#order up for:

[daryascurse]

May I ask for Mr. Howl Pendragon? D, P, S 🌸

You’re going to destroy me thinking about this okay okay… Howl… I can’t lie I’m so besotted and obsessed. I hope this is the right level of filth because my brain was burning. Aaaack.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ | ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ + BLANK / AGELESS BLOGS ᴅɴɪ // cw: praise kinks, finger sucking; no physical description of reader but called "good girl" (ofc)

D for Dirty [How do they dirty talk? What do they say?]

When Howl Pendragon talks dirty, his voice becomes like cream – thick and sweet and with a pouring, throaty flow to it. Of course he calls you a good girl, and then he tells you why, tells you of your beauty, your perfect fit around him, adores the wetness, the softness he loves to play with. It makes you spellbound, with a different kind of magic than that he usually practices. He endlessly showers praise in these murmurs, some coming in a foreign tongue that you may not understand, but that have the same delicious ring to them as they roll off the tongue. Before you realize it, he’s made you develop a praise kink, so desperate to keep hearing him worship your body. It wasn’t his intention to cast the spell either, this primal magic that you’ve now been trained in exercising too, dripping and desperately needing friction between your thighs as soon as he says anything sweet or passionate. “You came when I called you a good girl? Will you do it again for me?”

P for Position [What is their favorite position(s) and why?]

Any position where Howl can see your face is his favorite. He wants to cup your face in his hands, tenderly stroke fingers down the side of your cheeks, maybe slip his thumb into your mouth right when he slips inside you and feel every minuscule muscle tighten with the agony of his first slow, building, thrusts. He thinks your face is beautiful, always, but he wants to see your pupils dilate, wants to see if your eyes tighten, your nose scrunches, your mouth presses together or drops open, as you get flustered. Maybe your lips fit around his tongue, desperately sucking, desperate for more filling, and he’ll smile at you in turn as he gives you what you see you need. “You’re doing so well, doing so good for me.”

S for Sexy [What would they do/wear to turn on their partner?]

Howl, in his vanity, keeps his jewelry on during sex. He loves the feeling of luxury, of royalty, of being adorned in gold and gems as his hands run across your body, turn under your jaw, twinkling just like your eyes. You look so irresistible, framed by velvets and flowers and brocade patterns of his room. And what Howl does, when you’re on him, below him, but your hands are close to him, is makes you part of that beautiful picture. His hands are locked on yours, but he’ll gently lift yours free, and as he fucks you, he slides a ring off his finger and right onto yours. He can tell, in the way it makes you clench, and rush wet for him, that looking at it shining so innocuously between your middle and pinky finger gives you the same thrill it does him. He has to hold back a groan, hold himself up from frantically fucking into you harder, and he resists until he hears the whines coming higher and faster from your own throat. “It suits you. You look so perfect being mine.”

[gerrykeay]

did you know there's a day-by-day timeline of the plot in the dungeon meshi adventurer's bible and TODAY is when it all kicks off

happy falin gets eaten and the gang starts eatin' day :)

[bobananami]

♫ ♪ BOBA! ⊹ twenty ⊹ anime/manga luvr ♬♩

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[bobabucky]

♫ ♪ BOBA! ⊹ twenty ⊹ marvel/dc luvr ♬♩

writing sideblog :: marvel movie lover + novice dc fan!

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MARVEL

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#boba blogs -> rambles

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[seafumes]

rich husbands who make their whole life about taking care of you.

oh, that necklace you glanced at while at the mall? now you're there trying several other ones on because "they all look perfect on you."

the dress you looked at through that shop window? bought. plus anything else you even remotely wanted.

that snack you crave almost all the time? he almost buys the whole business for you just to have them as often as you'd like. (in moderation of course!)

rich husbands who don't understand why you want to work, and every time you tell them why they simply say:

"i can provide more than enough for the both of us, but go ahead."

rich husbands the second they see you all stressed and tired from that job, call in and quit for you.

and when you try to get up the next morning to go to said job, he ushers you back to bed, lays you down and tells you to "not worry about that pesky job again."

rich husbands who like to make it known to everyone that you're married to him.

buys you the biggest rock you've ever seen adorned on your finger to propose to you, and makes it his routine to see if you have his ring on. (which you always do.)

indirectly flaunts it to passersby's by holding your hand, occasionally picking your hand up to inspect it, and trying not to crack a smile as he hears women gasp, and whisper, "she's one lucky woman."

rich husbands who tell everyone they know about you, whether that be coworkers, family, or random people, he'll always somehow flip the conversation to being about you.

"oh that? my wife is quite fond of it, yes."

"that reminds me of my wife, she quite likes those things. often calling them "cute.""

rich husbands <33

[dinoserious]

a few shadow gira sketches

[chloesimaginationthings]

Happy 1 year anniversary to FNAF ruin!!

[kitteecafe]

im so late to pride posting lmao

[righteousenjoymentofthunder]

just. dropping this here

[foolsocracy]

Hi, I love your art! Would you ever consider drawing the Fab Five as adults?

hell yeah

[daryascurse]

For the kiss game 💋 1 + Howl, because I think mornings with him would be the softest ✨

🥺 the SOFTEST INDEED!! I'm dreaming of so many mornings with him now!!

“a kiss… good morning”

The night passed dreamlessly; as if you had just closed the thick velvet drapery and slipped under the sheets, nestling into the space before Howl’s bent knees and arm lazily tucked over your waist. But you now open your eyes to find his shoulder blades staring at you rather than his own long lashes. The two of you have turned in the night, your body now the big spoon with legs slotted between the tangle of his limbs gangly in the blankets.

