#sorry not the best art idc

[kuzoux]

remember ur history

[clownowo]

MAJOR End of Game Ghost Trick Spoilers

I wish i could replay Ghost Trick but Sissel is a cat from the start. so i carefully traced and then edited the cat sprite for a hypothetical mod I will almost definitely never actually make

[vvenuspng]

she’s been stuck in my head..!!

[litt1e-prince]

you guys DONT understand- i read this line from Smiles Taken AU fic and just havent been the same since- went out of my way to learn perspective

[bugdogg]

yo we gotta get that choroko content.... Pretty please

Hey anon, it's been like.... 3 months? Here's Choroko, thank you for being patient with meee ^w^

(also I know it's not like a scene here as the others were, but thinking up ideas is hard right now so I'm keeping it simple)

[seasicksilver]

i've literally never explained anything

[isitsafetodrinktherainwater32]

gwen moment...

[thriftstoreclown]

sorry but i will not be listening to anyone who compares chloe zhao’s fray into the mcu to taika waititi’s lmao

eternals took risks and changed details (which i will hear out valid criticisms about such as division of screen-time among characters of color, the moral dubiousness of druig’s powers, etc.) from the comics to make a narrative that was better suited to fit into the mcu’s scope while still staying true to the heart of what made the comics so great.

thor love and thunder took a lazy swing as an adaptation for one of the best comic runs of the last decade in favor of weak humor designed to appeal to eighth graders and shot all three of their lead characters in the gut for more self-insert screen-time and to advertise guns ’n’ roses.

they are not the same and they’re not even close.

[ham1lton]

‘cause i’m that bitch.

pairing: charles leclerc x fashionista!reader.

warnings: nothing! just reader being a bad bitch.

faceclaim: rihanna.

summary: charles keeps trying to tell everyone he’s in a relationship with you, the it girl of the fashion world. yet, no one believes him. he’s very keen on changing that.

— part two of my 500 followers celebration ♡ —

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yourcompanyname: our boss y/n l/n at the cfda gala last night where she was awarded the fashion icon award. pictures of her arriving to, during and after the event.

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ynswife: ‘do my tits bother you? they're COVERED… in swarovski crystals girl!’

-> user1: oh she ate this look up so bad.

user7: i remember when she was still interning for vogue and now she’s one of the biggest makeup and clothing moguls in the world 🥺

-> yourcompanyname: thanks for being with us since the beginning!! check your dms for a surprise! 🙈

user5: that’s my favourite fashion designer!

user6: did y’all see the post-award interview? she was giggling saying she was going to celebrate with someone after getting the award…. i wonder who it was.

-> user9: probably just her best friend. they’re really close and she helps her get ready for events like this.

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

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— phone conversation between CHARLES LECLERC and Y/N L/N.

CHARLES LECLERC: they don’t believe it! they don’t believe i’m dating you!

Y/N L/N: they’re probably joking babe-

LECLERC: they called me a french twink! i’m not even french!

L/N: i know babe.

LECLERC: we need to ramp it up. can i wear one of your designs? maybe they’ll understand when i’m dressed in your fashion.

L/N: i have the perfect outfits for you. i’ll send them tomorrow!

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

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gqmens: charles leclerc is our new cover boy, dressed in yourcompanyname’s menswear from head to toe.

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landonorris: can you get me some clothes 😩

-> user6: BUY EM 🤨

user2: idc if he’s a stalker, he’s sooooo fine i’m sorry.

-> dumbass1: he can stalk me deadass. go all joe goldberg on me 😍😩

user89: he’s really trying to make us believe that he’s dating her…. we’re not that gullible dumbass!

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

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y/nsfanpage: last night y/n was seen at the movie premiere of ‘material girl’, the second film that she’s produced under her production company!

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user3: queen!! don’t know what looks better, her or the movie!

user8: some vroom vroom guy is saying he’s dating her….

-> user9: imagine 😭

user7: he’s even buying clothes to pretend he’s sponsored by her that’s crazy 😭😭😭😭

-> user5: she needs a restraining order i’m so serious.

user6: she looks so good!! 😍

𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃

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— phone conversation between CHARLES LECLERC and Y/N L/N.

LECLERC: we need to pull out the big guns.

L/N: if you’re sure…

LECLERC: i just want people to understand and believe i’m dating you. i don’t want people to believe i’m a weird stalker.

L/N: oh babe, i’m so sorry. you know what? i’ll take the day off tomorrow, we can go out and spend all day doing what you’d like to do.

LECLERC: all i want to do is be with you.

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ham1ltonshaderoom: after initial disbelief from the internet, business mogul and it girl y/n l/n has been spotted cosying up with formula one driver charles leclerc in an art gallery in paris. how are we feeling about this new couple ham1ltons?

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user7: HE STOLE MY WIFE!!!!!! BOOOO

user6: i apologise mr leclerc i was unfamiliar with your game.

-> user7: don’t ever doubt the game of a peculiar white dude.

user78: she looks so good even blurry.

user67: that outfit is crazy he looks like a mime.

