#this took me way too long to finish

[heph]

Camping trip

Loosely inspired by this fic! Do mind the content rating.

[ayphyx]

My favorite part of the x files was when mulder and scully said, “It’s filing time!!!” and then Xed all over the place

[umboloae]

Tw// Blood

I may or may not have made a crimson rivers animatic/AMV...

[moonlightmarvey]

whoopsie

[ky-rar]

Doing humanity a service. Nothing else, of course.

[highlifeboat]

Mia doesn't need to fight the Dimitrescus, she's just going to tell them disgusting facts and call them degenerates.

(Redraw of an old comic from forever ago I'm too lazy to link)

[y0ur-fr1endly-queer]

John Jarston

[alasquirtrt]

needed to contribute to the dismal amount of mr aph greece fanart

[lux-lunaris]

The Radio Demon

[meowmeowexe]

PRESENTING: RATS SMP SEASON ONE OWEN DRESSED AS OTHER OWN AUS!!!

Might look better if you click, might not, idk I don’t make the rules here on tumblr dot com

This was meant to be finished before rats in paris but my exams got in the way lmaooo

As per usual, timelapse and other thoughts below the cut :P

Aaaand so we have outsiders!owen, new life!sparrow and pirates!owen :D

Pretty simple outfits, meant to be slightly off as they’re costumes, not perfect replicas. Also how does this art style feel for rats in general? It’s an art style for an old rats single page comic I never published, so I think it looks pretty good! They all look pretty cute (even o!owen somehow) though I’m especially proud of pirates owen I think she looks the best- Sparrows sleeve cuffs really do not look how I wanted but ah well.

[ghost-host26]

frank iero go brrr

[alectrona6400]

no one else did this so i took matters into my own hands

[kaviis-stuff]

I finally finished this for @chiangyorange ! It a from a scene in chapter 2 of We’ll Meet Again, Soon!

[goodlordmahtin]

If I give it my old Solangelo art, will Tumblr like me? :)

[littleevil0ne1]

🌈Gloss🌈

[jazz-the-writer]

Drunk Nights & Desperate Kisses

Mafia Maid Service short Story -Bang Chan NSFW-

this was originally named Drunk Mafia chan Idea in my drafts and there were like 2 comments demanding another chapter for this on AO3 is why I am posting this. For my fic's I think if goes without being said they're explicit and mature content only? idk I see warnings on other fan fic posts and I never really do that for my stuff cause I wanna say for the most part you kinda have to be looking for my stuff to find it... anyway if you haven't read my fics before

text like this means they're speaking in korean.

He gets home late one night drunk aF and all he wants to do is stuff his face in her chest and bitch about how all the guys were annoying and all he wanted to do was come home and stuff her with his cock, but he’s too drunk and emotional and all he wants now is to cuddle her and breathe in her scent and listen to her heart while she plays with his hair and he only gets like a demanding five year old when he’s drinking.

The sound of a loud pounding on the door is what woke me up. I don’t remember falling asleep on the couch, the warm shower I took after cleaning the house is what made me feel cozy enough in my pajamas. I had planned to watch a movie while he was gone and the screen was still. Not even ending credits were scrolling it was just suggestions for the next pick. The pounding in the door sounded louder and that was when I stumbled out of my seat and went for the door. A chilly wind from outside waking me up more as I saw Chan with his arm slung over the shoulders of another man. He was quiet and to the point, asking if I could take care of the rest, as he handed Chan off to me. After the door closed I couldn’t help the squeak of surprise at the feeling of Chan taking a deep breath in at my neck. He seemed heavier in his drunken state, pressing me against the door, nuzzling into my neck.

“Smells’o good”

“I think it’s best if we get you to bed”

I honestly tried, practically begged him to let me take him to bed. Some way or another he kept finding a way to change our course. He’d lick at my neck or grab at my backside while I stumbled to take him to his room. Instead he lead us to the couch, sitting in my spot and tugging me on top of him, he pulled me in and kept taking in deep breaths. I had tried my best to hold back the noises as he traced over my chest with his lips and tongue. The nights had gotten hotter and tonight was especially hot. He made it difficult to avoid his mouth and the thin pajamas I had on were no help. It was when his teeth bit into my skin that I let a whine out and bucked my hips into his.

