#so I hope you enjoy

[little-pup-pip]

Can you do a sun and stars brown bunny mood board? :0

Yeah!!

[delulluart]

Smiling, disheveled Terzo for @angellayercake

I wanted to depict him in this quick™ drawing as the man who can wrap everyone around his finger in whatever way he wants to - not, in my humble opinion, with the very sly persona that many give him, bit with a genuine, friendly and gentle smile. The sliminess is reserved for when he wants to be a little shit or really does not like someone.

[wolfeyedwitch]

Hidden scars for No Prisoners?

Hello! I am so sorry for how long the wait has been on this. I hope you enjoy the story and art, and thank you for sticking around!

Velissa’s hands hovered over the painful-looking scars, not daring to touch them. Her heart was in her throat, choking off any words she might have said. She’d known the young mage she’d rescued from the town would need medical attention. If nothing else, the girl’s hands would need therapy after having been immobilized in their restraints for so long. But this?

There were so many. Some were mostly healed, if healed poorly. Others were fresh, little more than scabbed-over blisters. 

The thin, scarred shoulders hunched in further as Velissa watched, making the girl’s discomfort obvious. Pale skin littered with red weals pulled tight over spine and shoulder blades. 

“They thought it was funny,” the girl said, breaking the silence. Her voice was raspy, like she hadn’t used it in a while. “The guards.” 

Velissa finally managed to find her own voice and ask, “What was funny?” 

“Burning me,” the girl answered quietly. “A fire mage, getting hurt by her own element. Hilarious.”

Velissa thought she could feel her heart break at that. Elemental deprivation was a form of torture for mages, and something the town cells relied on to keep mages imprisoned. For the girl’s only contact with her element to be when someone used it against her was an extra level of cruelty.

“I’m so sorry,” she said finally, unsure of what else she could possibly offer. 

The only response she received was the girl quietly beginning to cry.

Taglist:

@kim-poce @cupcakes-and-pain @badluck990 @livingforthewhump @ghostfacepepper @fleur-alise @extemporary-whump @myhusbandsasemni @heart4brains @kixngiggles @towerlesskey @darlingwhump

[illiana-mystery]

New month, new fic! Yay! Also I had to post a new one on the first day of Willem's birth month. It just felt right, you know?

Anyway, this fic has been so fun to write so far. I actually just started writing Chapter 3 and know how I'm gonna end this one with Chapter 4! Yay! 

This fic is basically smut with a plot. So there's gonna be a lot of sensual flirting along with full on smut scenes. Read the summary below for more information:

Arnold is an under-appreciated, high achieving sales representative at the Fortune 500 software company, Rivaware. And despite his hard work and perseverance, he's stuck in a loveless marriage and his new diagnosis of General Anxiety Disorder has caused his sales numbers and confidence to plummet. Once the highest earner every month, he's become a shell of his former self. And his boss, the strong and beautiful, Alondra Chanté Rivera Hidalgo, has noticed. She knows about his woes and that he has an inappropriate crush on her. But she still takes it upon herself to help build his confidence again, by becoming his confidant and mistress. Her own husband be damned.

Taglist: @ghnaim24, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @emily-ella-nightshade89, @dreamlikedesires​, @writingkitten​

[eyecolour-of-insanity]

Fallen angel named Judas and risen demon named Mary!!! They traded places between heaven and hell and also they're bisexual and t4t

[bonkobarnes]

ok ok i'm caving and asking you something anon but it's you putting such thoughts out there making me spiral. let's say cam/becca finger sucking who's initiating? in my mind it's always cams fingers because of reasons and it's between becca doing it to be hot or cam shutting becca up

I did not forget about this I have actually thought about it at length. We are not gonna talk about how this was me restraining myself

- most obvious to me is: Becca sucking Cam’s fingers and Becca doing it to get a rise out of cam

- cam inviting Becca over, cam not being able to wait, cam fucking Becca on her dining room table

