#no idea if ill actually write it

[barbatoskisser]

After p4om ima probably write about my prom ecperience but killugon style

If its romantic enough

Whcih probably not

But ill make it extra romanti. For killugon

Because theyre my favorite ship thanks for yoyr time

[disastersareajoy]

Pussy Drunk Thomas Hewitt - Drabble

Thomas Hewitt x FEM!Reader

Tags: established relationship, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, talk of bruises, wet and messy, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation

Word count: 1.1k

fucking obsessed with the idea of Thomas getting absolutely, down bad, pussy-drunk as soon as he gets a taste

like his virgin-ass being too afraid of hurting you to fuck you at first and getting on his knees for you. he gets a taste, kind of pulls back and licks his lips and you can see his pupils dilate and his eyes fucking glaze over and he just falls face first into your pussy

sloppy, wet, spit slick, hungry oral from that man. his teeth bump into you in all the right ways sometimes. one moment he's whimpering into you and the next he's grumbling and trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper into you to taste more

and it does not matter to him when you beg for him to slow down and how you can't cum anymore. because you keep dripping on his face and tongue and making wonderful noises and you just taste so fucking good, how could he stop??

his arms wrap around your thighs and he holds onto them hard and firm and keeps you pulled close to his face. you can feel that it's gonna bruise and you're going to cherish those bruises for days

he doesn't even notice how hard he's gripping you because he's trying to get all of his senses filled with you. he tastes, smells and feels nothing but you. the only thing his ears can focus on are your moans and whimpers. his hands massage your thighs periodically and when he opens his eyes it's just to look at your face, thrown back in pleasure. the only thing better is when you're looking down at him with tears in your eyes, still moaning for him

Tommy is completely drunk off your taste. he loves the feeling of your pussy on his tongue and he loves the little whining groan you let out when he sucks on your clit

now, when he keeps going and going and your hand in his hair trying to push him away finally falls to your side, he doesn't even realize what he's doing next. it's all out of instinct when his hands readjust so his arms stay wrapped around your thighs but his thumbs are spreading open your folds. that's when he really loses it

because he can get his tongue even deeper like that. he can bury it inside you and find the spot that makes you drip a little more and that makes you moan all broken and needy. once he finds it he abuses the fuck out of it. keeps licking over it, poking at it with his tongue and savoring every drop of you that spills into his mouth

and then. his holy grail. you grab his hair again and moan louder. you're sobbing and begging him to slow down because it feels different this time. he doesn't listen of course. all he knows is you're about to do that thing again where he can feel your pussy flutter and twitch and your thighs squeeze around him and your moans get all whimpery

he keeps going until your hips lift up into him. he stays attached to your pussy and keeps doing what he's doing, knowing he can't stop. needs to keep going to get you to do that thing

suddenly you gasp and go completely quiet. then you moan so loud it's almost a scream. a sobbing sort of thing that's absolutely gorgeous to him. on top of that your hips start wildly shaking along with your legs and your pleasure starts gushing out of you

Tommy moans into your juices and gets closer if that's even possible at that point. he shakes his head so he rubs over your clit side to side while he keeps his tongue abusing that spot inside you. and fuck does he get drenched. he swallows down as much as he can of you and whimpers into it. anything he can't get, drips down his face and drenches his shirt and lap

once you come down you realize he's still going and you can't handle it anymore. you start crying more and weakly kicking your legs out which finally makes Tommy look up. he sees your devastated face and while he thinks the sweat mixed with tears and drool, as well as the tortured pleasure in your eyes is a heavenly sight, he listens to your weak pleas

he finally pulls away and you sigh in relief. Tommy stays away from your pussy (as much as he hates it) and spends his time licking your thighs clean. just a minute away from your pussy makes him whimper and look up at you pleadingly. your legs are still shaking and you shake your head at him