-> user23: he’s never beating the french allegations.

user12: first pic is actually so cute!!

user34: i still think it’s photoshopped.

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[yourstrulyrika]

just a short smut fic about Leon bc I have history tomorrow and I am about to explode i need to get my mind off of it!! no thoughts about history just Leon !!!

warnings: none! just pure smut with fem!reader

topic: thigh worship bc!! thighs!! i love thighs!! chubby skinny thin toned soft thick IDC i love thighs. so does leon he told me that himself !!!!! Leon Kennedy loves eating you out thats it thats the plot

Leon is a sucker for thighs. He loves thighs. Worships thighs. Could spend hours on your thighs, sleeping on them, kissing them,

but his favorite thing is being between your thighs <3

Leon is a messy eater. You found that long time ago. No matter his mood or energy level — it always ends up messy. Now, Leon has his beloved way of eating you out.

Face sitting

When Leon proposed this idea at first, he was a bit shy, just a bit. His first words were “suffocating between your thighs would be a way to go I wouldn’t complain about.” with that smirk of his. Took a bit to actually get you to sit on him like he’s a damn chair, ended up with him pulling you all the way down, but you’re sitting, so that’s what matters!

When you sat on his face, he thought he’s in heaven. Grows pussydrunk so fast, doesn’t care about his thick cock throbbing in his pants, growls when you try to touch it because why aren’t you focusing on his tongue !! (he ends up cumming in his pants in the end btw)

Slurps, sucks, kisses, nibbles — he LOVES (your) pussy. Leon is a (your) pussy lover. He moans like a damn whore when you grind against him. Sometimes he wraps his hands around your thighs to make you grind against him, eating you so passionately he forgets about the world outside <3 He just loves being used by you!! that’s his life dream!!

“That’s it baby, best pussy in the whole world, lovin’ it s’ much, god,” the crack in his voice is just.. chefs kiss. Sometimes it feels like Leon talks to your pussy instead to you, but you know he loves you as much !!

He doesn’t stop even when you cum, he has to pull out at least two orgasms out of you before he even considers letting you go.

“Cmon.. baby, just one more, know you can do it,” He mumbles between the sucks. He says it for the third time today. You end up completely fucked dumb by his tongue <3 But when he finally stops, he always ends the session with a small press to your clit,

“Sorry baby, not my fault you taste too good.”

Obviously the session doesn’t end there though. Now it’s his time. But not before he presses soft, loving kisses to your thighs, marking them up, gripping them so possessively but still gently. When he’s satisfied with the sight, he finally takes his pants off and lets his cock spring out, hard and leaking for you <3

But no, he doesn’t fuck your pussy. He knows you’re overstimulated! He’s not that cruel!! But he fucks your thighs. Damn, your thighs, he just loves them. He presses your thighs together — he LOVES and lives for the sight of it. And then puts his dick in front of those soft legs, guiding himself between your thighs before finally pushing forward, letting out the loudest whine you heard.

“Shit, s’good, goddamn, you were made for me,“ He genuinely starts babbling, just as fucked dumb as you are. Moving his hips lazily but desperately, covering your inner thighs with his precum. And when he finally cums on your thighs and pulls away, he turns you around and just stares at the art work he made. to him, the sight of your thighs covered in his seed is a damn piece of art.

“Princess, can I take a photo? Looks so pretty, all mine,”

He ends up taking a photo of your thighs like this, his hand resting there and gently squishing the soft flesh, as if marking you as his. You just know he’s gonna jerk his damn soul off to that photo when you’re not around.

End! Phew, that took a minute. I have a history test tomorrow, I will scream my lungs out. Wish me luck or smth </3

[braixen]

what your trainer type says about you

normal: nothing burger. humans are normal types.

water: can you stop chilling and stand for something but without turning into a mfing tempest? you're either 0 or 100

fire: STOP being so impulsive

grass: it's not fucking weed you piece of shit stoner

fighting: all pokémon fight. just because yours do martial arts doesn't impress me

electric: i understand from the deepest part of my heart some of them eat electricity to live. that said, i really wish you guys wouldn’t cause blackouts when i’m battling. we have to pause the whole thing and get the gym generator running and it really ruins the flow of the battle.

dark: you know three songs that were popular in the amv scene by heart huh bud. i like how evil teams use them but you stand by them. you are every rival that wore all black and ranged from either apathetic to an angry front but had a pokemon that evolved with high friendship.

psychic: you are not an empath because you can read the room. go to therapy. unless you're one of the psychic trainers that have psychic powers. i appreciate you leaning into it so much

poison: was it worth never letting your pokemon on your furniture and always having to eat outside

rock and ground: do you guys ever get into arguments about how distinct they are?

ice: i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. you cannot ethically own ice type pokémon in hot regions. that said, assuming every ice type owner that doesn’t live up on that mountain where the kanto champ dipped isn’t housing their pokémon in their cities ice type facility isn’t true either

bug: i’m so sorry everyone thinks bug types are weak. ilysm. you have as big of a heart as the dark type trainers.

