#thank you nonnie!!!!

[mister-eames]

I can't believe it's happening!! Fic rec Friday!! This one is a shorty but a goodie. I literally cannot stop thinking about the aftermath of this scenario: lullaby by underwater_owl. 2. This is a WIP but if you haven't read it, get on it immediately! I'm literally salivating for the next chapter: all at sea by anticline. And lastly, this one's a bit diff. it's bane/blake & a BEHEMOTH, insanely well written & will have you on tenterhooks throughout: the calm beneath the waves by wonderass. enjoy!

Ohh now I NEED the sequel to lullaby by underwater_owl. Also, Arthur singing the kick to Eames? Genius. Actual genius. I wish I'd thought of it.

I think I've read the first chap to All at Sea by anticline (who is a PHENOMENAL writer, we are so so lucky to have them writing in our fandom, everyone go and read everything they have written if you haven't already) I'm so pumped to see it's been updated!! Thats on my to-read list for the weekend!!!

And I don't think if I've read the calm beneath the waves by wonderass -- you're right, it is HUGE and one I'm definitely going to set aside to read later, bane x blake my beloved!!!!

[castielsprostate]

For the 3 anonymous questions game!

What is your mothers maiden name? Where did you parents meet? What was the name of your first pet?

hewwooo anon!!!!!!

1) it's mary :)

2) i dont actually know that, they were never together so... spaceship <3

3) mr chip :} he was a hampter and i think he lived to 3!

[legionofzoom]

FMK the 3 current prime earth flashes

kill - wally . um yeah not a big fan of the west family in general if you've been following me for a while you'd know adkjfkga

fuck - jay. i am actually honored to be in the right side of the fandom where i don't see jay as a redundant grandpa/dad figure to the flashfam. i'd do unspeakable things to that old man

marry - barry. yeah sorry i didn't even think twice. he is my lifeeee

fuck marry kill. send me 3 names.

[fairy-angel222]

𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

His tie loosened from the fancy date you two were just on, first few buttons undone with his grip hard on the staring wheel. Veins prominent from the rolled up sleeves of his shirt.

His eyes don’t leave the road when you begin to whimper and whine. Leaned back against the passenger seat as his hand traces up your thigh and your dress, pads of his fingers toying with your clit through the thin fabric of your panties.

You moaned softly, your own smaller hands reaching out to grab his wrist tightly when he skillfully slipped your panties to the side. Thick fingers dancing along your wet slit before settling on the tiny bud.

“Kento...”

Your back arched when he began rubbing small circles, your thighs twitching in need as your little noises of pleasure filled the dark vehicle. Your body jolting with each touch to the sensitive set of nerves.

Nanami only smiled to himself, barely sparing you a glance as he maneuvered each turn back to his home. “Hmm, yes darling?” The pace of his fingers only speeding up as your gasps and mewls increased in volume. Grinding your hips onto his hand when your head fell back against the seat.

“Nngh.. Kento,” You moaned, lips parting in soft pants. “Need.. n-need them inside.”

Nanami’s smile grew into a smirk. “Oh? Is my girl so greedy that she won’t take what i give her?” He teased, chuckling when you pushed his hand further down with a sound of agreement. “You want them inside you darling? Tell me how badly.”

“Really bad, want them in me really bad.”

He hummed, fingers trailing down further just as the car swerved to the right. Nanami taking the chance to slip two fingers into you with ease.

Your grip on his wrist tightened, letting out a string of short cries when he began fucking them into you. Curling them up sweetly into your g spot as you mewled his name loudly. Small tears welling in your eyes as your body trembled. Having already been so close to a prior orgasm.

“F-fuckk. Kento baby— ahh.” You couldn’t control the noises that slipped past your lips, eyes rolling back with ragged breaths as Nanami pressed into all the right places to drive you crazy. His thumb extending upwards to play with your still aching clit.

“You like that sweetheart?” Nanami cooed, shifting slightly in his seat as his cock strained in his pants. His fingers being put on auto mode as he focused on getting you home safely.

He knew your body like the back of his hand, pleasuring you came like second nature.

Especially with the way your glassy eyes rolled back beside him, crying out his name with a shaky moan as you were pushed closer and closer to the edge. “O-oh god.. ‘m gonna cum.” You breathed, toes curling as your body’s sensitivity went up by a tenfold. Nanami’s every touch scorching your skin as you waited for his command.

“Go on sweetheart, cum for me.”

You crumbled.

