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Wow. That could not have turned out worse.
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This comic will be on Holiday Hiatus this December and January! While on a cliffhanger? What a scam! >:/
#Chara finally realizes something is wrong....very wrong#And you get to see little Chara for all of 2 drawings. wow. You guys are so spoiled uwu#Asriel and Chara bbfs#finally out of that darn tootin' Darkworld! WE'VE BEEN THERE FOR 2 YEARS!!!#LORE TIME LORE TIME. I know Chara is very vague about it but player-human relationships are very personal.#it can be hard to talk about them if you've been possessed yourself. especially with some stigmas around it#chara just wanted a glass of water. why you gotta do this to em#I am so so so happy to get here#the full excitement has faded since I first thought up this scene but It's still one hell of an accomplishment#YOU GUYS HAVE NO IDEA how many times I reworked this and how many rough drafts I've thrown out the window because of it.#tbh. I may post the 10+ rough pages that will never see the light of day#Im glad I didnt go through with that scrapped plot bc It was too many unneeded pages. I've learned to start condensing in a better way#I am also planning on showing off my Patreon soon :) so I'll be posting complete scrapped story lines over there#deltarune chara timeline#deltarune#utdr#deltarune chara timeline comic#art#my art#bread#chara#asriel#saloon darkworld#darkworld#deltarune au#college chara#college asriel
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carlos with a breastfeeding kink is something i did not know i needed 😵💫 i just know it turns him on so much to be walking outside with you and suddenly your t-shirt starts getting wet…… just imagine panicking when you start lactating but its okay cause he’s there to guide you every step of the way…….. and if he can help with the excess milk then it’s all for you of course 😵💫😵💫😵💫
WELCOME DEAR ANON.. WELCOME 🤭 trust me.. it’s not something i’ve ever written about before but it’s peaked my interest for a long time.. maybe now is time to indulge if i have some takers?? 👀
drabble below about this<3
god, he LOVES it when it happens in public, because he loves watching you all embarrassed that your body is doing things you didn’t expect it to do. carlos isn’t slick, either, often throws you a thin shirt to wear if you’re going out with him.. the thinner it is, the easier it is to leak.
and when it starts, your face is flushed and you instinctively raise your hands to your tits, covering it. carlos pulls your hands away though, tutting quietly in your ear. “cariño, you can’t do that in public. are you trying to draw the attention of other guys, huh?”
and of course not! you’d never do that when you know you’re destined to be with carlos!! so you get a little panicked and upset and oh.. carlos’ pants are tightening even more now. the sight of you so embarrassed, crying over something he is the cause of. it’s delicious, he craves it.
so he takes you into a shop, finding the bathrooms and pushing you inside as he locks the door. you don’t have time to question him, he’s already dragging your shirt over you, and you whine loudly from your sensitive nipples being teased with the t-shirt, and now being exposed to the cold air.
his hands are instantly on your fuller tits, squeezing softly as you whine in response. you tilt your head back, swallowing thickly as you revel in the feeling of carlos’ warm hands on your aching tits. you feel his thumbs run along your nipples, and your legs shake from the amount of pleasure it causes.
“i can help you princesa, you know that. you just need to ask me nicely.. so go on.”
and you’re begging. all you can say is please and carlos for the most part, sometimes able to slip in little i need you’s and that’s what wins him over. you need him, your mind is wired to think he is the only man who can help this mysterious issue, when deep down— it’s all his fault.
he coos at your pleas, beginning to squeeze your tits a little harder, thumbs teasing your nipples until they’re leaking even more, the milk falling from them as you’re left to whine and moan desperately for the release, hoping your full tits don’t start swelling again anytime soon.