steel: you think you’re better than the ground and rock types until the fire type comes out.

ghost: PLEASE put them on the leashes specifically made for ghost types or keep them in your pokéball!! they’re known to scare people and STEAL CHILDREN.

flying: everyone who characterizes you guys as airheads instead of. like. idc. very intelligent pilots at best and somebody who’s calm and gentle enough to befriend pokemon as flighty as flying types at least. sorry for the flighty pun you probably get that a lot.

fairy: be so honest with me is valerie actually fae. why do her eyes look like that. she has anime eyes.

dragon: this is what i imagine dragon being weak to dragon is like

[toecrust69]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re still taking requests but if you are, can I ask for one, Batfam x vigilante!male!reader (or gn, idc) The reader is a teen (younger than Tim and older than Damian). He’s like super smart and knows martial arts and is a total badass. The bat family has been trying to catch him for a year now. The reader just stopped a drug dealing, near the docks and was about to go back to patrolling but nightwing and Robin show up. They fight for a bit and robin kicks the reader in the water. The reader is exhausted too and passes out. Nightwing sees the reader not coming back up and dives in and rescues him. They take him back to the bat cave, put him in like a cell and the batfam starts questioning him. They find out he’s a kid and a orphan and ALSO knows who they are, bruce decides to adopt him (the reader and Robin not wanting that) but Bruce says something like since the readers just a kid and he already knows their identity, might as well adopt him and keep a eye on him. Thank youuuuu, I hope you can do this! Sorry if it’s a bit much <3

Super Cool Title

Tw: profanity but honestly who cares, bad writing, bad fight scenes

Authors note: don't worry about it at all! I hope u enjoy <3 Also, the reader is gender-neutral so I'm gonna try my best to not use any pronouns. Please let me know if you find any mistakes and I will fix them as soon as possible. Also, I changed some stuff up, so I hope you don't mind.

Enjoy!

The harsh wind hit you as you jumped from rooftop to rooftop.

You'd occasionally go down if you ever heard a noise, but so far, you haven't.

It was a quiet night.

Quiet nights weren't common in Gotham, but every time there was one, something happened by the end of it.

You didn't know if it was some sort if curse put on Gotham but you honestly wouldn't be surprised if that was the case.

You landed on a bridge overlooking a river, but you must be been too deep in thought to notice the loud thud behind you.

You did, however, hear the familiar voice of Robin behind you.

"ow," he hissed.

You whipped your head back to look at him and saw him there, on the ground, holding his knee to his chest.

You stifled a laugh as you crochet down in front of him, but still a few feet apart.

"What's wrong?" you began mockingly, "I thought Robins could fly, so why did you fall?".

"Fuck you," he hissed through gritted teeth.

You rolled your eyes and stared patiently at him, waiting for him to give up and ask for help.

He sensed your heavy gaze on him and glanced up at you.

"What" he demanded— rather aggressively might I add— but you decided to ignore it.

You pretended to pick at your nails then said; "oh, nothing much... Just waiting for you to swallow your pride and ask me for some much-needed help."

You smirked when his glare hardened, clearly annoyed.

He clearly wasn't giving up any time soon, so you decided to take manors into your own hands.

Standing up, you fished a mini med kit from your pockets and walked towards him.

He didn't seem to notice you until you were crouched down in front of him —closer this time— examining his seemingly hurt ankle.

He squirmed in your touch and yelled profanities at you as you tried to calm him down and keep him still.

"What do you think you're doing!? Let go of me you mo-"

"Shut up!" your voice was stern which seemed to help him follow your orders. "Stop moving so much— I can barely see what's wrong"

A quiet moment passed and soon you were bandaging his ankle.

"Why are you here, anyway?" you asked. "Still trying to catch me?" you teased with a smirk as you finished wrapping his ankle.

It wasn't a secret that Batman and his family had been trying to catch you for a little over a year now; there had been many articles written about the latest fight between you and Batman.

And, you guessed it, Batman never won.

*sigh*, you're just too cool for your own good...

A mischievous smirk graced his lips as he spoke, "Yes, was it too obvious?".

Before you could process what he was saying, he was launching himself at you and you were on the ground with him hovering only inches above you.

He raised his fists to punch you, but you caught it before it got the chance to.

Kicking him off of you, you stood up and watched as he struggled to do the same.

Your breaths were heavy and you brought your fists and guard down.

You couldn't help but feel bad for the kid. He was still young— younger than you. You know what it feels like to–

Suddenly, you were pushed to the ground, again, with somebody hovering atop you.

The fall was so hard that it knocked the air out of your lungs, but you still managed to crane your neck up to see who it was, only to have a hand planter on your head, twisting it back to where it once was.

"You good, Robin?" ah, you recognized that voice— it was Nightwing.

He nodded his head and pointed to his bandaged ankle. "Yes, I'm okay," he pointed at you, "This imbecile here helped me out".

