#thats talent right there

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

Hatchetfield introduced entities so beyond comprehension that we can only understand them enough to fear. Endless beings of alien form and cruel intention, that incite world wars with glee and torment select people with a sick favoritism. The world is a game of little consequence, treated with sadistic humor. Entities both ageless and foul so far beyond the human mind that the mere presence of them twists and corrupts the very core of your being.

And you know who the most terrifying characters to me are?

A dude in a full denim suit and some jackass who calls himself Boy Jerry. Incredible

(and also a bird that smokes weed)

[luminanightfall]

.#Ra's Al Ghul#Dc x dp#crossovers#Ra's when he learns that his failure of a grandson that he kicked from the League to die by himself is now a powerful but mentally#and emotionally unstable being#Ra's: Haha free real estate#Danny the mentally and emotionally unstable being in question coming face to face with his seemingly loving and kind grandfather#Danny: Is this..a family?#When it's really not-#Also batman is there too being depressed#jeez you did make it hurt more#thats talent right there#tw: angst#angst#this hurts#i want to save the baby

You said you'd make any of our ideas worse right? Here ya go <3

Au where Danny is blind and Damians younger twin. He was raised basically being told he was abandoned by his mother for his blindness and that his brother was healthy and happy with her. Meanwhile Danny's life was a living nightmare. No one wanted to adopt a blind kid in a small city like Amity Park, so he stayed stuck in the crappy little orphanage with neglectful caretakers. He hated this place and everyone in it, though he had no doubt his life would be much better if he hadn't been blind.

Danny was killed when a drunk driver purposely ran him over for something as stupid as ableism. Unfortunately, dying as a person with a lot of sorrow and angst in his heart inside Amity Park basically ensured he would become a spirit.

No one could have known he would be so powerful though. Or that he would be able to "see" after his death. He soon became obsessed with finding the woman who abandoned him in this tiny city in the middle of nowhere and making her pay.

First, he needed a lair. He found out from research -aka possessing his mothers ninjas that felt like her and by extention, himself- that his father was Bruce Wayne- the Batman, and the first time in forever his heart filled with want.

He wanted a father. Someone who was kind and caring and who would protect him. Someone who would want him in turn.

He wanted brothers who would play with him and tease him and teach him him how to be like them.

He wanted sisters who would stand by him and hug him when he had a bad day and help him get away with things he wasn't supposed to be doing.

He wanted a family. The family Talia had cheated him out of. The life Talia had cheated him out of.

So he picked a mansion. A horrible dilapidated old thing, literally half falling apart. One pulse of his core transformed it into a billionaires dream. Everything was pristine as the day it was built. The gardens outside changed from weeds and grass taller than he was to beautiful paved garden paths, forever in full bloom.

This of course drained his energy and he fell asleep, never taking notice of the "For Sale" sign out near the gates

Needless to say, once he awakened he was not amused to see a couple unboxing thier belongings and taking over his home. He just wanted to scare them. He didn't think throwing heavy boxes across the room into thier heads would kill them, but it did. He killed them and there was no going back.

It was only a few hours later that he discovered whoever he killed within his lair would become a ghost.

A weak ghost fully under his control.

So he continued killing the people who moved in, but was sure to always give them a month to move out, signing a warning on thier calenders. Some left. Most didn't though, and became lesser ghosts.

His obsession with the picture perfect family allowed him to develop the power to trap any one person in a painting, but only one person per canvas and he had to have a full view of thier body and he has to do that double L thing with his hands and line them up in the center.

Once he lures his mother home with a mysterious letter addressed to her mentioning her League he wastes no time trapping her and hanging her portrait in the grand entryway.

He did the same with his Father, inviting Bruce Wayne and his wards to speak about someone committing corporate espionage in his company. Danny didn't actually know what that was but it sounded important, and the end goal wasn't to fool them but to get them here. Sadly nothing seemed to go as planned. First Jason snuck into the mansion as Red Hood a week before the planned meeting time and saw something he wasn't supposed to. Namely one of his victims. So he ordered the spirits to pin the startled Jason to the wall as Danny trapped him.