so Tommy whines and starts biting your thighs instead, getting closer and closer to your pussy until he's mouthing right next to it. you're shaking and sweating and still losing a coupe tears when he licks flat over your clit once. then your back arches and you gasp, trying not to make too loud a noise

you know if you moan he's gonna start again and you think he might actually kill you that time. he softly licks over your clit again, wraps his lips around it and you slap a hand over your mouth. but Tommy sees your lack of noise as a sign to keep going and starts sucking on your clit. when his teeth graze over it your hand whips away from your mouth to his hair and you yell out a moan that ends with a broken whine

immediately you know you're in for it. Tommy moans happily and grabs your thighs hard once more. he dives into you again and gets back to his sloppy, needy and enthusiastic pace without hesitation. all you can do is moan, whimper and whine as Tommy makes you see stars over and over again

he's obsessed with making you squirt on his face and listening to your whimpers as he tastes you. he loves the feeling of your heartbeat in your clit, pounding against his tongue

sometimes you can't get him off of your pussy until he's had at least a couple hours of his way with you. he's obsessed with your pussy and a single taste makes him entirely lose his mind. he'd do anything to fall to his knees in front of you

he would spend forever between your thighs if it was up to him

your pussy is his paradise and his salvation. every gush of your juices is a baptism of wonder. you are his goddess and he worships you at every turn

Consider leaving a comment or reblog along with your like, they're always lovely to see. Eitherway, thank you for reading! <3

[choccy-milky]

from my new oneshot, 'the vexing village of vellmore' ✨ ao3 / wattpad ((it's about seb & clora visiting a cursed village and trying to figure out how to break the curse, and since it ended up being 50k words i decided to split it into 2 chapters and the next part will be out soon!🙏 also, while it does have spoilers for the raven and the snake, it's a standalone story and can be read blind💖))

[goosewizard]

hc that tubbo is REALLY insecure about his missing eye, so he wears an eyepatch in new l’manberg and absolutely hates it. it’s too big and garish, it rubs up on his wounds all wrong, he hates seeing himself with it. it makes him feel weak. ranboo notices (of course he does) and thinks that tubbo deserves to feel handsome again. they set off after a cabinet meeting to see if ghostbur has any books on prosthetics.

it should be noted that ranboo has no fucking clue what they’re doing. in the weeks after the plans inception, he has amassed over fifty handcrafted glass eyes, of which exactly zero will work. they’re too big, too small, not the right color. he even managed to make one with a rectangular pupil before they thought better of it. it's a shame, too, that was his best one yet. they're tired and frustrated and the eye collection is really starting to creep him out. ranboo considers asking for help.

ranboo remembers the tumultuous political state of new l'manburg.

ranboo thinks this may be a one-man project.

it really shouldn’t be a surprise that tubbo finds out. they've been practically attached at the hip since ranboo joined, and he was never any good at keeping things from tubbo anyway. they're popping over to ranboo's to get supplies for whatever adventure they're going on today, and the little chest labeled SECRET DO NOT OPEN is too full, propped open with dozens of lumpy glass spheres. tubbo notices (of course he does) and gets halfway through a i can't believe you have an eye fetish before he realizes. ranboo thinks it's a bad sign when he goes silent and an even worse one when his eye goes all misty and aw shit he made the president cry.

he's stuttering through an apology when tubbo's one eye meets their two and he asks is this for me? did you make these for me? ranboo nods and tubbo smiles like a kid on christmas, watery and bright. they've missed that smile. before he knows what's happening, tubbo's tackled them into a hug, sending both of them careening to the ground. ranboo vows there and then to give the man anything and everything he desires now and forever, just so he can feel like this again. not a veteran, not a politician, just tubbo, carefree and kind.

yeah, that sounds like a good life.

as quickly as ranboo went down, he's being pulled back up with tubbo insisting that they try every single eye, previous adventure abandoned. they spend the day like that, going through the chest, laughing at some of ranboos earlier attempts, and screaming with excitement when one managed to fit.

he looks beautiful. more confident, brighter, somehow. they burn his eyepatch that night. ranboo had already gotten him a better one anyway.

part 1 | part 2

[batty-pham]

Danny working in retail.

