#sorry for the lack of posts :(

[adas-trashheap]

''dream a little dream of me''

[arachn11da]

in light of current events!

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hi everyone,

I’m sorry for the lack of posts lately. My mom is in the hospital for surgery and everything has been hectic for a while now. I’ll get back to posting soon. I appreciate every single one of you and your patience.

I hope you all have a wonderful day/night. ♥️

[teddybearty]

Might I suggest Hifumi holding the aroace flag? :3

💛🤍🩵

[poptartkingsworld]

Erm.. haiiiii :3

It's been a while I'm sorry.. T^T

Buttt i do have something that's been brewing for a while~

Professor!Lucifer x gn!reader smut

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Professor Lucifer needs a day off. A desperate day off. The piles of homework he needs to grade, the hours of lectures back to back, and the nonsense that he has to deal from his brothers. It all makes him irritable and a mess.

He sat at his desk in his classroom, one hand in his hair, his elbow resting on the desk and the other tightly holding a pen that scratched against a completed homework assignment. There was a point where the answer was so ridiculous that he had to put down his pen with a heavy sigh. Professor Lucifer rubbed his eyes in exhaustion, he had to get his energy up. He fears that he would have a heart attack if he went onto his 7th cup of coffee that night. What else could get his heart pumping and give him some adrenaline to keep going through the night?...

You sighed as you held your test that marked a big fat 'F' on the top. Didn't Professor Lucifer know how hard you studied? All those nights playing videos for the study guide to be completed the morning it was due takes alot of effort! The nerve of that man! He might as well be a demon!

You let out another sigh as you continued to walk down the hall. What should you say to your professor? Maybe some pity sob story would let him give you another chance to retake the test. Although Professor Lucifer wasn't the type to have mercy. You reached for the door of his classroom, hoping that he was in after hours. Yet, he must be since there was an...odd noise coming from the room.

You carefully opened the door, peeking in. Before you could call out his name, your mouth hung open at the sight before you. Your professor with the top buttons of his shirt loose, his hair messy and sticking to the sweat on his forehead, and furthermore...his hand pumping his cock. His eyes were closed in bliss as his hand squeezed around his cock. It could almost make you drool,,

He didn't see you yet so you should run away now and pretend you never saw him. And yet...

The sight of his eyes scrunched up in desperation for release, his cheeks tinted in a light pink. Unfortunately the desk covered the sight of how hard and throbbing his cock was. What a shame.

You quickly close the door silently and knock on it, pretending to just arrive. You could hear the man behind the door, scrambling to situate himself before he let out an irritated "Come in."

You open the door again, closing it behind you and see Professor Lucifer still in a disheveled look. "Hi, Professor," you greet with a sly smile. Professor Lucifer's face was still a light pink, "Yes, hello, is there something you needed, y/n?"

"Yeah, this test.." you held out your failed test to him, he glanced over it. He was seriously interrupted for this? "What about it?" He asked, looking up at you with his brows furrowed.

"I don't think I understand the materials, Professor...I was wondering if you could help me?" You said, eyeing him up and down. After seeing him in his previous state, it wouldn't hurt to have some fun. Plus, it wasn't like your professor was ugly. He was absolutely gorgeous.

Professor Lucifer simply handed your test back, "There's a tutoring center in the building, go get help there and leave me be." He muttered. You smile, the perfect 'I scratch your back, you scratch mine' idea popping into your head.

"But Professor," you start, "I'd rather you help me, I'm more comfortable with you." You look at him innocently, "And besides, I can tell you're comfortable in the classroom~"

"What do you mean?"

You smile and lean over the desk, "I saw you." You whisper. Professor Lucifer felt his heart sank. Before he could conjure up an excuse uou waved your hand, "It's okay, I'm not gonna report you or anything. I want to help you," you move around the desk to face him. Professor Lucifer still seated in his chair, his face stoic as ever and yet his eyes wide with intriguing emotion.

You knelt to the ground between his legs, "Oh, Professor...you're still hard.." you tease, cupping his erection through his pants. "I'll fix that~"

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Professor Lucifer's cute whimpers quickly filled the room. His pants down to his thighs as you licked all around the red tip of his hard cock. It was so much prettier up close, and so much thicker too... and to think he was going to take care of it himself.

