#oyster anon

[ranfren-confessions]

I feel like there's a lot more to Randal than most people see. he reminds of a pearl almost; you just keep peeling layer after layer until you get to the bones of the animal that got stuck in the clam's mucus some 20 years ago. he's said some very suspicious things in a couple of Lucids that suggests he has a past much, much, larger than what we know as the ivory house. especially the rat men volumes, what the fuck was that? oh, and another one that really caught my attention was the black speech bubble where he said he regrets not keeping pieces of friends with him in the past. what past mf? there's way more I just don't wanna go back and find. anyways, I hope we get more clues in maybe book three or something. howdie is torturing us.

-oyster anon

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[selfship-confession-box]

i like my f/o but i hate how the fandom portrays him… like noooo, he is not a tall skinny edgy twink..!! he is a short fat sleepy cat man..!! smh yall… anyway i love him so much. i wanna feed him tangerines

- 🦪 (if not already taken)

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[qksxzo]

Levi on a blind date pls 🙏🏻

i had tew much fun writing this. unfortunately, i do think there will be a part two… but that’s up for you to decide. 

so embarrassing  /  levi x reader

wc: 3.4k

levi was tired. 

“oh come on levi, i really think you’ll like yn!” hanji exclaims. 

“i’m not going on a shitty blind date just because you think i’ll like your friend,” he mutters, taking a sip of his tea while sending a glare her way. 

“you don’t know it’s going to be shitty,” the brunette says, trying to be convincing in such a way that she thinks just might work, “plus, i’ll even pay for your dinner!” 

“why are you talking to me like you’re trying to meet a quota?” he raises a brow before dismissing her, “it’s not happening.” 

hanji whines dejectedly, her body deflating in such a way that makes levi want to scoff. instead, he opts to take another sip of his tea. 

“okay… well if me not paying for your meal isn’t enough for you to say yes, how about we make a deal?” 

levi wants so badly for her to just leave him the hell alone, but he can’t help that his curiosity is piqued with how hard she’s trying to sell this.

“i’m listening.” 

“yay!” she yells before murmuring, “except… i didn’t really think this through.” 

“you want to make a shitty deal but you don’t even know what it is,” levi inquires, “you’re beyond saving.” 

“ouch! anyways though, it was going to be something along the lines of if it goes terribly then i am forever in your debt and also you get one favor from me redeemable at anytime no matter how inconvenient for me. as for the second…” 

“let me guess, it goes well and you get bragging rights or… whatever your deranged and deluded mind comes up with.”

“precisely! you’re so smart, levi!” 

“spare me,” he mutters, “but fine, not that i need any favors from you. don’t go thinking it’s going to be a whole thing.” 

at least he’ll get a free meal and maybe a good conversation. not that he was the best at conversations anyways.

“oh wonderful! i set you up a reservation tonight at six! it’s fancy, so wear something classy.”

his eye twitches with a vengeance because of course she already made a reservation. 

unbelievable. 

“i’m going to beat your ass when this is over.” 

“oh, i don’t know about that one, yn’s hot.” hanji grins, wiggling her eyebrows.

levi rolls his eyes, “eat shit.” 

dressed in a black suit with a black silk undershirt, levi waits for you outside of the restaurant, an upper class italian fusion place that had him wondering how the hell his idiot friend could afford such an extravagant restaurant. 

he leaned against the wall beside him, checking his phone to see the time was 5:55pm. hanji had insisted on him getting there early and he has no doubts she hounded you as well with all her talk of, “places like this don’t mess around! both people have to be there and on TIME!” 

he hears heels coming towards him, but figures it’s just another patron walking inside before he sees two black heels stop in front of him, “excuse me, are you levi?” 

he freezes slightly before looking up from his phone to drag his eyes up your figure, meeting your gaze in a way that has him feeling significantly warmer. 

damn. that’s all he thinks before he recovers the best he can, “yeah. you yn?”

your lips twitch. “that’s me. i would say i’m glad not to be catfished, but it’s not like i saw a picture of you beforehand.” 

he can’t help the slight chuckle that arises. “well, glad we’re on the same boat there.” 

you let out a quiet laugh before you pull your phone out, and he eyes your manicured nails as you check the time, placing your nail just underneath the numbers that read 5:58pm, “good thing we were on the same boat about timing as well. should we head in?” 