Dead end job.

He always ends up at the nightshift.

Everyone thinks the bags under his eyes are because he can't sleep.

He gets told all the time that he "looks like death" and he always just replies "thanks"

He just sorta stands in the dark corner and customers don't notice him, but they sorta inherently know he's there and avoid him, but he moves and they about shit their pants.

[fatedroses]

And some days, I just wish you wouldn't look at me at all.

[lizardbrainlabs]

sketched out all the human partners!!!

[azoosepted]

Behold, mine personal hell!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the most Dog ever. or. dog shaped Thing ever

[triglycercule]

nightmare's gang but they're one of those youtube family channels that extorts the kids. HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUT

i mean cmon man managing his multiversal takeover scheme must take a lot of money. nightmare needs a source of income. so what better than to torture and extort his gang even more. he makes them behave and act entertaining for the camera because if not they get beat and punished. he has cameras everywhere in the castle for content and to monitor everyone. people online are worried about the "kids" on the channel because they are CLEARLY being abused and exploited. nightmare gets a feast of negativity from these peoples' worries. now do i think that he would be cruel enough to force his gang to act like children for this channel?? i dunno,,,,,,,, perchance (YOU CAN'T JUST SAY PERCHANCE)

idk there's definitely a lot more than could be done with this stupid idea. but i just think,,,,,, i just think it would be funny,,,,, think about it,,,,,,,,,,

[eugene-da-potato]

Thinking about possible fanfic/au idea, where Paper after the end of second season decides to leave Hotel for a while to develop his own self-identity outside of his life with OJ, and OJ, living without Paper for the first time in almost a decade, realises how codependent with him he actually became and how much of his mental state were tied to Paper being by his side. Both of them learn to live without one another and find their own separated support systems and when Paper eventually comes back (because, still, all of his friends live here, duh) we're both self-sufficient but still appreaciate each other's positive traits and now are able to form functioning healthy relationships...

Yeah I think about them a lot

[apomaro-mellow]

Part A

Eddie had Steve pressed against the bed post as he devoured his mouth. And Steve absolutely felt like he was being consumed. It was all tongues and teeth and the way Eddie's hands with fisting around his waist, his clothes would be on the floor soon if they didn't stop. But Steve didn't want it to end either, so he let it go on for a little longer. He even let his own hands wander down, playing with the hem of Eddie's pants as if he'd let it get that far.

Then Steve turned away from the kiss, which only made Eddie press his lips to his jaw and neck.

"It's time", Steve reminded him.

"Just one more", Eddie breathed out, letting his teeth drag against his skin.

Steve didn't feel his fangs though, so it was clear he was trying to show some restraint. Still, it was clear he was intent on marking up Steve in all ways that he could. They'd already fucked this morning so he was sure he carried Eddie's scent for all creatures it mattered to. Today he wasn't wearing the blue he had arrived in but in clothes that were more on Eddie's brand, decked out in black and silver.

And now he was going to have bite marks.

"You could just piss on my leg for how subtle you're being. Or get me round with child. Maybe they'll get the idea then."

"Don't tempt me, precious", Eddie grinned. "One deal, one spell and you'll be carrying my spawn." He tried not to show how much the idea thrilled him but perhaps he revealed his hand, letting his fingers press against Steve's belly.

Steve rolled his eyes but he loved it. He loved how much Eddie wanted him and needed the world to know he was spoken for in all the ways that mattered.

They untangled long enough to leave their room and go outside to say their goodbyes while the last of his things were loaded into the carriage.

"I'll be back before you know it", Steve said while Eddie was endlessly kissing his hand.

"Do you plan on sneaking back inside? Because that's the only way you'll be back before I know it. I'm going to be watching the road, darling."

