#racy

[ashleyfableblack]

What do you get for your spouse on Hearts N' Hooves Day when all they want is you?

Queen Twilight has got ya covered. Queen Chrysalis Sparkle awakens to what promises to be a very happy, healthy and busy Hearts N' Hooves Day. Happy Hearts N' Hooves Day to all y'all out there, Pony Queen, Big Mama Bughorse or whatever ya got.

The Eternal Courtship. Love never dies. It only changes form. 💜💚🐞🐎💚💜

[berrybanana-arts]

I redrew this one a little while ago and never posted it! I’ll probably redraw it AGAIN soon, knowing me. Have some suggestive dabihawks to tide you over while I wait to be allowed to post some zine content ;)))

These mouths were insanely satisfying to draw, hence the close-up.

[story-kat]

Art by  AquilaPen

Posted with Permission (reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited)

[recursive360]

𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓰𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷

[lgbtally4ever]

I know I shared this before, but ICYMI…

This looks good and racy!!! With a lot of our favorite couples!!!

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Clearly everyone should wear the suit. Including Rashid."

"Why me?! I'm a wardrobe malfunction incident waiting to happen!"

"Spirit gum exists. At least you're not singing for the Super Bowl."

"Are you trying to give people fanservice or nightmares?"

[justawordortwogo]

A story

He liked to watch her read. Her brow furrowed; eyes darting across the pages. Sometimes she would gasp, or laugh. And once he saw her crying silently, eyes flushed red. Her legs sat draped over his thighs and he watched her lick her lips. Pink tongue slowly swiping and he could feel himself begin to stiffen.

"Good book?" he asked. She nodded. And he placed his left hand on her warm thigh. She smiled gently and began to rub her socked feet purposefully against his legs. He twitched again. She laughed and draped the book across her chest.

"Kiss me." She said. He leaned in an instant tasting the sweetness of her lips. A mango she had eaten earlier. She opened her thighs and he pressed himself against her center throbbing and feeling her heat. He could feel dampness through the thin cloth of her cotton shorts and he groaned as she pulled not quite softly on his bottom lip. He threw the book from her chest. Freeing her breast from her tank top her strap falling across her shoulder he bit back harder; then sucking delicately he ran his tongue against her brown nipple. Arching her back she moaned. And he could feel her hands exploring. His skin prickled where she touched him tracing the hair down his stomach to the waistband of his pants. She lifted his shirt off. Her hands now moving quickly across his back and she pressed her fingers tightly around her neck. From his knees he pulled her up so she was now sitting on his lap. Thighs splayed thickly and softly against his hips. Like silk he thought as he touched her brown honeyed skin now almost gleaming through the bright summer sun. He was acutely aware of everything in that moment as his own hands lifted to pull up her shirt. The way her hair draped down her back. The low hum of the air conditioner. The smell of sweet smoke still lingering as the fire died away on the ashtray. Looking into her eyes now low with lust lashes resting against creamy lids he was aware for the first time he was falling in love with her. He hadn't remembered when it started but as he realized a nervousness rose in his stomach. It was fierce how much he now wanted her. To make her his. Did she feel the same? She pushed away from his hands resting on her hips where he gripped her tightly and she stood and faced him. Placing her fingers on her sides she pushed her shorts down and his eyes followed the path of her mound. A small patch of her above lips that he could see even now throbbed wetly. There was no sound. The tv that been playing earlier faded away and any thoughts he had vanished almost immediately as his need for her swelled. It felt savage. He pulled her to him and placed two fingers between her legs and then inside her. She pulsed tightly warmly against him and groaned his name softly. She was back on his lap now and his lips were on her sucking sweetly against the right side of her neck. They would laugh later at the purple spot that would be left in its stead. His big hands veins running across the back he entangled his fingers in her thick black hair and once more he kissed her. As he did she pulled him and grasped him in her hand fingers not meeting around the end she held him there. Her grip tightening slowly her cool palm now warming against him. And again he throbbed. He kissed her deeper tongues now dancing behind her full lips and he sucked on tip of her tongue. He wanted to get underneath her skin. She had invaded his mind as of late. Every moment away from her seemed pointless she sat in his mind like a cavity and how had he not seen it before? His skin would remember her touch in the black night and again his skin would prickle. She lifted herself slightly and as she pressed against his stomach he felt the trail of her juices. He was inside her in a swift moment and she gasped. Somehow it had always felt like the first time. When he had driven her home after a night at the club with their friends. He had always found her beautiful ever since he saw her in line at their university. Each standing at separate windows with the word ADMISSION emblazoned in gray. A blue booklet held in her hand scribbled in with small black letters squeezed tightly together. Who the hell could read that he wondered and then his eyes rested on her face. Watching her hair blow back against her forehead he found her lovely. Staring quickly when could he followed her with his eyes as they each moved forward slowly. And when he saw her again several weeks later sitting (how cliche) in the back row of the lecture room he was now entering he was determined to have her. It seemed almost like fate. The closest he had come to it anyway.

