like the built-in boyfriend.”

She winced. “See, I thought about that. But I just know it would probably hurt him, with the hooking up and it not being real. He probably wouldn’t feel too great about me ‘cheating’ on him.” Tara did the finger quotes around it again and you let out a whistle.

“Wow, so you do have a heart.”

She scoffed. “More than you do. Besides, we only need to pretend to be together until I find someone actually tolerable. After that, you’re free again.”

“I had a date tonight,” you narrowed your eyes at her.

“But you’re still here talking to me for some reason?” She raised her eyebrows at you. “And the way you said ‘had’ I’m thinking you don’t anymore.” Tara could be annoyingly perceptive sometimes. She always seemed to zero in on the way you spoke or what you said.

“I wasn’t too excited for it anyways,” you grumbled, and Tara laughed, realising she had been correct and being all too pleased with herself. She clasped her hands together.

“Well then. Are you going to help me, or are you going to glare at me some more?”

“The second one sounds really appealing right now,” you shot back.

“Oh, come on. Don’t be too proud of an asshole to admit this is a great plan.”

“It’s a terrible plan, and it’s absolutely going to fail when Sam tries to murder me.”

“But you didn’t say no.”

You looked at her for a long minute, contemplating if this was really the path you were going to go down. You let out a sigh, shaking your head. “I’ll do it. But you’ll sure as hell owe me.”

“Yeah yeah,” Tara waved you off, beaming from ear to ear. “Great! We’re going on a double date with her and Danny this Friday.”

“What?!” Your mouth dropped open.

“Yep,” she said, annoyingly skipping down your hallway. “I’ll text you the address and time!” she said.

“Now wait a minute-” you called after her, but she had already latched open your door and left, leaving you to watch her go. Fuck, this would end terribly. You sighed again, taking out your phone to cancel your date.

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This was so unbelievably stupid. The longer you stood outside the Italian restaurant, the more you regretted agreeing to help her.

The restaurant was nice at least, with giant marble stones and dark red accents, and you could see through the massive float glass windows that the lighting mostly featured romantic candles and potted floribunda roses against dark wood. It would ironically be the most expensive date you ever had, and you realised that with bitter sentimentality.

Tara was late, like always, and you had begun to pace along the sidewalk, tracing the cracks with the centre of your shoe while you waited for her. It was boring, out on the street, and the more couples that passed you and walked right inside, the more nauseous you felt. You grabbed your phone out of your pocket, thumbing over the cracked display.

She was ten minutes late. You swiped open your text messages, still seeing nothing from her.

are you here yet???

You sent the message hastily, waiting for the typing icon to pop up or even show that she read it, but nothing. Suddenly the screen lit up and your phone started vibrating it, and you almost dropped it in surprise. “Fuck,” you cussed quietly, seeing the call incoming screen and Little Shit (do not pick up) appear at the top. You frowned, hitting the green button and accepting the call.

“Where the hell are you??? I don’t know if you noticed but we’re late,” you immediately said into the phone, aware of just how annoyed you sounded.

“Relax,” replied Tara on the other end of the line, and you could hear her eye roll from here. “Danny is a late guy too, Sam gets on him all the time for it.”

“Yeah well, I’m standing outside waiting for your late ass.” You felt someone awkwardly push past you and you winced, spinning around to usher them an apology.

“I’ll be there in a minute, I had to pick something up,” she dismissed you. “Just don’t let Sam and Danny see you. I told them we were showing up together.”

“Well how the hell am I supposed to do that?” You frowned, looking around. There was a row of bushes off to the side but you were too tall and not at all willing to crouch behind them like an idiot.

“I don’t know. Figure. It. Out.” Tara spoke slowly like you were a child and you narrowed your eyes.

“Y’know, I’m doing you a favour?”

“Ha!” Tara exclaimed, and you hissed, pulling your ear away from the phone’s speaker at the loud noise. “So you admit, it was a favour!”

“Shut up and get your ass over here," you grumbled before hanging up shortly, looking around and wandering down a side alley. It smelled disgusting back there, in the ironic, almost-dark of sunset, and it would've been a lovely night to take a walk on, had it not been for wasting it on Tara of all people.

You pulled out a box of cigarettes from your pocket, fumbling one out and sticking it between your lips. You stuck the box back in your pocket and pulled out your fancy lighter that had your name engraved on the side, thumbing over the lettering for a moment before lighting the cigarette and sticking it between your two fingers.

It felt stupid, to standing there next to the dumpster and watching some rats scurry by, but you let out a huff of smoke, remembering how much Tara had seemed excited for the parties and having fun. You didn't like her very much, nor could you really claim to be much of a saint, but you weren't a monster either.

"What are you doing??" called a voice from the end of the alley, and you spun to see Tara near the line of bushes with a bouquet of flowers in her hands. She had her eyes narrowed at the cigarette, looking frustrated.

"Having a smoke. Why, want one?"

She let out a sigh of exasperation, marching straight up to you. "You can't go on a double date with my sister smelling like cigarette smoke. You know she hates that kind of stuff."

"I've smoked with her, before. Her and Mindy," you argued, pulling it from your lips to take a breath in. "I've literally given her cigarettes."

Tara glared at you, taking it from your hand and crushing it under her heel. "Yeah, well, she still hates you, and now that we're allegedly 'dating' it's different. We can't give her any reason not to trust us, and you smoking cigarettes is going to make her think I'm going to start smoking cigarettes."

You shrugged. "If she hates me so much, then she's never gonna let us 'hang out' alone or go to parties anyway."

"No, she-" Tara rolled her eyes. "She hates you, but she sure as hell trusts you. Enough to babysit me."

"Fine. What's with the flowers?" you asked, crossing your arms.

"You got them for me," Tara shrugged. "Pinnacle of romance."

You whistled to be funny, but it was a little bit impressive that she had planned that out. The plan wasn't especially well thought out, but she at least had her moments of surprising intelligence, which you couldn't begrudge her.

"Well then," she frowned. "Let's go, lover." She clutched the flowers in one hand and slid her arm to interlock with yours. You narrowed your eyes but started to walk her in.

"Don't call me that. It's weird," you muttered.

"Get used to it. Tonight we're the happiest couple on planet Earth."

The restaurant was somehow even nicer on the inside than it had been on the outside. Tara gripped your hand, tugging you along with her as she headed towards Sam and Danny's table and followed the waiter, but you were looking a little dumbfounded at the marble columns and Italian frescos painted to the walls and roof.

You made your way back, led into a giant room with a lot of people. Danny sent you a welcoming wave when they saw you; Sam looked like she was about ready to blow a gasket. She stared at you, eyeing you up and down and then lasering in on the bouquet in Tara's hands with a frown.

"Did you tell her your secret partner was me???" you whispered to Tara as you approached.

She smirked evilly. "Nope."

Fucking amazing. "Hey guys!" Danny said, friendly and open. He seemed just thrilled to be there, while Sam seethed right next to him. Tara smiled right at her sister, gesturing for you to sit next to her.

"Sorry we were late," Tara says, a little awkward but trying to seem comfortable. "We were, um..." she looked at you for help.

You blanked, throwing out the first thing you could think of. "Kissing!"

Sam nearly spit out her water, eyes widening at staring at you. Tara whipped to you, jaw slack and you sent her a sorry glance. Improv was not your thing by any means.

"Um," Danny blinked at you. "No worries. You're here now," he said with an awkward smile. His hand went to Sam's, trying to give it a comforting squeeze, but she looked like she wanted to jump over the table and then jump you. She was glowering.

"So," she said, eyes narrowed. "How long has 'this,'" she gestured between you and Tara, "been a thing?" She looked at you intensely, and you looked to Tara, trying to shrug it off. You both laughed, playing the part of the happy couple.

"Oh, a month," you said.

"Two months," Tara said, at the exact same time. Fuck.

You tried not to glare at each other. "Well, which is it?" Sam squinted at her sister, and Tara sent a kick at your leg under the table. Your knee hit the bottom of the table with a painful 'thud,' and it took everything in you to not yell out in pain from your knee cap hitting the wood.

You tried to smile it off. "Tara just said two months, because we went on a few study dates, but it wasn't official until a month ago."

"So two months then," Sam said, crossing her arms on the table.

"I get it," Danny said, nodding. "I'm bad at dates and stuff too," he laughed a bit. "I almost forgot how long Sam and I had been together after our four month anniversary." You nodded, sending him your best grin. Sam didn’t look too happy about that either, though.

"Yeah, long day, I guess." Tara said next to you, sending you her best smile, her hand coming up to rub your back. It was weird, having her this close, but you put on your best face, as if she touched you all the time.

"You go to Blackmore too, right?" he asked, and you nodded. "What do you study?"

"I'm in architecture," you replied. Finally, something you could talk about without feeling like you were crossing a minefield. From the corner of your eye, you could still see Sam staring you down with suspicion.

"Oh! That's awesome!" Danny replied, taking a sip of wine from his glass. "I love architecture, it's interesting."

"Mhm," you nodded, looking over at Tara and smirking with just a hint of malicious glee. "I tease her- my degree is actually useful. People don't really like film majors. They usually smell bad."

"Do they?" he asked, genuinely curious, and you turned back, nodding.

"Yeah, it's an unfortunately common stereotype. Film majors are annoying, smelly-," your words were cut off, feeling Tara's nail dig into your back for revenge and trying to stifle a wince. She gave the table a fake giggle.

"Okay, that's enough out of you," she said, and you grinned, cursing her out in your head.