With his other hand, Nightwing took both of your wrists and held them together as makeshift handcuffs.

Before you could speak, Nightwing beat you to it. "Oh, is that so?" he said mockingly, "I didn't know you had it in ya. Thanks for helping him out but we gotta take you back now."

You groaned. Not this shit again, you thought.

But you weren't going to go without a fight.

He stood up, picking you up in the process. He held you flush against his back and leaned down to whisper in your ear, "You won't escape this time".

You took this position to your advantage and turned your head to face him. Before he could react, you swept your tongue over his cheek.

He stumbled back in disgust and touched his cheek with his hand. He glanced down at his hand in disgust and you took the opportunity to high kick him in the face.

He stumbled back into the ground with a groan and held his now broken and bloody nose.

You turned to face Robin who was now standing up, ready to fight.

He launched himself at you once again but you punched him in the face before he could reach you.

Dumbass, you thought.

He fell to the ground, clearly embarrassed, and you circled him before speaking.

"Say, Robin, was you falling and getting hurt all part of your plan to —unsuccessfully— catch me again?" you taunted.

His glare hardened on you but then glanced behind you.

You didn't think much of it until you realized that he was starting at something behind you.

You couldn't even turn your head fully before you felt somebody hit your back, causing you to stumble forwards.

But you fought yourself before you could fall (again), and turned to face the culprit.

There you saw Nightwing again, in a fighting position.

Fuck not agai-

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by another fight between both Nightwing and Robin.

You might've been strong when fighting with one of them, but not with two of them.

The whole thing was a blur, but all you know is that you somehow ended up tumbling down the bridge rather ungracefully.

Panting, Dick turned to Damian and saskef if he was okay.

"You good?"

"Yes", he responded through labored breaths. "Now all we have to do is bring them back and hope we don't end up getting our asses beat again".

"yeah, you gotta admit they're pretty good."

Damian nodded reluctantly in response. He glanced down at the water and then asked "Why haven't they come up yet?"

He shook his head mindlessly, still trying to catch his breath, when he realized–

"Holy shit where are they!?"

Dick frantically looked down at the water, Damian following suit.

They stared in horror as tiny air bubbles made their way up to the surface.

Before Damian could, Dick dove down into the water to get you.

The last thing you remember before blacking out was Robin— aka Damian— kicking you into the water with Nightwing— aka Dick— by his side.

Yeah, that's right, you know their identity.

You had to admit it took you a while to figure it out, but when you did, you honestly weren't that surprised.

What did surprise you, however, was how quickly you found Superman's identity.

That and how he hid it.

God, the people of Gotham can be so stupid sentimes

I mean— he had the money and the family, so why not?

Anyways, that's not important.

What is important, however, was for you to get out of here.

You had woken up about five minutes ago, but you made no move to show it.

You tried your best to gather some information on where and how you got here.

But that was easier said than done when you were put in the hospital room that was boarded off from the rest of what you assumed to be the Batcave.

Suddenly, the door opened and you heard two heavy footsteps enter the room, along with a light one.

"How do you find them?" a deep voice, who you assumed was Bruce, asked.

"This little demon spawn here kicked them into the water and they passed out", Dick explained.

"Hey!" Damian hissed. "I already said I was sorry", his voice sounded lower and a bit guilty than before.

Bruce only hummed, stepping closer to you and it took everything in you not to freak out.

He reached his hand out to brush a strand of hair from your face and you internally thanked him because that strand had been tickling and annoying you since you woke up.

"Well, they're something" he started plainly and they simply hummed in response.

The door opened and another set of step walked in.

"What did you find on them?" Bruce asked the mystery person.

"Well, they live in an orphanage not too far from here. Actually, its the same one Dick grew up in." his voice was tired, deep, and familiar... Ah! Tim, aka Red Robin

He continued, "Their mom and dad died a couple years ago in a car accident driving and left an inheritance of 3,000 dollars that they will get once they turn 18. Oh! And I think they know our identity"

What? How the fuck did he-

"How the fuck do you know that?!" Damian asked, earning a light slap from Bruce.

"Language!" he demanded and you could practically hear him rolling his eyes.

"Oh, because they've been awake this whole time and they have a whole Google slide about us."

Fuck.

Your eyes snapped open and everybody turned to look at you.

An awkward beat passed when Dick finally broke the this atmosphere.

"I knew that".

You stood in front of the Batcomputer, arms crossed over your chest, as you watched the chaos fold right in front of you.

You changed out the hospital gown and borrowed one of Tims's old shirts that fit you like a glove.

Everybody was screaming at one another and all you did was lean back and quietly munch away on one of alfreds cookies.

His cookies were delicious and you'd gladly sell your soul for the recipe.

Speaking of Alfred, he walked up beside you with a tiny metal tray holding more cookies and gestured at you to take some more.

You gladly accepted with a small 'thank you' and he was on his way.

Jason had arrived not that long ago when he heard that they finally caught you.

