#thoughts and comments appreciated!

[laddertek]

etho said actually you _don't_ understand the intricacies of how tango is my boyfriend and bdubs is my ex

(and how tango and bdubs kiss too)

Scar: We went on that little adventure, you know! Etho: Yeah, yeah, we had our adventure, that's true, that's true. Scar: You disparaged your teammates. That's it, all right, no more spoilers. Etho: (laughs) Our team has -- our team has some weird dynamics this -- this season. Cleo: (overlapping) Really, Etho? Is there trouble in paradise? (pause) Who's third-wheeling with you, again? I can't remember. Etho: (laughs) Uhh. The -- Cleo: Genuinely can't remember. I know it's you and Bdubs. And...Tango? Tango. Tango. Etho: (loudly) Why -- Why is Tango the third wheel? Why -- why isn't Bdubs the third wheel? Cleo: Because it's you and Bdubs. I'm sorry. I understand how that relationship goes. Etho: (dissatisfied) Hmm.

[amimiru]

✨sylvanian dantoru✨

[crunchycrystals]

credit to u/ioncelostashoe on reddit for this comment i need to post it on here to share

(also would explain why they knew it should stop at 5 rounds)

[auriidae]

me when my comments happen to be read by creators whose stuff i like!!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Start of the Truth [End of season 1]

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[webdollzz]

hear me OUT. hobie brown mutual marking/branding smut@?11!1?1? pic this:

basically whole premise is reader writing "[names property]" on hobie after they've had sex as a silly wake up prank and taking a pic of herself writing it on him, while unbeknownst her hobie's WIDE awake

So he turns the tables and just fucks her dumb again and writes "[hobies property]" right above her pussy and takes a pic so they're even

sorry this idea is so random i just HAD to get this out my system!!

a/n🌟anon, I love you. here's ur fic + the tallys you added! ur ideas are GORGEOUS. this is quite hobie hand focused ngl...n i kinda don't like this??

warnings!: fem!reader x dom!hobie choking, hair pulling, overstimulation, slight mocking, slight mean hobie but gets soft at the end. use of y/n once                                                 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

his grip on your sweaty body loosened, a sign that he had fallen asleep after sex. he always did — he was out like a light everytime. you didn't mind, you enjoyed the sleepy cuddles. but you weren't that tired this time. you were still led ontop of him, puffing small amounts of air from your lips as your eyes drifted to the sharpie he used to sign autographs, immediately smiling at your little idea. you snatch up the sharpie, gently sliding down his body and writing 'y/n's property' along his hip bone with a cheesy grin.

with the remainder of your smudged lipstick, you kiss right next to the writing for affect. you giggle, grabbing your phone, pushing his boxers band down to make sure the writing was clear. You snap a picture of it, staring at it for a couple seconds before moving your phone away. you let out a yelp of surprise when you see hobie staring right at you, a very unimpressed and unamused look on his face.

"Fuckin' hell! I thought you were asleep." You gasped, your hands on his lower abdomen now as you sat on his lap.

"Yeah, can fuckin' see tha'. The bloody 'ell do y'think you're doin'?" He grumbled, sitting up and gripping your hips, sliding you closer to him, your breath hitching as your panty-clad cunt brushed against his already rehardening cock.

"was jus' having some fun." You shrugged. he rolled his eyes, placing his hand on the back of your head to brace you as he flipped the both of you over, your back now hitting the mattress as he flipped your positions, glaring at you from above. he pulled down your panties once again, making you shiver.

"we just finished." You grunted, your lips parting softly as he ran a finger through your folds, gathering your slick from previous rounds.

"so? should've thought 'bout that before you started tha' shi." He huffed, grabbing your hips and yanking you towards him, placing his head between your thighs. he kissed up them, nibbling softly on occasion, smirking at your impatient whimpers. he dug his fingers into your skin to make you stop squirming.

"hob — quit it." You whined, your legs attempting to close around his head to stop him but he forced them open.

"naw." He licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, making you jolt with a moan. he smirks, putting your legs over his shoulder. in no time he started devouring you like you were his very last meal, like you didn't finish fucking approximately half an hour ago. he was insatiable. give him a ten minute break and this man can go another couple rounds. you shudder around him as he eats your cunt like he never will again.

"yeah? you like that, doll?" he murmured against your pussy, making you mewl with a nod.