Steve felt like his heart might burst. "You do remember you have a kingdom to run, don't you?"

"What? This old place?", Eddie gestured to the towering castle.

"If I hear you're ignoring your duties while I'm gone, I'm leaving you for Gareth."

"But ignoring my duties is completely fine when I'm doing it with you?"

"Well I'm more important", Steve smiled. "You said so yourself."

"Stronger than all my armies combined", Eddie nodded. "More beautiful than the crystal caves. Resourceful and witty beyond compare." With each declaration he pulled Steve somehow even closer until he was whispering only to him. "And a body that was made to be loved and fucked by me."

Then they were kissing again and Steve couldn't remember why he was leaving again. Someone was clearing their throat and this time Eddie was the responsible one who pulled away.

"The sooner you go, the sooner you'll be back."

Steve nodded and finally began to move away from him. He backed away, eyes never leaving Eddie even as he walked backward into the carriage's side. He scooted until he found the footman's hand and lifted into the carriage, still looking at his love.

"Why doesn't this thing have a back window?", Steve mused to himself as the carriage departed, taking him away from Eddie.

Eddie wasn't faring much better, standing on the steps as Steve started off for his old kingdom. He was returning for the shortest amount of time possible to officially renounce his claim to the throne. Word had already spread that the queen was with child and they didn't want anything in the way of their future ascension.

Steve had already put his parents behind him. To get it on paper seemed rather tedious, especially since the document could have been sent to acquire his signature. But perhaps it was his father tugging the leash one last time before he completely disowned his first born.

While riding in the carriage, Steve kept himself occupied with daydreams. Maybe he would find a way to sneak back home and surprise Eddie. Instead of Eddie welcoming him, it could be the other way around. Steve would already be in bed, opening himself up for Eddie to slide right in....

The jolt of a sudden stop brought Steve out of his thoughts. They'd been traveling for a few hours, so a resting stop made sense, but why so suddenly. He waited for either the driver to report something, or continue. When neither happened, he shifted the curtain open slightly to get a peek.

Highwaymen. Of course.

They made him get out and while they did, he assessed the situation. One had a knife on him while the other searched the carriage for valuables. Steve stood with his hands up while it happened. He could take two. Once he got the knife it would be easy. Especially if the driver got off his ass to help.

Seeing an opening, Steve took it and went on the offensive, wrestling the knife away and twisting an arm behind their back, point to their throat now.

Before he could make any demands, an arrow grazed his arm. Enough to cut and be annoying bloody but not much else. That it until he felt a strange burning in the cut. He should've suspected they might have an archer. And if he did, he would've suspected the poison arrows. He felt his body get heavy before falling to the ground.

"We're about to come into a lot of money, boys."

Steve's last thought before blacking out was that he should've just sent his parents a letter.

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When he came to, he found that he was in a very nice sitting room. The chair he was placed upon had a very nice cushion. It was only the rope around his arms and the fact he didn't know where he was the soured the luxury of it.

"The king's little pet, in my humble abode. Who would have thought." A voice sounded from behind Steve and came around to sit in the chair across from him.

Steve tested his restraints. "How did I get here?"

"Some petty thieves got lucky. Thought you were the average noble. But it is very clear just looking at you-" He stood and nudged Steve's jaw, showing more of his neck and the bite marks there. Steve squirmed out of his hold. "-belong to King Edward. So they sold you to me. And if you really are His Majesty's favorite, he'll pay a handsome price for you."

He sat back in his chair and Steve looked at him like he was an idiot. This buffoon was going to try and ransom a king. A king! The only reason Eddie's own similar gambit didn't work was because Steve's father cared little. If anyone tried this with Eddie, he would have them publicly executed. If not, tortured, then executed.

Once again, Steve looked around with his eyes and weighed his options. A middle aged man amid opulent furniture. A lord of some kind. But not a very smart one. Still, he was bound to have some men on the property acting as guards. People who would capture him if he got loose.

