#or my previous work

[neonhairspray]

Down On My Knees To Pray

Author's note: What can I say? I just needed to get this out of my head, because it wouldn't leave me alone. That's what you get while being horny as fuck + thinking about the trip you had at the end of August (which can be felt in this story).

Warnings: Attempt at light smut. Oral (m receiving) and allusion to it (f receiving). Bad punctuation as always.

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There was a certain hunger that she felt.

The one that couldn't be satisfied by anything you could put on a table. Even if you'd put the most exquisite meal a restaurant in this small town could offer you she'd still feel hungry.

On one hand she felt a bit surprised, even ashamed of it. How carnal it was & how urgent everything felt. A light breeze after a short, but heavy spring rain couldn't even help her. People were going about their lives, coming back from work, walking their dogs & she tried to concentrate on it. It did not work so she casted her eyes, full of lust and need, to a man standing by the mirror in this small old fashioned bathroom.

He was slightly crouching, trying to adjust to the mirror that was a bit too low for him. Hairbrush in one hand, trying to tame his luscious curls that were even harder to brush, because they got caught up in the rain while on their way from a grocery store. It wasn't far from the apartment they were staying at during this trip, but enough to soak them wet. Miraculously all the items in the bag were almost untouched by the rain, but they had to change into dry clothes which somehow made them laugh. The whole experience wasn't pleasant yet she was the first one to chuckle once they locked the door. One glance at each other and they were both laughing. Maybe it was the lack of sleep or some kind of thrill, but in a weird way they felt happy.

He was now in his black jeans & red flannel shirt. Unbuttoned & showing off his pale skin, with a freckle here and there & a patch of hair on his chest. To her it was such an appetizing view, something she yearned for right now. To satisfy the hunger that would not leave.

So she closed the door of a small side balcony, closed a squeaky old fashioned blinds & stepped behind him. Long lean hands enveloped his slender torso and a gust of warm air was felt on his back. He couldn't see her since she was a bit smaller, but one blue eye was peeping from the side and looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Did it get too cold? he asked, finally managing to comb his hair without getting a hairbrush stuck somewhere in the middle of the process.

Kind of, yes. she answered, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. But I also got a bit hungry.

Good thing we got focaccia & some mozzarella in that- and he stopped when she stepped in front of him, looking up straight to his eyes. Wordless sentences were pouring from her intense gaze, following the movement of his muddy green orbs that were confused, excited and curious at the same time.

Her warm lips touched his chest, leaving delicate kisses as they went lower. Bony fingers sneaking around his back, going down. Just like her, now licking his skin as her knees were almost touching cold tiles of this small space.

His breathing became irregular, eyes closing shut & barely audible whimpers escaping his mouth. She smiled to herself, licking that small patch of hair just above his belt that was gone in seconds & now her fingers undoing the buttons of his jeans, sliding them down together with his boxers.

Look at me she said. He opened his eyes only to be met with her hungry gaze. Sometimes he wondered if she realized just how powerful it can be, the intensity and clarity of it all. One look was enough & he got it, everything was clear. She saw his pleading eyes trying to maintain the contact and a mischievous laugh left her lips.

God! breathless moan bounced off of the walls. For a non believer he used Gods name too often, but most of the time it was because of her. Like now, when he slid inside her warm mouth. She was slow at first, pumping what she couldn't fit inside with her hand. Applying just the right amount of pressure so his moans would become louder. She loved it, the way this man would be at her mercy, whining unashamedly & being completely vulnerable. All the power in her hands, literally.

Higher Love by Depeche Mode was playing from the bedroom, a playlist that they've made filled with the songs they both love. And how ironic it was, words sung by Dave:

I can taste more than feel

This burning inside is so real

I can almost lay my hands upon

The warm glow that lingers on

As if it wasn't enough her other hand slid all the way up from his thigh and lightly squeezed his balls. Her mouth was getting faster, both of their breaths louder and more erratic. The palm of his hand was flat against the cracked tiles on the wall, fingers trembling in front of his eyes. Blurry vision, one look in the mirror and the view he saw made him glad that the doors were wooden and old, almost soundproof. She would not kneel for anyone, be it Gods or mere mortals. The whole act being a sign of defeat & humiliation yet here she was. That drop of pride now buried deep inside just like he was in her mouth, making her gasp for air. Because there was hunger to be satisfied & a need to see him falling apart. How beautiful he looked in these moments, she thought. Almost on the verge of tears, his emotions on display. Lips parted, body shivering and eyes full of sad beauty & gratefulness alike.

Darling, I don't.... Please. he murmured, barely keeping his eyes open

What? What is that you want? she said, stopping and raising an eyebrow. Her throat was a bit sore, but the hunger she felt before was almost gone. Almost.

Baby,I... Ahhh!! he groaned, voice higher than usual, filling her mouth with warm liquid. He was babbling, still hazzy, repeating her name almost like mantra. She swallowed, licking her lips and smiling to herself. Seeing him like that was like a reward & even the cold tiles under her shaky knees weren't that uncomfortable. It's nothing compared to the satisfaction she got & was able to give him.