“Tha’s M’good girl”

“Chan please”

It was no use, my body betrayed me, he had me whining and moaning as he marked me. His lips were a dark pink from all that he had done. I only saw them after he pulled away from another mark he’d left. My eyes teared up and I was whining for him to stop. He stared up at me with his glossy eyes. why did he look so innocent?! He had been anything but innocent with his mouth. His tongue had left a trail that I was still trembling from. Here he was staring up at me, begging me to fold, I couldn’t stop myself from pressing a kiss to his warm mouth. He was so needy, his hands gripped at me tighter, while his tongue continued to violate me in the most sensual way. I couldn't help the soft whines I let slip, his hands grabbing at me, he was pulling me in closer. His fingers dug into my thighs as I bucked into his hips, he tasted like liquor, I’ve only seen him drunk a few times before this. He didn't usually go out drinking, at least not that I had noticed, and we never really spoke about the way he behaved when he did drink. The first time was before we had sex, he had stumbled into my room and shook my bed, he had begged me to make him some ramen. Looking back at the memory it was very obvious that he had been staring at my body. He was even a little overly thankful like a five year old when he wrapped his arms around my waist. Hugging me while he nuzzled his face into me repeatedly saying’ thank you’. It made me giggle back then. His needy and sloppy kiss is what pulled me back, an embarrassing string of saliva connecting us, after pulling away from him my hand quickly went up to wipe at my mouth. His eyes were glossy and looked up at me in awe and the blush I felt over my face made everything so much warmer. His hands pawed at my body, squeezing at my back side, feeling over my chest and then his fingers slipped up to wrap around my neck. He pulled me in for another filthy kiss, his tongue continuing to play with me swallowing the desperate whine I let out, and I couldn't help it when my hips bucked against him again.

“there’s nothing to feel if you do that baby girl. M’not the best at drunk sex” His words came out in a mumble, he sounded so cute when he was drunk, I was so used to seeing him calm and collected. It felt like there was a prominent shift in the dynamics, he seemed more demanding and less focused, there was a more primal urge to him.

“I don’t care, I just- I need to feel you” we were so close, lips almost pressed to each other, he was more unfiltered and his grip so much tighter. He was more unpredictable, forcing a small gasp from me as he gripped on to me and stood up, he was mostly steady for the walk and I tried my best to not distract him. My arms were around his shoulders, before he found the small hallway table and dropped almost everything off to set me down and mouth at my neck. His fingers traced over my thighs while he bit down onto my neck and left sloppy marks on me. It wasn’t long before he picked me up again and forced another squeaky noise from me. The walk to his room was more of a stumble as he fell to the bed on top of me, tugging off my clothes as best he could, he was surprisingly more impatient and whiny when he got like this. The last time he got like this I ended up with most of my clothes undone and his head pressed flush to my almost naked chest. He had laid his body completely on me and his arms were around my back while I held him and played with his hair. I couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or not by the drool he’d left on my skin when we woke up. It hadn’t bothered me, I had no idea how cute I thought it was until I was giggling to myself while I wiped it away with my shirt. The next thing I knew I was the one walking out looking messy while he made breakfast in just his tank top and sweats.

This was different, he seemed more interested in taking off more than he did last time, his mouth pressed a deep kiss to my lips before he slipped down to mouth more at my neck. His hands were more rough when he tugged at my clothes and gripped at my skin. I couldn’t help the small moans and whines from the delicious pain he left. He bit down on my hip before tugging at my shorts, there was a sting of pain and I heard the fabric rip as he pulled on them, his hands worked at the clothing before tossing it onto the floor. His warm hands soothed the sting of his harsh movements as he fit himself between my thighs. He hadn’t made it this far last time and I didn’t want to get my hopes up. His mouth felt warm, his tongue licked at me carefully, he seemed different now that he was between my legs. In my attempt at control I tried to hold back the small noises I made. His hand pressed flat to my abdomen and I could feel myself trembling at the feeling of his tongue inside me. His soft hair tickling my thighs, I couldn’t control the whine that left me, his mouth slowed down. A long drawn out moan leaving my throat, it felt like he was savoring the taste of me, my hands moved to hold him by his hair. His tongue slipping out to lick at my clit I couldn’t help the whining, the filthy noises his mouth made against me, I tried to stop myself. I desperately tried not to call out his name, his hands holding my hips in place, his tongue making everything so wet.. My hands hadn’t been in his hair long before he pulled away and bit down on my hip again. The familiar sound of his belt coming undone had made my skin go cold. His warm mouth finding mine in a filthy kiss, my taste still on his mouth, while his fingers pushed into me. He pulled away only to press his forehead into my collarbone before I felt his warm and heavy cock pushing into me.