but.. this is carlos. big, bad wolf carlos sainz. who’s to say he fully helps you out? because i think.. he leaves you around 3/4 if the way done. tells you that he’ll continue when you’re home, and that he’ll personally clean up all the milk when
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SO 🙏 MUCH 🙏 FEELS 🙏 AND 🙏 YELLING 🙏
#twisted wonderland#twst chap 7 spoilers#twst spoilers#twisted wonderland spoilers#vil schoenheit#rook hunt#I yelled so much at MukiMukiEpel that I forgot to take a screen LOL#PomFam#Are we gonna go back through EACH PREVIOUS CHAPTER??#And wake up all the NRC people to beat the hell out of Malleus??#(and resolve Overblot therapy)#cause that would be FREAKING AWESOME#OMG THIS ONE WAS FABULOUS#POMFAM FTW#They’re truly the best dorm aaaaaaa#EPEL YOU GREW SO MUCH AND BEAUTIFULLY#I’M SO PROUD OF YOU LITTLE APPLE#ROOK#DAMN ROOK#WISHING FOR NEIGE AND VIL BEING BBF#DIIDFJFJDJD DUDE#WE SEE YOU#AND WHERE IS THAT OBNOXIOUS ACTOR VIL SSR?#I WANT HIM AAAAA#[inhales]#I need to lay on the cold floor and gather my scattered feelings
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You are doing doodle requests? Pls do riju and zelda just being besties. I need this
Had to stop what I was currently working on to quickly make this,,, they’re having a tea party (Riju is telling stories about Link)
Thanks for the great request, I might revisit these two as friends alpin a future post, they’re cute
I love love love doing doodle requests
#art#drawing#legend of zelda#zelda fanart#digital art#fanart#zelda#princess zelda#botw#totk#totk Zelda#riju#lady riju#totk riju#botw riju#loz#bbfs#doodle#doodle requests#seal plush#tea party#my art#ask
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Sofía Falcone killing her entire family as revenge for gaslighting her, locking her up, and driving her insane because patriarchy, but making sure to save the little girl and ensure she doesn’t see any of the slaughter, is everything that’s right in the world. Thanks to The Penguin for a female deuteragonist/antagonist who has the right to be angry and let herself be consumed by rage and vengeance without being condemned or judged as some exaggerated crazy woman—literally visual art.
#poetic cinema#sofia falcone my beloved#you broken queen#i want her to be my bbf#sofia falcone#the penguin hbo#the penguin#she’s so right#female rage is my cardio
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forgot i hadn't posted this one here yet :) enjoy the babies
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"and all the things that you never ever told me and all the smiles that'll ever everr. eevEERAWOW"
my chemical romance - ghost of you aol sessions
#I wanted to talk about this#you can't type out what this is so heres gerd#theres things gerard does in the aol sessions that I have to make note of#me and my bbf used to sing it like this ONLY#mcr aol sessions#from the lotms dvd#my chemical romance#mcr#gerard way#2005#revenge era
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Sauron killing Celebrimbor:
#my man looped thru the stages of grief like 14 times in those last mins#denial: nah he'll tell me where the rings are#anger: MOFO IMMA FUCK HIM UP#bargaining: look bro just tell me where they are & we can go back to being bbf#depression: ....maybe i didn't want to be the lord of the rings but lord of friendship instead#acceptance: fuck it - i'm the lord of the rings y'all!#the rings of power#rings of power#trop#rop#the rings of power spoilers#rings of power spoilers#trop spoilers#rop spoilers#the rings of power season two#the rings of power season 2#the rings of power s2#rings of power season 2#rings of power season two#rings of power s2#trop season 2#trop season two#trop s2#rop season two#rop season 2#rop s2#sauron#trop sauron#rop sauron#celebrimbor
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au in which the slots at the top gun are five and not four, so Cougar and Merlin are there at the same time as Maverick and Goose.
What happens is that while Mav is serenading Charlie at the O-Club, Slider is in the parking lot, putting Cougar on the ground with a single punch on the face and "Cortell, ten feet. If you're nine feet from him without a real reason, I'm going to make your life a living hell. Have I made myself clear?"
And if the next day the man is sporting a black eye and if Slider's knuckles are a little red than usual, nobody asks a question. Expect Mav, but for once, he has the tact of not going to either of them for an answer, but to Goose, who just says, "Bad history" without adding much. It makes Mav's skin crawl with the need to know.
#ron slider kerner#bill cougar cortell#pete maverick mitchell#does slider punches cougar bc of ice? YEP#bad history means you broke my bbf's heart and then proceeded to walk over him having the guts to invite him at your wedding and probably-#-shit talking about him because why not
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an opportunist
(part 1 to clandestined or the one where matty piques your interest.)
content: mentions of drugs and alcohol, no smut but heavy petting, matty’s insufferable, matty is also george’s best friend, slight age gap (3 years), and bending of irl timelines
a/n: special thanks to @hereyeswerefilledwiththestars for inspo and for letting me rattle my silly little ideas to you.
matty healy is nothing if not insufferable.
his very presence evokes a roll from your eyes and scoff from your lips nine times out of ten. he’s got an ego that often takes up all the air in the room. he’s always jumping down your throat, always has to be the one that wins every argument (you always give him a fight, though, never one to back down too easily), and always has to have the last word.
matty healy is insufferable. but he’s also your older brother, george’s best friend.