He was mainly arguing with Damian and Bruce but you honestly didn't care all that much.

All you could focus on were the damn cookies.

What did catch your attention, however, was Bruce's next words.

"Why don't I just adopt them!? They already know our identity and they'd make a great addition to the family and team!" he screamed.

"Hell no" you and Damian screeched at the same time while everybody else kept quiet.

You briefly glanced at Damian only for him to look around the now quite room.

They seemed to be considering it.

Damian let out a sarcastic and breathy laugh. "There's no fucking way you're actually considering this, Father", he muttered under his breath but still loud enough for everybody to hear.

His voice was almost as small as he felt.

"For once, I agree with him" you said, pointing at him.

"Aw, look, they're both already getting along like siblings." Jadon pointed at you, "I'm gonna call you demon spawn 2.0" Jason teased and smirked.

You and Damian both snapped your heads at him and gave him the coldest glare you could muster at the same time.

Usually, Jason wouldve cowered away in fear but he was too busy laughing his ass off at the resemblance.

You both rolled your eyes and turned back to face Bruce and the others. At the same time without realizing it.

Again.

Some of them were holding back laughter while the rest had their mouth open in shock.

Damian tilted his head and you asked, "What?".

They shook their heads and went back to what they were talking about.

"Well, I don't see why not" Cass started from her spot on the table. "They already know our identity —like you said —and we could always train them to be better".

Everybody else nodded in agreement except for you and Damian, who stared in shock.

"I can't belive this-!"

"You can't be serious-!"

You and Damian spoke at the same time, causing both of you to snap your head ad glare at one another before turning your head again.

Bruce brought up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighed in annoyance.

He muttered random words under his breath for a moment as everybody stared at him in confusion.

He eventually snapped his head up and finally spoke; "It's final," he pointed at you, "you're getting adopted," he pointed and Damian, "and you two are getting along"

You both stared at him for a brief second, disbelief written all over your face as you began protesting rather loudly.

Bruce finally snapped and turned to look at you both. "I said it's final! You can't change my mind!" His voice was stern, and a bit scary, so you stayed quiet.

He sighed in relief once you actually shut up.

He turned his back to face you, muttering to himself again.

You leaned over to Damian and whispered, "does he do that often?".

Damian leaned in a bit too and answered, "yeah, but don't worry, you'll get used to it".

You nodded absently and straightedge your back again when Bruce turned to look at you two again

"See!" He gestured at you two, "you're already getting along well. Jason was right, now stop whining." He began walking away.

They're already making me grow white hairs, he thought

Jason dramatically gasped at his words and followed behind him. "What was that!?"

Finally! Im done! I really hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I love writing this. I'm really proud of how this turned out and I'm honestly kinda surprised that I managed to finish this quickly

-toes<3

[senseofnewness]

Sorry this thought is long but…

I read one fic one time and saw some asks, and now I’m obsessed with the idea of physical therapist or personal trainer reader x artashi. Like maybe they knew her at Stanford and she was already part of the dynamic or maybe they met her later. Idc I just need this dynamic between them where Art and Tashi are the married couple but reader has supported both of them so much in tennis and their personal life that it’s like she’s part of their marriage too.

Like she literally nurses Art back to health after his injury, so she’s super protective of him and constantly checking in on his health and physical needs, very touchy, but it’s nice because Art craves that physical connection. They communicate a lot through touch. Imagine casual arm rubs and hand holding or gently squeezing Art’s thigh when he looks stressed or detached before a match.

If he’s sitting on the couch, she might casually walk over and start massaging his shoulder without even thinking about it. He instantly melts into her touch, and sometimes, if he’s feeling particularly comfortable, he might let out a small whimper or moan, letting his head fall back. She tries to ignore how his Adam’s apple protrudes from the way his head is tilted back (and her desire to lick the skin there) and how his thighs are spread out on the couch. Her hands may start to rub up the sides of his neck, massaging away the tension there and behind his ears. Art brings his hand up to rest against her forearm, making direct eye contact from below. She’s so in tune with his body that she knows he’s getting turned on, can feel it in his pulse. She doesn’t even need to look at the bulge growing under his pajama pants. It definitely wouldn’t be the first time she’s relieved him in that way, but she worries now might not be the best time with Tashi already stressed about Art’s performance and the awkward tension that’s been developing between them.

Without warning, Tashi shuts her laptop and walks over. With a loud sigh, she snakes her arm around reader’s waist. She looks down at Art and lets out a ‘tsk’ at the way he’s sprawled on the couch like a needy whore. She then makes eye contact with reader, pulling her in for a kiss. She greedily returns it, always taking the opportunity to indulge in whatever Tashi offers her. She gasps when the hand that was previously on her hip is pressed against her ass, gently squeezing it. Tashi leans in and nibbles her earlobe before telling her “just fuck him already.”

Before she knows it, Tashi has disappeared to finish her work somewhere quietly (and without the distraction of her horny lovers). She’s too busy to entertain them at the moment, but you better believe she’ll end up using the reader’s mouth to get off before bed that night.