“Fuck, m’so hard, baby I dunno if I can last long. You feelso good”

The moment happened so fast before I could process it. His teeth practically sunk into my collar bone, one hand slithering up my torso to gather my wrists and pin me down, one of his hands slid down to grip at my thigh. He had never been so forceful and it had me writhing in a dizzy mess of delicious pain. His hips rocked into me quicker, his mouth marking me while I continued to whine out for him, I was struggling to breathe. A loud smack in the air, the rough way he pulled away from me had somehow brought tears to my eyes. His gaze on me was glossy and he had slowed his hips almost to a stop. I felt overwhelmed and his gaze made the burning in my chest so much more intense. He watched as I gasped and struggled to move my hips toward his. I craved for his warm finish, he stared at me so intently that I couldn’t read him, even now his stare was blank and seemed like he was hiding something. His forehead pressed to mine as he pushed deep into me while I arched my hips into his. The brush of his lips on mine, the warm breath teasing me, he hadn’t kissed me in so long.

“Tell me what you want baby, can’t help if you don’t say anything”

I had not been above begging even so it was embarrassing to do so, I’d never admit to it, but I loved his kisses. There was no hesitation once he asked me to beg. In a desperate voice it was all I could to muster ‘kisses’, ‘want you’, ‘want your kisses’ all while whining and wriggling my hips into his. I could hear him but in the moment all I was focused on was the loud pounding in my chest and the blood rushing through my ears. In my daze of pain and pleasure his low hum of ‘I love it when you beg Fr’me’ it didn’t take more than a few more thrusts. His thumb rubbed lazy and pressured circles into my clit while he drank in my moans and whimpers. In a high pitched whine I came all while he stayed close to me, his lips still close to mine after I gasped into his kiss. He had whimpered and trembled into me, his breathing shaky as he hid his face in my neck, only a deep sigh from me as I felt his warmth inside me. I trembled into him and I felt the sting in my wrists as I tried to get a hand free. He tightened his grip as he came, I could still feel the aftershocks of my orgasm pulsing around him, he was still so hard inside. His grip fell away from me as he grabbed at my hips and lazily rolled to his back and brought me with him. My wrists felt sore as I pressed my palms to his chest. I couldn’t help it as I continued to tremble and rock my hips into him. My vision was blurred through my watery eyes and my chest heaving as I shakily laid on his chest. My body was spent, my muscles were on fire, the marks he made were what felt the most painful. He kissed at the top of my head and I nuzzled into his damp chest.

“I want you again” his words came out in a pant, before I could reply with how tired I was, he sat up abruptly. A whine of pain leaving me, my thighs burned, everything was still so sensitive. He had been so eager he didn’t realize how rough he had been with me until the moment he looked down at me. His fingers brushed over his marks on my neck and chest. The bruises on my thighs and wrists were still so fresh the skin just looked red and irritated.

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?” He held my hand in his as I hid my face in his chest. Thinking of what to respond with when all I could remember is how much I enjoyed it. It was embarrassing to admit and say it out loud, but then he had me repeat it, the smug look on his face as he stared me down while I said ‘I liked it’ made me want to smack him. All the energy had left my body after everything we did together.

“I want you again too, but I’m so tired.” He pressed his forehead to mine with the same smug smirk on his face as he said ‘I can wait’. He’d rolled us around and fixed the sheets. I thought I’d have time to recover and his hand on my hip had been comforting until I felt his fingers spreading between my thighs. My abdomen was sore and I couldn’t help but rock into his fingers. I knew as soon as I felt his body inch closer he’d want to keep going.

What is he doing to me?

What am I doing with him?!

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Kay so this was a very short update. I wanted to do more but I feel like it’s good this way. Of course they had another messy morning and maybe Chan got lucky again who knows? All I know is that all they want to do is know each other, but one think keeps coming in between them actually making any progress, the fact that Chan is so secretive that all he can bring himself to share with her is his body. Y/n is too indecisive and the only thing she really knows is she wants him to have her in every way possible.

Ehh who knows.

There is most definitely an actual plan for a second chapter but it needs so much more work. This is so short but it still took me forever I’m sorry :,)

Also I’m trying to finish and edit a different story I’m thinking it’ll either be my Mafia Changbin or my artsy college boy Hyunjin. We’ll see. I hope this was enough for the two people that commented they wanted more. lol thanks for the comments and reads guys.