Body shaking lightly as you messily coated his fingers in your slick. An assortment of sweet sounds bubbling in your throat as your pussy spasmed. Drenching him and his seat when you squirted with a cry.

“Good girl.”

You shivered when his fingers slipped out of you. Your eyes peeling open to see him pulling up into his driveway. Putting the car in park before he finally turned to you, pressing his lips to yours with a groan.

“How about you do that on my tongue next?”

[paper-lilypie]

Your Sonic fic had me giggling and kicking my feet happily.

IM GLAD BC THEY GOT ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET TOO

[naeminaeri]

consider: kim AND harry midriff

[3amfanfiction]

You wrote this about Simon: “At this lieutenant, already chewed up and spit out by the world. More scars than skin at this point. You wonder how many people only see the scars and not the shivering body underneath it, waiting for a soft touch.”

I’d LOVE to read more of this - i wanna be the one to offer him the soft touch he wants so badly, maaaan! He’s just so big n’ strong but i want to let him curl up against me while i pet him until he stops shivering

This came through at the perfect time. I had the desire to write but I was picking at all my wips half heartedly bc none of the them were what I wanted.

But this? This I wanted.

So thank you again and please enjoy 1.5k words of acclimatizing Simon to soft touches.

<33

Ask referencing this post.

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He scared you, the first time you saw him.

Not because of how big he was (tall, thick, muscular) or the look in his eyes (cold, dismissive, too watchful), not even because of the scars themselves (numerous, expansive, tragic).

It was because you knew any interaction would come across as a threat. He had that look in his eyes that said he'd seen the worst of what the world had to offer and he persisted through luck and spite equally. Now he was sat in front of you, too disciplined to let his skin shiver but hating being seen. Hating that you were looking.

When you met him it was through a friend of a friend sort of thing. One of your friends was seeing a Scottish boy and invited you out for drinks with them. You had no reason to say no so you found yourself sitting at a high-top doing your best not to bother the man sitting quietly to your right.

His gruff, Simon, during introductions was the only thing he had said in the last hour, content to sit quietly and watch. Almost outside of the group even though he was sitting at the same table. You made sure to include him when you were speaking to the group, your eyes darting to each person as you spoke, not leaving anyone out. But you made sure to never direct a hard question at him that required an answer. It was all, I bet you never have a problem seeing over the crowd. or I'll grab everyone a drink while I'm up or Sorry, I'll be out of your space in a moment, my jacket was getting a little warm.

He would look at you. Every time you spoke to him he wouldn't shy away from eye contact but that was where his involvement ended. Never a head nod or shake, never a verbal answer.

By the end of the night you were positive he didn't like you. He didn't dis-like you but he didn't like you, you were pretty sure. That was okay though. You'd done your best not to infringe on his space, not wanting to step on his toes. You thought you had done a good job all around and put it out of your mind, the interaction over and done with and no longer needing to be reviewed.

What you never realized was Simon's shoulders lowered a whole inch throughout the course of the night.

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You called your friend out on the number of times she invited you to hang out with Johnny and Simon, flat out asking if she and Johnny were trying to set you and Simon up through subtle double-dating.

"No!" She leaned forward grabbing your hand, her eyes looking earnestly into yours, "I promise it's not like that. Johnny told me he's pretty much all Simon has. Well, their team is. So they're always together when they're home. I don't want Simon to feel like a third wheel or left out or anything."

And you believed her. This was one of her strong suits, always looking out for others. That's probably why you two got along so well, a pair of givers, the both of you. And she had a point. The idea of Simon sitting awkwardly with the other two as his only companions made something twist in your stomach. You didn't want that for him.

So you kept seeing Simon and you kept doing your best to give him space but include him at the same time. You were shocked the first day he spoke to you but the fact that it was a bad joke made a sort of perfect sense.

"What's the best way to carve wood?"

You looked over at him in shock that this was what he chose to break the ice with. At the same time you were delighted and you couldn't help but feel giddy at the prospect of Simon telling you a joke. A bad one by the sound of it.

"How?"

"Whittle by whittle."

"That was absolutely terrible."

He smiled to himself if his eye crinkles had anything to say about it. That giddy feeling bubbling up inside you was getting unsettlingly big right about now. You looked at the ground and bit your lip to keep from a cheesy grin of your own breaking out.

Before you knew it he had no problem speaking to you. While never particularly verbose, he would respond to comments directed towards him, offer his opinion if options were offered, and kept telling awful jokes.

You were hopelessly charmed.

You broke your own rules and reached for him first.

