#quinn no last name

[kayascodelorio]

SCHOOL SPIRITS (2023-) S02E02―Field of Screams

[wombywoo]

#OC

[crayoncat-works]

recent olba sketches

[toxictigertonic]

The next batch of the sillies who I've fed into the Webkinzifier. Designing a mosquito webkinz was probably the easiest out of the weird ones me and my friends came up with. You'll see what I mean when I throw Singularity and Vecna into the mix :)

Psssst, hey! Like the thought of your character as a classic webkinz? I'm offering commissions over on my ko-fi that can get you just that!

[mypoisonedvine]

Hi there, my request is prompt 139. "I've waited so long for this." for my favorite puppy...Ralph. Please and thank you!

raaaaaalph!!! oh he's the best! I didn't use the exact line but something similar enough

warnings: SMUT!! 18+!!!, mommy dom reader, titty sucking, a little bit of pet play (but really just the nickname and collaring), edging, lots of begging (it's ralph after all!)

By this point, you didn't even have to touch him-- you had him so well-trained, even just the right look and he would start getting worked up. That's one of the benefits of spending almost three days keeping the poor boy on edge.

Honestly, you were impressed he'd made it this long-- he was so sensitive, so terminally desperate, there were even days were without all this build-up he could come in less than a minute. But you'd finally learned exactly how to control him, physically and mentally, and memorized how much he could handle.

He had a pretty strong internal clock, and he knew exactly when his next session was coming... he was waiting in bed for you before you even mentioned it. He must've known you were getting close to letting him finish.

There was a massive tent in his trousers already by the time you sat on the bed; you saw it flex before you'd even said a word. "Feeling a little pent-up, puppy?"

He swallowed thickly, but nodded-- he learned that being sarcastic and impatient didn't get him very far with you, but it was obvious he was tempted to say something like duh, it's been three days of aging, I'm very pent-up.

You smiled and reached forward, running your nails up his thigh through the white linen trousers, and he groaned a little and shut his eyes tightly. "You want mummy's help, hm?"

"Y-yes," he begged softly, "yes, please touch it..."

You didn't yet, though-- just dragged your nails down over his inner thigh again until his hips jolted up into nothing.

"Please, please, p-please," he repeated shakily.

"You'll be good? You won't come without permission?" you pressed. "You'll tell me to stop if you're getting close?"

He nodded even more adamantly. "I'll be so good-- s'good for you, mummy's good boy..."

"Shh," you soothed, rubbing his thigh gently instead. "I know, baby. Take your trousers off for me."

You were sure you'd never seen anything move so fast-- he was like a blur and then all his clothes were tossed in the corner and he was naked-- spare, of course, his collar.

"I didn't say to do all that," you noticed with a laugh, "but, er, it's alright-- I know you've been waiting all day--"

"Been waiting so long," he agreed with a whimper.

You ran your hand up his thigh one more time, loving how much more reactive he was without clothes in the way. Instead of touching his cock, though, you gently cupped his balls, grinning when you felt how swollen and firm they were. "These are full of come for me, aren't they?"

He bit his lip and nodded as he tried to rub himself against your hand.

Deciding to give him some relief, you wrapped your hand around his base and gave him one gentle, long stroke all the way up to the tip--

"S-stop," he said right away, and you smiled condescendingly, but you did pull your hand away.

"So soon, puppy?" you noticed. "You're that needy?"

"Yes," he whined, "yes, I-- I can't help it-- just give me a moment to c-calm down..."

"We've only just started," you noticed.

"I know!" he yelped. "B-but it's been three days and I--"

"Shh, it's okay," you soothed, reaching up to pet over his head sweetly instead, and he leaned towards your touch with a sigh. "You've been so good, puppy."

You wanted to tell him that he was good enough that you were going to let him come today, but you got the feeling if you said that then he would be even more... excitable. So you decided to keep it a secret for now.

"Are you ready for a little more? Nice and slow," you promised.

"Yes, please, mommy," he sighed, shutting his eyes and preparing himself with a little puff of his chest. You touched his cock again, just with the tips of your fingers, and hummed happily at the way it jumped and leaked a little clear drop. Your other hand held onto his leg, just to keep him from rocking up towards you too much, before you used that drop of slick to cover your palm and stroke his head carefully. "Ohh-- fuck, feels so good..."

"I'll give you a little more," you warned sweetly, stroking faster, and his mouth opened for a big gasp and a deep shudder.