“yeah, we should.” he pushes off from the wall before walking with you and opening the door. “after you.” 

the way you hold your gaze on him as you thank him before entering is not lost on levi, and he quickly unbuttons the top of his shirt to relieve the tight feeling in his throat.

 hanji was full of shit when she said you were hot. you were absolutely breathtaking.

“i’ll just do a paloma, please,” you say to the waitress, “and a water as well, no ice.” 

“of course, miss,” the blonde haired woman who had introduced herself as annie nodded, turning her head to look at the male across from you, “and for you, sir?” 

“an old fashioned, please. neat.” 

“perfect. i’ll get your drinks in right away then.” 

“i don’t think i’ve met someone who drinks a neat old fashioned.” you claimed, resting your chin in your palm. 

“i’ve always preferred my drinks that way, i hate watered down alcohol,” he admits. “do you usually get fruitier drinks?” 

you shrug, “honestly, i take a gamble everytime, i don’t like sticking to one thing.” 

he raises a brow, “that’s a bold move when it comes to alcohol.” 

you laugh, “i don’t drink often so i guess it’s my way of trying everything,” you pause slightly with a slight smile, “i actually played it safe today. paloma’s are one of my favorites.”

he tries so hard not to stare, but he doesn’t want to seem like he’s avoiding your gaze. he’s never been intimidated like this, people don’t usually make him this uneasy… but there’s immediately something about you that makes him nervous. then, as if all your talk of drinks spoke them into existence, annie comes back with your drinks at a meticulous speed. 

you both thank her, after which she asks if you would like to start your meal with an appetizer, to which you both hastily decide on the oysters and grilled octopus. she takes her leave once again and you take a sip of your drink, making a pleased sound through your closed lips. 

“so, how did four-eyes convince you to show up?” he can’t help it, he’s curious- even more curious on how hanji is friends with someone like you. 

“well, i was fully intending to deny her until the end of time, but… i don’t know, maybe i’d call it an instinct,” you answer, “though, the free food was a pretty big plus for me. you?” 

he can’t help but feel at a loss, and he pauses for a moment before willing himself to speak, careful with how he chooses his next words (something that he usually never cares about), “yeah, an instinct is what i’d call it too.” 

he doesn’t miss the way your eyes light up, and this is the first time he’s seen you give him a full smile. jesus, how the fuck did hanji find you? 

“so, levi,” you lean back with your arms folded, “cats or dogs.” 

he blinks. “can’t say i’m privy to either.” 

you nod, “too much for you?” 

“too filthy,” he answers, “in terms of cleanliness, i would prefer a cat, though.” 

the corner of your mouth twitches up, and he feels like he’s playing the price is right or some shit like that with the way he wants to impress you. 

he thinks you’re pleased with his answer as you respond, “i prefer cats too. dogs have a smell, it makes me feel gritty. i’m assuming you’re big on cleanliness then?” 

he nods, “i don't tolerant dirty surroundings.”

“ah.” you say before covering your mouth with a discreet giggle, and he can’t help the frown that settles on his face. 

“something funny?”

“not at all,” you waved your arms in an x-like motion while shaking your head. “it’s just that’s the only thing hanji told me about you.” 

he scoffs, leaning back in his seat to fold his arms, “of course she did. she’s the messiest pig i know.” 

he should really tone down the abrasiveness, he thinks, but you don’t seem to mind as you let out a laugh. “she does seem to leave a tornado behind her everywhere she goes.”

levi chuckles, and you ask him another question. “now i’m curious about what she’s told you about me.”

oh. 

well. 

“she said you’re nice.” he pauses, looking at the table before meeting your eyes again. “and that you’re hot.” 

you cover your face with your hand, trying to hide the blush of embarrassment that paints itself that brushes across your cheeks. “ah, that sounds like her.” 

he swallows, maybe he shouldn’t have said that… whatever, it’s not like he really said anything wrong. before he can think too much more, annie approaches with your appetizers, placing them on the small table with a practiced ease. “have you had a chance to decide on your main courses?” 

levi decides on the smoked salmon, not recognizing half of the things that were on the menu, while you order the mezzelune. annie tells you both the main courses will be brought out upon the finishing of your appetizers, to which you both nod in agreement. 

he notices you don’t say anything after annie leaves. “are you embarrassed?” 

you shrug, seemingly more shy now, yet still exuding the confidence you’ve shown as you cut off a piece of octopus. “well, i think she could’ve at least told you something about me personally.” 