You were sat next to him on a bench, the sun setting and the evening air cooling further. He had told you another one of his god-awful jokes when you unthinkingly swatted out with your hand, brushing his arm. His muscles jumped and his arm tensed right before you made contact as if bracing for a hit. An involuntary reaction to someone reaching for him. It was a horrifying realization.

You sobered quickly and your chuckle died off awkwardly. You turned to face forward, looking out at the street, watching for any sign of your friend or Johnny who had stepped into the store for a quick moment leaving you and Simon to find a bench while you waited. You hoped that if you didn't draw attention to it then your faux pas would pass unmentioned.

You let out a relieved sigh when Simon continued with another comment, not taking your overstepping to heart. By the time the other two had rejoined you the whole situation was forgotten, water under the bridge. You didn't think of it again until it was the end of the night with everyone about to go their separate ways.

When you said goodbye to Simon he said it back, reaching out to brush his hand down your arm in return in almost the exact same spot as where you'd touched him earlier.

Your heart skipped a beat before picking up a double pace. You couldn't help but beam at him, a wide grin splitting your face even as he grunted and turned away, likely embarrassed by your show of emotion.

Today had been a good day after all.

You thought you had ruined it for a moment there, thankful when Simon seemed to brush past it. You hadn't expected him to reciprocate in the same manner though.

Maybe he really did like hanging out with you. You never doubted it for a second.

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It took time–a slow steady build to where you ended up, curled up on the couch together with Simon laying on top of you. You both had your tops off to bask in a little skin-to-skin time.

You'd been together for a few months at this point and it was like night and day to compare him to the Simon you met all that time ago. This one couldn't keep his hands off you to save his life. It was a slow warm-up to get past his walls in a way that wasn't upsetting to either of you. Soft touches that slowly built, leading to hand holding, to hugging, to kissing, to this.

You dragged your fingers slowly up his back, fingertips catching on raised scar tissue before continuing on, ever moving. He hummed into the crook of your neck where he had buried his face when you switched from fingertips to nails, gently scratching the skin.

You loved spending time like this, feeling Simon melt into you, eager for every touch he could get. If you were sitting still and Simon was in the vicinity you could bet that he would be pressed against your side before too much time had passed. Eager for the soft caresses you always had for him.

He was starved for touch and you wanted to feed him.

So you offered, again and again in the beginning–most times with no luck, to let him touch you. On the couch watching TV? Your arms would open, inviting a hug when he walked by. At the table? Your head was tilting up for a kiss if he wanted one. Passing each other in the hallway? You'd raise your hand and hold it in front of you, letting him press his big barrel chest into your palm if he wanted.

It was a slow acclimatization that brought you to today and the taste was all the sweeter for the time you had poured into it.

You lifted a hand to drag it through the spiky hairs at the back of his head, enjoying his groan of contentment. It sounded like he was already halfway asleep and you knew you wouldn't be leaving this spot for a while.

Might as well settle in and get comfortable. You familiarized him to gentle touches, now he was insatiable for them. He would be consuming them from you greedily for as long as you offered.

[awesomefringey]

Hi Sabine if you could please spread this, this account lists all the memorials planned for Liam across the world and regularly updates them, for those who wish and are able to attend https://x.com/HS_News_/status/1847077799942934740

Sending lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

LIAM PAYNE MEMORIAL

Europe:

🇬🇧 London | October 20 - 2pm | Hyde Park

🇬🇧Liverpool | October 19 - 2pm | Docks on keel wharf bridge

🇬🇧 Glasgow | October 20 - 2pm | Sir Walter Scott Statue in George Square

🇬🇧 Manchester | October 20 - 6pm | Cathedral Gardens

🇬🇧 Birmingham | October 20 - 4pm | Chamberlain Square

🇧🇪 Brussels | October 19/20 - 2pm | Parc de Bruxelles

🇫🇷 Paris | October 20 - 2pm | Jardins des Tuileries

🇩🇪 Munich | October 20 - 3pm | Olympiahalle

🇪🇸 Madrid | October 20 - 3pm | Plaza de Santa Ana

🇸🇪 Stockholm | October 19 - 6pm | Svartensgatan 8

🇵🇹 Lisbon | October 27 - 6pm | Meo Arena, Oriente

🇮🇹 Milan | October 20 - 3pm | Piazza Duomo

🇺🇸 US:

Newark - Delaware | October 19 - 4pm | Glasgow Park

NYC | October 19 - picnic* at 11am and another event at 6pm | Washington Square Park

*Picnic RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/2WoJi0Onf8jWijlyFU8E