"P-please," he started, and you almost rolled your eyes (lovingly) because he was so predictable. He started begging before he even knew what he wanted. He just liked saying it, apparently; he just couldn't help it, something he said about so many things. At this point you were wondering what he could help-- cause apparently he couldn't help rubbing himself against you, begging to come, begging you to stop so he didn't come, staring at you all the time, touching you in public, asking you to touch him in public but also in private and also basically all the time, and eating all the chocolate biscuits.

You let your hand move lower to stroke all of him, slowly, but he jolted rather dramatically when you started to come back up.

"Stop," he said quickly, but you let your hand finish its motion and brush over his reddened tip before actually pulling away. He whined loudly through his teeth, and you watched his cock flex a few times, wondering if he might blow it right then. But, somehow, he managed to pull it together.

"That was close, huh, puppy?" you noticed with a laugh, and he nodded, keeping his eyes closed. You raised an eyebrow. "Look at me, Ralphie."

"N-no, thank you," he rushed out, shaking his head.

"It's not an offer, you need to look at me."

He nervously opened one eye and glanced at you, sitting on front of him on the bed. He sighed a bit and opened both eyes.

"Are you afraid to look at me?" you wondered with a confused frown.

"You look so pretty," he breathed, "I was afraid if I looked at you while you did that, I'd--"

You were already grinning mischievously, and he stopped as he gave you a nervous look.

"Oh, mommy, what are you thinking?" he wondered anxiously.

"Nothing," you lied, "I just figure I should let you see a little more."

Opening your dress up a bit, you let him see quite a lot more, since you weren't wearing a bra. "Mommy," he pouted, all needy and cute, cock flexing into nothing again. "I don't know if I can take that while you're--"

"Don't worry," you soothed, "I won't touch you. You'll touch me."

His eyes widened-- and maybe you were like him, because you couldn't help it, when he looked like that.

"C'mere, puppy, show mummy how you use your mouth."

Even if he had been hesitant because of his desire to not break the rules, he sure did jump at that opportunity; he instantly leaned forward and took handfuls of your chest, latching his mouth eagerly onto a raised nipple. You cursed under your breath but tried not to react too much-- you hadn't noticed your own desperation, being so focused on his.

You pet the back of his head and held him close. "Good boy," you sighed. "Good puppy, fuck..."

He suckled almost too aggressively, making you hiss a little, but aside from his struggle to regulate himself he obviously knew what he was doing. You don't beg to suck on mommy's tits all the time without learning a few things about how she likes it.

He kneaded each breast as he went back and forth between them with his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and occasionally pulling back to just lick widely over them with his tongue-- you liked when he did that, it made his moans even more obvious.

"Please, please," he mumbled, hardly even intelligible with his mouth full, but it was obvious what he was saying; he moved to the other one for a while, and back, swirling his tongue excitedly. Sometimes he looked up at you with wide, eager eyes, other times he kept his eyes shut tight and his brow low like he was really focused on his work. "Mommy, please--"

But that one was different. He stopped a second later. "Did I say you could--?" you began, but he was ahead of you.

"I'm too close," he admitted with a whimper. "I'll... I'll come if I keep going..."

You smiled wide; "Really, puppy? You're that desperate?"

He looked up at you pitifully, nodding.

"Good," you decided. "I think you've waited long enough. Suck on mommy's tits until you come, baby."

You could tell by the way his eyes widened that he was shocked enough to question it, but that he wasn't going to, in case you changed your mind. He all but threw himself back on you, moaning and humming against your skin desperately, taking more and more of you into his mouth as he lapped and sucked and even grazed you with his teeth. "Fuck," you groaned through a grin, petting his hair and scratching his head lightly. "Fuck, good puppy-- so fucking good, come for me, Ralphie--"

He whined against you and you felt it right away: hot streaks of come landing on your legs and lap, surely staining the bedsheets but you obviously didn't care much about that. You praised him all the way through it, and he didn't take his mouth off you-- but he also didn't stop coming, not for quite some time.

"Ralphie!" you repeated again in shock, feeling how much he was coming; you had to all but push him off of your chest, and even still his face was scrunching up in pleasure as you watched his cock flex and a few more thick stripes run down his shaft and over his drained balls. You instinctively reached down and stroked him, basically ignoring the way he whined from the sensitivity, milking what was left with just a few more motions. "Oh, baby, look what you've done..."

It was... significant. You were sure you'd never seen him come so much-- drips were running down your legs, there was a little pool forming in a dip in the blanket, it was the most beautiful mess you'd ever seen.

"Puppy," you said lowly, looking at his flushed face again, watching him pant and try to figure out if you were about to praise or scold him. "That was perfect."

