#not even untying him

[gardenlilgnome]

// nsfw

Childe riding Scara's strap with his hands tied behind his back while Scara looks completely unbothered listening to his lover's whimpers and desperate moans while reading a book. Childe is overstimulated and his hips are aching from all the grinding; he hasn't been touched by the other since the start and seeing him so bored even when he's being slowly tortured like that is so frustrating. He wants to be touched and have his little performance appreciated by Scara so he starts begging, crying and saying he can't cum anymore and shamelessly begging some more until Scara snaps from all that unnecessary noisy and throws his book to the side to turn Childe around, burying his face in the mattress and fucks him until he finally shuts up <3

[grabby-smitten]

[satsuha]

valerio for 60min challenge

[spotaus]

Ichor's back again! Decided to do some exercises with my silliest traumatized Sans, and the one that ended up sticking was the Cute Outfit doodles!

[citrine-elephant]

imagine chris doing his big titty mission activities. out hunting baddies.

coming across leon casually like the 4th image in this.

and its so "casual" the way leon's just like "hey redfield" that hes gotta do a fuckin double take

[kittykatninja321]

batjokes is one of those “I don’t like or ship this but I’d be lying if I said I don’t see where it comes from” situations for me. Like the Joker is definitely in love with Bruce I think that’s borderline canon at this point. And at some point Bruce’s insistence on keeping him alive becomes kinda sus

[prowerprojects]

"Every Shatterspace contains a shard: creates a distorted version of our reality"

"If we bring them back here, and connect them to this real one— then maybe there is a chance..."

(Sonic Prime is not a multiverse story, it's one universe that got destroyed/distorted)

"They're not your real friends"

"Nine and all the rest of them are real!"

Sonic, you do understand that if reality gets restored, and the Shatterverse stops existing (because it wouldn't be shattered anymore), so would the shatterspaces, and everyone who lives there: everything would just go back to the way it was before.

But if you consider them real, you only have two choices:

Bring the shards together and restore your reality, bringing back your friends in the process, but the people created by the shattering of the Prism would go back to being just parts of your friends and seize to exist separately?

Or leave it be, and lose your friends forever, but their counterparts would still exist as their own entities?

So what would it be, Sonic?

Who has more right to exist?

[hereissomething]

im sorry this is so random, but as you're someone who is a horror character shipper, and a fan of the thing as i just saw, PLS consider my current favourite ship that is maccready x windows

mmmyes, this ship is pleasing to me😎 comfort poor windows, the mans was goin thru it.

[scullys-scalpel]

Mark Hamill made such a cute little villainous vampire, Tom Cruise as Lestat who??

[loadsofcats]

Have a feeling that, if more of you read Riders of the purple sage by Zane Grey, you’d be going mad over Lassiter

[lady-caden]

Sometimes I rlly do love my fam

[psuejo]

❥ tied him down to my queen bed!

“fuuuck, baby—”

never in toji fushiguro’s thirty-eight years of living has he let himself get tied up. not during jobs, always too quick and nimble to even let them get close, nor when he was sleeping around. he was always on top, always the one tying them down and fucking them silly.

yet here he is, thick wrists and ankles bound to the posts of your bedframe, legs spread just for you. he can’t help it, not when you’re bouncing on his dick like a see-saw, a repetitive up and down that has those lightning veins dragging through your gooey insides.

“mmmgh, s-shit,” he moans, and it teeters off into a breathy chuckle, practically drowning in feigned confidence. even now, toji still wants to save face with that wobbly smirk on his face, though you definitely know better.

god, he feels like a teenager again, balls heavy and aching cock sensitive to every slight flutter and suctioning clamp of your sweet pussy. it’s like you’ve cast a spell on him, made him weak to your soft touches, the gentle bat of your long lashes, the feeling of your reverent lips peppering his face in endless kisses whenever he returns from a job.

that’s precisely how he ended up like this, tied down to your bed with just a small pout of your glossy lips and a few low, choice words whispered into his ear that’d had his pants instantly growing tight.

it hasn’t even been ten minutes, and toji’s ready to cum. you see it in the way his eyes keep fluttering like he’s having to fight the urge to let them roll back, how his hips don’t stop bucking up into you, shoving his dick in deep enough to create that perfect, cylindrical bulge in your tummy that has him drooling with endless moans and barely bitten off whimpers.