"Why didn't you tell me it was (Y/n), Tara?" Sam asked, leaning forwards and studying you both. She seemed a bit miffed with the whole situation. You sent each other fake smiles, as if you were about to share a secret.

"Well," she said, trying to seem excited. "We just didn't want anyone ruining it, really. It was kind of a secret, and we didn't know what it would turn into. But it's just...it's been so fucking magic."

"Magic. Mhm," you hummed in agreement, looking off into the distance and pulling out the menu. You were just a bit too hungry to keep up with the game for the moment. Seriously? she shot you a glare, and you snapped to attention. "It is genuinely one of the happiest times of my life," you rushed, quickly smiling and then dropping your attention back down to the menu to look at some pasta.

“Does Chad know?” Sam asked, sitting back and staring at you both. Tara shook her head.

“Not yet. I don’t want to hurt him, but really, (Y/n)’s the one for me.” This was also a little bit impressive. Tara seemed to be a far better actor than you were, and Sam just nodded, suspicious but trusting her sister’s words.

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The moment you walked down the block and out of Sam and Danny's eyesight, your hand dropped from Tara's. The sun was just about setting in the distance, and city traffic was starting to slow down a little.

"Oh. My. God. Her face!" Tara said, laughing. She keeled over, and you smiled a little, remembering Sam's look of disgust, but quiet monitoring of your hand clutching onto Tara's. She looked like a very conservative nun, witnessing a sin being performed in real time. It was a little funny, you had to admit, not that you'd ever be caught laughing along with her.

"Danny seems nice," you said, after you walked a little farther.

Tara nodded. "He's surprisingly not a douchebag. I thought he would be, like you or something, but he's not that bad for Sam."

You scoffed. "I'm not a douchebag."

"You definitely are," Tara said, shaking her head. "One month because it wasn't official? You said we were going on dates before then. That's definitely douchebag behaviour. Sam probably thought that meant you were seeing other people."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh," Tara said, rolling her eyes. "And 'kissing'??? Literally anything would've been better."

"I'm trying to help you, it's either this or nothing," you huffed in annoyance. "I'm not an on-the-spot person."

"Clearly," Tara said, shaking her head in overdramatic emphasis. She stopped suddenly and you jerked backwards, seeing her mess with her shoes.

"You good?" you asked, shoving your hands into your pockets.

"These damn shoes- making me walk home- god dammit," she grumbled, messing with the straps and the buckle on the side. You waited patiently, leaning against a stone wall as you waited for her to finish.

The sky above you had turned a deep purple, small hues of orange and pink in the form of clouds sitting at the edges. It was really something, and you stopped to watch it, whistling. Tara jerked upwards, planting her foot down to stomp her shoe into place.

"What is it?" she asked.

"The sky," you said, and she craned her neck up to watch it with you. "It's just really beautiful tonight."

She hummed for a moment before looking back to you. "It's a shame I'm spending it with you, of all people," Tara snorted. "I'm sure this would be romantic to any other couple."

"It would probably really be something," you said absentmindedly, looking up in thought. "A real waste on you and me though."

"Glad we agree," she said, leading the way. You and her had taken a separate path from Danny and Sam under the guise of getting some ice cream, but neither of you were willing to pay for it. Instead, you had to figure out what you would do with ten extra minutes.

"Do you want to cross?" you asked, gesturing to the other street, she nodded and you walked up, pressing the button. When you turned back to her, her nose was wrinkled.

"What?"

She shrugged. "Nothing. You just hit the button weird."

"What?" you blinked at her. "How can someone 'hit the button weird'?"

"I don't know, but you, like, pushed it weird. With your fingers."

You rolled your eyes. "Do you have a problem with everything I do?"

“Yep,” she nodded back. “It’s annoying.”

You guys kept walking in silence for the next block or two, making a square so that you could return to Sam and Tara’s apartment together. The sun had disappeared now and faded into night, and when you turned the corner to split off, she tugged on your arm.

“Hey wait, you have to walk me home.”

“What?” you raised your eyebrows at her.

Tara shrugged. “You have to, to make Sam think we’re dating.”

You blinked at her. “But we live on opposite sides of the city.”

“Still.”

“Tara if I walk you home I’ll miss the last train,” you grumbled. “That’s a long ass walk.”

“Cmon, we have to or she won’t believe it.”

You frowned. “You’re paying for my cab then.”

She sighed. “Fine, but come on.”

She tugged you down the long strip by the hand, stopping suddenly, a block from her apartment. “Here wait,” she said, turning to you. “Give me your jacket.”

“What?” you raised your eyebrows at her. “Why would I want to do that?”

“Oh just do it, do you have to argue about everything?”

You took it off with a glare, handing it to Tara. She tried to slide it on but it was massive on her, so she bunched up the sleeves. With the flowers in her hand and your jacket, it definitely looked like you two had gone on a date.

She grabbed your hand again, pulling you forwards along the street and smiling brightly in case anyone looked out the window and saw you both. It felt a bit odd to be playing dress up, but it was helping someone out, so you didn’t begrudge her on getting you to smile either.

“Wait wait wait,” Tara said, stopping abruptly.

You groaned. “Now what.”

She pulled you to the side, near a row of shrubs that sat next to the red brick of her apartment building. “Sam’s watching us through the window.”

You turned your head, trying to see for yourself, and there she was, hanging right out the window and watching you with intense suspicion.

"Don't look at her!" Tara snapped at you, whispering with a glare. You rolled your eyes.

"What do you want me to do then, Tara?"

She frowned, biting her lip while she thought. She gave you a grimace. "We need to do, like, a goodnight kiss or something."

You glared at the suggestion. "I think I'd rather die."

"Trust me, I don't want to either," she said, glowering right back at you. "But if we do this now, we won't have to ever again."

You thought for a moment. She'd probably taste disgusting anyways, and then it would just confirm what you already knew- you hated Tara Carpenter. "Fine. Just convincing enough though."

"Okay," she nodded. When neither of you made a move to close the distance, she frowned. "Do like, a countdown or something?"

"A fucking countdown," you repeated. "We're not five."

"Just do it!" she demanded, glaring again.

"Okay, fine, Jesus Christ. Three...," your face moved a bit closer to hers. "Two," you muttered quietly, still leaning in. "One," you said, and then Tara pushed her face onto yours.

It was a chaste kiss, probably sprouting from the fact that neither of you especially wanted to do it. Her lips were softer than you expected them to be and her breath nowhere as near as it would be in your head. You pulled away quickly, and there she was, smiling up at you in the fake way she had been at the restaurant.

"Party next Friday?" she asked. "Now that Sam thinks we're together she won't care if I go. Just pick me up and we can go 'together.' Plus there's a cute kid from my film class who said she would be there."

You nodded. "Whatever."

"Great," she said with similar shortness, and she brushed right past you, heading into her building. You watched her walk off, making sure she got in the door safe. Sam was still looking at you from overhead, even when Tara had gone, and you could see Quinn standing behind her, looking with morbid curiosity.

It had never even crossed your mind to kiss Tara, just because of how annoying her personality was, and you would have rather died than admit it had been nice- that she had been nice for a night. Instead you turned around, walking off. You were sure Sam was still watching you, as you went.

===+++===

part two??? it shouldn't be too long before the next one, i had to split this up because it was getting insanely long and there's another half to the story. i didn't want this one to be like 8k words long, i'll just probably have another one that's 4-5k soon.

[archiesweirdparody]

Their lesbianism... I actually don't think I've ever posted my ghosts (bbc OR cbs) art on here before now even though I have an excess of it LOL. but anyways

[ID: a drawing of trevor from cbs ghosts. she is lying on a couch and sleeping. she has one arm over her head and the other resting at her side. one of her legs is over the arm of the couch and the other is falling off the couch. she's smiling slightly. there is a thought bubble next to her to show she's dreaming about her and hetty. they're both princesses. Trevor is kneeling down and taking hetty's hands in hers. they're both smiling. in the opposite corner of the page, there's a head/bust (?) shot of hetty looking angry/annoyed/flustered/whatever at trevor (presumably because she fell asleep). End ID.]

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Secret Affairs

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~600

Warnings: implied smut at the end

Summary: You and Loki have. secret relationship but maybe it's time to come clean to his parents, especially when his mother keeps interrupting you two.

Squares Filled: "unfortunately, i'm turned on by that." (2021) for @lokibingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Loki’s hand runs up and down your legs which sends shivers up and down your spine. If his hands aren’t turning you on, it’s his lips on your skin. You want nothing more than to grind down on him but anyone can walk inside his room and catch you, and then you’ll really be in deep shit.

Loki moves his lips from your mouth down to your neck while still keeping you on top of him, and you close your eyes in pleasure. His cock grows from underneath you and you pull away from him with a frustrated sigh.

“We can’t go there. Your mom might come in.”

“Let her.”

He pulls you back to him and kisses your neck.

“Baby, I wish but sneaking around is just too much fun.”

It’s hard to pull away from him completely but you get off him. He watches you walk into the bathroom butt-ass naked to take a shower that’s long overdue. You take a very quick shower and put on one of Loki’s shirts that happens to be lying in the bathroom. The shirt is big enough to cover your ass but short enough to show the bottom of your cheeks. You leave the bathroom while drying your hair, and Loki groans from the bed.

“What?”

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

“And?” you chuckle.

“Unfortunately, I’m turned on by that.”

You know you shouldn’t be doing this but you climb into bed and straddle his waist once more. He grips your thighs to keep you there but you don’t plan on going anywhere that isn’t in his bed. You lean down and kiss him, and he moves his hands from your thighs to your clothed nipples. He grips both of them between his fingers and tugs, making them stand to attention.