You wrap your warm lips around the head of his cock, lowly inching down the length as your drool dripped down to his balls. Professor Lucifer's head was tilted back, the unbearable tingle of arousal lingering in his groin as he held your hair. His thighs shivered as he let out a shuttered breath, "All of it." He breathed out, eagerly pushing your head down until your nose brushed against the black pubic hairs above his cock. You moaned around his cock, his eyes slightly rolling back in pleasure. You started to move your head up and down on his cock, trying your best not to gag around his length. "Sh,,shit...just like that..aah~" your professor moaned, intently watching the way his thick cock disappears down your throat.

After a while, the urge for release was too much for your poor professor. He stood up, cock deep down your throat and he started to thrust his hips forward. You moan in surprise, you struggled to keep your eyes open as you felt the tip of his cock touch the back of your throat repeatedly. Oh how it would feel deep inside you..

Professor Lucifer's thrusts became rough, causing you to reach out for anything to ground yourself; his thighs, the desk, some homework assignments slipping to the floor. Professor Lucifer's eyes rolled back as he held your head down and abruptly stopped his pace, a low groan leaving his throat as he shot warm cum down your throat and in your mouth. His cum was thick too. Once he slipped his soft cock out your mouth, you tried your best to swallow his cum, coughing slightly. Lucifer sat back in his chair, reaching out and using his thumb to wipe remnants of cum off the side of your mouth.

"I think we can come up with something of an alliance, y/n."

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NDOSJ this was so much longer than I thought it would be but hopefully this is a good apology for the lack of Luci dick from me 🥺

[there-are-no-angels]

“justzeke is just discount justowen” people when i tell them about the potential for zeke freaking out about loving justin because he thinks his parents will hate him for being “sinful” and neglecting to tell justin until he mutates and then justin who loved zeke all along has to watch the boy he loves become unrecognizable with no way to stop it

[zer0pm]

Imagine Luis using a jacket to protect you both from the rain.

“I’m back! Did you miss me?”

Your head snaps up at the sound of his voice and you rush over to his approaching form with haste. Luis spreads his arms wide, ready to accept your warm embrace with sincere enthusiasm. What he got knocked the air out of him. Literally- his breath escapes him as your fist connects with his gut.

“Mierda… that’s a good one…” he groans, hunching over in pain.

“You asshole!” you scold him, ignoring his snark. “I thought you were dead! I saw Mendez dragging you away!”

“C’mon, my friend. Have a little faith,” Luis huffs, his signature grin returning to his face once he recovered to a standing position. “So long as they know I’m the one who hid The Amber, I’m untouchable.”

You had an unamused expression on your face, reaching up to poke at the evident bruise swelling on his forehead. The man winces under your touch but does not move away, a slightly guilty smile on his lips.

He shrugs, “Yes, well- uh, mostly untouchable.”

Although you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the Spaniard’s breathtaking talent for witty remarks in dangerous situations, you were mostly relieved that he was okay. The feeling of water droplets pouring on your head brings you back to awareness of where you both were standing. Lowering your hand from Luis’ head, you latch onto his wrist.

“We should get out of the rain. Hide it out somewhere safe until we figure out our next move.”

Luis nods in agreement, “An excellent idea. Oh, un momento-”. Taking advantage of your grip, he effortlessly pulls you closer to his side. The weather was damp and the air was chilly, but Luis’ breath upon your cheek warms you.

The sudden closeness throws you off guard and you were about to question his actions until a distinctive shadow looms over you both, blocking out the downpour. You glance up to see Luis’ hands holding some sort thick faux fur lined with leather over your heads.

“Stay close,” he advises, each word fanning down the skin of your neck and cheek. “I don’t plan on separating from you again.”

Against the chilly wind and rain, your temperature grew hot, both from the dark-haired man’s close proximity to you as well as his words that made you shudder with heat. He thought you were shivering and inched himself closer against your side. You had no choice then but to wrap your arms around him to stay under the protection of the-

Huh?

Now that you were looking at it, Luis was using a jacket. A jacket that was most definitely not his. The fine brown leather and fur lining was a tell that it most likely did not belong to any of the locals either. The style was too modern. So where did this come from?

“Luis,” you began to ask, “what is- whose jacket is this?”

You hear him chuckle under his breath, the sound coming off like he was revisiting a funny memory. When you glance at his from your peripheral vision, you spot a glint of intrigue in his reminiscent eyes, matching the lopsided smirk characteristic to his sly demeanor.