You slip your hand over his ribs, under a bicep reaching under the pillow beneath the silky shag of his head. Howl’s lungs rise and fall slow, deep, under your spread fingers, still asleep.

You kiss the back that faces you, finding the skin soft at the spine. You kiss along his shoulders, each dusting of freckle, down each slot of vertebrae, your feet kicking into him as you pull yourself up to kiss the back of his neck.

Howl makes a grumbling sound that isn’t cranky, just incoherent.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” you say, turning your side into the soft plush of the mattress and pressing your hips to his as you reach with your other hand to comb through the tangles of his hair. It isn’t the most comfortable, but you kiss the path your fingers leave in the tawny strands.

Howl makes another sound that’s closer to your name than nonsense, nodding and pushing his head into the pillow further. You kiss the back of his head again and he begins to turn, elbow knocking into your arm. He sighs into the dim light of the room, shaking stray hair free from his eyes.

“Early,” is what he says at last. But he turns fully to face you with legs lashing to knit behind yours again, even with his eyes still fighting, still undecided in the battle between sleep and waking. His arms make room for you, and you smile, even though he can’t see it. You kiss his forehead now, and he turns his face up.

“More,” Howl whines, and when you kiss his waiting mouth, his lips are sweet and his hands close over you again.

minors, ageless, blank blogs dni with me

[bi-writes]

mail-order bride x simon "ghost" riley masterlist

this story is meant to be open-ended and vague. a collection of scenarios between simon and his mail-ordered bride.

cw: this piece isn't necessarily nsfw or dark, but i will not promise it won't contain these themes as these pieces are literally posted on the spot with random prompts (18+)

early delivery

no privacy

help wanted

get off my lawn

views

quiet hours

expectations

necessity

no past

laundry day

stars align

comfort place

summer heat

movie night

mirror thoughts

left behind

it's orange

oopsies

plan b

besties

lunch date

reality

dinner date

honesty

make a wish

open book

wants and needs

#mail-order tag (lore + more lmao)

[egophiliac]

doylist explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: probably something about space constraints and making sure two sprites in one seat aren't covering anyone else when they're not in focus

watsonian explanation for why Gidel is only in Fellow's non-idle lesson animations: he snuck in and is hiding from the teachers, don't give him away 🤫

(I've reached my limit of unsuccessful attempts at pulling them before I need to save keys for Halloween, so I've been living vicariously through youtube videos...but the fact that Gidel just pops up from under the desk to wave his arms around happily is really testing my resolve. D: I'm gonna die when they finally get to do alchemy...)

[bet-on-me-13]

The cult of...Danny Fenton?

So! Way back when Danny first moved into his new neighborhood in Gotham, he had some trouble controlling his Powers. The different Types and Levels of Ectoplasm in the air when compared to Amity had thrown off his control.

He was used to being in places where his Ectoplasm meshed well with the Atmosphere, like a Water Balloon in a Pool, but in Gotham that analogy would be closer to a Water Balloon in the sewers. It was too different from what he was used to to fully control his Powers.

So it's understandable that he messed up a few times and his neighbors found out about his Abilities.

They took it well at first, Danny wasn't going to go Rogues or anything, and he never used them maliciously, but eventually they got curious.

They asked what his limits were, how he got them in the first place, and what the hell the Ghost Zone was. The answers "None Really", "I died and was reborn", and "A Collective of every Afterlife at once" did spark some interesting reactions from them.

Most importantly, a few of them joked about him being an Eldritch God that they needed to worship. He was good enough friends with them that at that point they felt comfortable pranking eachother, so they did just that.

Danny woke up one day on his birthday, and saw all of his friends and neighbors surrounding the makeshift Throne they had made and put him on while he was asleep. The entire day they chanted stuff like "The Great One requires Ms. Smiths Apple Pie for his day of birth!" And "The Great One Wishes for us to sing the Ritual Song! Happy Birthday to You! Happy Birth-"

After his birthday, they kept up the joke.

It didn't help that his powers had evolved Again! And now he could bestow abilities onto his friends. The jokes they made about their God granting them Supernatural Powers to rule the world with were insufferable.

Then, one day while he was just resting at home, watching a movie on his TV, he felt a Pull at his Core. The same kind of Pull whenever he was being summoned. But why would they summon hi- Oh Shit! It's Mr Jenkins Party today! He was supposed to meet them at the Warehouse they used for special events an Hour Ago!

He quickly accepted the Summoning, but was met with a suprising sight. His Neighbors all tied up in a pile to his right, a spilled table of party food to his left, and right in front of him, Batman and his Family watching him with wary eyes.

Slowly, he opened his mouth. "...so, did you come for the party or..."

[pangur-and-grim]

introducing the SICKO's SALE!

for the last three weeks, all three of my cats have been fighting a URI which has gradually gotten worse. Pangur and Belphie have managed to get by with one vet visit each, and are improving with medication, but Grim has pre-existing asthma, and so she has done........less well, with multiple vet trips, including one midnight drive to the emergency clinic. altogether, this has added up to roughly $2.5k (receipts beneath the cut).

WHICH MEANS, everything at greerstothers.shop is 25% off with the discount code 'sickos'!

I have risograph prints, vinyl stickers, enamel pins, hand-bound zines, and more, so please take a look. I'm sure something will catch your eye!

the only receipts I couldn't find are the Pangur vet visit in Guelph, and one of the recent Grim visits (it was a paper receipt which has.......walked away and hidden somewhere).

[toonstarterz]

Shout out to dungeon meshi for having almost all adult characters.

In an era where fantasy and isekai are usually reserved for teenagers, having a series where grown ass men and women can go on silly adventures together is a giant breath of fresh air.