“Loki? You awake?”

His mother knocks on the door and you jump off him in a panic. No one knows you and Loki are dating. In fact, everyone believes you two hate each other. Your family and his have bad blood so if your parents knew you were dating a royal from Asgar, they’d have your head.

You scramble underneath his bed just as Frigga comes in. Loki shifts on the bed and moves the covers so she doesn’t suspect his boner. He has to hide his smirk at your behavior.

“I have invited the Y/L/N’s to dinner.” She walks over to his window and draws the curtains open to let in natural light. “Do me a favor and be nice to Y/N. I think she has a crush on you.”

Frigga doesn’t care who her sons date as long as they are happy. While she and Odin have issues with your parents, that doesn’t mean Loki has to have issues with you.

“Really?” Loki smirks. “I had no idea.”

This motherfucker.

“Of course, you don’t,” she sighs and walks to his bedroom door. “Get ready. They’re coming as soon as it’s dusk.”

When she closes the door behind her, Loki busts out laughing.

“Shut up,” you grumble and hit the underside of his bed. You crawl out from underneath it and stand over him. “You’re an ass, you know that?” You crawl into bed and lay beside him underneath the covers. “It’s filthy underneath there. I’m not hiding there anymore. We’re telling your mother.”

Loki continues to smirk and gets on top of you, moving the covers so it’s not bunched around you two.

“Later. Right now, I’m hungry. I haven’t had my snack yet.”

He slides underneath the covers so that he’s hidden from view, and you chuckle at his crude words. However, that chuckle turns into a strangled moan when his tongue touches your clit.

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!niece!reader, incest, matt is pretty manipulative, suggested age gap ( reader is 18-20 and Matt is significantly older ), fingering. all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act twelve [ incest ]

“Guys your age won’t know how to take care of you.”

your uncle Matt always liked to say that.

“Guys your age will be too rough, too quick, too careless with a delicate, little thing like you.”

he loved to whisper it in your ear on nights like tonight, when you’d ask to go out with your friends. you were already dressed, and hoping that he wouldn’t ask who all was going. you didn’t want to tell him that there would be boys there, because lying to him was impossible. you didn’t even try anymore; you’d been busted too many times. but, he’d asked, so you’d had to tell the truth. there would most definitely be boys there, and that made his muscles tense.

“I��“ you start in a soft voice, shifting on your feet. one of his hands gingerly combed through your hair, but the other was on a much more intimate journey south, slipping between your legs under your skirt. “I know, Uncle Matt.”

“They’ll leave their stink all over you,” he insists, his stubble scratchy against the skin of your perfumed neck as he whispers against the shell of your ear. you could feel his breath, hot, as it rolled from each word, and the hairs on the back of your neck and your arms stood on end. “Wherever they touch…” his fingers between your trembling thighs press upward to jab against your panties, coaxing a startled gurgle to your lips. “They’ll want to claim. But if you come home smelling like another man, I’ll know. You know I’ll know.”

“But I—“

“Shh, shh, shh…” Matt croons, the hand on your head careening to cradle your chin in his palm, his thumb and forefinger pressing into your cheeks, holding your head in place and effectively quieting you down. “And if you have another man’s stink on you, you know that’s betraying me, yeah? It would make me so jealous. To know that some little college boy had his fingers where mine are. Or worse…” your panties are no match for his skillful digits, his middle finger pushing the fabric out of the way so his forefinger can trace the shape of your sensitive clit when he prods underneath your sticky folds, relishing silently in the way it swells at his touch. you were such a good girl, getting wet for him so very easily. a moan rumbled in his throat, his lips pressed together to smother his face in your hair, inhaling the aroma of your shampoo, the subtle sweetness of your perfume through flared nostrils. “Do you want me to be jealous, baby girl?” he asks, nuzzling his nose back and forth in your hair, “do you want to betray your Uncle Matt? The one who provides for you? The one who keeps you safe and well taken care of?”

“N—no, Uncle Matt…” you answer, your lips forced into a small, round pout.

“Then you know why I can’t let you go out.”

his forefinger slips inside of you, and your walls flutter madly to welcome the familiar extremity. Matt sighs in delight feeling how your cunt squeezes around simply his finger, drawing it in deeper, and he obliges with a gentle push, curling it as he does so to tickle the bundle of spongy nerves that he knew to be right within his path. he’d felt your insides so many times before that he had your most sensitive areas marked in a treasure map in his mind— just to torture you with pleasure until you could resist him no longer. you gasp as his roughly-padded finger tip scrapes at your sweet spot, your knees tucking in to keep yourself from crumbling to the floor. both of your own hands form a tight link to his wrist, silently pleading for stability.

“I just can’t trust your judgment, sweet girl,” he tells you, a hint of condescension in his husky baritone. he wants you to feel small, gullible, and in vulnerable around anyone that wasn’t him, “and I can’t rely on hormone-driven boys not to touch what doesn’t belong to them. You get me?” not to touch feels like it’s emphasized— punctuated by his fingertip rubbing relentlessly against your nerves, each swipe sending a quiver through your legs bent inward. you cry out his name in a yelp, your manicured nails biting at his wrist and hand.

“I—I get you..!” nodding, you allow the words to spill from your trembling lips, before following up with, “U— Uncle Matt, I— I won’t go out, I don’t want to anymore!” but it was because you were flustered. the way he so easily weakened your knees, a single finger pleasuring you beyond what any other man could possibly do. you knew how wrong it was, how you shouldn’t allow your uncle such brazen access to your most intimate regions, but…

there was a part of you that, whether organically or taught, craved his affections. his touch. his kiss. his cock. and the prospect of possibly betraying his trust or invoking his jealousy made you nervous. would he take all of this away if you upset him?

“I know you won’t, sweetness.” you don’t turn your head to look at him, and instead allow it to drop back against his shoulder, your hips trembling, giving slight bucks while he fingerfucks you. but you can almost hear the smirk he's wearing. a victorious one. a proud one. you swoon at the thought, allowing your eyelids to flutter closed so that you may enjoy the pleasure he intends to fill your core with, but that smirk of his drags itself over your temple. his stubble prickling the tender skin on your forehead when he presses a soft, doting kiss upon it that lingers longer than it should. his words are spoken through a half pucker. “Because you’re such a good girl for me.”

[zimt-deathnote]

Hi Zimt! Since it's M2's death anniversary (sobs), I was wondering how would Matt react to Mello's death if he managed to survive?

Sure, Anon. Let's suffer together, yeah?

Matt bolts out of his car to the truck in the old church to find Mello lying limp over the steering wheel and a panicking Takada in the cargo bed begging for her life. This is the most helpless Matt has ever felt and he has a complete breakdown, dragging Mello out of the truck, rocking him, talking, mumbling, putting his vest around him and bawling his eyes out.

Mello has always been the shotcaller of the two, the main character. Matt only followed wherever Mello went. Now he‘s all alone, desperate, delusional. After sitting outside for a while, letting reality sink in, he enters the truck again, sitting opposite of Takada on the floor with Mello still in his arms as if he wanted to say “look at what you did, asshole” and silently debates on what to do. Shoot Takada? Let Takada write his name too? Call for help? Who? Halle? Near? What would Mello have done? Matt feels rage taking over while he’s overthinking, he gets hold of Takadas phone, looks up the last dialed number and calls fucking Light Yagami. And Matt dares to be as vulgar and degrading as possible.

"Takada, I told you not to-" "Listen up you little pissface. You‘re Light Yagami, aren‘t you?" Light just hears a male voice he doesn't recognise on the other end and his mind goes ???????????? Who the hell is this???? "... is this Mello?" "No, you fucking cunt. This is Matt." Let your imagination run wild on what hyper-specific slurs Matt throws at Light over the phone. He's aware that the whole task force is listening in on this call and straight up insults them as well on being an incompetent clown party, not seeing the devil right beside them. Maybe he ends the call with something like "and I hope Near busts your ass so hard you can stick your bloody notebook up your ass sideways and it falls right back out, you self-righteous motherfucker."

Sorry for being a little dramatic on this. I'll get back to drawing happier things soon 💛

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 11 - Nipple Play

Kink: Nipple Play

Pairing: F!Reader x F! and M!Cow hybrid

Other Kinks: Threesomes, Fingering, Breast Play

Word Count: 1610 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“They really don’t release milk?”

A rough, labor worn hand pinches at your nipple, tugging at the peaked flesh with a furrowed brow. Ernest’s eyes go wide when it perks up under his touch, a black tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. A chuckle rumbles against your body, the languid heifer lying beside you laughing at her barnmate’s naivete.

“Not unless she’s with child.” Genevieve says, groping and kneading at the fat of your other breast. Her touch is less antsy than Ernest’s. She had been working at this farm for over four years now, and you can’t help but wonder if she’s been in this exact same position before. “Still, they taste very good.” Her manicured nails draw slow circles around your areola, but her eyes are locked on your face, flustered and trying best to stay quiet. You know all too well how easily noise travels through the barn. Last thing you need is one of your fellow farmers busting in, wondering what you're doing rolling in the hay with the two prized cows.

Ernest gnaws on his bottom lip, hands still hesitant as he rolls your nipple between his fingers. His tail flicks back and forth, almost like it’s swatting flies, behind his kneeled over form. He’s utterly transfixed by your chest, as if he isn’t around breasts all the time. They're practically inescapable when you live on a hybrid milking farm.

“C-can I?” You’re not sure who Ernest asks, you or Genevieve, as he gulps and eyes up your chest. Beads of sweat pool at the valley between your two breasts, the stifling heat of the summer afternoon only amplified by being sandwiched by two large bodies. Genevieve chuckles again.