"mhm! don't stop, please." you begged, your hands finding their way to his wicks, tugging him closer to your cunt. he hummed lowly, sucking on your clit as his free hand that wasn't holding your down snaked between you two, his middle and ring finger prodding at your entrance before sinking in and immediately curling to your sweet spot. you gasp shakily, whining as you tug harder on his hair.

"Hobie! fuck, m'gonna cum." you cried, the overstimulation from earlier on still lingering, making the build up painfully good.

"c'mon ma, cum f'me. you got it." he cooed, pulling away to let his fingers to the rest of the work, leaning down to drink up your cries in a messy kiss you can barely reciprocate. as you gush around his fingers, he didn't slow his movements, prolonging your orgasm until you push his hand away, muttering a "t'much.." he kisses down your neck, humming softly.

"open up, good girl." he grunted, making you suck your own slick off his fingers, your tongue lazily swirling around the digits, making him groan and his cock throb. whilst you sucked on is fingers, his other hand pulled away from your hips to grab the marker. he put it between his teeth to bite the cap off, spitting out onto the bed next to you. you frown, wondering what he was doing, but before you could pull away to ask his slender fingers pushed deeper and made you gag and grab his wrist. he grinned cockily at your gag before leaning down to your inner thigh to draw one simple line. a rally, if you will. he pulled his fingers away from your lips, nodding towards the black line on your thigh.

"think we should keep addin' onto i'?" he rhetorically asked, his answer already being yes. his large hands grabbing your hips, flipping you over with ease and pulling your ass into the air. you yelp, your hands flying back to grab his arm. he tuts, shaking his head.

"c'mon, baby. be a good sport." he mocked with a shit eating grin, pushing your head further into the mattress. "hobie..s'not fair." you whined, but pushed your hips back to grind your ass against his dick anyway.

"aww, it's not fair?" he repeated as he reached down into his joggers to pull out his dick, pumping it a few times before lining it up with your entrance. you meet him half way, pushing back until you're buried to the hilt. you both let out a moan, before hobie slid his hand to the middle of your back and pushed down to deepen your arch. his other hand remained on your hip, gripping the flesh there hard enough to bruise.

"go on, then. fuck ya'self on my dick like a good girl." he urged, watching how you rocked your hips back and forth slowly, nearly moaning at the sight of him sliding in and out of you, your slick coating his dick. "oh god, feels s'good, hob." you mewled, nails digging into the sheets so hard they might as well rip them apart.

he hummed knowingly, both hands now holding your hips. he took over, not liking the slow ass pace you set. his thrusts were deep and rough, each one making a small ah! ah! ah! sound spill from your lips and into the fluffy pillow.

"fuck, such a slut fo' me, hm? yeah, you like having your lil' cunt pounded everyday." he said between his teeth. it was hardly a question anymore. you did.

"mhm! mhm! fuck, faster, please." you cried into the pillow, your already pre-smudged mascara wiping off onto the white pillow case. he went faster, one hand sliding up your body and wrapping around your neck. he yanked your body up to meet his chest, still thrusting unforgivingly into you as his veiny hand gripped your neck firmly.

"faster? fo'real? can't ever ge' enough, can ya?" He teased, his breath brushing your ear as he hovered by your neck, just being able to see your fucked out face through the corner of his eye. strained whines and whimpers fell from you, the hand on your neck making your head spin so good.

"I asked ya' a question." He scoffed, slowing his thrusts. you shake your head, your hand flying back to try and make him resume. he loosens his grip on your throat so you can speak.

"no! can't get enough. m'sorry, please. don't stop. don't stop." you panted, voice sounding like you're on the verge of sobbing as your nails dug into him to try and make him continue. he smirked, realising how pathetic he makes you. it was adorable to him, gave him an ego boost the man definitely did not need.

"since ya' begged so nicely, doll." he mumbled, giving you a quick kiss on the side of your head before his hand slid from your neck to your hair, gripping it tightly to force you down again. you moaned, your arms attempting to force yourself upwards but he wiped them out with his free hand before it went to your hip. he resumed pounding into you, the sound of skin meeting skin, your moans and mewls, and his breathy groans filling your small bedroom.

your orgasm was building quickly, his hand tugging at your hair, his tip practically hitting your cervix and bruising it — it was all too much. "h-hob! m'gonn-" you barely got the words out before your orgasm crashed over you, making your entire body tremble and a loud cry fall from your puffy lips. you coated his dick with your release, and he released your hair.