[sassynsweet179]

[ageplay-may]

We all love torturing our faves.

Right?

... Right?

a summary

[story-kat]

Art by  Hormighami

Posted with Permission (reprint/edit and/or commercial use prohibited)

[tenth-sentence]

Bessie Thornton was not a terribly bright woman (her great-aunt, the late Evvie Chalmers, had been fond of screaming to anyone who would listen that Bessie 'wouldn't never pass none of those IQ tests, but she's good-hearted'), her life on Alva's chicken farm was a hard one, and she lived most fully during her 'stories' – As the World Turns, The Doctors, and All My Children (she had tried The Young and the Restless but considered it 'too racy by half').

"Cujo" - Stephen King

[monkeyssalad-blog]

1936 novelty record distributors by Al Q

[drmonkeysetroscans]

Car go fast.

[sins-of-the-sea]

Weirdly specific questions - What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find Rui? What would Helen or the rest of the Himbos yell? || If someone was impersonating Gio, what would would the rest of the crew ask or do to tell the difference (Beside botching food)? || What would the twins do if they got stuck in a room with each other right now?

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS  

7.) What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

//Ahem. 'RUIXIONG HAS A SMALL PEEPEE!'

"I DO NOT! MY PEEPEE IS AVER-

"........

"......You all heard nothing."

As for best friend or romantic partner, Helen (according to @der-karibisch-heyder ) would just yell out his name, and Giovanni is just as uncreative. But Guy? Something along the lines of:

"GUAN YU IS NOT THAT COOL!"

"FUCK YOU, LIZHI, GUAN YU IS SUPER COOL!"

"Found him."

11.) If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

This one is interesting because Giovanni, on the surface, seems easy to impersonate, having the simplest face and most predictable personality, but the rest of the Crew can pick up nuances to his character, and Josep and Ruixiong in particular have tricks on their sleeves to see if the person did their proper homework.

For Josep, he simply asks details about their family if the impersonator got right. He may ask something like "Remember that time in your 16th birthday how Lorenzo got you that fancy doublet?" and the impersonator gives some bullshit response on how he loved it or hated it or that it didn't fit, the jig is automatically up (Giovanni would still be in the cellar and never got a gift, period). Ruixiong, on the other hand, would just ask questions in Chinese and see how fast 'Giovanni' would keep up.

But the telltale signs that the impersonator may be a fake is in the eyes. Not just the colors (though if you got two solid blues or greens, you REALLY fucked up). Giovanni's true personality shines through how his eyes express themselves, from the wideness of a fake smile put on for pleasantries to the narrowing of greedy want or hostility. The language of Giovanni's eyes would be difficult to replicate.

And if all else fails, Abena can just check on his soul signature. That's not exactly easy to impersonate, especially because the Master has a hold of it and it has a particular "smell" to her.

19.) What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Sit across each other in the opposite ends of the room, avoid eye contact, and be quiet. Neither have the emotional or mental energy to be mad at each other and argue right now, nor sense of forgiveness to hug it out and cry. Currently, the relationship between the brothers are the most broken since they returned to Avignon after making the pact with the Master. It has come to the point where they don't even want to look at a mirror, in fear they'll mistaken the reflection to be the other brother.