“well, now’s your chance.” 

“hmm…” you place your hands in your lap, looking up in thought, trying to think of something that would make you seem cool in front of possibly the hottest guy you’ve ever been on a date with, “i dj sometimes.” 

levi’s eyebrows raise. “like at kids birthday parties?” 

“clubs,” you grin, “you know heavenly?” 

“i’ve heard of it,” taking a bite of the octopus on his plate, he thinks he puts two and two together when he asks you, “is that where you met hanji?”

you look at him surprised. “yes, actually. how’d you know?”

“levi, i just met the coolest bitch i’ve ever met like, ever,” hanji slurs over the phone, “you need to come to heavenly with meeeeeee.” 

“levi, this is erwin. hanji just spilled her drink all over the dj’s setup. please come pick us up.”

“just a hunch,” he says. “so, you don’t drink a lot, but you play at clubs?” 

you giggle, reaching over to grab an oyster just as he does, your hands barely grazing, “that seems to be the case… you should stop by the next time i decide to play.” 

“you sure you won’t get nervous?” he asks this mainly to tease you, but his voice hides any sort of flirtation. 

you seem to catch on, though. 

“i don’t get nervous,” you bluff, eyes locking onto his before you look down at the oyster sitting on your plate, “it’s been a long time since i’ve had these… eat one with me?” 

he nods, picking his up, and the two of you lean your heads back to let the oyster slide down your throats. 

the rest of the night is one for the books for levi, seeing as, when the food comes out, you both have to remember to eat in the midst of your conversation. you don’t seem to mind his sarcastic humor.  in fact, it seems you adopt that humor too as you respond to him. he doesn’t think he’s had a date go this smoothly, let alone a blind one (in which case, this is his first blind date but you get the idea, right?). it’s rare for levi to go out like this, especially with someone as radiant as you. he truly thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s laid eyes on. not only that, but your intellect, your wit, the way you carry yourself… 

you’re completely his type. 

at this point, long after the both of you finish your meals, he has you giggling, albeit a little bit drunkly. 

“this is going to be so embarrassing if you’re not even slightly drunk right now.” you say, leaning your cheek into your palm, face hot as you look at the piercing man in front of you. 

he’s not, but he assures you the alcohol is doing it’s job- and he’s not completely lying. he does notice that his body feels significantly… warmer. “yeah, i’m feeling it too right now.” 

you smile, “you’re lying, but it’s ok, i’ll let it slide.” 

“oh yeah? how generous of you.” he chuckles dryly, hooking his finger around his collar to let his neck breathe. 

“i know, right,” you say before shifting your gaze, “sorry for being such a lightweight.”

“don’t apologize,” he says, tentatively placing a warm hand on top of yours, “i’m still enjoying myself.” 

he can’t tell if it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s the lighting, but your face reddens tenfold at his comment as you quickly flit your eyes from where his hand rests on yours and back up to his eyes. “i’m glad i’m not the only one.” 

god, if you keep looking at me like that i don’t know what i’ll do, he thinks before leaning forward in his chair, “you wanna get out of here?” 

Break here 

after the two of you get the bill situated thanks to hanji’s generosity (and possibly a hint of desperation?), he offers to walk you home after you tell him you live only a few blocks away. you shake your head and tell him he really doesn’t have to but he cuts you off with a swoonworthy, “i want to.” 

he didn’t want to seem like a creep offering, but he would never be able to forgive himself if he just let you walk away. you seemed to be more sober now- not that you had been all that drunk in the first place, but the flush on your face seemed to erase itself the more you walked with him. the two of you walk in a comfortable silence, the brisk fall air surrounding you both. like clockwork, you start to shiver, crossing your hands to rub your elbows, “bad day to wear something sleeveless.” 

it’s seriously like the universe was setting him up, and he immediately takes off the blazer of his suit to wrap around you, “it’s not the best but it should keep you warmer than that.” 

you blush, oh my god it smells like him… get a grip, right now. “thank you, levi.” 