"good girl, tha'sss it. jus' like that." He praised, leaning down to kiss your shoulder as he grabs the pen he tossed aside earlier, marking your inner thigh once more. that makes two tallys. "can ya give me one more, ma?" He whispered, kissing your back and shoulder. you whined breathily, shaking your head a little before he pulled out and flipped you over.

he reached over to your bedside table, tapping your jaw gently as he raises the glass full of water to your lips. "open. take a drink, doll." He whispered softly, his free hand tucking your hair behind your ear. you smiled gently, putting your lips to the glass and letting him raise it slightly so you could take a couple sips of the water, the coldness easing your dry mouth and sore throat. he smiled softly, putting the glass back down on the side table.

"good girl. such a good girl, hm?" He muttered, kissing your lips softly a few times, and it almost made you not notice the way his hands went to grab your thighs. almost.

"he-hey! what're you doin'?" you mumbled, looking up at him with fluttering eyes. "well, you're a good girl, righ'? a good girl can give me one more." he cooed, pushing your legs to your chest, admiring the way your cunt drooled for him. you huffed, but nodded nonetheless.

"mhph. one more." you warned, but your tone failed you as it turned to a whine half way through as his dick prodded at your entrance.

"yeah, just one more, baby." He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your calf before sinking himself into you with a groan from him, a mewl from you. his thrusts were slow but deep, making you feel every inch of him sliding in and out of you.

"oh — oh — oh!" you moaned each time he hit that sweet spot inside you, your nails clawing marks into his back. "tha's it, ma. you got it. jus' relaaaxx." he drawed, kissing your nose softly before looking down to where you're connected.

"look a' her...takin' me so well, pretty." he praised, feeling you clench around him. your moans were breathy, your eyes fluttering closed as you gripped onto him.

"m'so close, m'god." you whined quietly, your back arching slightly. "s'okay, baby. you got it, cum f'me." he whispered, kissing your calf again softly, the coldness of his lip piercing a stark contrast to your hot skin.

you let out a high pitched, long moan as your legs shook against his hold as you came around his dick once more. your orgasm triggered his, making him groan softly as he filled you to the brim, softly pulling out a few moments later and muttering an apology when you wince. he laid your legs softly back onto the bed, kissing your body a few times as he tucked himself back into his boxers.

you were half asleep at this point, all fucked out and tired. he took the pen once more, gently writing 'hobie's property' right above your cunt. he grabbed his phone, snapping a quick picture of his n yours cum spilling out of your used cunt and the markings, grinning to himself. he then tucked his phone away, standing up to go to the bathroom and wet a flannel. he came back, carefully cleaning you up so he didn't disturb you, avoiding the now slightly smudged tally marks and his marking, before tossing the flannel to the side. he put your panties back on, grabbing one of his shirts from your floor and muttering a quiet — "cmon, help me out." as he slid it over your head, your arms going into the sleeve before you went back limp.

he curled up next to you, tucking you into him and kissing your head.

"i love you, sweetheart."

"love you more." you mumbled before falling into a deep sleep.

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[mediumgayitalian]

“Your hands.”

William smiles, tiredly, glancing down at the chapped fingers crooked around the tarnished silverware.

“Yes,” he says. “I know.”

“Don’t they hurt?”

“I’m used to it.”

He smiles again, after he says it; I’m used to it, don’t worry. He eats fine, does not wince as he moves and flexes the cracking skin, but it does not take long for them to bleed; sluggishly, slowly, pearling along tectonic lines, pooling in creases and knuckle dips.

Niccolò returns to his dinner, and watches him. The tap of his foot is at odds with the clink clink clink of his knife, the scrape of his fork along his chipped front tooth. His shoulders droop but his face does not, hair still pinned back, eyes sleepy and far away. His freckles seem to twinkle under the flickering of the candlelight, making those blue eyes into something sparkling.

“You should sleep,” Niccolò says, swallowing. “You’re tired.”

William finishes the last of his plate, and smiles, again, small and pretty and tired, still, but the gentle kind.

“It is my turn with the washing.”

“Yes,” Niccolò agrees, “but you are sleepy. And your hands are chapped.”

William says nothing more, only hums, but he kisses Niccolò’s forehead as he passes, gentle, squeezing his shoulder, and sets his dishes on the counter by the sink, untouched.

“Goodnight,” he calls from the bedroom, as Niccolò’s hands are slippery from the soap, and warm.