“Can you what, Ernest?”

“Can I-” Ernest exhales out of his nose, nostrils flaring as he finally catches the courage to look you in the eye, “Can I suck on one of them?”

The poor bull’s face is bright red, freckles lost in a haze of his blushing cheeks. His ears twitch with every noise, just as aware of how many rules he’s breaking.

“S-sure.” Your voice sounds different, so breathy and light. Something about holding the attention and touch of two people has turned you into a shy little thing, demure despite desperately agreeing to this tryst in the first place. 

Ernest buzzes with happiness, quickly spreading out his knees and lowering his face to your chest. He starts with just the tip of his tongue, flicking it across your bud. Your whole body jolts, but Genevieve keeps you still. Ernest’s chest heaves with a pant, tail now thumping behind him like a dog, and he latches on to your tit.

Ernest’s lips are surprisingly soft, fitting for his gentle tongue as it rubs you up and down in his mouth. He makes sure to keep his head perpendicular to the plane of your stomach, lest his small horns accidentally poke at your skin. Genevieve rubs her hand down the side of your face, coaxing your jaw to turn towards her.

“Does that feel good?”

You nod, voice catching in your throat as you keep your eyes low, like the submissive girl you are.

“Y-yes, ma’am.” You eventually stutter out.

“Hmm, our little farmer likes her nipples touched, doesn’t she?” Genevieve slides her hand down your chest and stomach. Fresh slick pools at the apex of your thighs, legs instinctively widening as another bolt shoots across you. 

Ernest takes her words to heart, now sucking on your breast with a little more force. His teeth dig into the fattier part of your boob, tongue quickly darting across your nipple. It’s as if he’s testing to see if Genevieve is lying, that if he sucks hard enough you’ll eventually start leaking liquid ambrosia into his mouth. 

A thumb presses against your lips, Genevieves’ nails applying a gentle force that has you opening your mouth for her. She slides the digit across the flat of your tongue, watching as the saliva begins to pool at the sides.

“Such a good girl.” Genevieve's other hand pulls away from your sensitive tit, a whine caught in your throat as she then cups your wet pussy. Trails of slick stick to her palm when she pulls away, her gaze turning mischievous. “Look how wet she is, Ernest. She loves it.”

Ernest opens his eyes to see Genevieve's shiny fingers, glossy from just a single touch to your cunt. His groan rumbles against your chest, emboldened and grabbing at your other tit to replace Genevive’s hand. You moan, a fresh gush of wetness slicking up your lips.

  The hand on your cheek brushes against your jawbone, sharp nails pulling a shuddering shiver down your whole body. Genevieve cups your cunt once again, this time spreading open your pussy lips and letting your wetness drip from the center. Her thumb finds its place on your clit, already sensitive enough that just a touch has your hips jumping.

“Aww, so needy.” Genevieve purrs, nothing calming about it as she makes deviously slow circles onto your clit. The feeling combined with Ernest’s hands and mouth fiddling with your breasts has you biting your lip, desperate for something a little more. “Come on, Ernest. Join me down here.”

Ernest detaches from your chest with panting breaths, cheeks flushed almost purple as he moves his shaky hand down your body. Sweat and precum already cover his palm, making you realize he had begun jerking himself off as he played with you. 

Ernest’s fingertips are rougher than Genevieve’s, the manual labor of bulls callusing his skin everyday. The rough texture is sensuous against your weeping hole, practically beckoning him to force them inside. Genevieve's more active thumb doesn’t help, her slow build of speed making your legs shake. 

With his precum and your wetness, Ernest’s two fingers sink inside like a hot knife through butter. Him and you both moan at the feeling, your cunt clenching around his digits like a vice. The floorboard creaks as Ernest humps into the floor, just imagining that same grip around his cock. 

“Lets make our good girl, cum, shall we?”

It’s all the permission Ernest needs, desperation and lust palpable with his blown out pupils and panting breath. He pulls out all the way to his knuckle before sinking back in, fingers scissoring you open as he fingers you like a whore. The hand around your nipple resumes its playing, no longer gentle as he tugs and yanks on the sensitive bud. 

Genevieve is much more practiced and patient, her thumb quick yet precise as she rubs at your clit. She knows exactly the amount of pressure to apply, what exactly has you humping into her and Ernest’s palms. 

“Aww, look at that pretty face.” Genevieve says, her free hand now playing with her own pussy, the wet sounds of her fucking herself on her fingers revealing all. Her breasts push into your side, heavy and full of milk. They look aching, so tantalizingly close to your mouth….

It’s why, despite being in the haze of your pussy being spread open, you latch on and suck, hard. Genevieve makes her first squeak of the night, quick to slap your clit for the disobedience. But all that does is make you suck harder, jerk your hips into Ernest’s desperate fingers.

“Ha-ah, not so good after all, are you?”

You shake your head, eyes mischievous as you nibble on her taut nibble, savoring the small amount of milk that she releases. Genevieve rolls her eyes but doesn’t do anything to stop you, instead pushing her breast up and further into your mouth. Her hand resumes its place on her pussy and the other circling your clit. Ernest seems unbothered by the whole thing, still humping into the ground and transfixed with your tight cunt.

The stall quickly becomes a sweaty mess of your three bodies, air hot and thick, permeated by heavy breathing and moans as you all chase your high together. Milk has begun dribbling out your mouth and down your own chest, too much for you to swallow from suckling on Genevieve’s chest. Precum smears across the ground as Ernest desperately chases the friction on his cock, the fabric of his jean shorts and the feeling of your tight pussy enough to keep his horny self satisfied. Genevieve’s usually composed face beads with sweat, lips almost bitten through as she plays with your pussy and hers at the same time. All sense of shame and propriety has been lost, pleasure taking priority.

“Gonna cum~” You slur with a mouth full of boob, toes beginning to curl, the heat becoming overwhelming. “M-me too!” Ernest squeaks out, fingers growing sloppy as they squelch with each thrust.

“Let’s cum together.”  Genevieve pants, her own pussy now drenched and aching.

You and Ernest nod desperately, movements frantic as you all work to please each other and yourselves. It doesn’t take long, not when Ernest shoves himself between your breasts and sucks on your nipples.

“Hmmph!”

“Oh, gods!”

“Ah…ah!”

The writhing mass convulses all together, Ernest’s cum splattering on the floor and across your arched back as you and Genevieve both squirt, leaving trails of your juices all across the hardwood and your thigh. 

Ernests’ face finds itself in your stomach, catching his breath as his hand goes limp, still sheathed in your pussy. Genevieve lets herself rest her on the floor, boob popping out of your panting mouth as she too tries to regain her composure.

That leaves you in the middle, sweaty and numb as the aftershocks of your orgasm still rattle your brain.

Talk about a roll in the hay.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I am the cat person ask and a little drunk so bear with me [not literal]

The first time John gets really drunk around Nik, Nik anticipates maybe a quiet, reserved drunk or maybe even a slightly snappy drunk.

What he does not anticipate is a drunken John Price who cannot keep his eyes off of Nikolai, feels the need to trail his finger along every little scar or mark across his skin. He just sits staring at Nikolai with such blatant adoration that it even makes Nik blush because he isn't used to another man so shamelessly admiring him out in the open. Someone [Soap] takes at least one oicture of Captain John Price sitting with his head in his hands just staring at Nikolai and he swears he can almost see actual hearts in his eyes

I hope you had a good night, Anon!

cw: alcohol.

When they first crack open the bottle of Stoli between them, Nik expects to see Price essentially fall asleep as he gets drunker. The only things stopping the most senior officer of the 141 from collapsing in exhaustion half the time are caffeine and spite. His task force doesn't see it, but Nikolai recognises bone-deep tiredness when he sees it.

What he doesn't expect after the first few glasses is for John's fingertips to circle over the back of his hand, tracing the thin, silvery lines of a scar in the centre. "Wossis?" John asks, two lines appearing between his eyebrows.

"A Hungarian gang member stabbed me through the hand during an interrogation," Nikolai says, watching John's fingers caress back and forth.

"Oh." John taps one end, and then strokes the arches and valleys of Nik's knuckles. "'Ow'd they catch you then?"

Nik's shrugs. "I let them. It was the easiest way to get inside their main base of operations."

John grins. "You sly dog." He looks back down to Nik's hand with intent interest, but his own withdrew back towards him. Nik's disappointed.

The sergeant and his lieutenant wander over for a game of rummy. As the alcohol warms his blood, Nik sheds his jacket and John's hand returns, red tinge in his cheeks. This time, it finds the sensitive back of Nik's arm, just on the inside. Goosebumps run in a flurry across Nik's skin and he startles. When he looks over, John's examining his own hand of cards intently.

The game finishes, the cards gathered in an untidy pile in the middle of the table. They drink some more - a lot more - and, as soldiers were wont to do when gathered in any social space, they begin to exchange stories. When it's Nik's turn, he offers up the tale of helping Alejandro with a cartel that had been gun running using school children.

As Nik nears the grand finale - busting the leader in a sprawling, forest mansion - he notices the sergeant lifting his phone as discreetly as he can to snap a picture of... the captain.

John's watching Nik with the biggest eyes Nik has ever seen, his head tilted into his knuckles, the other hand drawing lazy circles on the table near Nik's fingers. "Captain?"

"Hm?" Bushy cheeks perk up in a broad smile.

Nik blinks rapidly. He can feel his own face warming, because he isn't a complete simpleton. He knows that look, but... from John? There has to be something amiss. "Is everything... ok?"