“don’t mention it.” he waves you off, placing his hands into his pockets as he walks next to you, “your feet must be freezing.” 

you chuckle, looking down at the cold leather of your heels, “just a little bit. lucky for me, we’re almost there.” 

he nods, noticing the way his heart twinges at the thought of having to say goodbye to you so early. though, that twinge is quickly overshadowed when he feels your pinky reach from underneath his jacket to touch his wrist in a ghostlike manner, like you were testing the waters to see if he’d bite. 

his hand slowly unsheathes from his pocket to meet your cold one, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand at a futile attempt to bring some life back to it, “holding my hand already?” 

“you don’t seem to mind,” you tease, “if it helps you feel better, it’s just a couple places down.” 

“tch, you’re acting as if i would hold your hand out of pity.”

you laugh, “well, i’m glad you’re not then!” 

he continues to hold your hand as you lead him up the steps, not letting go even as you turn around. he eyes the building with a raised brow, “so if i start djing do you think i’ll be able to afford something like this?” 

you grin, “maybe if you try hard enough you’ll be able to afford multiple.” 

he gives you another dry chuckle, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, “i guess i’ll need to practice then.” 

“indeed.” you giggle, welcoming the warmth of his hand as it grazes your face before he drops it to his side, “i had a really good time tonight, levi.” 

he doesn’t know why he avoids your gaze at first, but he nods, “i did too, yn.” 

is it bad how bad i want to kiss him right now, you shake your head internally, hell no, you’re going to scare him off. what happened to no kissing on the first date? did all that go out the window just because he’s hot- 

“well, i should get going,” you say, trying to hide the conflict in your voice, “let’s do this again?” 

he nods, “i’d like that.” 

the tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife, and he so badly wants to kiss you, especially with the way your eyes flick down to look at his lips before you look back at him and smile.

“well, i guess i’ll see you then.”

he almost pouts when you remove his jacket from your shoulders, handing it to him with the same small smile you’ve had. he takes it with one hand resting it on his side as you turn around to type your code in. 

fuck it.

 “hey.” 

you turn around quizzically, “yeah-”

suddenly, you’re gently pressed against your door, a strong hand around your waist and warm minty breath tickling your face, his cobalt eyes staring fiercely into yours. you swallow so thickly you make a gulping sound, your mouth dry at how close his face is to yours. he looks at you, then to your lips, then back up- a pattern the both of you seemed to have followed multiple times throughout the night. 

his voice is low, and it does something you can’t explain to your whole body as he trails off, “can i…” 

“please.” 

his lips are on yours within seconds, your mouths molding together perfectly as he presses you into the door more, the arm around your waist pulls you closer before he moves his hand to run down the back of your thigh to lift it over his hip. you slide your hands up his abdomen, feeling the tightness of his torso before you rest them on his chest. 

of course he has to be sculpted by fucking zeus himself, you sigh into his mouth.

you’re so weak. 

it’s not long before his tongue makes its way into your mouth, exploring it as if he was on a mission. you can’t help the small moan that emits from you as your tongue battles with his. he wins of course, and you feel a wave of sadness wash over you as he gently pulls away, his hand going from your thigh to your hip, “you should get inside, your ass is freezing.” 

“it does feel pretty chilly down there.” you can’t help but to laugh out loud, “thanks for looking out.” 

“don’t mention it.” 

“text me when you get home?” 

“i’ll consider it.” 

you make a small hmph sound, “alright. i look forward to your text telling me how brave you were for making it home safely.”

“you’re an ass.” he scoffs, but his eyes have a fond look to them as he gives your hip a squeeze, “i’ll talk to you later.” 

you smile, giving him a peck on his cheek before pulling away, “good night, levi.” 

“good night, yn.” 

not long after your nightly routine, you get a text. laying in your bed, you unlock your phone to see a multitude of notifications from hanji that you decide to ignore for now. instead, you smile giddily, laying on your back to open the message from your stoic yet charming date. 

levi: home safe. am i brave now? 

you laugh, sending him a quick response before covering your face with your pillow. 

meanwhile, in the comfort of his own bed, levi reads your response with the faintest hint of a smile. he lays down on his back, rubbing his tired eyes when a fear-filled thought enters his mind. 

he was never going to hear the end of it from that freak. he sighs, staring at his ceiling as he thinks maybe it would be okay so long as you kept your interest in him. maybe the two of you really had a shot beyond just being a blind date to each other. he lets out another breath before closing his eyes.

i can’t believe that shithead was right. 