He could let the ransom happen. Eddie would move the earth (literally) to get to him. This whole place would be covered in blood and fire.

Then again, Steve could save Eddie the trip.

"You don't think I'll escape?", he asked. "You didn't even tie my legs down." He kicked them lightly to illustrate his point.

"I'm not a brute. And you're royalty, you know how this goes. Be a good boy and you'll be back with your master in no time. And I'll be all the more richer for it."

"Well that sounds really, really boring", Steve said, slouching a little. "Couldn't we find so~me way to entertain ourselves in the meantime?" He let the tip of his boot nudge the other man's foot.

It got him a smirk in return, but not quite for the reason he wanted.

"I know better than to lie with the devil's plaything." He stood and leaned over Steve. "Your tricks won't work on m-uuNK!"

A grunt, a whimper, a whine from Steve boot hitting him squarely in the groin.

"I have more than one trick."

He got to his feet and with just a bit of shimmying, was able to get the ropes off. They really didn't think much of him at all. Or Eddie for that matter. He went to a window first only to find that it was too dark to try and scale the wall, especially on an unfamiliar building.

Out the front door it is.

Dispatching the first guard wasn't easy with only a rope in hand to suffocate him with but Steve was able to get a sword off him. After that it was child's play. Steve had two advantages: one, if they wanted Eddie's money then they had to keep him alive. And two, somehow even with blood splattered on him, they were still treating him like an untrained child.

It was only the last one (was it the 8th or the 9th?) that truly took him seriously and made Steve work for his escape. And he did manage a few slashes across his chest before falling upon Steve's sword.

By the time he made it back to Eddie's castle on a horse stolen by his captors, he was exhausted. The gates were opened to him but not without confusion.

Word traveled ahead at his return and Eddie practically materialized at the bottom of the stairs to meet him. He could smell that most of the blood on Steve wasn't his but that didn't make him any happier.

Eddie cupped his face. "Who did this to you?"

"Didn't get his name before kicking him in the balls."

"That would make this the second time you've been kidnapped in less than a year, gorgeous."

"I'm just a magnet for dangerous men, I guess", Steve shrugged. "Now carry me to the bath."

Eddie picked him up with ease and started up the stairs. "You've denied me the right of defending your honor AND releasing my righteous fury, you know that, right?" Eddie already knew the people responsible were more than likely dead.

Steve grinned as he drew circles on Eddie's chest. "Guess you'll have to put that energy elsewhere. Any ideas?"

Part C

[moodyseal]

A post-TOA/Ace Attorney crossover fic would go so hard. I mean. Wasn't the Americanized version of the game set somewhere in California? The SHEER AMOUNT of emotional turmoil a case like that would cause is unquantifiable

[choccy-milky]

congrats on baby #2!🥰👍 part 2 to this post bc seb is a smug ass bitch when it comes to getting clora pregnant. and ty @rednite-dork for sending me the original pic ages ago LMFAO... i knew as soon as i saw it that i had to redraw it eventually 👼

[sunnydalebimbo]

I have terrible motivation, but once while I was in a super goofy mood I started writing a fic where the Mayor, upon noticing that Faith and Buffy clearly have romantic feelings for one another, realizes that the best way to get both slayers on his side is to convince Buffy to date Faith. What I’m trying to get at is, The Mayor plays matchmaker for Faith and Buffy as part of his evil Ascension plan and not at all because he loves Faith and wants her to be happy. There was also a subplot were the Mayor kept “gently” encouraging the people of Sunnydale to wildly flirt with Angel as a plot to break up him and Buffy, but Angel was just... so not understanding that he’s being hit on. And another subplot was the Scoobies all basically going “what do you mean it’s not heterosexual to be attracted to people of the same gender??”

[mangotelevision]

katedenza is so knight/princess coded

alternate versions because idk which ones I liked better