"Has anyone ever told you... that yooou have... a great smile?" Price says through a deep and, uh ... dreamy sigh.

Nik... well, he smiles, turning in his seat to lean his elbow on the table, legs spreading so he can scoot a little closer to Price.

"Hoo-ly shite, c'mon, L.T., we.. uh, left the Challenger.. unlocked." Soap pats Ghost on the arm and the two scarper, leaving Nik to mirror Price's pose, head to his knuckles, and reach out to return one of those first tentative touches on the back of his hand.

The power of Stoli, eh?

Price @ Nik in every universe:

[cvlutos]

“No Nut November” Pt.1

| Repost: 01.10.23 | 1.3K | Mature |

NRC 1st Years X GN!Reader

| CHARACTERS 18+ | Sexual Themes | Masturbation | Flirting | Sorta Creepy | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

♡ ACE TRAPPOLA ♡

LOSER #ONE

Swore he wouldn’t fail. Would not shut the fuck up. Would constantly brag about how well he did. When it’s only been a day. He’s the most likely to fail on the 1st day. Not even most likely, he does. That’s mad embarrassing but will most definitely lie for the entire month.

He 100% blames you. You just happened to wear a hot-ass outfit [very very casual relaxation clothes] when he came to Ramshackle after school, he swears you did it on purpose. When he returns to Heartslabyul, exhausted from studying but trying to hide his hard-on, he makes a beeline for the bathroom. Nearly ripping his belt off, biting his bottom lip as his hands make contact with his dick.

“This is all your fault—”

♡ DEUCE SPADE ���

LOSER #TWO

Definitely was aware of No Nut November, but didn’t really get the hype, nor were girls really attracted to him during his delinquent days. [He’s lying. Deuce had girls flocking to him in droves. He’s just oblivious] Deuce doesn’t really view himself as a sexual person until he met you. Unlike Ace, he’s taking it seriously. He’s gonna prove he has self-restraint and is better than Ace. Fails on the 2nd day, partly because he forgot, but also because you smiled at him. He won’t lie, but at the same time will dance around the topic for the rest of November. It’s pretty obvious to everyone he failed.

He swears he isn’t some sexual deviant. You’re just so kind and sweet, and a wonderful person. He can’t help himself. The thought doesn’t cross his mind’ til he’s already close. Laying on his side, his face shoves further into the fabric of your shirt. He lets out a choked groan, desperately fucking his fist. He’s already so close, might as well finish. You won’t ever know.

“... I’m sorry, [Name]...”

♡JACK HOWL ♡

LOSER #THREE

Let’s be honest. Jack knows and finds it annoying, like what’s the purpose? Will definitely participate when Ace makes fun of him for not being able to last. He’s competitive. Will act all high and mighty and honestly does well. I give him 15 days at most before he breaks. He most likely forgot the first 10 days, but then started to notice you a lot more, like the way your eyes seem to sparkle, and your laugh is something he can’t ignore. The next 5, he’s forcing himself through and is becoming mad grumpy, cause well.

Says fuck it the moment he sees your skin that’s usually covered. [You showed him a portion of your stomach or bare legs, he’s going feral] Before you can say a thing, Jack is already gone, deciding that he’d be unable to walk into his dorm without drawing attention to himself, he’s deep in the forest. Leaning against a tree, imagining his hand is you. At Least he doesn’t have to clean up much. He’s slightly guilty for the next few days, but won’t tell you, but you will see an influx of gifts.

“This is so embarrassing…”

♡ EPEL FELMIER ♡

LOSER #FOUR

Almost as loud as Ace, with his bragging. Especially with just your friend's group, no Vil or Rook in sight. He’s letting his country accent fly, with not a damn care. It’s a little funny and cute. Don’t say that to his face. I’m gonna make an educated guess and say he definitely needs to bust it at least once a day. He gets even worse after meeting you, often disappearing into the bathroom, but who needs it for 20 minutes on average? I don’t know what’s worse, Ace bragging and losing the 1st day. Or Epel hyping himself up, only for you to mention how hot he is.

He’s already leaking. He sits on the toilet seat of your bathroom, rubbing his nose against your damp shower towel, squeezing his eyes shut, pumping his dick desperately. You name tumbles from his lips, muffled and desperate. He compares succeeding NNN to being a stronger man, and most definitely falls the 1st hour of making his bet. Will ask Jack hypotheticals, and he’s just like, ‘I don’t know, man’. Similar to Deuce, he will jump around the topic, or suddenly switch up. Saying NNN is dumb. Like bffr.

“No Nut November iz dumb! No, I didn’ fail, ya jerk”

♡ SEBEK ZIGVOLT ♡

ONLY WINNER

Now, I know what you are thinking. Ain’t no way. Sebek is loud and most likely has announced his displeasures with NNN. It’s childish. Uncouth. For the dumb and ignorant. Wait—you think it’s funny and cool? He guesses he can try, and will publicly and I mean publicly announce his plans to win. And he will. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his challenges. Sebek is a knight in training and has amazing self-control. And last half the month without trouble, the other half, he’s just missing. You see him in all his classes, but he’s avoiding you like the plagues.

He is giving his all to winning. The moment December 1st strikes, he’s acting a damn fool. Fucking his hand, bed, blankets, anything and everything, cause cumming once just isn’t enough. He’s gonna casually NOT, will do a fucking public service announcement about his winnings. Gods, he’s embarrassing. Will not shut up. Please say you’re proud of him.

“Of course I won. As Lord Malleus Knight—”

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[girlbossblackbeard]

S2 TRAILER ANALYSIS WITH 1 BILLION SCREENSHOTS

obligatory warning that this post is gonna be SOOOOOOOOOOOOO foolishly long and rambling with all my silly little theories and thoughts and if you ALSO have silly little theories and thoughts you should ABSOLUTELY share them here please!!!! we can clown so much harder when our cacophonous honking harmonizes!!!!!!!

NOW ONTO THE POST (putting it under a read more so tumblr doesn't literally explode):

-the revenge looks BUSTED AF: i don't know if this is from general disrepair when ed is in his kraken era or if she was in a battle but her sails are all dirty in the opening shot of the trailer, and later we see stede on her deck with tattered sails and ropes everywhere, AND i'm like 99% sure that the shot of buttons ziplining from one ship to another is him going from the Chinese warfleet ship to the revenge, which i'm guessing is essentially stuck bc the sails are so torn they would never be able to catch the wind strongly enough to move her. I also wonder if the shot of roach shooting a canon at something is him shooting a canon at her since we had all those allusions to her exploding from samba, vico, and david on twitter all those months ago

-stede's earring: he DOES NOT HAVE THE EARRING when we see him lying on the deck next to roach and sighing dramatically nor does he have it during his conversation with Olu about stede dumping him, but he DOES have the earring in later shots like the beach english fight and when he's talking about being a failure his whole life which means WE WILL GET TO SEE STEDE GET HIS EAR PIERCED!!!!!!!!!! we'll get to see him make the decision to look even hotter and who knows who does the piercing for him idk!!!!!! @sluterastede had a dastardly beautiful thought in her brain about ed giving stede the piercing and stede making groaning noises and izzy once again thinking they're flapping their jacks right there on the deck in front of god and everybody!!!!!

-stede is spilling his heart out ("i let him down. i should've just told him how i feel") to susan on her ship (you can tell it's her by the long hair)

-interesting that there's a drawing of a donkey next to ed's wanted poster considering s1 had the line "a rich donkey is still a donkey". also i can't really read what the surrounding posters say other than "WANTED 20 GUINEAS". is this in the republic of pirates?

-stede says "i will find him" meaning ed may be actively avoiding stede at the beginning of the season???? (or the basic laws of travel physics have finally caught up to them)

-"look, captain, you know blackbeard's gonna murder you" i just think it's interesting that Olu is referring to him as blackbeard again even though ed told everyone in his pink robe era to call him ed. like it makes sense that he'd say blackbeard considering ed is on a rampage but it just made my brain wheels start spinning

-the Kraken crew are eating cake :)

-ed is holding a torch while letting the storm rain down on him: i don't think the laugh we hear is his because i don't think his mouth is even open during that slow-mo shot

-STEDE with a TEAR in his EYE as he says "i think i hurt him pretty bad"

-ed sobbing on the floor while the little bride cake topper is next to his head

-ed choking on the weed smoke i'm ACTUALLY crying, but also: where the fuck is ed when he's sitting in the chair smoking??? i thought it was on deck at first bc above his head is really dark and it looks like the lanterns we see on the deck of the revenge but there's a chandelier too?? it might be whatever shop Anne Bonny and her friend "you two know each other?" run bc behind ed in that chair is just a bunch of random furniture and a chandelier like we see when ed and stede are at the market. in fact, i think ed is smoking with Anne Bonny because I think that's her hand in the corner of that shot:

-"no more booze, no more drugs, and no more _____" not sure what the end of that sentence could be but we know that the "stede" that was put in there is NOT what he actually says!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-"you two know each other?" now hold on a sec because it kinda sounds like stede met Anne Bonny and Co. separately from Ed/before that market scene (maybe in the teaser clip of Anne on Stede's lap??) WHAT IF WE GET THE AITA SCENARIO WHERE ED AND STEDE TELL PEOPLE ABOUT THEIR VERSION OF EVENTS AND NO ONE REALIZES THEY'RE TALKING ABOUT EACH OTHER UNTIL THAT MOMENT BC THEY'RE BOTH SO BIASED ABOUT ONE ANOTHER

-the evil guy definitely got his nose sliced off by Jackie. good for her :D I also don't think the evil guy is Hornigold, i'm still holding onto my theory that the man in the white rags we saw in the teaser and this trailer is hornigold's "ghost" that ed needs to contend with to find his inner peace or whatever a la stede with nigel's "ghost". but i DO think the evil guy is the rich prince dude from that leaked audition tape from rhys's friend. if memory serves, the guy wants to buy his way into the pirate lifestyle but he's pompous and entitled which makes him reckless. based off the production stills we also got today, he still had a nose when he went into Spanish Jackie's...but i don't think he leaves with one. so because he gets butthurt over invading a space that was NOT meant for him and faces the consequences of purposely disobeying their customs, he defects to the english navy and goes on a rampage against all piracy, very MRA energy :/ also, later izzy says to him "you don't know the first thing about piracy" which would further support that this guy just tried to buy his way in

-izzy gets an honest-to-god pegleg but he doesn't start the season off with it because we see him in several shots with both legs, like the wedding raid and swordfighting stede on the beach. unsure if he loses it due to infection from the toe situation or if he gets shot in the knee like i've seen some posts talk about, but @sluterastede mentioned that one of the leaked audition tapes for archie included dialogue about an amputation so maybe that character has to uh. Get Her Roach On

-as i mentioned before with the teaser analysis, izzy is clearly training stede for something and now im guessing it's the english but like we kinda knew that !