[becca-e-barnes]

Beccaaa, I'm missing darkbestfriend!bucky so much, could you spoil me, please?

Okay, hear me out. I've had SUCH a fantasy recently about those aphrodisiac supplements and how much fun they could be. I've never tried them but I've been looking into them this week and it's on my list of things to do this year 👀

I'm soooo convinced these would be right up darkbestfriend!bucky's street and he'd turn it into a bit of a game.

"Are you sure you want to try these? I don't know if you can handle them. They're pretty intense." He's watching you with a hint of a smirk on his lips, pretty confident he knows your answer before you even say it. "You know what the rules are. We take one each and you have to sit there like a good girl. You can't touch me and I can't touch you. Whoever gives in first loses."

This isn't a game you think you'll be awfully good at but you're happy to lose this one.

"Got it. Give me one." You haven't always been known for your patience but being direct pays off this time. You take a capsule each, chasing it with some water.

The first little while is easy enough. You go back to reading your book and Bucky refocuses his attention on the show he was watching.

It builds slowly. You notice the heat first, originating at the base of your spine, fizzling outwards. Within a few minutes you feel it right to your fingertips but it's still bearable.

Bearable until the dull throb settles deep inside you. You feel your sex tightening and releasing and you've got no control over the flutters of arousal that have taken over your body. Fuck, you're wet. You have no idea how but you can feel it already when you press your thighs together beneath the skirt of your dress.

The heat building in your body creeps higher. You find yourself rereading the same sentence of your book over and over and you still have no idea what the hell it said. You need to cool down. Or touch yourself. Since the latter is banned, you settle for taking your jacket off, laying it neatly on the bed.

"Holy fuck, that's cheating." Bucky sounds more than a little strained, his eyes trained on the exposed neckline of your dress and your bare shoulders. "Fuck it, you win."

Within a second you feel his lips are on yours, his body slotting on top of you and this is exactly what you need. His hand trails up the inside of your thighs, groaning against your lips when he finds what he's looking for.

"Jesus, you soaked through your panties." He can't slow down. Not that you want him to. There's a desperation in you both that you'd quite happily drown in, given the chance.

Your clothes fall into a heap on the floor, along with his and although you've hardly even touched him he's rock hard and throbbing; his tip leaking precum that he smears over the slick folds of your cunt.

It's never felt like this before. You're so sensitive, you can do nothing but whimper. You don't know what you need him to do but you know you need more.

"Bucky please. Oh God, please fuck me. I-I can't..." You press your hips up off the bed, hoping to achieve whatever it is that you need but you have no such luck.

"Is this what you want?" He's overconfident, slapping his length against the softest part of your body, enjoying the obscene sounds.

As soon as you nod, he slides himself into your body, almost sobbing at the feeling of you around him. Despite all his teasing, he's convinced he needed this even more than you did.

The first few thrusts feel insane in the very best way. You can't stop yourself from moaning and you certainly can't help the way you try to meet his hips with your own, ensuring he's as deep inside you as possible.

"You've gotta be quiet, honey. Whole damn street can hear you getting fucked like a desperate slut." He's right but you're surprised he cares. "Open that pretty mouth."

You do as you're told, waiting for him to fill your mouth with his fingers or maybe spit in it but you weren't expecting him to set your own heavy, wet panties on your waiting tongue. "Gonna get you addicted to the way you taste. Just like I am." He keeps his hand clamped over your lips, his hips stuttering while he pumps you full of his cum but that doesn't mean he's finished. Not even close.

[moodymishhty]

moodboard on silver and pearls 🤍⚪✨

Mood board on Silver and Pearls

ty for the ask!