it started when you were thirteen. george had accumulated a new friend group and a new after-school hobby of playing the drums so loud you thought your ears were going to bleed. with george came matty by association, the boy a few years your senior and george’s best friend. he had curly hair and lanky limbs, and he always smelled a bit like weed when he would kiss you sweetly on the cheek and hug you hello. and when george tells your mum he’s joining a band and has to trek over to the healy residence five days a week, she tells him that he can go anywhere he wants so long as you go with him because realistically how much trouble can a group of teenage boys get into when there’s a thirteen-year-old thrown into the mix. in truth, the answer is a lot, but you were sworn to secrecy with a few crisp bills and the promise that when not if they make it big they’ll have a chapter dedicated to you in the tell-all book. it’s enough to keep your lips sealed, plus you get a place to go after school to kill time and get homework done. though george is begrudgingly dragging you along, matty never once batted an eyelash. he embraced your presence, welcomed your ideas, and made you feel special (all before joining in as the other guys held you down and shoved worms in your face until you cried and begged to go home). but you felt special, nonetheless.
matty healy is insufferable and your older brother’s best friend. but he’s also the long-term object of your desires.
while george slowly grew out of his distaste for your presence at band rehearsals and gigs and grew into the adoring and protective older brother you have now, matty planted his seeds in your brain. he was george’s friend first, but with that came the extension of him being another older brother figure to you. he was a good listener (when he wanted to be) and gave sound unbiased advice. when he spoke to you, he kept eye contact and made you feel like he was really listening (even if he wasn’t he was good at keeping up the charade). and when you would mindlessly ramble about some stupid boy in your science class or how much you hated the switch from lime to green apple skittles, he was good at making you feel like your opinion mattered- even if he would take the piss out of it all when you left. he made you blush when he complimented your hair or your outfit. and when the other guys would make fun of your heated cheeks and bashful gaze, matty wouldn’t join in. instead he would tell them to fuck off, and would flash you a cheeky smile. he was equal parts annoying and fascinating.
he’s always been the one, you’ve known that much since you were sixteen. you admit that to your roommates one night after a few glasses of wine and a conversation about lost loves. and though they tease you about it until your cheeks burn and you’re hiding your face in your hands. they tell you to go for it, to just bite the bullet and confess already. but that’s a loaded request. he’s matty, probably only seeing you as a direct extension of his best friend and you’re you, said direct extension that hasn’t been around recently due to the stress of work and classes. you haven’t realistically been in his presence since last christmas, you presume, minus all of the gigs you attended and george’s birthday party. it’s silly really. the way he still has you blushing and giddy all these years later. you chalk it up to the wine, though. especially when you’re scrolling through your socials later and see a few posts of matty belligerent on george’s story and it turns your stomach a bit. but people often mistake butterflies for moths, right?
you keep telling yourself that over and over as the brisk wind whips around you while you weave in and out of cars and you’re pulling your jacket tighter around your chest. the occasional horn blares at you, but you satiate it with a flip of your finger. you have places to go, people to see, drinks to consume and you’re running late. they have to be at least getting on stage for their set now, meaning you’ve missed the ceremonial pre-gig toke and you know you’re going to get the stink eye from all of them for it. the four of them, especially matty, are big on their traditions, citing some karmic return if they’re not completed. you just hope it all goes well so the blame doesn’t fall onto your shoulders, as it playfully often does.
when you approach the club, the line is already wrapped around the block. so much so that you can barely make out the dark facade of the building. you’re groaning. time is ticking away and four oversized toddlers are going to rip you a new one if you’re not in there and fast. through some bribing and squeezing and lying and smiling, you make it toward the middle of the line; the door is visible and you can vaguely see the bouncer checking id’s. you’re thanking a bunch of religious deities at this point.
“sorry, we’re at capacity and the show’s about to start.” the bouncer rips you from your self-reflective glee. your eyes widen immediately, a plethora of pleas babbling out of you.
“no, no, no. you don’t understand, my brother’s in the band and he’s gonna be so fucking pissed at me. i need to get in there,” you plead, eyes big. you’re trying to connect with the bouncer at some level at this point, eyes scanning for a name tag, something, anything. “c’mon,” you try, “daniel, you get it right?”
his eyes soften, giving you a once over.
“yeah i get it,” here it is, your golden opportunity, “now go get in line with the other sisters, wives, girlfriends, and boyfriends over there,” he nods his head over to the line of people behind you who were also denied entry. you groan, defeated.
the one night you want to go out and you’re stuck warding off frostbite in a skirt that’s too short, a jacket that’s hardly even warm enough, and the stupid, uncomfortable-heeled boots that your roommate let you borrow. calling george would be a moot point by now, but you try it anyway. as predicted, his phone goes straight to voicemail. you try a few more times, but each time it follows the same route. you wallow for a few minutes, trying to ward off the frustrated tears that have already started to sting at the corners of your eyes.
“no, dude. i don’t know where she is. yeah, i’ll keep looking, calm your balls,” a familiar voice is pinging through the air and before you can even turn your head, there’s an even more familiar mop of curly hair in front of you.