The painting came out better than expected. You could tell he was startled even with his helmet covering his face simply by his body language. The multitude of transparent arms coming through the wall to pin him made the scene all the more haunting.

The bats grew more concerned with each day that passed with no word from Jason and as the day on the invitation grew closer they begin preparing to go in groups. One group goes as civilians and the other sneaking about as vigilantes and trying to find Jason while Alfred and Barbara stayed behind to keep an eye on them and the mansion respectively.

Cue them arriving at the mansion and being forced to play real life Pac-Man and free thier kin from thier paintings while avoiding getting trapped in one themselves.

Eventually one of them discovered they could actually use the furniture around the house as weapons and Danny couldn't phase through it and they told the others about it so they didn't have to keep relying on Jason's unexplained ability to punch ghosts.

Eventually they manage to temporarily defeat Danny and escape the mansion. It was so hard on everyone listening to him sob from where he was pinned on the ground, begging them not to go. Promising to be the best little brother, the best son, he promised to be good.

Bruce took it the hardest. He had failed another of his children but he needed to get the rest of his family out of the sprung trap before the weaker spirits dug Daniel out of the rubble and the mansion is pulled back into that pocket dimension and captures them again. They had been here a while and he was fairly certain his family could/ go for a round 14 but he wasn't sure they would last beyond that.

So they left. But Bruce silently promised himself he would come back for his son. He kept repeating it over and over in his mind like a mantra to block out his sons desperate cries as they left him behind.

Needless to say the ride back to Gotham was mostly silent as his children processed everything that happened.

So, Ra’s Al Ghul hears from Talia that her son -no not Daiman, the blind one- is now an extremely powerful being that reeks of something similar to the pit.

This caught Ra’s attention, thinking that whoever could effectively catch Talia and trap her is someone worthy of notice. Even more so when he finds out it’s the failure that was cast off the League because he was blind.

So, Ra’s gets Talia to confirm any information she has of the boy’s abilities, and the most notable one was his ability to cast anyone into a painting by making a frame with his fingers.

So Ra’s has this whole plan in mind of how to get the boy to his side. By taking advantage of the boy’s young age and his emotional instability, by pretending to be this kind and concerned grandfather figure that was desperately searching for his long lost grandson for so long.

Ra’s Al Ghul doesn’t really have a sense of danger when facing Danny. Because if it comes down to it he can beat him.(Due to dipping and recovering in the Lazarus pit for decades, Ra’s Al Ghul has acquired the ability to harm ghosts, he also made it the same for his sword.)

So Ra’s goes over and plays the whole, kind and concerned grandfather card. Claiming that his daughter has prevented any attempts at locating Danny. And Danny, being emotionally vulnerable because of Batman’s escape and his breakdown, instantly believes Ra’s and starts to resent Taila more.

So at first he tried to trap Ra’s in a picture frame, claiming that he can stay with Danny forever this way. Leading to Ra’s stopping Danny from forming his frame and fighting back the weaker ghosts with ease, and manipulating Danny even more to get him to come with him. Claiming that he can get him what he most desires and that he loves him too much to just stay in a painting unable to hold his grandson.

It works, and so Danny leaves with Ra’s to the League of Assassins.

Now, Ra’s doesn’t tell anyone about him having Danny, not even Talia(As she is part of his mental manipulating material and can’t let the meet lest they form a bond) and no one else knows until later.

With the time that Batman is fully prepared and wants to take his 10 year old son back home to the manor to give him all the love and care he can and then some.

Only to find the lair empty. No signs of life, not even the weaker ghosts that Danny used last time to trap and keep them at bay. This leads to Bruce spiralling thinking that he was too late to save his youngest son and thinking that if only he was faster none of this would have happened.

 Cue over to Ra’s insulting Danny and telling him that he’s lesser. In hopes of lowering Danny’s self-esteem and making him rely on only him and no one else. If Danny cries, Ra’s holds tightly onto a part of Danny’s body and tells him to be quiet.