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

judy is also a v cute grandma english name bc of judy garland i think

wait holy shit i didnt even think of that oh my god. jade has MAD wizard of oz symbolism holy fuck your mind is galactically huge

-mod dave

[uncivilcivilservice]

🦪

Loyster time 🦪🥳🥰🦪✨️🙏🥵🌊🦪

What will Armand and Lestat do with those pearls 😯🫢🫣

[cookierunconfessionblog]

This is sort of a response to the Clotted Cream is racist post here:

https://www.tumblr.com/cookierunconfessionblog/741277956145577984/i-cannot-be-the-only-one-who-thinks-its-weird?source=share

I cracked up laughing so hard at this because I genuinely want to know where they got these takes from?? I genuinely wondered if we were playing the same game and story? Because Clotted Cream Cookie does not do any of these things described or they view Clotted Cream in every possible light they could.

I think what the fandom doesn’t understand is that Elders are the ones who kind of let the rampant poverty continue? They build things around their wants the most. Like Clotted Cream is the counsul he has power but he still has to deal with people who may oppose his ideas. Also I’m assuming the racism is about the sea cookies and once again it’s not even Clotted Cream but the Elders being a bit prejudice towards them. Clotted Cream is literally allies with Oyster Cookie, and I don’t think he bothers caviar cookie, and that bit with Dark Cacao gagged me the most because I know you literally did not read or listen to Clotted Cream’s speech. He was talking about how he is concerned about the ancients being unwilling to give up their soul jam was suspect, and he brought up Dark Enchatress/White Lily as an example of an Ancient becoming corrupt. Like the fact you bring up dark Cacao’s “aggressiveness” first got me wondering where your brain had to dig that up and think that of a brown doughed cookie… but whatever am I right?

Anyway it’s valid to dislike Clotted Cream Cookie but not over BS reasons like this. Especially knowing you made half that shit up lol

ㅤ

[cookierun-shipconfessions]

Okay hear me out on this. So, we know about the whole mess with Lord Oyster and Black Pearl, was very terrible and tragic. But what if Oyster felt so bad, and so determined to make it up to BP, that he somehow managed to absorb some of her power, and essentially turned himself into a sea monster that has sworn eternal loyalty to her? He still has all his memories so it’s still him, but the transformation corrupted him. So now he’s kinda Lord Oyster, but also not really himself anymore. The only one he cares about now is Black Pearl, his family can starve out for all he cares. His loyalty is now exclusively to his love. And he’ll do anything to regain her trust, even if it means losing himself forever.

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[sleepingdeath-light]

lord oyster cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; (totally not) 🍾 anon (12/08/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; lord oyster cookie

outline ; “lord oyster smut and relationship hcs ~ (undercover 🍾)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, submissive leaning switch!lord oyster cookie, praise kink, pussy/cock drunk!lord oyster cookie, oral sex (amab and afab receiving), overstimulation, bondage, clothed sex, marking kink

note ; shaky characterisation as i’ve never written for him before — but i hope that you enjoy this piece regardless

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

whilst lord oyster cookie is a switch and gets off more on pleasuring you than being pleasured himself, he does have a pretty distinct lean towards submission — and when he is taking on a submissive role in the bedroom he’s incredibly obedient and pretty much lives to earn your adoration and praise

especially praise, because the quickest way to get this man to his knees is to call him anything from ‘good boy’ to ‘pretty boy’ to ‘darling’ — bonus points if preface any of that praise with ‘my’ because he absolutely loves feeling desired and adored

(and he also loves being able to hand over the control to you and let you take care of him, and everything else, after long voyages out to sea — he may love his work as a ship hand, but even lord oyster cookie can admit that it can get exhausting and his imagination and hands can only go so far…)

as mentioned above, he 100% gets off on pleasuring you and has been known to get absolutely drunk off of your taste and reactions whenever he goes down on you [split]

[afab] it never takes long from the moment his tongue first darts out from between his lips to taste your slick before he’s desperately groping at your hips, waist, thighs, and ass in an effort to pull you impossibly close to his mouth — all the while moaning, groaning, and grinding his straining cock against you/the surface beneath you as he eats you out (and if you don’t stop him, this poor man will just keep going until you’re both sobbing, your cunt is clenching around nothing, and everything from his nose to his shirt collar is drenched in your cum)