The man was getting back to himself, so he got his boxers & pants on, then went down on his knees, just like her, and got his arms around her. They stayed like that for a while, no words exchanged just a kiss here and there until their heartbeats seemed to synchronize.

Kinda cold in there, what do you say? he was the first to break the silence that felt so comfortable & pleasant.

It is... After all it's only the beginning of spring. I guess we should move on to the bedroom? she said looking up to him. He nodded.

Marvelous idea. Let's go! he took her in his arms, carrying to the bedroom bridal style. For a second they both thought about the same thing, but from different perspectives. How would it feel and what it would be like. This was a quick and unexpected thought, none of them knowing that their minds were thinking about the exact scenario. He lowered her on the bed, eyes clouded with admiration which made his hunger much stronger than before. He looked at her, wearing only loose t-shirt that used to belong to him before & a shy smile. The same woman who was caressing his balls & sucking his dick like the most delicious dessert she ever had was now slightly blushing.

Hey, what's wrong? she asked while he was still standing by the edge of the bed. Then he took a hair tie from his back pocket, got his still untamed curls in a bun & rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Her heart began to beat faster.

Nothing. I'm just feeling a bit hungry, you know... his voice was lower & tone more serious than usual. Now she had to grip the bed sheets, body shivering & breathing becoming more and more ragged with every passing second.

He lifted his deft fingers to his lips, licking them and then silently said:

Gripping those sheets already? Darling, I'm just getting started... Open your legs for me, please. I'm starving.

[blankipur-blog]

I AM LA REVACHOLIÈRE.

I AM THE CITY.

BE VIGILANT.

I LOVE YOU.

[rika-mortis]

Made a silly alternate version for the previous comic

[crystallizsch]

do you shake the tweels to make them glow or do you crack them like a glowstick

thank you @comedydoctor18 😭

[inkedberries]

i have a headcanon that Yoichi trims AFO's hair because i can't help but compare AFO's nicely trimmed hair to Yoichi's and i thought someone had to have cut AFO's hair for him and it is only logical for me to assume it was Yoichi who did. I think AFO would only trust Yoichi to be so close to him with a sharp object like a pair of scissors lol

I think Yoichi would have also liked cutting his brother's hair at first, because it would make him feel helpful in a way? And I just think even when AFO put him in the vault, AFO would still go there to get his hair trimmed by Yoichi.

and once Yoichi joins the resistance, he offers to do this for Kudo as well.

[fumiko-matsubara]

A day out together 🧡🍁🍂

Shout out to all the rankane yuri fics I've been reading the past two weeks where they'd just go on a date in at least one chapter because it's all my brain cares about right now lol 🫶🏼

[poirott]

Sir David Suchet on the gifts he received from Agatha Christie's Poirot tv series → Capital Theatres interview, January 12 2024

"I know how fortunate I am to have had the opportunity to play such an astonishing character over all these years, and to see him blossom so dramatically around me, to see his exploits dubbed into more than fifty languages and broadcast in almost every country in the world. It is amazing, humbling, and the greatest present that I could ever have been given." - David Suchet, Poirot and Me

[saturnvs]

but imagine this: a fjording that is also a unicorn :)

[jadecantcreate]

theyre holding hands……(and being shy about it)

hootsie and gricko doodles (mostly hootsie)

both requested by @nicohasperished !

[hermit-frog]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[soapyakships]

all niigo birthday art pieces COMPLETE!!

[shivroy]

kendalling in oil

[binart]

going over footage from their lions but also getting dISTRACTED DFJKGHDF

[varpusvaras]

Jason gets shot once with a gun with enough punch that it completely pierces his armor on the side, and there is a moment of panic because oh that was definitely his kidney right there, but Jason just keeps going like nothing happened and takes the guy down and then turns around like what are you guys staring at.

And he still doesn't look like he even noticed it.

"Jesus Christ Jason lay down!"

"What? Why?"

"What do you mean what, why? You just got shot!"

"What? Ah, damnit, I hate fixing up these, bullet holes in armor suck"

"Be less worried about bullet holes in your armor and more about bullet holes in you!"

"Relax, it didn't even hit me."

"What?"

And Jason proceeds to strip off his body armor and show that a lot of it is just, you know, armor and padding. His actual bodyline is a lot further in than where his armor makes it look like it is. And he is very confused over why everybody is confused about this because this is the whole fucking point of armor? You know, to shield his actual body? So he doesn't take the brunt of the hits? Oh, what is he even talking about, of course you would be confused, you spandex-wearing weirdoes.

Later they ask him what else is a lie, because apparently Jason is not actually a hulking mass of muscle, and Jason proceeds to take his boots off, and immediately shifts from being 6'2+ to just 6 feet tall.

"Why are you wearing platform combat boots?!"

"I stepped on glass and other shit too many times while wearing those pixie boots! Not anymore! Nothing can get through these soles! Oh and also I like the height."

[signanothername]

Get humbled Nightmare

I love to think Killer sometimes gives Nightmare the vibe of “I’m not stuck in here with you, you’re stuck in here with me” dhhdhd

Bonus sketch