If Danny snaps and tries to harm Ra’s, he lets himself be hit enough that he can bleed. Then switches back to the kind and concerned grandfather persona and plays the victim card, saying that ‘I’m only doing these things because I love you”’, “Why would you hurt me? I’m just doing what’s best for you” ex cetera, ex cetera. He also says such things while giving Danny physical affection like a hug and the like, making it strike harder that it’s Danny’s fault and that he should have harmed his grandfather in the first place. As he is the only one that loves him.

Danny(being a literal 10 year old) has no choice but to believe Ra’s. Since his mother abandoned him, never cared about him and stopped his ever so kind grandfather from finding him(lie).

His Father never cared for him. He left him alone under a pile of rubble while he desperately begged for him not to go, taking along the children that he  actually loves with him.(bonus points if Ra’s told Danny that Bruce knew where he was but never did anything about it, even though all the evidence suggests that Bruce is a family man)

The people of Amity Park never cared about him. Hell, one of them even killed him.

Only  Ra’s, no. Only his grandfather is the one being in this world that cares for him and only him. He won’t abandon Danny like the rest of his so-called ‘family’ right? All the while Ra’s is gently telling Danny the words he wants to hear and nudging him onto the path where he resents everyone else and would be only faithful to Ra’s and Ra’s alone.

[kaeyacollection]

Who's ready for my Master Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Crepus Theory!!

I originally posted this over at Hoyolab and people there seemed to really like my favorite joke theory that Crepus just tries to gaslight the whole of Mondstadt right after obtaining Kaeya

Majority of this will be the same but with little tweaks for the wonderful tumblr audience

This joke stems from Kaeya's introduction:

and the use of the word "rumored"

Cause it's not like it said beyond Teyvat or the seven nations just Mondstadt

And I mean like c'mon how many families are living off the grid in Mondstadt

(Actually... Don't answer that I forgot Glory's boyfriend is just

Out there in the bush with Razor...)

Initially I had the idea of Crepus walking around the markets one day carrying Kaeya with Diluc beside him running into Varka who asks:

"Who's the boy?"

"You mean my son?"

"Not Diluc the boy you're carrying"

"I have two sons? You know this??"

But then the Caribert quest came out mentioning Kaeya ran away from home near immediately and was dragged home by Crepus just as fast and it became even funnier

Cause imagine you're by the docks one day and richest man in town gets off the boat with no cargo but instead a tiny child you may not have seen before that Crepus seems to be very cross with at the moment and threatening to turn him into a leash kid if he runs off again

In a small town that loves gossip do you know how fast that information is spreading? Cause I do and Varka's knocking on Crepus's door 30 minutes later like:

"Is this what we're doing? We're just taking kids now?"

Both paths lead to Varka asking where Kaeya comes from and getting hit with a

"I think you're a bit too old to still be confused about the birds and the bees Varka"

Varka getting frustrated to the point he just starts demanding Kaeya tell him what's up

Love to see him following in his fathers footsteps of stressing Varka the fuck out

And upon hearing how his birth father left for juice and didn't return Varka went

"Good! That was ALL I needed to know!!"

Follow ups on if his father intended to abandon him or got lost in the storm and needed a search party?

Don't care!! You weren't kidnapped!!

Welcome to the knights! 🤝

Which bringing it back to it only being a rumor

In a town of alcoholics, who's gonna call out the one guy with the winery?

Here's some add ons that got sparked from the comment section 😘

Bonus panels would have included Varka showing up with Rosaria one day mimicking Crepus about "wHaT you ForGot I haD a Kid" sparking a trend within the community of just adopting random children to the point posters are made saying "In Barbatos name: See a child Take a child"

Alice seeing it and pulling a "when in rome" tucking both Albedo and Diluc(who is yelling he is an adult) under her arms and telling Klee if she ever sees someone in need of a mom let her know she'll send over the paperwork right away

And then the last bonus: Venti wakes up, walks in through the gate while playing a tune, and stops when he sees the poster, not sure if he needs to start yet another revolution, or if this one is fine actually

I imagine the posters had to be taken down because visitors were losing their kids left and right and the solution of parents pinning a note saying "not dead & still want custody" to their kids shirt didn't catch on but the saying still lives strong in the hearts of Mondstadt's citizens I mean look Bennett and his 27 dads Mondstadt may have a lot of orphans but the demand is even higher

Comment on original post:

"I have a headcanon where Kaeya fooled first Crepus, then the rest of Mondstadt but.this is too funny!! I want to see this happening!"