“found you. where’s my reward?” matty grins, pulling you into a tight bear hug. if it was any other time, you probably would have shoved him off and pinched his arm. but he’s warm and smells good and you’re still freezing. “we thought you bailed on us!” he confesses, and you can tell there’s a hint of disappointment in his voice.
“me? never. the train was late, the knob at the door won’t let me in, and it’s cold. and i’m pretty sure i almost got hit by a car coming walking over here,” you groan. he pulls away and you almost want to cry as he takes the warmth with him.
“no wonder you’re cold. look at you!,” matty chides, “really, look at you.” his voice falters as he mumbles the echo of his words prior.
he gets a once over at you. his eyes lingering on you a little longer than usual, darkening a bit at the sight in front of him. you suck in a breath, feeling your cheeks burn and your skin prick with goosebumps. matty’s eyes trace you again and in a self-conscious fit, you wrap your arms around yourself. there’s a familiar feeling bubbling in your stomach, those god-damned moths won’t let you have a break.
“let’s get you inside, yeah?”
you nod in return, fingers intertwining with his as he leads you to the front of the line again. you flash the bouncer a smile and he only rolls his eyes in return.
it’s crowded inside. the crowd is at least twenty people deep on the floor, and that’s not including the people wrapped around the bar or those on the balcony. matty’s grip on you tightens and he weaves you both in and out of the small huddles of people to get to the makeshift backstage area.
“precious cargo acquired,” he calls out to the guys, pushing through the dark curtain that separates the band from the gig’s patrons. there’s an eruptive cheer as your figure pushes through after matty’s. “thought she was gonna freeze to death out there.”
george is the first to envelop you in a hug. you hit his shoulder as he pulls back, furrowing your brows at him.
“hey, what’s that for?” he shrieks and you narrow your eyes at him.
“learn to answer your phone, dickhead. almost got hypothermia out there,” you grumble. he retaliates by mimicking your voice, turning up his nose.
“she would’ve frozen to death without me mate. m’her prince in shining armor. or whatever that’s supposed to be,” matty calls over and george just rolls his eyes. your cheeks feel hot, much like they did when you were sixteen and staring up at matty with wide eyes after he said he liked your eclectic music taste.
“s’knight in shining armor,” adam quips. matty just waves him off with an utterance of tomato-tomato as he lights up a cigarette.
“are you guys still playing my favorite song?” you chirp.
“nah, matty scratched it from the setlist,” ross sighs.
your eyes go wide, “what?”
matty, preoccupied with his cigarette, only shrugs. “doesn’t fit the vibe anymore.”
“and what vibe is that? emo sad boy virgin pop?” you huff.
his eyes meet yours, softening as he seems to rethink what he was about to say. there’s a twitch of a smile at his lips. he runs his tongue out over the plush flesh. the intrusive thoughts take over your brain and you’re trying to tell yourself that it would not be a good idea to tell him that you’re jealous of his tongue.
“watch it,” he’s snide, tone alluring as smoke fans over the room.
you blink a few times, exhaling slowly as you regain your composure, “or what?”
“i’ll make you go sit outside in the cold again.”
“you wouldn’t.”
“you’re right, i wouldn’t.” his eyes travel over you. he lingers a bit at your hips and you swear you can see the wheels turning in his head. you go to comment, but adam’s already rounding all of the boys up to get them on stage. his head tilts at the proximity between the two of you (which isn’t much as matty’s made his way to be a few inches in front of you now), noticing the way matty’s looking at you. he hits him on the shoulder, giving him a look and jerking his head towards the curtain. matty’s hand brushes your waist as he passes behind you. it’s there for a fragment of a second, but the repercussions weigh heavy in your brain. there’s a phantom of his hand remaining on your heated skin, heart thumping hard in your chest. and as they walk away, you can hear the harsh whispers between the two men, but you can’t make out what they’re saying.
matty ends up playing your favorite song. and it’s the only think you talk about the whole cab ride back to his and george’s apartment. the others try their hardest to switch the conversation but as soon as you see an opportunity, you’re circling back to the fact that they played your favorite song. you’re an opportunist at heart, living for the way they groan.
the five of you are sitting around on matty and george’s balcony. you’re curled up on the beat-up couch, knees pulled to your chest. you’ve changed, thankfully, into some old sweats you left here at one point. and it all feels normal and a bit nostalgic, an air of their early days. the guys are asking about your classes at uni, and how your roommates are treating you. and when you answer, you find yourself catching matty’s eyes lingering on you for a little longer than normal.
he watches you intently as you bring the bottle of cheap wine up to your lips, taking a long sip. he thinks a lot about what your lips would taste like, probably a mix of the wine and the cherry chapstick he had seen you use earlier. matty’s head feels heavy and he’s chalking it up to the wine and the weed from earlier and not from the lingering thoughts of you swimming around in his brain.