-olu is in a bar fight??

-THE "ED GETS CAUGHT IN A BUCKET ON A ROPE DURING THE STORM AND GOES OVERBOARD" THEORY IS OUT. THE "ED TIES HIMSELF TO A MF BIG ASS ROCK AND JUMPS OFF A GOD DAMN CLIFF TO GO ON SOME SOUL-SEARCHING JOURNEY UNDER THE SEA" THEORY IS IN. and what the FUCK is the rag man doing with ed up on that cliff hello?????? if my theory is correct and that is in fact hornigold's ghost or whatever, what advice or harmful shit is he saying that makes ed do that?????????????????????? but do note the large rock with the rope around it in the first pic

-the revenge crew is blowing up SOMETHING on the side of a building. maybe to cause a distraction or gain access inside the building? is it the side of Spanish Jackie's?? also hiiiiiiii lucius <3

-"our entire escape relies on this" i'm just assuming they're trying to escape from the english bc that seems to be the Big Bad of the season??

-not plot related but during the rope swinging training session izzy slaps stede on the ass and makes this face (sir??????):

>he also has his pegleg here so their mentorship may ramp up after izzy is out of commission for hand-to-hand combat. maybe izzy was supposed to have a larger fighting role alongside ed in defeating the english but once he became incapacitated he realized he would need to train someone else up for the job so ed would be sufficiently protected. but it also had to be someone izzy knew would be willing to die for ed to save his life if it came to that, just like izzy would

-"i've been a failure my whole life. it's not so bad once you get used to it" is stede talking to ed here? is that ed's hair in the corner of the frame??

>side note: as mentioned above, stede also has his earring by this point!!

-"you're going through that 'if i was a regular dude' phase" first of all, SPANISH JACKIE AND EDWARD TEACH BEST FRIENDS TRUTHERS RISE UP. second, why would ed be considered a regular dude now?? how did he lose his reputation? did he willingly give it up or was it taken from him? is this permanent or just temporary? or did he fake his own death with the cliff and the rock thing so he could retire and live a more normal life?? the swede doesn't seem scared of him at all in the final clip from the trailer, straight up asking him if he's poor and going "back to basics". of course, that could just be a power trip from being one of Jackie's newest husbands (or at least her waitstaff)

-possibly totally minor/just a continuity error thing, but: ed has a red ring. we saw it in s1 as he picks up the rather fine cashmere and we see it as ed dramatically drapes himself across the ship's helm with his head on his hand. we do not see it in the scene where he's smoking (see above) or the scene where he's talking to the rabbit. now, if you'll allow me a little bit of clownery for a moment, red has been explicitly coded in this show to be a symbol of love/the heart, especially as it pertains to edward like his red silk scarf as a metaphor for his heart in s1. what if. what if he. gave the red ring (his heart) to. SomeOne. because.....................because his heart belongs to st--[GUNSHOTS]

-olu, jim, and archie with garlic around their necks and making a cross with their fingers - clearly they think someone is a vampire on the ship. @sluterastede proposed it could be izzy, especially if he's on the brink of death due to an infection and frenchie managed to spread his superstitions to other people on the ship!

-THIS FUCKIN GUY. WHO ARE YOU??? it seems like he kidnaps stede and his crew and throws a party on the ship and drugs the drinks which is why everyone is kinda tripping/laughing in some parts. but then everyone gets tied down (stede to the mast, wee john's hands get squished, olu and roach's heads get squished, and jim and archie's feet get secured to the ship's railing i think??). also that wide shot is definitely the rando dude hitting some shrill high note at the same moment the revenge crew cry out in pain from all the squishing (except maybe jim and archie - they might just be laughing at the others bc they're badasses and this pain is nothing). also don't know what the guy is looking at when we first see him but im thinking maybe it's a wanted poster of stede and he's looking at the description of the gentleman pirate to confirm it's the dude right in front of him/that he's captured?? also i think roach is wearing flowers from the drug party in his apron when he fires that canon, so maybe he's tripping too and shoots a canon?? i need a prayer circle for the revenge's safety at this time

-stede has a bullet hole???????????????? did ed fucking shoot him in the heart?????????????????????????? he also notably does NOT have the earring in this scene but he does have the sexy stiddies (blue) shirt like we see in the other shot where he DOES have the earring. maybe this weirdo dude pierces stede's ear bc he thinks stede needs to look more piratey?? or stede gets absolutely sloshed (or drugged) and gets his ear pierced idk !!! maybe jim does it bc they're effortlessly cool and has a bunch of ear piercings!!!

-idk if this is a coincidence or not but i'm pretty sure stede in his training scenes with izzy is wearing the clothes he wore in that final shot of s1 as he rows to find the crew on the island (white linen shirt, dark pants, brown belt and boots). so either costume changes are happening later in the season, they're reusing outfits like normal people do, or the training montage happens extremely early on in the season

-so originally with the teaser trailer i thought ed falling in the water was followed by the shot of ed coming out of the water on the beach. i don't know if i fully believe that anymore because ed is NOT wearing his jacket on the cliff (see above), but he IS wearing it as he comes up out of the water, so either it's two different events and ed just spends a lot of time in the water this season or he puts his jacket on before jumping off the cliff

-ed his holding his right side as he slashes that dude on the beach so he definitely got hurt in battle but i hope it's not him getting stabbed bc ur supposed to cleverly take the sword on the left where all the unimportant bits are :(((

-I VERY STRONGLY BELIEVE that the person in the scene where stede turns around and shoots his gun into the air and everyone else on deck suddenly draws their weapons against that person is our boy lucius!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's wearing a beret?????????? @sluterastede proposed that lucius got picked up by the english navy after getting thrown overboard and that's why we see him in the english navy garb (which we later see frenchie in too?? i believe an infiltration fuckery is afoot). also the fact that the shot immediately after this one is of Black Pete doing a happy little fist pump which i'm choosing to interpret as a cute little easter egg symbolizing Pete gets reunited with his love. i also also also believe lucius is in the shot of buttons about to zipline from one ship to the other. i missed him :')

-okay i know i said in an earlier post that stede running across the beach was romantic but i changed my mind and i think izzy is just making stede do cardio as part of his training lol. his outfit matches the one he's wearing when swordfighting izzy in that earlier wideshot and i think he even still has the scarf belt and the full beard in both scenes (explained at the end of this post via production stills) so maybe they have an honest to god training montage that takes course over several days and we get an incredible 80s powerballad to play on top of it while stede thinks of ed to motivate him or whatever. david jenkins hire me to help write season 3 i have ideas

-i think jim is behind stede as he breaks into the weirdly religious room we saw in the teaser when stede punches that guy??

-ed is pretty bloodied in the shot of stede leaning over him and saying VERY worriedly "ed????" so my theory is that ed got hurt in battle or he was taken captive by the Chinese warfleet and stede was worried he was grievously injured. however, once ed comes to and realizes who's kneeling over him, he gets pissed and headbutts stede because he's still mad at him for breaking his heart, and maybe his hands are restrained/his body is too weak so he can't push stede away. or maybe they had to begrudgingly work together on some mission and stede fucked it up and ed got hurt so he's mad about that idk!! ALSO HE'S WEARING THE CRAVAT HELLO

-ed in buttons's shirt looking so PEACEFUL what the HELL. obviously it's from the same general time as him being in Spanish Jackie's when she's talking to him about being a regular dude and later when the swede asks him if he's poor addkjfajdfhlkefh i fucking love this show and its writing so much. but ed says "no, i'm just trying something different man >:/" so i wonder if this is ed at the end of s2 or if this is more towards the middle as he's still in the thick of his healing journey. maybe buttons teaches ed about meditation and/or the tai chi he practiced with the Chinese warfleet crew??

-the BTS production still of ed with his "trust no one" tattoo also features what i believe is the treasure chest we see jim carrying off the ship in the shot where fang is smashing two dudes' heads together!