Which prompted one of my new favorite lines at the end:

"Wait by fool Crepus first do you mean like Crepus finding him out in the storm bringing him inside to ask him where he lives and Kaeya's just

"? I live here? You adopted me? Are you feeling okay?"

Cause I'm absolutely cry laughing over this that's so good but that also means when Kaeya runs away Crepus is just

"hey no no l'm not misplacing you a second time come home" "

[fishing-lesbian-catgirl]

[mango-sideburns]

My fav thing about TAZ is that any aspect out of context sounds fucking bonkers.

Like, in the balance finale there's a scene in which Garfield (who is very specifically never described visually bc most people imagine him as like. The Lasagna Cat. Who in this universe is the most powerful warlock in the realm and also has a hobby of cloning people, which is great for the one character that got forced into haunting a mannequin) is summoned by an alien spaceship that runs on the power of friendship so he could beat up some flashing balls. In D&D.

And that was just. Such a normal scene in the narrative. No one blinked an eye. I would like to bow down to Griffins clear unmatched talent for making me feel such big emotions over ridiculous shit like a goddamned umbrella or a regular ass pair of jeans or the idea of a taco recipe.

[mischieffae]

I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH 🥵 🥵

For Your King (Loki x fem!Reader)

Hello, and I hope you have had a good New Year’s. I am back with a new Loki x reader fic: For Your King.

Summary: You and Loki get up to some filthy shenanigans in your bedchambers after agreeing to let him tie you up.

Warnings: Light bondage, choking, consensual non consent, rough sex, and knife play.

Ratings: EXPLICIT 18+, MINORS PLEASE DNI

This fic is just pure unadulterated filth that I had a LOT of fun writing. ;) I took inspiration from Loki’s dirty whispers quotes and headcanons that I read on tumblr. I hope you guys enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Enjoy. ;)

I tag @oswildin @mischieffae @bitchy-bi-trash @merakifreedom @kathren1sky-blog

@bijouxcarys @steadydizzydreamer (if you two don’t wanna be tagged for these in the future, feel free to tell me to shut up, I’m just really excited about this one)

@groovy-lady @trash-panda-kitty @mischief-dream @simone818283 @soulpiercing

@lokisgoodgirl @buttercupcookies-blog @stilleobjection @wolfsmom1 @firedrakegirl

@mischiefmaker615

If you would like to be tagged for future Loki fics, just let me know. 👍

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You didn't know why you'd agreed to this. Loki had tied your hands to his bedpost with a green silk scarf; the knot was intricate and tight enough that you couldn't undo it yourself, but not so tight as to cut off your circulation.

He stared down at you in just your underwear, assessing you as if you were a feast laid out for him.

You had become very used to that look, but it never failed to set fire to the pit of your stomach. When you saw it, you knew something was coming.

He showered your neck with kisses, lingering on your pulse point, his breath brushing against your skin. The feel of his lips on your skin drove you mad, his voice like silk to your ears as he promised to treat you very well tonight.

Just the mere sound of Loki's voice was enough to make you wet, let alone his intoxicating, masterful kisses. He seemed to know your body better than you did, and soon you were unable to stop yourself from letting out a moan.

His fingers slipped into the hemline of your knickers to run over your already-soaked folds. His familiar mischievous smile broke across his face, his breath tickling your skin as he chuckled softly. 

"Such a good little pet... so wet and ready for your king." 

Your hips writhed and squirmed underneath him as he began stroking your clit, putting just the slightest amount of pressure there. Pleasure shot through you like a drug. 

His lips ghosted over yours without touching them. You longed to have him kiss you, to inhale his sweet taste and smell that you loved so much. You were starting to regret letting him tie you up, as you longed to pull him closer and wound your hands through his long black hair...

When you brought your face up to attempt to kiss him, he pulled away, a smug expression on his face as he pulled his hand out of your knickers. You whined softly, your hands writhing in your restraints as your clit throbbed, aching to have him inside you.

