#pun intended?

[teslasucks37]

Cum shot head canons (soft dom)?

CW: NSFW below the cut (MDNI), Lots of cum, afab!reader, SoftDom!Charlie

A/N: Kinda short but pretty good imo :D

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Cumshot Hcs!!!

Charlie LOVES cumming on you.

Anywhere you’ll let him.

Your face, your mouth, your tits, your stomach, your back, especially in you.

He will, however, feel bad afterward cause he knows it’s impossible to get off of skin.

You claim you don’t mind, but he’s scrubbing away on you regardless as soon as you guys are done.

But damn if he doesn’t love watching it seep down your face and curve around your nose and cheeks.

One time he did get it in your eye and he was apologizing to you for the whole week.

When he cums on your tits he watches it drip off your nipples, rolling down the mounds of flesh as he has to stop himself from licking it off you.

Speaking of which, Charlie has totally tasted his own cum before.

Most men have.

There’s no way he’d be asking you to swallow something he hasn’t already quality tested.

So when he does cum in your mouth, shooting ropes of hot and sticky seed onto your tongue, he kisses you in an attempt to lighten the load or at least distract you from how salty it tastes.

I also have a feeling he likes nutting on your pussy.

Like outside of it.

Like pulling out and cumming all over your entrance to mark it as his.

He doesn’t usually see him cumming on you as a claiming thing, more of an unconditional acceptance thing.

Except for the pussy thing, that’s the one thing he’s not ashamed to say he’s claimed.

It’s a joke for the most part.

He also praises you so hard when he cums on you.

“Oh, so pretty with it all over your face~”

“Yes, baby, ohhhh fuck…”

“Yeah… This pussy’s mine, isn’t it…”

[archonofthestars]

To the Victor Go the Spoils

Phainon finds an interesting ancient Kremnoan tradition and decides to take advantage of it.

Characters: Phainon, Mydei, Algaea (mentioned) Tags: NSFW (gets steamy but nothing actually happens), mentions of conquering and spoils of war

AN: A gift for keroroppi who gave me the brain rot with their fic and really wanted to see what kind of spicy stuff I could write. This is my first ever NSFW story, oh boy; don't tell my mom.

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“Mydeimos, are your eyes still closed?” There was a teasing lilt to the Deliverer’s voice that always put him somewhat on edge. He never knew what to expect when Phainon had a playful streak going.

“If you don’t hurry up,” Mydei threatened. “They won’t be in 5 seconds.”

“Alright, alright! So impatient.” 

He had to wonder how he let himself get into this position, but he knew exactly why. Phainon was unmatched in getting the Kremnoan to agree to his ideas, regardless of how stupid they sounded. And it was the worst kept secret in Okhmea; whenever Mydei put up resistance to an idea of theirs, Aglaea and Tribbie would send Phainon in to do their dirty work.

If he knew that this would be his fate tumbling into bed with Phainon all those months ago…

…well, he still would’ve done it, he just would’ve bitched and complained more. He really had it bad for the Deliverer, much as he refused to admit it out loud. 

The faint swish of delicate fabric and soft metallic tinkling alerted him that Phainon was coming nearer. And then a warm, heavy weight was settling onto his lap.

“Good boy,” Phainon murmured, suddenly against his ear. It sent a spark down Mydei’s spine; damn this man. “You can open your eyes now.”

The sight that greeted the Crown Prince was nothing he had ever expected. And yet, it was everything he had ever wanted in his wildest dreams. Gone was Phainon’s traditional Chrysos Heir outfit, and in its place was, well, something Mydei could only really describe as an outfit that a brazen courtesan would wear to seduce a king. 

His chest was completely bare, leaving the large expanses of his chest, shoulders, and abdomen completely on display. And he bore the same red markings as Mydei, painted to match the prince perfectly. The color stood out starkly against his pale skin, drawing an eye to follow their sensual paths all over Phainon’s body.

Dozens of delicate, golden necklaces adorned his clavicles while an elaborate golden and black choker fit snugly on his neck. Golden bangles, wrought with elaborate sun motifs, were wrapped around Phainon’s upper arms and wrists. Very fine and sheer red cloth draped between the bangles, sensually following any movement of his arms. 

The cloth matched the color of the loose pants he wore. Amidst the billowing fabric, Mydei could spot very high slits on the thighs that showed off winks of pale skin. And on top of the pants, like a strange belt, were more delicate golden chains that shone in the lamplight. 

Nestled in the white hair of the Deliverer was an elaborate golden tiara. Several golden chains dangled off the back of it, resting on top of a sheer red veil that trailed down past Phainon’s hips and almost to the floor. Golden and red makeup followed his lash lines and a sheer red gloss glimmered on his smirking lips. 

“Like what you see, Your Highness?” His voice was low and breathy, and it instantly made the blood in Mydei’s veins burn with want. 

“What…” Mydei trailed off, hands coming up to encircle Phainon’s waist. Phainon was a similar build to him, maybe not quite as muscular and missing a few inches, but no one would have ever called him “delicate”. And yet somehow, this outfit made him look just that.

Delicate, beautiful and rather…fuckable. It felt a little harder to breathe than it did a moment ago and something swooped low in his gut.