he’s bringing up a cigarette to his lips, expert fingers flicking the lighter as he inhales. matty catches your eyes on him that time, half-listening to what ross is rambling off to you. he grins at you from across the table, loving the way you’re rolling your eyes at him and returning your full attention to ross. there’s a fire burning within him, an antagonizing thought screaming that all your attention should be on him and him only. he loathes fighting for your attention, even more so now that you just look at him that way. it’s just pointless banter. that’s what he hushed back to adam as they walked to the stage. adam was being ridiculous in his accusations that matty was pushing the flirting with you thing a little too far. if you didn’t seem to mind, then why should he? it wasn’t like the both of you were going to do anything about it.
the night is settling down. adam and ross had both abandoned the remaining three of you to head home; they had an early morning tomorrow with some radio interview and they all had to be on their a-game.
matty’s got his hand in the snack mix bag, grumbling to himself.
“who ate all the pretzels?”
you laugh to yourself, hand coming to cover your lips. he’s quick to hear it though, eyes narrowing, “you’re just like george, i swear to god.”
“hey! what’s so bad about being like me?” george huffs in mock offense.
“i’ve got a list.” you and matty drawl at the same time, heads already snapping to gasp at each other.
george only laughs, stretching his arms above his head. “think i’m gonna call it a night. need my beauty sleep. matt, you’ll lock up right?”
matty nods.
“goodnight,” george hums and presses a kiss to the top of your head, “pillows and blankets are already on the couch for you.”
a warm smile finds its way to your face, thanking george.
you can’t find the will to get up as george exits the balcony, limbs feeling like liquid and head still swirling with the weed-induced daze.
matty pulls another cigarette out from the pack. you raise an eyebrow at him.
“i’m quitting, i swear,” he scoffs.
you only laugh and lean your head back, “i didn’t even say anything. you’ve just got a guilty conscious.”
“don’t need to say anything, it’s in your eyes,” he comments, “you want one? feel like i’ve been rude in not offering one to you all night.”
you nod, pensively. he holds the pack out and you take a cigarette for yourself before you place it between your lips. george would freak out if he saw you like this right now despite the fact he had done far worse at your age. before you can even ask for a light, matty’s already bringing the open flame up to the end of the cigarette. you blink a few times. his eyes are trained on yours, tongue poking from between his lips. it feels like ages go by. the intensity of his stare is consuming you, goosebumps littering your limbs.
“you’re supposed to inhale, love,” he remarks.
you shake your head, flustered and embarrassed, “no… yeah... i know. yeah.”
you inhale as he brings the ember up to the end again. matty’s intense gaze falls to your lips. the plump skin is curling around the cigarette, puckering as you exhale and his mouth goes dry. this is wrong, so wrong. and although there’s a part of him that just wants to pack up for the night, he knows there’s a stronger part of him that just wants to be close to you and feel your skin prickle with goosebumps again.
matty’s lips are cherry red, indicative of the way he keeps licking over and biting at them. his pupils are dilated; dark black bleeding into chocolate brown irises. his hair is awry as his fingers kept running through it. and in a fleeting thought, you wonder just what it would feel like to run your fingers through it and pull at the curls- not enough to hurt just enough to elicit some kind of a reaction. the thought alone sends a shiver down your spine, which he notices, and you feel your molten limbs get pulled toward him. the blanket that adorns his body is soft. he wraps you up in it, properly tucking you into his side as he pulls the frayed hem taught around you. you’re close enough to feel him breathing now, close enough to watch his adam’s apple bob up and down. he’s lost in thought as you stare down his side profile.
“the guys treating you alright up there?” matty asks. it’s not a far-off question seeing as you’ve told him nearly everything about any male interests when you were younger.
“I’m bored-,” you hum, voice listless. the carefully curated consonants hang in the air before dispersing like the smoke that’s exhaling from matty’s lips.
“well fuck you, too, then,” matty snorts as he cuts you off, a hint of annoyance in his voice, “didn’t want to babysit tonight, anyway.”
you shake your head, and you can almost feel your thoughts rattling around as you do so.
“i wasn’t done talking,” you glower at him, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. you watch as he shifts under your gaze. maybe he was just peeved with you, or maybe you catch the hint of a flush rising from his neck.
“go on then. we haven’t played therapist in a while, what’s on your mind?” his focus is back on the second joint he’s now begun rolling. you watch his fingers carefully, throat tightening. you’re not sure if it’s the after-effects of the weed or the absolute filth in your mind that’s causing this reaction, but it’s caught matty’s attention. he grins at you, “i said-”
“i-i heard you,” you scowl.
he purses his lips at you, shaking his head, “don’t frown, sweets, you’re gonna get wrinkles.”
“like you?”
“oi!”