-i also think the BTS production still of stede with the beard is early on in ep 1 because he has a full beard (that im hoping someone on the revenge bullies him into shaving off to the scruff we see in the rest of the promo materials) and ALSO because he's wearing a long red scarf around his waist, which we never see again in any of the other promo material - except, however, around his neck as a makeshift cravat:

>it's the same exact material and everything! my guess is he gets his ass handed to him in a fight (maybe against izzy??) and his scarf belt gets destroyed, so he repurposes the shredded fabric into his necktie

-there's literal gold bars in the background of this production still lmao the kraken crew got BUSY during ed's goth era

>speaking of, the fucking hair dye dripping down izzy's forehead in this production still:

*sad clown noises*

in conclusion:

WE'RE BACK BABEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

anyway that's my second dissertation on less than 2 minutes of content that turned out to be quite literally 6 pages long :)

[callme-holly]

hey!! I was wondering if you could do 37 (resting their head on the other’s chest) with curly?

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 [curly shepard x reader]

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - simply relaxing with curly shepard 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - y'all i think i'm finally back into my decent content era?? Idk but this feels pretty good to me 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.1k words 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - talk of fighting, slight injury detail

The living room is relatively quiet, the low buzz of static from the busted TV filling the space around you, some sort of late night commercials that you have no interest in watching, playing on screen. The air smells faintly of stale cigarette smoke, but then again, the Shepard house always does, and it’s a scent you’d grown accustomed to after all the nights spent here. 

You lay sprawled out on the old, beaten couch, the fabric worn after years of use and lack of care, your head resting back against the couch cushions, your attention focused on the boy lying on top of you. Your fingers trail through his curls, which are for once washed free of grease, the strands soft and still slightly damp, drawing the occasional low hum from him. His head is pillowed on your chest, arms circled around your middle, holding you close. 

There’s a fresh bruise, deep and purple, blossoming on one side of his face, and if the subtle indentations in his skin are anything to go by, you have no doubt that the person who left the mark was adorned with rings. 

“You doing alright, Curls?” you ask gently, tracing patterns into the curve of his shoulder blade, keeping your touch light.

Curly shrugs in response, the fabric of his shirt rustling at the action as he lifts his head, deep blue eyes meeting yours. “Yeah… Nothin’ I ain’t had before.” He pauses, his smile wry as he leans in to press a quick kiss to your lips, before turning away again. “Takes a lot more than a few scratches to put me down.” 

Silence falls over the room once more, heavy with unspoken questions on your part and vague dismissals on his. You’re well aware that Curly thrives off of fighting and lives for the adrenaline rush it gives him and the thrill of being the centre of something bigger than himself. The danger is what drives him, what keeps him constantly on edge and alert, and what brings out a sense of stress and anxiety in you that you just can’t seem to suppress.

“I wish you wouldn't fight so much.” It’s a sentence you’ve said countless times before, so much so that it might as well be an everyday refrain, a phrase you know has nothing but an endless repetitiveness to it, yet always seems to fall on deaf ears. You never get any response other than silence, perhaps a smart comment if you’re lucky, or a lingering kiss to no doubt silence any further conversation. Either way, you never really expect an answer, and when you don't get one this time around, you can't say you're surprised. Curly simply tucks his face away into your chest once more, head nudging your hand absently in a silent attempt at getting you to continue trailing your fingers through his hair. 

You oblige without much complaint, continuing to scratch lightly until his muscles relax under your ministrations, the tension bleeding away slowly. You shift slightly, pulling one of Curly’s arms tighter around you and tugging yourself up to lean against the armrest, the cushions shifting under your weight. Curly doesn’t respond, but he shifts as you do, pressing a feather-light kiss to your collarbone and then another to your throat, and you can't help the small laugh that bubbles out of you, your fingers pausing in their slow motion as they move through tangles and twists of black curls.

“You really gotta stop that,” you murmur quietly, not entirely meaning it, a smile curving at the corners of your mouth. “If Tim catches you, he’ll think you’ve gone soft.” 

That earns you a low chuckle against your skin, Curly nuzzling into the crook of your neck, each breath he takes deep and steady. “Never  gonna happen. Besides, he's too busy chasing skirts to bother with us.” A lazy grin flickers across his features, his lips brushing softly along your jawline before moving upwards until they meet yours. “So long as I stay outta trouble, he leaves me alone.” He draws back, letting his head fall to your chest once more, his hands finding their way beneath your shirt, resting lightly on your bare midriff. 

You hum noncommittally in response, content enough to simply lay there and listen to him talk, a fine way of getting the last of his energy out and to put a stop to the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Curly is a talker, even more so when he’s tired, and his ramblings often lead to sleep-slurred sentences, barely strung together and barely coherent. 

You can sense that that’s the stage you're nearing now—the exhaustion weighing his body down and slowing his speech, his mind becoming increasingly fuzzy. You reach up to brush a lock of hair from his forehead, your thumb ghosting across his brow and the small scar that mars it, subtle to most but easy to notice to someone such as yourself, who has spent hours admiring every little detail and imperfection that makes up Curly Shepard. 

“We should probably head to your room.” Your voice is soft, barely above a whisper, and you feel Curly’s hand tighten on your waist, almost like he’s preparing himself to stand but isn't sure where to go from there. “Tim won’t be happy if we both pass out on the couch. And you said Angela has her boyfriend over tonight, remember?” 

Curly nods silently against you, letting out an almost exasperated sigh as he lifts his head again to look at you, eyes searching yours briefly. His brow furrows, and he tilts his head slightly, frowning. “And that means we have to move because...” he trails off, waiting for you to give an answer that satisfies him enough to even consider moving. 

Your fingers smooth through his hair once more, a gentle motion that’s only half intentional at this point, but he closes his eyes and leans into it regardless. 

“Because then you’ll be able to sleep without interruption.” You say simply, knowing that that will be enough to make the gears turn in his head. A small, almost agitated huff escapes him, and he shifts to sit up slowly, looking down at you through tired, hooded eyes. There’s a moment of hesitation where neither of you speak, and then he lets his shoulders droop, defeated by your logic, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. 

“Does that mean you’ll stay the night?” He murmurs, and you smile, leaning your forehead against his for a second longer.

“Yeah, I suppose I can stick around.” You reply softly, and you’re rewarded with a bright grin that rivals the sun itself.

[bullet-prooflove]

How bout Carlton Lassiter from Psych?

51. Didn't know I needed help.

I would love to see it, he was the reason found your blogs.

No one wrote for Lassiter cue me being tortured and then with the mercy of the universe finally finding an angel like you who writes for Carlton.

Much love!!

MUAH! LOVE YOUR CONTENT!

Tagging: @elefrog25-blog @ineedbrainbleach @secretsquirrelinc @kmc1989

Companion piece to:

Seasons Change - You and Lassiter get to know each other a little better, leading to a revelation.

Coffee - Carlton knows something wrong from the way you take your coffee that morning.

No Right - Carlton gets himself busted back down to patrol for defending you.

Wait It Out - Carlton think he may be more invested than you are.

There’s blood on your hands, you can see the flecks of it embedded in your skin as you stand before the mirror in Carlton’s bathroom, the shower running in the background. You close your eyes and you can still see Henry Spencer lying there, feel his life force seeping through your fingers as you attempt to stifle the bleeding.

“Bunny…” Carlton says and it brings you back to the present, back to the steam filled bathroom and your blurry reflection. “Let me help you.”

For a second you don’t know what he means but then he begins to unbutton your blouse and you see the crimson stains soaked into it as it flutters to the floor. He’s careful as he undresses you, his gentle hands peeling away the fabric until you stand before him naked, streaks of red decorating your skin.

He guides you into the shower, stepping inside still clad in his shirt, the sleeves rolled up his forearms, and black suit trousers. He picks up a wash cloth, lathering it with soap before he gently begins to clean away the blood that stains your body. He waits until the water runs clear before he turns it off, he wraps you in the softest towel before he draws you into the bedroom. You sit down on the edge of the bed as he pulls out one of your pyjama sets from his chest of drawers.

“No.” You say quietly as he tucks it back into the dresser. “I want to wear something of yours.”

Being around Carlton, wearing his clothes, it gives you a sense of security, of stability. You need that now that your world has been turned upside down, you need his strength, his fortitude.

“Whatever you need Bunny.” Carlton says as he pulls one of his t-shirts from the cabinet. “Whatever you need.”

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[quitealotofsodapop]

Had a thought, can't ignore it.

Imagine the Noodle Gang doing a bit of clean up around FFM (could be pretty much any au but im thinking Slow Boiled or Century Egg simply because its been awhile) and come across some very interesting portraits. This is pre-season 4 and the whole Brotherhood incident so they have no clue about the Brotherhood even existing, which makes it extra embarrassing for Wukong when the kids come across an image of him as a cub wearing the extremely adorable little tiger skirt outfit and yellow bonnet he had in his Brotherhood days. If it's Slow Boiled then Mei is absolutely delighted to see Wukong as a cub because she's so adorable!! In Century Egg au it's primarily the adults reacting, but they think it's cute too. Like seeing someone's baby pictures

truth I need to give some of my other aus some love

but yeah; younger Wukong was adorable

The little yellow head wrapping looks like it's containing long hair which is really cute. Also he's already rocking a tiger-skin skirt XD

The timeline implies this is around when he just left Subodhi, and now I'm thinking that he's default outfit in the FFM troupe was literally tiger skin and yellow headwear.

Now I'm imagining the paintings of Wukong when he was just a cub - likely done by one of the Stalwarts or another troupe member. Just a ball of orange fluff wearing a yellow bonnet or bow to keep his hair out of his eyes. At least one has him as a freshly-hatched baby with a butterfly perched on his nose.

The Noodle Gang are "aww-ing" so hard that the Monkey King starts blushing with embarrassment. Macaque gets an evil smile on his face and shows off some older cave drawings he did personally; chibi-like recreations of him and Wukong as cubs. The aww-ing and laughter gets louder. Wukong is furiously embarrassed.