“c’mon, doll, un... mmf— untie me.” his hands flex, testing the barely sufficient restraints. “lemme f-fuck you right. that’s what ya want, y-yeah? jus’ untie me, baby, hah—”

you shake your head, hands on his chest as you up your pace, a familiar pressure building low in your spine. “you p-promised, toji.”

he did promise, he knows that, and he hates breaking them, but with the way you’re now swiveling your hips in torturous figure-eights, snug cunt milking him for all he’s worth, he is genuinely not gonna last.

“baby, pleaseee? you feel s-so fucking good, toji, god—” your voice is as sweet as ever, making the thick walls around toji’s mind melt into goopy, lovesick puddles and his balls draw up tight.

he doesn’t mean to cum before you, honest, but when you’re talking to him like that and riding him so good, he can’t help but pump thick, hot ropes of cum right into your womb, jaw slack for a long, whiny groan.

you don’t even get the chance to process the tears in his eyes before the ropes snap, two big hands coming down on your waist and flipping you right onto your back.

“toji, hnngh, wait—!”

your boyfriend just gives a rough shake of his head, the ropes sliding free from his wrists and ankles as he hikes your legs around his waist. his dark fringe falls in front of his face, and, for a foolish moment, you think he’s going to listen.

but toji has never been good at being submissive for long, even with you.

with a rough snap of his hips, he slams home, pushing that previous load of cum even deeper. “n-nah. ‘s my turn now.”

[bicepvein]

Reading this book for school but the amount of "book" that has been "read" is pretty low because I've been dreaming about this guy semi consistently for the past few weeks and my thoughts have run utterly away from me, thinking about going to his house and fucking him in the bed I imagine he has (very grown up, very chique, very boring) and then smoking on the balcony I imagine he has (high up, not private entirely but private enough to stand out there in underwear) with him on his knees in front of me, lazily eating me out while I lean back into the summer air. I want him but I want him utterly devoted to me, I want to reach inside of him and make him shake just by knowing his shameful little desires. Dickmatised by this guy and for why? Because he has a shitty little ponytail and I want to cut all his hair ties into pieces?

[amazonclimber]

If it it just did the 40 seconds heart attack, I think I might be able to resist. But the ability to make people spend close to a month trying to undo every awful thing they’ve done? Yeah, I’d send myself to Mu happily.

"Just once" is still yes. "Only on [insert awful person here]" is still yes.

[pergaminaa]

Bad dream involving Manon? Sure, why do I even question things at this point? (this is part the actual dream and part what I added later on while I lay down in bed trying to make sense of it)

Ugh, so there was this big building (hospital? A residential building? Not sure tbh) the Blackbeak Matron was there and Manon was supposed to go see her. Anyway, the room was on the 80th floor so it’s A WHILE to get there.

Elevators weren’t working and Manon decided to take the stairs. She was in heels and all. Also, there is another building nearby, a decrepit place full of outlaws and all. One part of the staircase of this building can easily connect to that other awful building.

Manon knows this but she figured she can stay in the right place because it’s just going straight up no detours so she should be fine. It’s not wise to keep her grandmother waiting. Also Dorian was supposed to meet her there but he called saying that he can’t because he has to take care of something.

Anyway, she went up the stairs. The first five floors were fine then after the the location of the stairs changed and she had to walk in different directions in order to go further up.

The place was changing and she realized that she had somehow ended up in that other building. Deciding to turn back she tried to find the stairs but before she could do that the door swung open and a man entered the stairwell dragging another man with him. Manon found a half-collapsed concrete wall to hide behind until it was over and they left but she was found.

Now back in the og building, Ghislaine is in her room reading. There was a slight knock, barely there but she heard it. Opening the door she is surprised to see Manon there, her face pale and she was trembling. Manon didn’t say anything at all but Ghislaine didn’t need any words to realize that something was wrong.

Sorrel gathered the thirteen and they all went to Ghislaine’s room, settling in the living room not knowing what was going on.

Ghislaine called Sorrel and told her to remain neutral and not let anyone realize that something was off. It was hard, Sorrel tried her best but the two requests Ghislaine made sent cold chills down her spine.