Art Donaldson x Tashi Duncan x f!reader - MDNI - 18+

Tashi can hear the two of you going at it from the next room, the walls doing little to muffle the sounds of Art’s whimpers under your touch. She could be jealous that you’re fucking her husband, but she’s not. Instead, what stings is the fact that he’s getting all your attention while she’s not. She’s supposed to be studying Art’s opponent’s game, analyzing every move to craft the perfect strategy to beat him on the court. But with each passing minute, the noises filtering through the walls make it harder for her to focus.

She tries to immerse herself in the game footage, to concentrate on the opponent’s flaws and strengths, but it’s impossible when all she can think about is what’s happening in the next room. The way you’re making Art squirm, the sounds he’s making, it’s driving her crazy. The dampness growing between her legs and the hardening of her nipples under her shirt only make it worse. She almost wants to storm in and tell you both to shut up, but deep down, she knows she’d rather just join you.

When she steps into the bedroom, both of you turn to look at her, and a smile spreads across your face. You’re sprawled out on the bed with Art between your legs, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, your foreheads touching in a moment of closeness. Every time Tashi catches you two together, she expects to see something wild from the noises you’re making. But instead, she always finds the two of you desperately grinding against each other, rutting like animals in heat, lost in the moment. She knows she’s the missing piece, the one who can take things to another level. With her there, you can finally let go of any guilt, knowing that nothing is truly done behind her back, because she’s always the one who gives the final word. “Tashi…” You moan, reaching out one hand toward her while your other hand clutches Art’s soft locks. She grabs your hand and steps closer to the bed, her eyes fixed on the scene before her, on you, sprawled out and gasping as her husband drives into you with deep, steady thrusts. Her gaze lingers on Art’s ass, the way his muscles twitch when he’s buried deep inside you, feeling you clench around him. You know how much she loves watching, and you can see the way it drives her wild too. But right now, you crave more than just her eyes on you, you want her to join in. Things are always more intense, more electrifying, when you’re the center of attention for both of them. Art's lips crash against yours, kissing you with a hungry desperation as you lock eyes with Tashi, silently urging her to come closer. Whenever she steps into the room while he's fucking you, Art gets even more intense, his hands all over you, determined to show his wife how well he’s taking care of you.

As Tashi drops her shorts, letting them pool around her ankles before kicking them off, your eyes linger on her long, toned legs. You have spent countless hours massaging them, easing the pain of her injury, restoring strength to muscles she despised for their weakness. To her, they were a frustrating reminder of what she’d lost, but to you, they were one of your favorite parts of her body. You groan as Art pounds harder into you, a clear attempt to reclaim your attention. Even with his tongue down your throat, he knows that your gaze has wandered to his wife. You close your eyes, trying to refocus on him, running your free hand down his back and gripping his ass with a firm squeeze, a silent reassurance that there’s no reason for him to be jealous. You adore him just as much. The sight of him and his sculpted stomach also makes your legs tremble every time. But they just both offer you something different. Your soul craves Art while your body craves Tashi.

Before you know it, Tashi has released your hand and is crawling onto the bed, now completely nude. Her presence sends a wave of excitement through you both. She watches as you and Art devour each other's mouths in a mess of gasps and moans, her eyes gleaming with desire. Her hand glides over Art’s back, and you can tell by the way he arches into her touch that he’s seeking her attention. “Am I interrupting?” She asks, a hint of mischief in her voice. You and Art nod eagerly, always ready to play along with her teasing. “Good.” She says with a smirk, her hand sliding up to grip his hair and pull him away from your lips, breaking the heated kiss. “Get off her face, Donaldson.” Art reluctantly pulls back, his eyes desperate as he looks at his wife, then obediently shifts his position. The weight of his body lifts off yours, and he’s now kneeling behind you, his hands gripping your hips to raise them. Tashi hands him a pillow, which he carefully places beneath you, making sure you're comfortable before thrusting again, holding your legs close to his chest.

Tashi straddles your face, facing Art, hovering just inches above your mouth. All you can think about is burying your face between her legs, desperate to inhale her core. You whine, impatience bubbling up inside you, aching for the prize she’s teasing you with. Art watches intently, like it's the hottest thing he’s ever seen. Finally, she lowers herself onto your mouth, silencing your needy whimper. She grinds her hips back, spreading her slickness over your nose and lips. Without hesitation, you grab her thighs, holding her down as your tongue eagerly explores her folds. Leaning forward, she pulls Art into a heated kiss, prompting him to give you long, slow strokes. You wish you could watch them make out. There was something intensely erotic about the way Tashi devoured his mouth, like she wanted to consume him whole, while Art melted into her touch, desperate to be enveloped by her. But you didn’t complain, you loved the position you were in, Tashi’s ass in your face, her scent intoxicating as you eagerly licked and sucked at her. “Is she eating you good?” He whispers against her lips. “She’s being lazy.” She replies, pushing you to dive deeper, to please her even more.