Boston | October 19 - 2pm | Boston Common

Chicago | October 19 - 2pm | Gather at Grandmother’s Garden outside of Lincoln Park Zoo

Los Angeles | October 19 - 4:30pm | La Cienaga** Park in Beverly Hills

**RSVP : https://partiful.com/e/P5qPcaZkgLizNYhzP0mm

South-America:

🇧🇷 São Paulo | October 27 - 2pm | Parque Ibirapuera

Oceania:

🇳🇿 Auckland | October 20 - 2pm | Freyberg Square

🇦🇺 Sydney | October 20 - 11am | Hyde Park (Memorial fountain)

Asia:

🇮🇳 Mumbai | October 20 - 5pm | Marine Lines, Opposite Pizza by the Bay

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EDIT: added Boston

[lxvvie]

Taking the whole "taller significant other taking a picture of their shorter lover mid-argument" meme and turning it around on Price.

Instead of that, you flood his texts with pictures of him mid-argument, smiling, in thought—just Price doing Pricey things that make his cheeks puff out, basically. Afterward, you proceed to send him pictures of rabbits, quokkas, squirrels, etc., with the chunkiest of cheeks and tell him that's what he looks like.

The disrespect of it all.

Now you're in the doghouse with Price because he does not look like that (he does) but you don't take it seriously because even with the stern look he gives you, his cheeks still puff out.

[captain-hawks]

Thoughts on roommate!Karasu walking in on fem!reader masturbating on his bed? Maybe pillow humping?

(Really enjoy your writing style a lot btw. Idk how to explain it, it’s so eloquent)

karasu tabito x f!reader — 18+, and they were roommates, masturbation, pillow humping, fingering, squirting, thigh riding

it's not your finest moment that finds you in roommate's bed while he's out of town, admittedly.

but it's become a problem—this liquid warmth that persistently stirs in your gut in karasu's presence. this once vague, unshaped, mere passing interest that's carved itself into something far deeper and more profound this past year.

you were acquaintances when you took over the spare room in his apartment. a friend of a friend. and with how busy his football schedule keeps him (not to mention your uni classes), you anticipated easy, low maintenance cohabitation.

it was fine, until it wasn't.

until you became what could almost be considered intimately acquainted with the way his low, gravelly, sleep-rough voice echoes off of the walls of your small kitchen when you pass one another's orbit some mornings.

until you learned how his accent gets a little thicker when he's had a few drinks on the couch after a game.

until the sight of his soft, loose, wax-free hair around the apartment became more familiar than the way he styles it in public.

until he started laughing at your dumb jokes and staying up late when he's clearly exhausted after a game because he found you sprawled out in the living room stressed over an exam.

until you started to realize just how thin the walls in the apartment are late at night and learned just how his voice sounds when he's got a hand wrapped around his cock.

and now—

now—

now you're in his bed wearing nothing but panties and one of his jerseys.

(you should have taken the jersey back to your room after pilfering it from his closet. you could have. but he's been gone for a week and his room smells like his cologne and detergent. and you're stupid and weak and so fucking horny after watching his game today—)

you're in his bed with your phone propped up against one of the pillows, highlights from his match replaying on the bright screen.

when you're not pent up with more sexual frustration than your poor, overworked dildo is certified to handle after being stuffed in your cunt up to three times a day, you'll probably look back on this situation with something akin to mild horror.

you'll remember it—the way you've got the collar of karasu's jersey stuffed into your mouth, drool spilling down your chin as you moan. the way your panties are pulled taut, the lace soaked through and digging into your swollen, sensitive slit.

the way you're dizzy on the scent of your roommate as your peaked nipples brush against the fabric of his jersey.

the thing is, you'd really only intended to tease yourself atop his comforter. just enough to feel your clit begin to swell before letting your needy cunt find purchase in the stretch of the dildo waiting for you in your nightstand.

but then you put the stupid match highlights on and that goddamn play happened again. the play where karasu's shorts rode up and the camera zoomed in on his egregiously thick, muscled thighs. and you started absently rocking your hips against the pillow wedged beneath your abdomen.

then your clit caught the firm corner of the pillow and it felt so good—

you're beyond caring about the fact that karasu's pillow is now slick with your wet, sticky arousal as you continue to desperately hump it, whining and panting as you imagine that you're chasing your orgasm straddled atop one of his thighs instead.

all you care about is the hot, dripping need that your cunt is pulsing with, pleasure rapidly building in your gut as the mattress creaks in protest when your movements grow more frantic.

all that you want is—

"wow."

you freeze, panic seizing your chest.

he was supposed to be home tomorrow.

footsteps slowly traipse across the carpet until the mattress gently sinks on your left side. you don't turn to look at their owner.