"Loki..." you moaned as he stood at the foot of the bed with his hands on his hips, smirking down at you. "Don't stop... please."

He tilted his head to the side. "I love the sound of your voice when you beg. Do it again."

Frustration coursed through you as you tried to worm your way out of the constraints but to no avail. You started to wonder if he had cast some kind of spell on the scarf to keep it in place.

"Loki, get your ass over to this bed and finish what you started—" 

You were cut off by a flash of steel - he had conjured one of his daggers, pressing the cold steel against your throat. A soft gasp escaped you, fear and arousal causing your heart to race.

"That's no way to talk to your king. Perhaps I should teach you some manners."

Loki trailed the steel down to your collarbone, listening as your heartbeat quickened and your breath became heavier. You were completely at his mercy, and he knew how much that aroused you. His green eyes glared down at you, holding the blade against your skin with firm yet careful hands.

"Please..." you whined.

"Please what?" he demanded.

"Please... just fuck me already!" You didn't care how desperate or pathetic you sounded right now. Your walls ached to have him inside you.

He brought the tip of the blade up under your chin to lift your head to meet his eyes. "Perhaps I will... if you apologize."

You huffed indignantly, rolling your eyes. "You are unbelievable."

He took the blade away and replaced it with his hand as he gripped your throat. "Did you just roll your eyes at me, love? At your king?"

He gripped your face, forcing you to look into his eyes, his black hair falling down to frame his face. He leaned forward, and for a moment, you thought he was going to kiss you, only for him to nip at your ear, the gesture asserting the dominance he had over you.

"I'm going to fuck you, princess," he whispered huskily. He brought his dagger back to your throat, causing you to instinctively shrink back into the pillows, though the touch of the cold steel sent a surge of arousal through you rather than fear. "But I'm going to do it so hard, you won't remember your own name by the time I am finished with you."

You closed your eyes, holding back a moan as the feel of steel moving across your skin sent shivers down your spine. He was moving the knife across your breasts now, and you instinctively tensed up at the idea of that thing going anywhere near your nipples. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. You had done this many times before to know that he would never let the blade cut you, but it was clear that your fear aroused him.

The blade went under the strap of your bra, and he swiftly cut through the fabric, causing you to gasp. He did the same thing to the other strap, causing it to fall off of you, and exposing your breasts to him. Loki's eyes glazed over in lust as he drank in the sight of you. He trailed the blade down your torso slowly before coming under your lacy underwear. He could have easily slid the fabric down your legs and off but he was evidently knife-happy, and cut through the thin lace, leaving you naked before him.

"I liked that set-" you began in protest, but he brought the dagger back under your chin, prompting you to quickly shut up. 

Your heart raced in your chest as he pressed the blade firmly against your jugular. Now that you were bare to him, there was no way to hide how aroused you were; the way your nipples hardened, and the moisture you could feel building between your thighs.

A smile slowly broke across his handsome face as he took the blade away, undoing the buttons of his trousers and then his shirt. Your heart was racing faster than ever as he easily shrugged out of his garments before crawling back over top of you, the mattress sinking underneath his weight. 

You wished more than ever that the stupid scarf that was holding your hands in place above your head would just disappear so that you could hold him close to you and refuse to let him go. He buried his face in your neck, kissing and nibbling as he left his mark on you, knowing every nerve to hit to make you moan despite your attempts to suppress them.

His mouth covered yours, kissing you hungrily and possessively, like a beast who had not eaten in days. Your legs were soon brought up around his waist, his hard length resting against your entrance. You gasped, your arms straining against the binds as he pinned you down on the mattress.

"I hope you know that I love you, princess," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Because I am about to fuck you like I don't."

Your breath caught in your throat at such a wanton declaration that almost felt like a threat. And then his hips snapped forward, sheathing himself inside your tight warmth in one swift, fluid motion.

The sudden stretch caused you to cry out; the sharp sting bringing tears to your eyes. Loki's face contorted with pleasure as he took a moment to get used to your tightness before he began to slowly move inside you. 

The pain was quickly replaced with the usual intense pleasure that he brought you as he increased the speed of his thrusts, groaning as your walls squeezed around his cock. 