Returning back with the doctor Ghislaine requested by name got everyone’s attention. Sorrel was honest, she has no idea what’s going on but that can’t be good.

Briar wondered if Dorian was around at all, but no one had seen him. Dorian showed up around an hour later, having learned that Manon and the rest of the Thirteen were in Ghislaine’s room. As soon as he was inside, Sorrel was on him, almost strangling him. It took both Asterin and Edda to pry her off of him. While not going for murder, the rest of them looked at him as if has committed a grave crime. Worry, then fear crept over him, realizing what this was about.

“What happened?” He looked at them.

“We don’t know,” Vesta said.

“Nothing good, if you must know,” Sorrel was barely looking at him, close to losing her temper once again. She remembers every word Ghislane told her, what supplies she instructed the doctor to bring. Murderous rage threatened to take over her again.

The door to Ghislaine’s room opened and the witch herself came out. “You need to leave,” She almost hissed at Dorian.

“What happened?” He repeated, less curious and more worried. He couldn't shake the feeling that something was very wrong. Manon wasn't there, and this made him anxious. Something happened to her, he is sure of it.

“You were supposed to be there, why weren’t you?” The usually calm Ghislaine snapped at him.

“What is happening? Something came up and I told Manon that I’ll meet her later on. She didn’t need me there,” That was the plan, he and Manon talked and agreed.

"You should have stayed." She sneered.

"I have to see her, where is she?" Dorian demanded.

"No, you do not. She's sleeping and shouldn't be disturbed," Ghislaine was getting angrier the more she looked at him, so she retreated back into her room and shut the door.

She told one of the girls to bring new clothes for Manon. It was done as soon as possible. Try as she might, Ghislaine couldn't talk Manon out of changing and trying to get to her grandmother. She kept her waiting for long enough. She emerged from Ghislaine's room to a room full of concerned faces, but she focused on the task at hand.

[laceyfaeryy]

MDNI 18+

simon riley with his favourite cam girl

cw: masturbation

simon didn’t care that all of his money went to a girl that he didn’t know, a girl that was filming herself behind the camera.

“thanks for the donation sr141,” your shy face flashing a smile as you slowly untied the front piece of your shirt, his eyes glued to the screen savouring each moment. simon’s cock chubbed in his hands, slow strokes as his eyes remained trained on the screen.

he’s seen your naked body numerous of times, but yet every time you undid your clothes it felt like the first time all over again.

it was adorable just how shy you were, the faint blush in your cheeks as you displayed your pretty glossy cunt to the camera, playing it with your hands.

sr141 sent $400 > look so pretty baby

he almost came in his pants when you flashed the camera a smile. “thanks for the donations again,” you mumbled softly as you took out a toy - a dildo. “i wanted to do something new, maybe a toy?” you asked the chat as you held it up. god, what simon would do to be that.

the chat spammed with responses, sometimes he wished that it was a private call - these men didn’t deserve you.

sr141 commented > please, want to see your pretty lil cunt take it

he watched as you gently rubbed it along your glossy cunt, making it glisten with your arousal before sinking in. “it also vibrates,” you moaned as you thrusted it in and out of your cunt. simon was mesmerised, the way your cunt took the toy all the way in made him imagine how it felt to be buried deep snuggly in your cunt.

would you feel as tight as he imagined? would you make all those pretty noises you were making now?

sr141 commented > turn up the vibrations pretty, want to watch you fall apart

the way you blushed whenever simon commented didn’t go unnoticed, it added to his delusions that maybe you noticed him, maybe he would be offered a private call.

his strokes moved with yours, watching the way your body trembled when you turned on the vibrations, small moans coming in between your laboured pants. you were already making a damn mess on the bed, and you haven’t even came.

“‘m gonna cum, it’s too much,” you whined as your hips buckled, simon fantasying that he was the one in between your legs, tongue deep inside your cunt savouring your taste. sometimes he wondered maybe, just maybe he would make a special appearance. flaunting that he has a pretty girl to fuck in front of the cameras, claiming you.

the moment you came so did he, spilling his thick cum all over his calloused palms as he watched you lay breathless.

sr141 > just came with you baby, you were amazing

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