"i—" your throat feels tight.

karasu leans into your space, head tilted sideways. "think this might be the hottest welcome home gift i've ever gotten."

you blink, turning your head just enough to see the smirk on his face.

"'n here i thought ya just didn't like my flirtin'" he sighs, chin in hand. "hiori told me ya were probably just shy, but that fucker otaya had me convinced ya weren't interested."

breathing in just enough air to keep your lungs going, you manage to get out, "are we really having this conversation right now?"

karasu shakes his head, "nah, you're gonna finish making a mess all over my pillow first. was rude of me to interrupt."

he grins.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights.

"unless ya want a little help—"

(you come facedown with your aching clit rubbing against his pillow and karasu's body folded over yours, his breath hot against the nape of your neck and two of his long fingers stuffed deep in your tight pussy from behind.

with "wanna feel the wet, pretty mess you leave behind for me" and "so fuckin' hot" and "good girl" murmured against the shell of your ear.)

(plans of fucking yourself on the thick erection pressed against the swell of your ass immediately after become a fleeting pipe dream when you squirt all over karasu's pillow and bed.

because he promptly comes in his pants while you're gasping his game.)

(he murmurs something about making it up to you as he tiredly pulls you on top of him, cum-soaked boxers and all. he kisses your temple and pats your hair and traces your lips, soft cock already twitching again as he slowly, lazily kisses you and rocks you on his thigh till you're coming all over again.)

[fishpea]

caine only allows knives to be juggled in his circus 🙄

[ellierium]

more college basketball player!ellie 😵‍💫😵‍💫

hola.... its mr put it on.... here to put you guys back onto college basketball player!ellie

✧༺༻∞

she's definitely not the tallest on the team. fastest, for sure. quiet on her feet that it usually freaks her teammates out. you see it all the time, its one of the things that makes you laugh the most when you're at the gym with them. deciding to be one of the coach's assistants wasn't exactly your first choice for your odd job of the year, but you needed the cash and it wasn't like you were going to ta for that one ethics professor again... dude gave you the heebie jeebies. but getting to watch a bunch of sweaty girls curse at each other and run back and forth across the court was nice. you got a comedy show, new jokes to steal, and you even got to see the one and only ellie williams in her element. number one choice for the wnba draft and that was a huge deal, apparently, if those tiktoks you kept getting were anything to go by. its not that you didn't give a shit about sports – the olympics is always fun, even the world cup managed to get your attention every now and then – but college sports? you can't say you ever really cared. but living in a college town for 2 years and counting is starting to change all that.

ellie being one of the stars on the team is really a treat – her teammates don't let it get to her head and they clown on her every chance they get. unfortunately, they have a bad habit of horsing around, which would be fine if it weren't for the fact that it impacts you as a bystander, who happens to sit by the edge of the court. and, of course, it would be fine if it weren't for the fact that the ball has to hit you in the head before anyone has a chance to yell "look out!" you're not dead, or dying, so you kind of swat away any hands that try to grab you. your hand is pressing into your head where the ball hit you, and the pounding is definitely going to be felt for the rest of day and night. how joyous, truly, to be honored with such– "hey," a voice calls, "could you– move your hand, c'mon–" "–i'm fine, dude, really–" you answer quickly, looking up to squint at ellie who tries to reach for you. "you're bleeding, so i'm not sure that counts as 'fine'." you curse under your breath, pulling your hand away from your head to check the damage. some blood is smudged over your fingers and you sigh, partly because of fatigue and partly because your mom's gonna overreact when you call her later and say something like– "you should really be more aware of your surroundings." you immediately glare at ellie who only sports a sarcastic grin, hair pulled back in a low and short pony tail. she offers you a towel for your head, and you wipe your hand before pressing it to the small wound. your eyebrow twitches in vague annoyance, but you do find it amusing. "for someone who is supposedly the number one draft pick, i'd assumed your hand-eye coordination wouldn't be so shit." ellie barks out a laugh, head hanging as she chuckles. its nice– its usually a little hard for the others to make her laugh so this is a win for you. you chuckle, too, ignoring the throbbing in your head. ellie nods her head towards the nurse's station by the back of the gym. "c'mon, lets make sure you'll live through this." after helping you up, she pauses to make sure you're steady, then starts walking slowly with you. "i'm ellie, but i guess you knew that. can't say i know your name."

you snort, pressing the towel harder into your head.