- cam pulling her fingers out, going to wipe them off on her pants and Becca grabbing Cam’s wrist and then licking them clean

- Becca just locking eyes with Cam and moaning over the taste of herself. Languid but deliberate until Cam is rubbing her own thighs together

- option b: Cam making Becca suck on her fingers (reasons being endless)

- Becca has a secretly severe oral fixation and if she can’t kiss cam she needs something to do with her mouth

- Becca getting chatty while cam fucks her and Cam having enough of it so she puts a hand over her mouth. Becca licking and biting at her palm until Cam gets the message and puts 2 fingers in her mouth

- Cam telling Becca to suck on her fingers like she would suck on her strap

- Because Cam wants the visual even if she actively strapping her. Wants to see how Becca would do it. What her mouth would look like and what it would sound like

- Becca then taking Cam’s fingers all the way until she’s gagging a bit. When Becca pulls back there’s a string of saliva connecting her lips and the tips of cam’s fingers and she just dives back in to chase it.

- Becca likes it better than sucking on her strap because it actually tastes like Cam and her hands are always so warm and she likes the weight on her tongue

- option c (least likely but personal fav): Cam sucking on Becca’s fingers

- Becca straddling Cam, running her fingers thru her hair and Cam breathing heavy because they have been making out for 20 minutes and she’s getting wound up

- Becca looking down at Cam and running a thumb over her lips, trying to wipe away some of the lipstick

- Cam’s lips parting just enough, the tip of her tongue touching Becca’s thumb

- Cam’s big brown doe eyes shining in the lamp light, looking up at Becca like she put the stars in the sky

- Becca telling her to open up and Cam doing so without hesitation, totally compliant

- Becca cupping Cam’s jaw and then sliding her thumb in her mouth, over her tongue

- Cam immediately wrapping her lips around it, sucking lightly and swirling her tongue

- Becca calling her a good girl because she listens so well

- Cam pleased at the praise, and going to chase Becca’s other fingers, seeing if she can get the same reaction

- Becca using those same fingers to fuck Cam because she did such a good job getting them ready for her

[iguessitsjustme]

PatPran - Don't Wanna Be Your Friend

Requested by @pose4photoml

[donkeys-waffles]

Snippet of Chapter 3 :) of Before Snow Falls

“I-I” he coughed, wetting his lips before continuing, “Did you take my phone out of my jeans pocket?” He tested the waters; it’s not like Hisashi would find much on his phone; all his links and camera roll were protected by a passcode. But the fact that its battery was completely dead was interesting.  

“You left it there Izuku.” Hisashi smiled at him, eyebrows curling together, gazing down at Izuku like he was nothing more than a silly child. “You took it from your own pocket.” He turned back to the cupboards, and Izuku gazed down at his own face reflected off the black screen. “It’s completely dead, yesterday it was at eighty percent, and I never leave the house on a low battery.” His mother had made sure his phone always had at least fifty percent battery life.  

Izuku coughed again and Hisashi set a glass of ice water in front of him tentatively. “Izuku, I’m sure you forgot to charge it before you left. You seemed so rattled yesterday it makes the most sense, don’t you think?” Izuku looked up to Hisashi, the man wore a reassuring smile across his face, and Izuku dropped his gaze again.  

A headache was settling at his temple, and he was suddenly hyper aware of how scratchy his throat was feeling. He grabbed the glass, chugging the whole thing in a few gulps. 

Hisashi turned his attention back to the stove where he was cooking fried eggs. Izuku glanced down at his phone. “You’re probably right…” He mumbled, he was very rattled yesterday, worried about the meeting with the detective.  

“Maybe you should lie back down Izuku.” He looked back at the man at the stove, concern laced his voice as he spoke again. “You just lost your mother, I’m sure you're scared. But don’t you worry, I’ve got you. Just go and rest and leave the rest to your Papa.” He said, not turning to meet Izuku’s gaze. The boy frowned but relented, walking back to his room with his phone. 