[amab] the longer the two of you stay together, the less and less apparent his gag reflex becomes because he’s just so damn eager to please that he trains it out of himself — soon enough he’s taking all of you into his mouth at once, hollowing his cheeks and moaning and humming and groaning around you all in return for the rewarding feeling of your hands entangling in his hair and your hips bucking up into his mouth, all the while massaging and toying with your balls in the way you like (he’ll happily stay between your legs until you physically can’t cum anymore if you let him — and he looks so damn pretty when he’s knelt between your thighs, mouth stuffed with cock and hips rutting up into the air in his desperation, that it’s a struggle to bring yourself to make him stop)

this applies to both but if you ever wear skirts/dresses/any sort of flowing clothes along those lines without any undergarments beneath it and let him know that in some subtle way then this poor man is going to go bright red and start spouting excuses to get you somewhere private so that he can lift up those skirts and get his mouth on you as soon as possible

he knows a thing or two about tying things up and he isn’t completely opposed to bringing those skills into the bedroom if you ask (whether that means tying you up or teaching you proper rope etiquette so you can safely tie him up instead) but, as with all kinks that carry any sort of risk with them, he makes sure that you’re both safe, comfortable, enthusiastic, and know what you’re doing before moving forwards with incorporating it

finds the sight of you in one of his shirts (or his jacket) and nothing else to be incredibly attractive and will go completely red in the face and speechless if you decide to surprise him in such attire — just give him a moment or two to regain his composure and you’ll get exactly what you want… he just needs some time to commit the view to memory first

he wouldn’t be comfortable with inviting anyone else to your marital bed unless it’s someone you’re already both involved with in a romantic sense — he doesn’t do casual hookups and wouldn’t be comfortable entertaining any of your fantasies that involve such a thing (he’s up for a lot of experimentation, really, this is just something that he can’t do for you)

when it comes to what position he prefers, lord oyster cookie is very traditional and is more than happy to stick with missionary (both when bottoming and topping) — you can hold hands, kiss, and see each other come undone without much struggle or strain and it just feels so very intimate that he can’t help but love it

though, of course, he’s fine with switching things up every now and then so long as his preferred position remains on the table as an option he can fall back on with you

his thighs are extremely sensitive and, consequently, the best place to mark if you want to make this poor man squirm and buckle under his efforts to not make all of those pretty sounds you love — of course things like kiss marks will make him tremble and gasp in the moment, but the real fun comes if you leave marks that last (e.g. sucking dark hickeys onto his inner thighs, or biting just hard enough to make him let out a moan far louder than he intended) because then you get to see him spend the next few days all beautifully flustered whenever he catches a glimpse of your handiwork (he loves them, really he does, but he can’t help but be glad you decided to mark him somewhere that can be reasonably hidden — he does have a reputation to uphold and he dreads to think what would happen if another sailor caught sight of them for whatever reason)

[theokusgallery]

i need nick so bad its unexplainable. how about we make an au au where hes single so i can have him PLSLJSISJIW

I'll do you one better, DM me with a design of your sona and I'll draw you two together

[hermitcrossovers]

little story of a crossover idea.

Shubble looked out her window. she saw a figure outside.... it was Pearl... but the hermits were at hermittopia... she looked out and saw them missing... then a crash was heard in her house...

She walked around the house.. then it attacked. she was trown into a wall. she tried to use her magic but it stopped it.... she saw it... it was Pearl.

"Pearl! stay back or I swear to god!"

she heard it cuckle.... its mouth opened... skulk dropped out.. it smiled.

"Oh Shelby.... you swear to god?... well then... heres a fact"

It charged at her. Blades as arms.

" I AM YOUR GOD!"

the evermoore was quiet, as Pearl.... Saint Pearl... began the restart.. and watched her sweet Core from up high

This would be fun

shubble managed to seal away maybe-fake-pearl behind a barrier shield. wincing every time the barrier took an hit from scythe blade.

<shubble> HELPPPPPP

<shubble> a maybe fake pearl attacked me she behind a shield rn

<shubble> but some back up would be nice

<katherineelizabeth> omw!! bringing some potions

<mythicalsausage> oh oops, my bad. that might have been my fault

<mythicalsausage> i'll come and get her

-mod tides

[becca-e-barnes]

heyy!! can you do a dbf bucky caught masturbating? only if u wanna obv~!