“Goodnight,” Niccolò responds, and turns back to the sink. He can hear the bed springs creak, and William sigh, and he smiles, waiting on the snores. They do not take long. He hums along to them as he finishes, washing up the pots, too, and the oven, and the counters. Soon the kitchen is sparkling and the sun sits low on the horizon, and he dusts, too, having noticed the griminess floating among the golden rays.

At the end of it his hands are smarting. The soap clings to his skin, even as he rinses them, and he tries to avoid picking at his knuckles, rubbing the skin; reddening them further.

He tries to imagine this, day in and day out; bedpans and food trays and cutlery and surgical knives, all dirtied, all reused. Stinging lye soap and coppery bleach. Aching, chapping hands, curled to bleeding, stretched to tearing; worn through elastic.

He retreats to his study, frowning.

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based on “he loved her to the point of invention” (7th slide)

[mel-loly]

I liked this flower..   It shines so much...

I wish my life could shine like that   from time to time...

Staying in this dark is so sad..   Will I ever be able to know happiness...?

Will I ever be able to see the light...?   Or will someone bring me this light...?

Well.. I don't know...   But if I were to make a wish..

I would ask for someone who could show me the way to the..

Light

[kindahoping4forever]

📸: Emilia Staugaard for Behind The Blinds magazine

[thethirdamell]

The upcoming launch of Veilguard definitely seems to have reinvigorated the Dragon Age fandom and garnered me a handful of new readers, and maybe I'm just old and exhausted, but it feels like comment etiquette has evaporated / people have forgotten the "if you have nothing nice to say-" adage, because a non-zero number of these folks apparently felt compelled to inform me that they don't care for the abuse in the dark horror story about recovering from abuse.

[canisalbus]

Hey quick question,

What do you think is an acceptable amount of asks to post in a day?

They've become my primary way of delivering you art ramblings and oc lore and such, but I'm constantly worried I'm flooding people's dashboards with them.

[mintjeru]

it probably wasn't the smartest decision to start an ongoing 1000+ chapter webnovel when i know it'll consume my every waking thought but here we are

open for better quality | no reposts

[expectiations]

Karen providing us with fresh hot Kingston content in the year of our Lord 2023

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando Chair Lore: 2013 edition(no lore, just pics haha):

[cillyscribbles]

idk what the cats fandom is putting into the water but id just like you guys to know how ridiculously encouraging creating for yall has been so far. i'll post a little drawing and like 50% of the notes are reblogs and half of those have little comments or tags and it just WARMS my COLD HEART !!! i've never gotten this sort of genuine interaction with my art or memes or whatever!!! the MEMES get little comments!!! WHAT!!!! i haven't felt this happy to make content in my life!!! innsane ! astounding! incredible! i am drawing more fanart as we speak!!!

[webdollzz]

Omg how do you think rafe would be when u interrupt him in work ??? (Smut pls)

a/n: rafe🤝🏻me. a lil short but I tried! hope u enjoy <3

warnings: degrading, hair pulling, unprotected sex (he pulls out tho, king shit), use of 'kid' once, rafe bein' rafe but he kinda gets soft.

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Rafe was talking with Barry today, the phone pressed against his ear as he sat in his desk chair, mindlessly fiddling with something on his desk as they talked some sort of business. and you were so needy, ovulation week getting the best of you. you had tried to talk to him several times, but he only waved you away dismissively, grumbling an apology to Barry.

you came back over, now only in your baby pink night slip and the gown that came with it cause it was late, generously bought by Rafe himself, you approach him again. tapping his shoulder gently. he groans quietly, immediately waving yet another dismissive hand without even looking at you. you roll your eyes, spinning his chair around. you slide yourself on his lap, and if looks could kill, you would drop right now.

He continues talking to Barry, his baby blues piercing into you as you made yourself comfortable on his lap. he extended his phone arm lengths away, grumbling quietly to you.

"the fuck are you doin'? m'tryna work and you're — you're paradin' around n pesterin' me." He lectured, having to bite back a scoff at the hurt little face you pulled.