“I heard an interesting anecdote recently,” Phainon said, wrapping his arms around Mydei’s neck and rolling his hips closer. Mydei was quickly losing the fight to keep his attention on Phainon’s words, his hands wandering. “Apparently, when Kremnos conquered a nation, it was a tradition for the losing people to send their finest men and women to dance before the King. If the King liked someone he saw, he would bed the lucky soul and be more merciful to their people.”

That tradition had died out long ago, long before Mydei’s father had taken the throne. But it remained a popular story about Kremnos, nonetheless. “And so you decided to play the part of a spoil of war?” Mydei asked, trying to sound ‘incredulous’ but sounding more ‘desperate’ than anything. His hands moved upwards, trailing past soft, pink nipples that perked under his touch. A soft shiver rippled through Phainon.

“Mmmm, it seemed like a fun idea the more I looked into it,” the Deliverer confessed breathlessly. His hips stopped just shy of pressing up against where Mydei really wanted him, where he was beginning to ache for friction. “The stories made it sound like a night with a Kremnoan king was like tasting the nectar of the gods; nothing would ever compare.

“And besides,” Phainon continued, his warm breath trailing across the shell of Mydei’s ear. “I’m always up for an excuse to dress up like a courtesan for you, especially in your colors.”

Hearing Phainon say he was dressed as a courtesan in Mydei's colors made Mydei want to pin him to the nearest wall and show him what it really meant to be a Kremnoan king's spoil of war. Take him apart piece by piece until Phainon was begging, gasping, for Mydei to use him however he wished. If Mydei played his cards right, he could get Phainon rather teary-eyed when he begged.

“So tell me,” Mydei said, his voice low and raspy with want. One hand snuck into Phainon’s hair, curling around the white locks, while the other slid down to press at the front of his pants. He could feel the hard line of his cock, hot and heavy against his palm. “Where did you find an outfit like this in the holy city?”

“I…may owe Algaea. A really big favor,” Phainon confessed, looking slightly embarrassed. It was the first time his “sultry spoil of war” facade had broken, and a faint pink showed up on his cheeks. “But do you really want to hear about how I requested this from Algaea and lost all my dignity while I’m like this in front of you?”

In any other situation, Mydei would love to hear how Phainon managed to completely embarrass himself in front of the other demigod. But he did have a point. “Later then,” he murmured, squeezing the cock in his hands. Phainon moaned, his head rolling back and the long pale line of his throat exposed. 

“After all, you are my conquest.” Mydei reminded him, nipping at his throat. “And it’s time for you to satisfy your king.”

[buriedabitdeeperthanshallow]

i need to know more about this weird sex paige and hayward were having, was it emotionally/socially weird or were there trees involved

[gilbertfortnite]

I had the coolest idea but idk how to execute it :(

[greasydumbfuck]

he likes blondes

[archervale]

I opened pinterest and this is the first thing that pops up

[shypuddin]

the fucking dock comment (hah) from izzy caught me so off guard i knocked my damn laptop off the bed

[nero-neptune]

based on a pic i took in february but only decided to draw it when it snowed again in early april. snow in the springtime is insane to me. and seeing that was cool as hell!

[im-too-emotionally-involved]

Dude I'm cackling

[rosie321go]

Jason walking into the kitchen, whistling and looking suspiciously happy: Another day, another slay

*later that day

Dick: have you seen the news? Apparently someone killed the Joker

Tim:

Tim: Oh, he was serious?

[yellow-sword]

My sword is even colder.

[kozh-lucium]

Ice Storm

Ice mage is fun and cool, but also very accident-prone (heh)

[deusanatum]

I love this post it is a perfect post.

I went to a shrine sale with my sister, and I saw something.

I saw this adorable fat horse. 4/10. I recognized him immediately.

Connecticut.

Clark.

I had to get him to Malfina, far across the ocean.

The 3rd happiest stallion in New Mexico.

A year ago, I woke up in a cold sweat. I had been tasked by God to get my mom a silly horse statue that was blue. She loves horses and loves blue. I found her.

Malfina is a Palomino(a). He is a Connecticut Mundane. They are so pleasantly content with each other :)

[arkangelo-7]

Bruce, fighting Ra’s al Guhl: I will never let you take my son! Damian is—

Ra’s: Fool! I’m not here for Damian.

Bruce: …

Bruce: …then why are you here?

Ra’s: To recruit my one true successor—Timothy Drake!

Bruce: the fuck

[wordwings]

*kicks down your door* It might seem like a plot hole that no one thought about the possibility of Dracula being invited into the asylum by Renfield (or any other patient) but actually it speaks to the way Renfield’s personhood is being denied mainly by Jack Seward, but also the rest of the crew in part through their reliance on Seward’s expertise. Which also ties into the way they have decided to shut out Mina at the very same time. It literally just did not occur to them that the patients living in the same building as them would have any claim to the residency that allows someone to grant the permission a vampire needs to enter a home. But of course the asylum is the patients’ home just as much as it is Jack’s! They live there! In short this fatal blow dealt to the heroes at this crucial juncture comes about through both their sexism and their ableism. Good night. *puts your door back on its hinges again and leaves*