You flick your tongue against her clit, dipping your nose between her labia, inhaling her deeply. Her scent makes you lightheaded, but Art’s deep, rhythmic thrusts brings you back to your senses. Tashi grabs one of Art’s hands from your thigh and guides it to your breast while she fondles the other. When they combined their efforts, torturing you instead of competing for your attention, you knew you were completely at their mercy. It wasn’t about you anymore. It was about them two. Control slips from your grasp as you clench your cunt around Art’s thick, pulsing cock, urging him to fuck you like you are nothing but a desperate hole, hoping Tashi would suffocate you with her pussy while your tongue burns with the sweet agony of overuse. “Yes, that’s better, good girl.” Tashi moans, her voice laced with satisfaction as she continues to knead your breast. Their touches couldn’t be more different. Art’s hand is gentle and soft, rolling your breast gently under his palm, while Tashi’s grip is eager, her fingers digging into your flesh with possessiveness. You tentatively slide your hands up her chest, hoping to return the favor and give her breasts the same attention, but she quickly slaps your hands away, a silent reprimand that makes your heart beat faster. You knew you would pay for it later on. Obediently, you place them back around her thighs, pulling her closer to your face, desperate to please her.

“Shit, I’m coming.” Art blurts out, his voice tight with pleasure as he rams into you with a desperate intensity, his eyes squeezed shut in bliss. “Already?” Tashi comments, her tone almost mocking him. It’s true that he could never last as long as Tashi could. He never did. But you both had been going at it long before Tashi even entered the room. The burn in your thighs and the slick pool of your juices beneath you were proof enough of that. “Come on, you can do better than that.” Tashi challenges, her eyes locked on her husband. Art gasps, nodding in response, determined not to disappoint her. After all, it was thanks to Tashi that he even had the privilege of fucking your sweet pussy. “Fuck her good.” She commands, her voice firm, as she starts to grind her hips in time with his thrusts, creating a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

After a couple more minutes of gasping for air beneath Tashi and feeling your kidneys being crushed by Art’s thrusts, you were nearing your limit. The overstimulation was so intense that you felt on the verge of passing out. As always, the unspoken connection you shared with Art allowed him to sense your desperation with just a glance. “Now?” He pleads, his hand sliding down to your lower abdomen, pressing to feel himself deep inside you. “Nuh uh, I’m not done yet.” Tashi gasps, her eyes closed as she focuses on the sensation of your tongue sloppily worshiping her. A few more seconds pass before she arches her back, reaching for Art’s hand on your stomach, and lacing her fingers with his. “Now!” She groans, her thighs tightening their grip on your head as she squeezes your tongue with all her might, causing you to clench tightly around Art. In that moment, you hear Art whine as his release hits, and you feel the warmth of his load spilling into you, sending you both over the edge. Tashi’s orgasm was always the cue for you two to finally let go. It was always her first. The wave of pleasure was so overwhelming that you questioned if a double orgasm could truly exist, but you were convinced that was what you had just experienced. Perhaps it was the lack of oxygen to your brain, but you were certain that, for a brief moment, your soul had left your body.

When she finally lifts off your face and allows you to catch your breath, you’re met with the sight of both of them watching you, matching devilish smiles on their faces. It used to be a professional relationship. All you had to do was ease the pain in their bodies but now you relieved them in ways that surpassed your line of duty. While their bodies were in peak condition, thanks to you, they were the cause of your sweetest aches.

But as you lie there, breathless and thoroughly spent, you can’t help but think that things could be much worse than being the Donaldsons' little plaything.

(i'm actually writing a tashi x physiotherapist!reader fic but i might start to think about writing more throuple content)

[capn-twitchery]

OC smash or pass!!

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

tagged by: @esteemed-excellency & @the-dye-stained-socialite (sorry double tag)

ok grace's turn 🫡 (is it cheating to use the arctic explorer art bc he looks cooler in it? i'm gonna anyway)

name: lieutenant edward grace

age: mid 30s somewhere

gender: just a guy

sexuality: aroace but he doesn't know that

🌨 pros:

will be so niceys to you. and everyone else. you can bring him home to your grandma and she will approve of him bc he is very polite

courteous, chivalrous, wants to help in any way he can. ridiculously eager to please

surprisingly romantic!! but old fashioned about it. hand kisses, love letters, little gifts, that angle. you will be getting pride & prejudice-ass letters if you're with him long enough

flexible, but usually a service top. his letter signoff is "your obedient servant",,,,, you get the picture

that one "i like kissing polar explorers they kiss like they're hungry" post that lives in my head 24/7

fine military carriage the Tits™

❓❓vague mystery class zone

needs to be wined and dined first, sorry, he is shy & too much of a gentleman. but it should be a nice enough date

shy. takes a bit to warm up to people before he stops being a stuffy victorian era stereotype

mutton chops

🌨cons:

he's awkward. he is trying his best but he's still awkward. :( negative persuasive modifier. sorry grace

haunted by the horrors 24/7. nightmares 8. anxietyx10000. melancholy 100. terrible sleep. his ass needs to be in the royal beth. no he won't talk about it tho (he's fine!)

self confidence does not exist. eaten by guilt

people pleaser to the level he entirely forgets about himself

stands like a pigeon (it does mean he wears a corset tho. silver lining!)