A gasp tore from your throat as you buried your face in the inside of your bound arms as he fucked you faster and deeper. "Oh my gods...!"

Loki grunted as his hips snapped roughly towards your cunt. "Moan for me, slut. Let me hear you begging for my cock."

You threw your head back as he brought one hand to grip your throat while the other played with your clit. "F-fuck...! Oh, Loki, I don't know if I can take it..."

The grip on your throat tightened. "You can, and you will." Wet, squelching sounds could be heard throughout the room as he fucked you harder into the mattress, causing the bed frame to bang against the wall. 

You felt that familiar tightening in your stomach that let you know you were getting close, and Loki could tell the same as he felt you clench around him. His thrusts became rougher as he loomed over you, his dark hair hanging down like tendrils wrapping around you to pull you deeper into the dark pleasure that you were receiving from letting him use you.

His fingers tightened around your throat. "Look into my eyes, whore," he commanded, his jaw tightening as he thrust harder and deeper, causing your breasts to bounce with each thrust. "I want to see the look in your eyes and know that I am the only one who can make you come."

You gasped, your hips moving with his as if on their own accord despite the brutal pace. You were already oozing around his dick. "D-don't call me that..."

His eyes flashed dangerously as he hauled you up by your throat, putting more strain on your arms which were still bound over your head. "What did you just say to me, whore? You dare defy your king?" He conjured his dagger again, pressing it against your throat without relenting on his thrusts.

Despite the trust you put in him, you felt tears prick at your eyes as the pain in your arms spread to your shoulders. You let out a small cry of pain, not wanting to show him that you were weak.

Loki's expression softened when he saw the tears shining in your eyes. He let your head fall back onto the pillows, taking the pressure off of your shoulders. "Say 'red' if it gets to be too much, okay?" His voice was gentle, like silk to your ears. Relief flooded through you as you nodded into the side of your arm. "Good girl... now." He brought the dagger up to where your hands were bound, and for a moment, you thought he was going to cut you loose so that you could hold him, but it was only to release you from the bed frame; your hands were still bound together.

He pulled out of you suddenly, only to flip you over onto your stomach. A sharp sting came across your ass as he smacked you there, hard, causing you to cry out. 

"On your hands and knees," he commanded. You did as he said, holding your bound hands in front of you as if you were praying. You felt something hard and slick poke you from behind, and before you could register what was happening, he thrust into you once more. You both moaned in unison; this position allowed you to feel him deeper. And gods, did he feel divine.

You didn't even try to hold back your lewd, filthy moans as he pumped his cock into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing throughout your bedchambers. He grunted with each thrust, his hand fisting in your hair as he yanked your head back, burying his face into the crook of your neck, scraping his teeth over your tender flesh.

"Just look at how well my whore takes my cock. How she moans for me like a good little slut."

Your words came out in broken whimpers and whines. "I-I'm a good... little s-slut... for you..."

Loki laughed softly, his hot breath tickling your ear. "Yes, you are... you're my slut... no one else's.  And my little slut knows what will happen if she lays with anyone besides her king, doesn't she?"

You let out a whine as the heat in your abdomen began building back up as your ass pushed back against him as he slammed into you harder. He gripped your hair tighter, yanking it back, causing pain to shoot through your scalp.

"I said 'doesn't she!?'"

Your pussy clenched hard around his cock as your climax crashed over you like a ruthless avalanche, practically blinding you. Your face contorted with pleasure as you screamed in pure ecstasy. "YES! Yes, oh gods, yessss, I know... I know, my king, I know... and I'd never... there's... only... you..." you sputtered as you rode out your orgasm.

"You're damn right there is," he grunted, not relenting on his thrusts. He was still as hard as ever. It never failed to amaze you the sheer amount of stamina he had.

He continued to fuck you doggy style so hard, the bedsprings creaked underneath his movements. His hands released your hair to take both of your breasts in his hands as he continued with his fast, deep thrusts. He moaned audibly against your neck, grunting as your tight cunt clenched around his cock as you neared yet another climax.