He beamed proudly. "Th-thank you, mommy..."

"I guess we'll have to wait another three days to see you do it again, huh?" you winked.

His face dropped. "Wait-- what?!"

[azuree1733]

Why are they low key trying to convince him to have a kid

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Vickie is hanging out with Robin, Steve, and Eddie. Robin was quietly working up the courage to ask her out.

Vickie: *staring at Robin while she laughed* God, I want to climb her like the sexy tree that she is.

Suddenly, Robin turned to look her, her mouth falling open.

Vickie: What?

Eddie leaned close to Vickie.

Eddie: Quick heads up. You totally said that outloud. *glared at Steve* How come you don't accidentally say stuff like that outloud about me?

Steve: You're like a sexy puppet who just figured out that he can move on its own. Whoops, did I say that outloud?

Eddie: 😍 And you're a sexy bitch.

[riddlers-left-buttcheek]

So i recently found out this happened in harley quinn the animated series and i was like who? what?? when??? so i didn't know about clock king before then and went to investigate aaand i found another design, or rather, a different clock king (apparently there's two) now tell me why

why does he just look like riddler's and scarecrow's lovechild??? or i guess the child of the first clock king and riddler, but i like my first thought better like come on, the suit, the hair, that smug punchable face

really dig this one tho ngl

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

After seeing “A Quiet Place: Day One” tonight, I FINALLY understand the Joseph Quinn hype. Also the cats playing Frodo deserve an Oscar 🐱

[strangererotica]

I love that we’re all here at the same time in history…hyper fixating on the same men…bonded by horniness and internet access…it’s a beautiful thing…

[hazelpuff]

Forrest has his little stall where he sells some goods - for now it's mostly eggs, vegetables and truffles. One evening Leland, Petra, Quinn and Simon showed up. Leland actually visits Forrest quite often - they get along pretty well, curious Petra wanted to check out the goodies - it was her 1st time showing up at Forrest place, Quinn wanted to buy some ingredients for his cook at the tavern and Simon... was just wandering around trying to appear all goody-two-shoes. It didn't last for very long though...

Excuse you Simon?!

Oh no, he did not!

[wombywoo]

Does Vincent have a preferred nickname? and does Quinn call him anything particular??

I think in general, Vincent prefers his full first name, and in formal settings, his last name. Only those close to him will call him a shortened version; Stuart calls him Vin, and Quinn calls him Vince, etc, and on verrry rare occasions he'll allow Vinny (though only Birdie is brave enough to call him this 😇) As for Quinn calling him particular pet names, he sticks with his given name most of the time, but when they're alone and intimate, he'll spare him a few 'loves' or 'babes' 🥺

[crayoncat-works]

do not try this at home

please see the full-ver of the image, the brush i use makes smaller images look so crunchy ugh

[sharpace]

More Locked Tomb doodles!!

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[poisxnivi]

i just finished watching Just Add Magic and did anyone else audibly gasp on that one scene where chuck's like "good luck saving your friend" and kelly's like "what do you mean we just saved jake" and chuck's like "not that friend" before hannah passes out

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

God, wouldn't it be funny if Vickie comes in, saves Nancy and Robin as they are winning, then Robin kisses Vickie in front of Nancy. (I mean, it's the apocalypse so. . .) Then Robin sighs dreamily.

"She's the girl of my dreams," Robin said.

"Am I?" Vickie would ask, and Robin would nod.

And Nancy would grin, replying with, "That's cute. You guys are cute together."

"Where's Steve?" Robin frowned.

"Putting his tongue down Eddie's throat," Nancy shrugged, pointing in his direction.

"I thought Eddie was evil now," Robin said.

"I think he got better," Vickie said, and the three girls giggled.

"Ah, the healing power of being queer," Robin grinned, happy for her best friend. "A good queer kiss can heal about anything."

"That's true. Right before you kissed me, I had a huge scratch on my arm. Now it's gone," Vickie said seriously.

"Really?" Robin asked.

"No," Vickie giggled, and Nancy laughed with her.

"You're lucky we won because otherwise I would so - ," Robin started to say, squinting her eyes at Vickie.

"Do nothing to the girl of your dreams?" Nancy teased.

"Oh, look, there's Dusty Bun!" Robin exclaimed, distracting them. "And he's running towards Steve and Eddie."

"He's alive, Steve! You don't have to keep giving him mouth to mouth!" Dustin shrieked.

"I thought you said he was a genius," Vickie said to Robin.

"He's smart as much as he is dumb," she replied wisely.

Nancy, Vickie, and Robin giggled as they watched Dustin figure it out.