“you already compared this to babysitting so i’m allowed to make all of the old man jokes i want.”
he holds his unoccupied hand up in mock surrender, “touche.”
“now, let me finish before you interrupt me yet again,” you narrow your eyes at him, playfully this time, “i’m bored with guys, i think. s’not one guy that’s caught my interest and i’ve been away at school for months. they’re all so boring, or they say dumb things and i just, ugh, i haven’t been properly kissed in ages.” you’re playing it up for dramatic effect now, honestly, and it seems to have the desired effect because he stills for a minute.
this piques his interest enough that he’s abandoning the joint that once preoccupied him to glance at you, eyebrows knitting together, “is that so?” he guffaws, smirking softly. “i think your problem, little miss, is that you,” he pauses to lick the edge of the rolling paper. it’s meticulous and calculated and your thighs squeeze together under the blanket. he knows what he’s doing, knows the dangerous game he’s playing, “you waste your time on boys. you need a man.”
“you’re a man, right?” you ask.
“uh, yeah? what are you on about?” he laughs. he’s still not paying attention to you, eyes focused on the joint in front of him while your whole brain, whole being even, is screaming out for him.
“so, why don’t you do it?” you’re leaning in close to matty, his eyes shut as he feels your breath against his neck. the scent of your perfume is intoxicating. it's so sweet; reminds him of you and your lilted laugh, something that’s never changed.
“what?” he sputters, blinking incredulously.
“you heard me,” you murmur. he can feel the ghost of your breath against his jaw now as you make your way toward his ear. “show me what it’s like to be kissed by a man,” you purr.
his resolve dissipates in a low groan of your name. he turns to look at you again, eyes tracing over your lips once, twice, thrice. but it’s taking too long for you. lunging forward, your lips press to his heatedly. and though the weed has lowered your inhibitions, it’s doing little to nothing to calm your nerves. maybe you read the signs all wrong. maybe this was a mistake. and oh, god, you’re still kissing him but he’s not kissing back. you pull away quickly, eyes wide and ready to begin your apology parade. this was not how this was supposed
the slew of apologies are ill-fated, though as he growls lowly and pulls you close to him. his hands cup your cheeks, forcing you to look at him in the eyes as he speaks, “you’re playing with fire, sweets. if you’re not careful, you’ll be burned.”
matty barely gives you a second to process what he’s doing before his lips are pressed to yours indignantly in a bruising kiss. it's slow at first, his lips working with yours as his hands fall from your cheeks to your waist. he’s pulling you even closer to him, your knees knocking against his thighs. you take the initiative and climb into his lap, straddling his waist and fingers tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck. matty’s hands wander from your waist to the hem of the t-shirt, nimble fingers traveling just underneath. you feel his cold fingers on your heated skin. they send a shiver down your spine, nerves ablaze with him.
your mouth falls open in a gasp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. he tastes of the remnants of his cigarettes and the wine he was drinking before, it’s dizzying. there’s a certain sense of pent-up desire behind his movements, a fever that you can’t quite put your finger on. you’re left only to whine against his lips, threading your fingers through his hair like you wanted to only minutes before. he’s kissing you like no one ever has before and you’re not sure anyone ever will.
matty pulls back just for a second, allowing you both to catch your breath. when your eyes flutter open, his darkened pupils meet yours. his lips are swollen, smudged with the rogue of your lipstick. you want to imprint this sight into your memory and tuck it away so that you’ll never forget how he looks in the moment. his lips are back on yours before you can comment on it. his movements are not as soft as before, not as calculated or contrived. you give in to the passion, let your desires drive you as your hips start to move against his. it’s his turn to gasp, and judging by the stiffening in his pants you can tell he’s a fan of it. he doesn’t pull away though, instead, he lets his hands grip your waist to control your movements. there’s some satiation from the friction, but it’s not enough. you want more, want him to completely ruin you.
his teeth catch onto your bottom lip, tugging as he pulls away. a whimper, deeply rooted in your chest, falls from your parted lips. there’s a smirk on his lips. you’re left panting on his lap. he leans up, cups your cheek and presses a softer kiss to your lips. your lips move against his slowly. and just as you’re about to part your lips for him once more, he’s pulling back.
an exasperated sigh leaves your mouth and he laughs at you, actually laughs, “you’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
you’re breathless, chest rising and falling rapidly. you try to find the words to rebuttal him, but they’re lost on you. the only thing you can think about is him, he’s completely encompassed your thoughts and your brain. matty’s lips move to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down the sensitive skin. he nips gently and you moan, waiting for your reaction as he flicks his tongue out to soothe the area. he drags his hands languidly up your waist and you think that he’s going to lift your shirt and let you have it like you want. but, the notion is lost. he lifts you off his lap and kisses your nose.