"Fuck, you feel so damn good," you whimpered as he delved deeper into you.

Loki's moans and grunts sounded more beautiful than the sweetest melody to your ears. "Ah... As do you, my little slut. So tight, wet, and always ready for your king..."

You could feel the tightening in your lower abdomen again, letting you know that you were close again. "Loki— gods, I'm coming again...!"

His hips thrust forward, causing your body to jerk forward. "Yes... come on your king's cock... let him know how much you love him."

You screamed as your back arched, coming hard around his dick once more. He pumped himself into you a few more times before groaning loudly in his release; exploding so deep inside you, that you were certain you'd be walking around with him inside you for weeks. 

Loki gripped your hips as he continued riding out his orgasm, your pussy continuing to clamp down on him in waves, milking his cock inside you. When he was finally finished, he collapsed on top of you, his heartbeat hard against your naked back, his cock still nestled deep inside you.

You panted heavily, your head resting against your arms, your wrists still bound in front of you. His face was buried in your hair as he lifted himself slightly to press a kiss to the back of your head.

"You were incredible, darling." His voice was gentle, the menace gone from it as he lifted himself off of you, pulling out of you. You felt empty and wanted him back inside. Where he belonged.

He gently untied your wrists, freeing you from the green scarf, which was now tattered from being cut from the bedpost. He took your hands into his, gently kissing over where the fabric had dug into your skin and left a mark. 

You were too spent to register that he had gotten up for a moment until you saw him standing over you with a bowl of warm water. He dipped a rag into it before using it to clean you, rubbing it gently over your soaked vagina.

You were still so sensitive from the relentless fucking he had given you, that just the slightest touch down there caused you to tremble. When you looked up at him, he was staring down at you with a devilish grin on his face, his hair hanging sluttishly down in his face rather than slicked back like it usually was. You still longed to run your fingers through it and kiss him; slower and softer than he had when he devoured you.

When he finally finished cleaning you, he laid down beside you, pulling you against him. You felt boneless and oh-so satisfied. You felt content to just lay your head on his chest and sleep there for days.

"I love you," you whispered against his skin.

"I know you do, princess. And I love you too... I know I said I would fuck you like I didn't... but when you wake, I want to make love to you. Slowly... tenderly... I want to penetrate you not only with my cock, but with my soul."

Just him saying that was enough to make you wet all over again, as if he were making love to you with his voice rather than his body. You wanted him to take you again right then and there, but you were so exhausted and spent, that you could hardly lift your head. His lips brushed against your temple.

"Rest, my darling. You have need of it. And I will keep my promise to you come morning..."

[xejune]

If you're still taking troll requests can I ask for hamster!Floyd in a little hamster cage? Maybe he's running on the wheel or eating seeds or looking through the bars all sad at being neglected by Velvet and Veneer? Thanks! 🐹

this cage is too dang small for that hamster

WOAGH IM SO LATE. i had like sixty different ideas for this and a whole bunch of sketches & i was planning to do at least 2 or 3 of them but the program kept overheating my ipad so i had to bail on that idea. sobbing.

i cant find most of the sketches rn? (might be in my sketchbook actually) but heres one i did find :3c

[jamieenthusiast]

uzi is so attractive

[lulalulens]

There is no way I am the only one who sees how strongly steddie coded are Evelyn and Rick O'Connell

[philzokman]

natsume soseki did not say "don't say 'i love you', instead say 'the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it'" FOR NONE OF YOUS TO WRITE IT INTO UR FICS!!!!!!!!

[dialtownbutinthe80s]

the brothers (please more chip and reuben content I need angst)

[tibialtybalt]

He's so embarrassing

[persephoneprice]

Whoever made that Lamina/Treech edit on TikTok to The Alcott….count ur fucking days

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

if i could draw it would be over for all of you. i would make everyone look at my blorbos every day.

[themetalvirus]

ive seen multiple comics that are just sonic and shadow beating each other until they can't stand up anymore and the caption is like "romance <3" i dotn even care if youre being ironic i still think thats kinda fucked up.

[wocs]

cannot stand swift*es that are like ‘why pit women against each other :/‘ bc taylor swift can die.