"yeah, well, lets see what comes first: you figuring out my name or your hand-eye coordination."

[sinkuna]

I’ve read your three part Sukuna fic with pregnant reader and they’re soo cute and you write them so well! I also can’t help but imagine, after they eventually die, they get reincarnated into the modern world and fall in love with each other all over again (*cue Would You Fall In Love With Me Again from EPIC the musical*) aahh 💗

This is adorable, and Nonny I’m here to tell you I think about this ALL the time!!!

Legit i was debating on doing a timekskip ♡ the bad boy x flower shop sweetheart ♡ ♡ ♡ okay now you have me playing this song and ahhhh you have me thinking… (the song is perfect btw *smooches*

୨୧ — Imagine Sukuna reincarnated, his curse marks now intricate tattoos. His multiple eyes reduced to a normal penetrating glare, and despite having only two now, they still make others tremble. And there you are- his weakness, reincarnated as a flower shop owner with that same snow pure smile that once brought him to his knees.

The moment you both collide, petals scattering like memories between the two of you. "Watch where the fuck you’re go-," his snarl catches in his throat when those familiar eyes meet his…

He tries to avoid the pull of you, taking different routes past your shop, but always finding his motorcycle slowing when he catches glimpses of you arranging bouquets in the window.

Imagine it’s late at night at a gas station, and as he leans against his motorcycle he watches as a group of men corner you, his jaw clenching as he tries to ignore it. But, his body moves before his mind decides, "Oi," he growls, and the violence that follows is muscle memory from another life. His helmet flying through the air hitting the one who has a grip on your wrist, fists connecting with satisfying crunches as he tears through your assailants like he once tore through armies and the most powerful sorcerers. When it's over, he stands breathing heavily, blood on his knuckles that isn't his own.

"You're bleeding," you say softly, reaching for him without fear, just like you did lifetimes ago. And despite himself, despite his reputation, he finds himself offering you a ride to your flower shop, allowing you to tend his wounds with gentleness that makes his eyes soften, but only for moment.

Neither of you mention how right it feels when your fingers linger on his.

It would seem some souls are destined to find each other again and again. A bond too strong for even death to break ♡

[blighted-lights]

Hi Blight!

If you're still taking request, can you draw something sweet with Soundwave and Ravage? Maybe with them cuddling or Soundwave comforting her (or him? I've seen you use both for Ravage, so whichever!) through a pain flare-up or something? Idk, I'm just in the mood for something sappy with them haha. Thanks!

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the most amicas that have ever existed. i am ALWAYS sappy about these two. something something best friends being deeply loyal to one another and helping each other through their worst days, something something they're their worst and best selves while with each other

i actually got a few similar asks for these two, so i kinda mashed em all into one! my drawing requests are still open; gimmie more ravage requests!

[littlelioncub43]

Hi, sex addict bucky anon here, once again, I raise you, Bucky with a SO who is also a sex addict, like his SO is the kinda person who just causally masturbate’s, maybe because shes horny, maybe shes just bored, but either way she is more than willing to indulge bucky, hell she probably enables it. Mutual masturbation being a very big thing in there relationship

*Steve Harvey voice*:

YEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!!

It's a regular thing. Somehow you two always end up with your hand between your legs playing with yourselves like animals in heat. Your favorite is when you're in bed or on the couch, both of you kneeling and facing each other; Bucky has his sweats pushed down low enough to have his cock out while he uses his flesh hand to stroke himself (he likes the feeling of skin on skin the most). His vibranium hand is gripping your hair while you both make out and moan into each other's mouths. You've got your panties pooling at your knees while your fingers glide in and out at a dizzying pace (which Bucky matches with his hand on his dick).

"Mmm! Yes! Yes! Faster, baby, faster!" He moans into your mouth, his hips starting to thrust so he can fuck his hand. You obey instinctively, your own hips grinding into your hand. "Mmmngggfffuuuuck let me touch you..." He begs in a gruff, breathy voice. The next thing you know, his metal fingers are pistoning in and out of your wet little pussy while he humps your hand at an equally rapid pace.

It feels so much better when you're the one touching him, so it doesn't take long for him to cum all over your hand and your thighs while you gush around his vibranium fingers. Thankfully, he's hard again within seconds so he just keeps fucking your hand until neither of you can take it anymore.

[naeminaeri]

kim midriff.... yes yes so good... but perhaps... kim back....