Izuku plugged his phone into the outlet in his bedroom, laying down on his bed he glared up at his popcorned ceiling. He gnawed at his lower lip. He slowly sat up, watching as his phone came back to life, he typed his passcode in watching the device reboot all of his files and contacts.  

Izuku blanked at the notification that popped on his screen, a text, he swiped, looking at the contents of the message.  

[legend-of-thyme]

the season of all natures chapter 2/2

In which Sky has a nightmare and Wild returns a favor

Link threw himself to his knees and slid to a stop angling his body to act as a shield between Zelda and Ghirahim, and frantically scrabbled at the chains that held his friend. His breath came in heavy pants and his fingers felt slow and clumsy.

“Zel,” he pleaded, needing to hear her voice. If she could still speak she wasn’t too far gone. “Can you hear me? I’m here now, I’ll get you out. Promise. Just stay with me, okay?”

Her head suddenly snapped up to look at him and he stumbled back. Her eyes glowed a fiery red, and darkness streamed down her cheeks like tears. 

“It took you far too long to get here, Link. I fear I have been mistaken in my choice of agents. If this failure is any indication, you have no hope of defending me from those who seek to assail me. Do my words anger you, sleepyhead? Do my words sting?” 

Sky sat bolt upright and reached for his sword coming up empty handed. Looking around frantically he found Fi, safe in her scabbard, leaning up against a bookcase.

Wait. Books wouldn’t be able to survive the fires of the temple. The air still felt close, like a tight band around his chest. He pulled in a deep breath around it and coughed when he found it to be easier- and the air colder- than he expected. Memory came rushing back to him. He was in Legend’s Hyrule not his own, safe in a guest room provided by the princess. Zelda was safe and home in their own time. 

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[iwakuraz]

song - ryan north by northwest - car seat headrest

since I haven't been able to upload any new drawings for the last few days, I decided to post an older flipnote that I never posted here! :3 more gay cat art SOON. please don't give up on me. I'm working on a new flipnote as well and some other stuff

[raelle-writing]

Chapter 26 of the Hogwarts AU collab with @kerrikins! 

Chapters: 26/40 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham/Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun, Pete Phongsakorn Saengtham & Tae Taechin Lerttravinont, Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun & Time Thaweewat Ratanapakorn, Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Chapter summary:

Vegas and Pete have an important conversation. Tay makes a discovery. Pete reaches his breaking point.  

Work summary:

When Hogwarts flirt Vegas Theerapanyakul realizes he’s about to hit a milestone in his sexual conquests, his friend Time makes a bet with him about whether he can seduce a random, inexperienced Hufflepuff. However, Pete Saengtham proves difficult to woo. Soon, what started as a bet turns into a matter of pride, then gradually morphs into something neither Vegas, Time, nor Pete quite expects.

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Translation in Portuguese, Persian, Spanish, and Vietnamese available! Links in description.

[little-pup-pip]

Christmas Movie Night!!

[vamossainz55]

Hey! Would you like to write one for Charles where he can't drive his normal car (for whatever reason), so he asks the reader for help, but she's kind of nervous and thinks there will be some judging? 😅

hi darling!

idk how old this req was but i finally found some inspo to write it! I did change it a bit but I have it linked here.

i hope you enjoy <3

[whiteshipnightjar]

Zoozve, my beloved

[illiana-mystery]

Chapter 2 is up! In this chapter, Wolf and Nadia have some well needed alone time and fun of the foreplay variety in her office. It's both smut and fluff! 😉😏

Stay tuned for Chapter 3 where Wolf and Nadia return home and catch up on the time they lost since Wolf has been on his new case. 

Taglist: @ghnaim24​, @imwithyoutiltheendofthelinebucky​, @iobsessoverfictionalmen​, @emily-ella-nightshade89​, @writingkitten​, @dreamlikedesires​​

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.