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

the gang + socs + shepherds and how they flirt (pair them up in all your silly ways)

How the Outsiders Flirt

Ponyboy Curtis

-dude flirts with the nerdiest history/literature/media reference pick up lines

-he does it ironically. Mostly.

-“Hey y/n, you won’t need the Rosetta Stone to translate my love for you.”

-“Hi, I’m babe Lincoln, and I’m about to give you the Gettysburg undress.”

-“Call it manifest destiny, but I truly believe it’s my God-given right to acquire you.”

Johnny Cade

-I think a lot of people think Johnny is a bad/nervous flirter

-which is true if he’s trying to flirt with someone he actually likes

-I also think he would be amazing at text flirting

-but, to the gang? He’s smooth as hell

-doesn’t need pick up lines to make any gang member flustered

-Gang: “Hey Ponyboy, did I ever tell you how damn handsome you are in that?”

-Crush: “Uh- hi Y/n… *tries to muster up courage to flirt but ends up looking at invisible watch* O-oh guess I’m late gotta go!

Darry Curtis

-I think he’s awkward at it

-OKAY SO

-a lot of people think oh he’s so experienced he would be so smooth

-but let’s be so fr I think Darry maybe has the least experience in romance besides ponyboy

-because he’s juggling raising two damn children

-if that doesn’t hold you back from flirting idk what will

-but anyway

-he’s very awkward at it but the gestures are sweet and he eventually gets help with lots of coaching from soda

-“Uh-Yeah! You’re really pretty Y/n!” *insert awkward finger guns and mental facepalming*

Sodapop Curtis

-rizz king

-I’m sorry but he knows how to pull

-like the best out of all of them

-he perfected the art, he can flirt kinda dirty or innocent in a perfect balance

-but either way you’re going to be blushing 2 minutes in

-seriously he’s charming af we know this

-idc how “tough” you are you will turn into a giggling schoolgirl under his words

Dallas Winston

-he’s not respectful

-catcalling/blunt remarks about your body

-invades personal space

-dirtiest mf pick up lines

-“Hey Y/n you work at Kentucky Fried Chicken right? Because whenever I’m done with these breasts and thighs, can you give me a greasy box to put my bone in?” (Afab ver.)

-“Hey Y/n Are you an eco-friendly kind of guy? The condom in my pocket goes expires tomorrow, so why don’t you help me use it?” (Amab ver.)

Two Bit Mathew

-CHEESIEST PICK UP LINES EVER

-ARE YOU FROM TENNESSEE BECAUSE YOU’RE THE ONLY TEN I SEE TYPE SHIT

-LIKE ACTUALLY MAKES YOU LAUGH FROM CRINGE

Steve Randle

-he’s a pretty average flirter

-I think it’s like a 50/50 chance of you being either charmed or disgusted

-definitely more explicit/implying pick up lines

Cherry Valance

-sweet and wholesome

-compliments and things like that

-“Hi Y/n, you look so pretty today!”

-“Y/n that too is stunning on you!”

-“I could get lost in your eyes.”

Marcia Don’t Know Last Name

-I think she’s pretty blunt

-“Hi Y/n I really like you. Let’s date.”

Tim Shepard

-okay so you know how Wattpad men flirt? That’s this man

-flirts like he already owns you

-“His gaze darkened”

-“his voice drawled out”

-“Darling..”

-Allll that shit

-if you can imagine how a mafia boss flirts that’s him

Curly Shepard

-okay I feel like he would kinda make fun of you flirt

-like banter flirting

-tease flirting

-like you both mutually make fun of each-other and bite your lip type shit

-or it starts off teasing quickly goes to flirting

-or real spit-out-your-tea blunt shit

-“Damn, Y/n. That shirt is ugly as hell. Put it on the floor.”

Angela Shepard

-kind of like cherry but a lil more spicy

-“Damn Y/n if you wore that everyday I don’t think I could survive”

-“I like to be ontop of things. You can be one of them if you want.”

-“Y/n you’re making the sun jealous walking around like that.”

[sam-3824]

I finished another large ass SouthPark project!!!

Look I'm well aware that the audio used for the video is haikyuu but idc. The audio worked way to well for the as memes trend and I wanted to use it even if it's for South Park lol

I'm sorry the video quality is so shit. I wanted to screen record instead but the video ended up being really dull and I wanted to follow the trend as close as possible. Hopefully posting the higher quality images along with this helps.

The trend that inspired me was from Arisketchz on TikTok. They have high quality art so def check them out :)

Ty all for barring with me. I know I'm not the best artist but I'm trying to get better. SP is really fun for me to draw