For a good minute, he doesn’t answer you. When he finally does, there was no mistaking the amusement laced in his voice. “My new friend. Sancho Panza.”

That’s all he said. Of course, you follow-up with more questions, but Luis was a master at evading inquiries with vague responses. The only information you were able to gather was that this new friend came to the village looking for someone but your companion purposefully leaves out the details of how they met as well as how they separated. Eventually, you two come across an abandoned house and that was when you dropped the subject for time being.

Once inside, you moved to detach yourself from Luis, but he stops you. Maneuvering his arms in an almost elegantly dramatic fashion, he drapes the jacket over your shoulders. At his insistence, he helps you slip your arms through the sleeves. Thanks to your shared body heat, the inside was pleasantly warm, a welcome relief against the drafty chill in the air. The dark-haired man then tugs at the fur collar, securing the jacket on your frame, pulling you closer in the process.

At the sight of the blooming blush on your cheeks, the suave man winks at you before stepping away wordlessly. You had to stop yourself from leaning in after him, but your slight tilt did not go unnoticed. His smirk widens.

After the two of you secured the area, you settled down in the first floor and indulged in the brief respite. Luis’ capture threw a wrench in your shared plan to escape, but Luis, ever the optimist, assured you that you were still on course. As you hashed over the details on how to recover The Amber and meet up with Luis’ informant for safe passage, gunshots and screams were heard from the distance.

You rise up from your seat in alarm and look out the window to see two blonds, a man and a woman heading your way, both ardently being chased by a mob of infected villagers. “Luis, look! Survivors. We have to help them.”

Your companion leans his head over your shoulder to follow your line of sight. Against your ear, you hear him curse softly in his native tongue.

“You were bound for an introduction, I suppose.” he scoffs. You didn’t get a chance to ask him what he meant as he left your side to rush over to the door. He pries the wood open and waves at the running pair to come inside. Not long after they were ushered in the house and you and Luis barricaded the door, the blond man takes note of your companion’s presence.

“You,” the man glares, disdain dripping in his firm tone. He stomps towards Luis, the latter backing up with each approaching step.

“Hey,” Luis greets nervously, playing up his sly charm you oft see him use to get himself out of trouble that he’s landed himself in. “Listen, about earlier-”

The angry blond pins the Spaniard against the far wall with a strong fist, “Yeah, about that.”

Curiosity got the better of you, “Luis, who is this?”

Your voice rips the blond man’s attention away from Luis, redirecting it now towards you. His cold eyes scan over your face with analytical wariness until they relented to something akin to genuine surprise upon noticing the article of clothing on your person. His expression filled in the details that Luis purposefully omitted behind the story of the jacket. The gears in your head clicked into place. It was your turn to throw an accusatory glare at the Spaniard.

“Did you-” you started before sighing, pinching the bridge of your nose. You approached the two men, an apology on the tip of your tongue as you shifted to remove the jacket and give it back to the stranger as a show of good will, but Luis’ voice stops you in motion.

“No hagas eso. Keep it on, it looks good on you.” The Spaniard interjects, grinning playfully at you. His grey eyes then glance back at the blond expectantly who still had his uncertain gaze on you. “Our new friend thinks so too. Eh, Sancho?”

[badlydrawnmeulin]

[chaoswarfare]

do x dc prompt #31

danny’s had a lot of time to himself since he moved away from amity park when the portal closed. learning new hobbies and taking up part time jobs occasionally helps hold off the boredom without anyone he knows around. it’s really not his fault that nobody else wanted to move to gotham. there seems to be some interesting people everywhere he goes though, so hopefully he won’t be bored for long.

danny moves to gotham and manages to jump into a hobby of literally every vigilante in the city, and starts trying to put together their identities. nothing’s worse than boredom after all.

except maybe a swarm of agitated bats.

[comfytickles]

bruh what is happening to me

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[plasmawillfreeyou]

Two of the most dangerous people from Unova region being silly

[arschgesicht6969]

[cookiwi-octonauts]

Me neither Kwazii 😔

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hey everyone,

I apologize for the lack of posts lately. Things are kinda hectic here right now. I’ll post at least once a day.

I appreciate your support. ♥️

[teddybearty]

Evil little cuties!! 💕

[leakypipes]

Hello everyone, I know I haven't posted a pony art in a bit. Sorry about that. The last couple weeks have been a lot (especially last week)

I should be posting an art in a few days