“i’ve got an early morning tomorrow,” matty murmurs, “goodnight, sweets.”
he’s walking into the apartment before you can even formulate your own goodnight. the words feel lost on your tongue, thoughts feel lost in your brain.
you’re fucked. absolutely fucked and not in a good way.
#matty healy x reader#matty healy one shot#matty healy fanfic#matty healy#✏️ - matty.#bbf!matty#my writing.#.... yeah.
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It’s almost BBF time!
#I tried I really tried finishing something else first#but I don’t want to keep BBF hostage just because I can’t seem to finish my other fics 🙈#bbf#brother's best friend fic#hangman series
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quick poll before getting back to work.
So, I feel obsessed with the lyrics of the song Salvatore by Lana del Rey. The lyrics made me think of a fic plot, I think— but the problem is, I don’t know for which boy + trope I should write it BECAUSE I HAVE TWO IN MIND.
For which of these boys should I write the fic based on this song? dad’s best friend!Kuku, or brother’s best friend!Fran?
#WORKING ON MY TAN CATCH ME IF YOU CAN SALVATORE#poll#polls#esteban kukuriczka smut#esteban kukuriczka x reader#dbf!esteban kukuriczka#dbf!kuku#bbf!fran romero#francisco romero smut#francisco romero x reader#esteban kukuriczka#fran romero#lsdln x reader#fran romero x reader#francisco romero fanfic
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what are our thoughts on “just the tip” + bbf!carlos? maybe you’re still a virgin at that point and carlos convinces you he won’t go all the way in, he won’t cum inside, it’s just so he can test to see how you feel—maybe he’s working on a project and he convinces the reader he needs something to destress. do we think carlos would gaslight you into thinking he didn’t just use you as a cum dump or would he just blame you and your greedy cunt? maybe both? 😵💫
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oh 🍓 nonnie, everytime i get an ask from you i always giggle because your ideas are ALWAYS so good.
as for this, GOD this is so bbf!carlos. hear me out. maybe it’s not him doing the project.. but her 👀 maybe she has a human biology project and for whatever reason, something about sex/orgasms/pleasure ect ect, and she speaks to carlos about it. he’s her good friend, and he’s very smart!!
and he convinces you that, well, actual demonstrations are better than just words!! and you’re nervous because.. you’ve never done anything like that. you’re scared, you’re worried. but carlos is cooing, cupping your face and whispering to you.
“ah princesa, it’ll be okay. just the tip.”
and you trust him. carlos doesn’t lie, carlos always helps you out.
and that’s how you end up on your bed, crying and whining as carlos’ thick shaft— i mean, tip— stretches you out as he fucks you.
his groans, moans and touches are delectable, and the pleasure helps distract you from the pain. this is all for research.. all for just that. nothing else. just carlos helping.
as for after he cums right inside your raw cunt? of course he’s gaslighting you. you tell him you feel sticky, something warm.. but he just laughs and tuts.
“cariño, remember our discussion about you getting wet? it’s just that, it’s okay.”
and of course you believe him. carlos just helped you with your project, getting first hand research. he didn’t just take your virginity for his sick pleasure, and fill you up with his cum. never.
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Unos cuantos sketchs en tradicional, queria subirlos hasta haberlos coloreado pero .... Bueno, aqui estan... Perdonen el espanglish
En base a un fic que escribí :D.... Cuando aun eran felices -cries-
Tengo la idea de que en humano usaria lentes porque el poder de un ojo se va a los dos :D.... Aparte, luce bien
Translation: I AM SURROUNDED BY NERDS!
I have the idea that in humans he would use glasses because the power of one eye goes to both :D.... Besides, it looks good.
Un fic que pense en donde ella estaba ciega y una sombra le acompaña cada atardecer, hasta el dia del sacrificio...
Traslation: A fic that I thought about where she was blind and a shadow accompanies her every evening, until the day of sacrifice...
Un fic en donde al escuchar el canto de una sirena queda encandilado (aun esta en proceso pero si sigo asi seria mas pronto un comic xD)
Traslation: A fic where upon hearing the song of a siren he is dazzled (it is still in progress but if I continue like this it would be a comic sooner xD)
I found a treasure, the color of gold,
I want to inlay it with a ruby, Of dark crimson color,
My heart is soothed by the waves of the sea,
Buapo
#fanart#gravity falls#my draws#mabill#mabel pines#fanfic#comic#old drawing#bill cipher#mi amor por el shipp quema con la intensidad de mil soles#ya arte a mi bbf#del fandom para el fandom
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top 5 antebellum politicians, not including presidents
For the sake of not making this response boring, Im going to personally remove all three of the triumvirs from the running. All three of them are now in Spot 0. Benton and Hayne can be there too.