If Mei is there, she's taking photos of the paintings with her phone. Or barring her; her parents.

Macaque: "And you know what his name was before it was Sun Wukong? Xiǎo-Shíhóu [little stone monkey]. Sometimes the elders just called him Shíhóu [stone monkey]." The Noodle Gang: "Aww!!" Tang: "I knew it!" Wukong, little annoyed: "Seriously guys? It was in the book!" Tang: "Yeah but most people assume it was just a descriptor." Sandy: "What about you Mr McQuack? What was your baby name?" Macaque, suddenly defensive: "Nothing. It's always been "Liu'er Mihou" [Six Eared Macaque]." Wukong, sly smile: "Is that true my dearest Yuè Huā [moon flower]?" Macaque: (*splutters with a blush on his face*) The Noodle Gang: "Aww!" Pigsy: "Oh, 'cus of your baby fur being white. Makes sense." Wukong: "And 'cus he came from the moon." Pigsy: "...What?"

You know if photographs were a thing, there'd be an ungodly amount of baby Wukong photos lying around. Chang'e may even have a few baby paintings of Macaque lying around her lunar home. She busts them out when the gang are visiting (after Wukong brings them up) and Macaque gets a taste of his own medicine. >:3

[bugs013]

“Bruises? Really?”

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem!reader

Not my pics/gif

Warnings- a bit of suggestive content but no smut, kissing, hickeys, Reader is short tempered, i believe that’s all but correct me if i missed anything!

A/N- this is a part two of “she’s my girlfriend.” It’s better if you read it first! This is kinda short but this will become a series so stay tuned for a part three!

“Guess who’s ungrounded!” You said, walking up to Janis and Damian who were sitting at the tree the three of you normally sat at. “What? How? I thought you were grounded for two weeks?” Janis asks confused but happy. “I was but i got an A in my calculus class finally so mom and dad agreed i can be ungrounded early.” You said as you sat down next to Janis, getting a kiss on the cheek from her as you did. “You got an A? Who’d you cheat off of babe?” Damian says, partially joking though he had a point, you didn’t normally get A’s unless Janis helped you, which she always does of course. You roll your eyes playfully. “Oh shut up.” He laughs. “So i can come over after school?” Janis buts in. “Of course!” You say happily, Janis hadn’t been able to come over since you got grounded. “Great!” You kissed her then rest your head on her shoulder as you watch her draw.

~~~~

You and Janis have been at your house for a few hours, you did some homework together first just to get it out of the way before then you cuddled up and watched movies, the innocent cuddle time slowly turned into a steamy make out session.

A few hickeys start to form on your neck as Janis sucks and bites her way down to your collarbone, it wasn’t until your shirt was halfway off when you suddenly heard. “Y/N?” Your moms voice shouted as she was almost to your door. Shit she was home already? Both yours and Janis eyes widened before Janis quickly hopped off of you and got back in her starting position next to you as you fixed your clothes. “Hey Y/N- oh hey Janis.” Your mom spoke as she walked through the door. “Hi.” Janis says quietly, both your breathing still a bit shaky. “Me and your dad are going out so you’re alone tonight, money for pizza is on the counter alright?” She says before she the notices the marks on your neck, she squints. “Did you get in a fight again?” She asks sternly. “Huh? What no?” She walks over and points at your neck, your heart skipped a beat, realizing what she meant. “Oh- OH, it’s bruises, from the fight with Regina? Remember?” You said nervously. “It’s been a week and some days, they’re still there?” You shrug. “I guess some take longer than others to go away.” She gave a confused look but just shakes her head and tells the two of you good night before leaving.

Janis busts out laughing the minute your mom was gone. “Bruises? Really?” She laughed. “That’s the most cliché excuse ever!” You rolled your eyes and shove her playfully. “Oh shut up, it’s your fault you can’t stay off of me.” She laughs before laying back on top of you again and kissing you. “Well sorry I’ve missed you, you know you missed me too.” She smirks. You grin up at her. “Of course i missed you.” You kiss her. “Now keep going.” You say with a smirk. She smirks back. “Hm, what do you say?” “Please?” You say, pulling her closer if it’s even possible. “Mhm, you’re lucky i need you as much as you need me.” She says then goes right back to where she left off.

~~~~

“She’s such a bitch.” You said, glaring at Regina from down the hall. “Girl, you better relax before Janis-” Damian starts before he’s interrupted by Janis. “Before Janis what?” Your eyes snap over to hers and she can already tell something is up. “What happened?” She said, standing in front of you now. “Nothing, i’m fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Yeah good luck, i’m out!” Damian said then walked away. “Baby come on, we said no lying remember?” You sighed. “It’s Regina.” “What happened? Did she do something? Say something?” You glanced at the blonde before looking back at your girlfriend again. “She saw me in the bathroom last period. She was just being her annoying self and i was so tempted but i didn’t touch her or even speak to her.” Janis looked a little surprised. “You didn’t even speak to her? Really? Not a single word?” You shrug. “I made my tongue bleed a bit from biting down on it but i still managed to keep it under control.” “Wow,” She hugs you tightly and kisses you. “I’m proud of you.” You laughed a bit. “Proud of me? Babe it’s not that serious.” “No, no hush because it’s very serious! You kept your anger under control and that’s a big step for you! I’m so proud of you love!” You roll your eyes but that doesn’t stop your smiling, you liked hearing her say she was proud of you, you didn’t hear that often so it felt really nice. “Now come on, let’s go to lunch, it’s pizza day!” She said taking your hand.

Lunch went by pretty normally until suddenly a new girl walked into the cafeteria, the poor girl walked around and tried to find somewhere to sit but failed, she ends up going to the bathroom and hiding in a bathroom stall. The three of you share a certain look before you silently decide to get up and go get the girl.

As you walked into the bathroom Janis looked under the stalls until she saw the one she was in. Damian knocks on the door. “You ok in there?” “Uh, yeah?” Cady says. “‘Cause we’re afraid you’re either doing drugs or having a toilet baby.” The door opens and Cady sees the three of you standing in front of the door. “Hi! I’m Janis!” Janis says with a smile and Cady gives a little awkward smile. “This is Damian, he’s almost too gay to function.” “But i push through, i manage.” Damian says. “And this is Y/N, my girlfriend, she’s nice just don’t get on her bad side.” You nod with a light smile. Cady smiles a bit back at the three of you. “You’re…Cady right?” “It’s Cady.” She corrects Janis pronunciation. “Yeah i’m gonna call you Cady.” The three of you then walk out and Cady follows behind.

The now four of you stand in the cafeteria, you Janis and Damian take turns explaining the different clicks when finally the last one was left. “And, who’s at that table?” Cady asks looking at the plastics table. “Oh no no no, we call them the plastics ‘cause they’re shiny, fake and hard.” Damian explained. “Yeah, that’s Gretchen Wieners, she knows everything about everybody.” Janis states pointing at the girl. “That’s why her hairs so big,” Damian starts and you lean in and whisper dramatically with air quotes knowing what Damian would say next. “It’s full of secrets.” Damian narrowed his eyes are you for stealing his line and you just laugh, Janis shakes her head at the two of you. “And that’s Karen Shetty, she’s the dumbest person you’ll ever meet.” “One time i saw her put a d in the word orange.” Damian adds. “Now what table do you fit at?” You said, you kinda just wanted to go back to normal, having a new person in the group just felt odd to you, it’s always been you, Janis and Damian, that’s just how it was. “Can i just sit with you guys?” Cady asks which shocked all of you, you looked at Janis and Damian who shared the same confused look as you. “I…I actually don’t know, we’ve never been asked that question before. Could she?” Janis says with a confused expression, you shrug and look at Damian, he didn’t say anything for a moment then he says. “We are very exclusive. But i think we can make an exception.” Cady smiles then of course Regina’s heels come click clacking into the cafeteria. You roll you eyes and walked over to your usual lunch table, Janis and Damian soon followed leaving Cady to meet the queen bee alone. “You,” Cady gives a confused look. “Yeah you, come here.” Cady looks back at the three of you, you kept your head down but Janis and Damian tried to usher Cady to stay but of course she went right on over to the plastics. You scoffed as you looked up to see Cady walking away. “Welp, she’s a lost cause.”

~~~~

Later that day you happened to get caught up in a classroom talking to a teacher about some dumb missing assignment you have. Janis texted and said her, Damian and Cady will be waiting outside for you. When you finally got out of the classroom you somehow ran into someone while texting Janis, odd because almost everyone was out if the school by now so who did you hit? “Excuse you?” Oh great. Regina George. You roll your eyes and started to walk away but she grabbed your arm, that pissed you off. “Leaving already?” You jerk your arm away. “Don’t touch me.” She smirks. “Aw why not, you love it, a pretty, popular girl like me touching a lesbian, freak like you? You’re probably hot for me huh Y/N?” Your blood boiled, you tried ,you really did, to take deep breaths and walk away but you couldn’t, you got in her face. “Ok you’re gonna listen to me and you’re gonna get this through your thick fucking skull. I hate you, i fucking hate your guts. You will leave me and my friends alone or i will break that pretty face of yours understood?” Regina couldn’t lie, that look in your eyes, the way your voice changed, it was kinda scary, though she tried to hide it, rolling her eyes. “Whatever, i do what i want.” She the walked away. You let out a sigh as she walked away, you honestly scared yourself sometimes.

“Babe! There you are, what took so long?” Janis says walking up to you and wrapping her arms around you. “Hey, just some missing work I’m supposed to get done.” You shrug. “It’s nothing.” Janis could tell something was up but she didn’t question it, yet.