No honestly bc the thought of a man masturbating is way too hot, it makes me so weak 🥵

I've probably talked about this before but it's delightful to imagine him staying over in the guest room of your house for a while and when he thinks the house is empty, he's taking some time for ✨self care✨, not knowing that you're still home.

I always imagine he's so vocal too so when he thinks he can be as loud as he wants, he doesn't hold back.

He's surprised at how badly he needs this, taking his time at first with just a few leisurely strokes. He's rock hard in no time, his hand wrapped around his own length, doing everything he can not to think about you.

Fuck, it would be so wrong to think about you. He knows it would. It's wrong to think about kissing up your bare legs or sucking bruises over your collarbones. It's wrong to imagine how you'd look on your knees for him, begging him to finish on your face.

No matter what he does, that's all his brain wants to come back to. He can almost hear how sweet your little moans would be when he rubs your clit.

You'd be such a good girl for him. He knows that and he loves it.

There's no harm in letting himself give in a little. As he gets hornier, precum drips from his tip and he's only focused on imagining how gorgeous you'd look beneath him, lost in pleasure the way he is.

He hadn't even considered that you might still be home. As far as he knew, you were planning to go out with your parents so he was safe to groan your name the way he wanted to.

Heat pools between your legs at the sight of him on the bed in front of you. The guest room door hadn't been pulled shut completely and when curiosity got the better of you, you were beyond surprised to see Bucky laid out on the bed, stroking his own cock and whining your name.

"Such a good fucking girl for me." His voice was loud enough that you could hear every word.

His hand moved faster, soft breathy moans tumbling from his lips and hanging in the air.

Your panties were soaked. Rational thought had all but left you. Pure need buzzed in the pit of your stomach and there was no doubt in your mind that you'd summon this image of Bucky every single time you felt like touching yourself for at least the next 3 months.

The decision seemed to come naturally to you and before you'd really thought about it, you'd pressed the door open and stepped inside, settling on the end of the bed.

Bucky sounded startled. Understandably. His cheeks were flushed, desperately trying to cover himself and make apologies at the same time.

"Bucky, please." You almost sounded timid while you prized the blanket from his grasp. "Can I taste you?"

He swore he had to be dreaming. This couldn't be real. You weren't actually asking that right after he'd spent so long imagining it. Is this how manifesting works?

"Are you sure?" He asked, not missing the way his dick throbbed when you nodded enthusiastically.

Bucky pulled the blanket back, grasping his dick again, stroking slowly. He swore he'd never forget the sight of your tongue pressed to the tip of his cock, looking up at him before you swirled your tongue around the head, gathering as much precum as you could.

"Oh fuck, that's it. Such a good girl for me, holy shit." He's lost in the feeling and he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, even if he wanted to.

Your lips wrap around his tip, sucking gently while he continues to stroke himself and he swears he's going to lose it. You hum your approval at a fresh bead of precum gathering over his tip but it's not there very long before you've licked that up too.

He forces himself not to imagine how pretty you'd look with your tongue or your face painted with his cum because if he does, this is over. He's determined to make that a reality but not just yet.

[origin-of-orbits]

For the slug thing, maybe Oyster and Cavair?

Here you go! Have Pearlshell and Bombiavar! (I am bad with names lol)

[xxswagcorexx]

Bro I literally obsessed with the casino quartet now plssssss tell us more

omg . actually a lot of my Thoughts about them r au based but ^_^ i think while i am here i might as well share that they're named that is bc the idea of all of them working in a casino 2gether rlly caught on!! (this was mostly brought up by thegalacticbucket and things just sorta snowballed from there .)

anyways the fun dynamic between them is that red's a dealer + deals with the finances with clown, clowns the owner of the casino and manages the casino, branzy is there as eye-candy branzy is the shill aka he gets the games rigged for him so people r more inclined to gamble more bc he's winning a lot + he encourages them, and ash is the bartender! he has arm garters and makes drinks for all of them after hours

so dats the fun history lesson 2 why the 2 fics of them atm have 2 do w/ them working at a casino and chilling w each other and why they're called casino quartet ^_^ hope u enjoyed the Lore

[t4tails]

dear mr. t4tails.tumblr.com: what tricks and/or treats would you give to the batman rogues?

they all get oysters