Which leaves five spots for...
John Randolph of Roanoke literally the MOST fascinating guy. Hes wilder than a herd of horses hoarse on meth. literally created a slur. he brought dogs into congress and stripped in the house of reps and got into verbal and physical fights. he dueled everyone to the point where his contemporaries commented that he should be in a straightjacket. he asked the cousin of the person he was dueling with to be his second in the same duel. he was a dramatic bitch who ordered a european badge of honor to be made for him in honor of that duel. he bemoaned that no one would care about him when he died. when he was near death he painstakingly made his way to the us congress gallery to hear henry clays beautiful voice one last time. whenever the wife of a congressmen he was insulting was in the gallery he doubled down on his insults. when he died he freed the people he enslaved but he did a piss poor job so everything just fell apart. he has tuberculosis but it was contained solely to his dick and so he suffered an inferiority complex and an inability to progress past puberty because of it. and also maybe he had klinefelter syndrome bc of a imbalance either ways, my name on discord is john randolph hrt not because i GENUINELY think he would support hrt, but because the fact that there is a CHANCE he would is still higher than the rest of his colleagues.
Henry Wise also the most insane guy of the time period. like jror, got into fights, but this was way more about slavery. he picked fights with jqa all throughout the gag war. surprisingly woke on several topics including thanksgiving and the rights of native americans. he says some of the funniest things ever sometimes. he thinks abolitionist is a slur. he became a general in the confederate army but got kicked out for being a bitch. somehow flip flopped between every. single. political. party. of his era. including almost becoming a republican near the end of his life. his irreverence for law and order is astounding. he bullied john tyler and literally everyone in congress. the fact that he was drinking buddies with franklin pierce and got him elected but also got pierces friend killed in the cilley graves duel is insane. the fact that in order to try and get henry clay the presidential nomination he literally bent his knee at hugh lawson white and did the equivalent of the uwu face is insane. the fact he more or less murdered john brown is insane. the fact that ralph waldo emerson said that if brown and wise were in a different life, they could have been friends is even more insane. like damn ralph waldo emerson now is NOT the time to be shipping abolitionist john brown and the slavery supporting secessionist governor of virginia who murdered him together. also not going to lie the fact that he never sought a pardon after his involvement in the confederacy is actually a breath of fresh air for this time period. go girl acknowledge that you are undeserving of a pardon or forgiveness for your crimes. i honestly cant do this guy justice without just telling you gto look at my #the field of blood tag. this guy. also i will not lie i did not actually understand his violent tendancies (which to his credit he wasnt like a maniac or anything ) until i saw his photograph. and uh yeah. shaking hands meme between jror and henry wise and the connecting factor is looking feminine and having a serious complex because of it.
Hugh Lawson White his hair. the way hes the only antebellum politician whos wikipedia page actually says what his personality and style was like. fascinating.
Charles Sumner hes such a loser. he deserved so much better. once he fell of a train. he was called his great impotency. he got caned one time and thats all everyone ever remembers about him. his main biographer did him SO DIRTY. he might be ace he might be gay. the hermaphrodite by julia ward howe is probably about the love triangle between julia him and samuel howe, julias husband. he has incredibly modern beliefs about things! hes funny and he has a three way benign rivalry betwen himself seward and douglas. he waxed poetic about daniel websters head and then felt betrayed by him. he once stroked his own head glumly. his eyebags. he got hit with a brick once. his handsomeness is the work of legends. hes awkward and gentlemanly and depressing and optimistic and so many many things its beautiful and he was beautiful and i love him so much! i love his friendship with mary todd lincoln and the way he was basically looming in abraham lincolns window every other night throughout the civil war.
William Plumer Jr. LITERALLY my guy!! his anecdotes are all so fascinating. the time he had a very dramatic meeting with daniel webster about Fate and Destiny. his involvement with preserving american history from the very beginning. just lovely and wonderful and i basically yassify him whenever i imagine him in my head. just wonderful. and these are basically all of them i think, though i like a lot of congressmen of this era.
Bonus, have a drawing of henry wise, a calhouny hugh lawson white for some reason, and fem plumer!
#biddle was never a politician so he isnt here#bbf would be here but he was never a politician lmao#god there are just so many good Background Congressmen TM in this era#need an slice of life with the antebellum us congress#john dawson. joshua giddings. the washburnes#teh triumvirs too but they dont need that muchscreen time#just so much...#fanart#my art#henry wise#john randolph#hugh white#charles sumner#william plumer#william plumer jr#misc#the congressional incubator#asks#thanks for asking!!
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Fireworks of My Heart ep1
#i don't see the need of an FL#fireworks of my heart#cdrama#yang yang#zhang bin bin#character: song yan#我的人间烟火#character: suo jun#bbf
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