"but —" "no! but, nothin' kid. m'workin. get outta here." He interrupted, gently pushing you off his lap and bringing the phone back to his ear, where Barry was pissed that rafe wasn't even listening. you pouted, sulking away from him and sitting on the couch in the corner of his study, knees to your chest as you leaned against the arm with a sigh. you watched him chatter away, fiddling with a few things on his desk.

after a while, you got bored of him nattering on and the ache between your legs grew. you couldn't help it, ovulation messes with your brain. your hand slid down your tummy, your legs spreading just enough for you to stuff your fingers into your panties and circle your clit. you smiled a little, waiting for rafe to notice as you circled faster, a small whimper coming from you. that's what made rafe give a glance over, before doing a double, triple take. your smile grew as his jaw twitch.

"barry, I'll talk to you later. I got...shit to deal with." he spat, ending the call and tossing his phone onto his desk. he leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose as your soft moans bounced off the walls. he stood up, the chair screeching against the floor as he walked over to you, relatively calm. you grinned up at him as your fingers sped up, before his larger hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked your hand away.

"the fuck are you doin'? huh?" He asked, leaning down to slightly get in your face. you shrugged, batting your eyelashes at him.

"doing something you clearly can't." He tongued his cheek, nodding a little as he looked away before roughly grabbing your arm, forcing you to your feet.

"bedroom. now." He ordered, his hand on the back of your neck to push you towards the bedroom down the hall. as much as you hated it, the order sent a jolt of electricity through you, and made your panties dampen. he forced you down onto the bed, unbuckling his belt with one hand.

"you think that shits funny? huh? I'm workin' to get my hard earned money so you can buy your stupid girly shit, and — and you just insult me?" he ranted on, tossing his belt and shirt aside, before ripping off the gown that went with your nightie.

"no, rafey! I wasn't insulting you. just wanted you, m'ovulatin'. can't help it." You groaned, pawing at the bulge in his joggers as you looked up at him through your lashes. he ran a hand through your hair softly before he gripped the back of it, yanking it harshly to pull your head back.

"so, that means you can interupt my shit?" he hissed, tugging harder and you tried to shake your head but it was hard due to the hand in your hair. "no, m'sorry." you mumbled, still palming him gently. he let go of your head, and you instinctively fell forward to nuzzle against his dick, your nails digging into his thighs as a low whine spilled from the back of your throat.

he shook his head, looking down at you. he'd be lying if he said this shit didn't turn him on.

"such a slut, did y'know that?" He asked, hand on the back of your head to encourage the nuzzling. "cmon. suck my dick if you're sorry." he scoffed, and your fingers immediately hooked in his waist band, pulling both his boxers and joggers down to his thighs. you took his dick in your hand, jerking it a couple times before wrapping your lips around his tip. you swirled your tongue, watching how his eyes flutter before they roll back, a groan emitting from his throat. his hand found its way back into your hair and pushed your head down. you gagged around him, but neither of you cared.

"fuck, good girl. like that." He hissed, pushing your head down until he was buried deep in your throat, watching how your eyes squeeze shut and tears rolled down your cheeks. he began using your mouth, fucking himself into it and all you really had to do was make sure you didn't scrape your teeth against his dick. you whimpered around him, the vibrations making him groan.

"cmon, off." he grunted, pulling you off as you spluttered a cough. "gonna cum in you." he mumbled, picking you up a little to center you in the middle of the bed before he crawled ontop of you, hands either said your face as he kissed you softly. stark contrast to his mood right now. one hand snaked down your body and underneath your nightie, yanking down your panties in one swift movement. your breath hitched at the cool air meeting you, but that quickly turned into a whimper when rafe ran a finger from your entrance to your clit. he pulled away from the kiss, looking at you as he shuffled forward to line himself up.

"rafe — please. need it s'bad." you begged, clawing at his bicep. "m'giving you it, jesus." he huffed, slowly pushing into you, the stretch you'll never get used to making you do a little ohh! sound. he propped himself up with one arm, the other on your waist as he bottomed out. you squirmed, wrapping your legs around him.

"move." you said, making his jaw twitch again.

"manners."

"move, please."

"good girl." he kissed the side of your head before thrusting roughly, making you mewl and arch your back. "fuck!" you cried, your hands fumbling on the sheets as you grabbed them.

"yeah? you like when i fuck you like this, huh? is that it, baby? jus' needed rafey to fuck you, actin' all dumb and weepy for some cock… my poor, little baby." He mocked, watching how your face was scrunched up, your lips a little o shape. you nodded.

"u-uh huh! jus' wanted you s'bad, rafe. couldn't — couldn't help it." You moaned, pulling him closer to your body. he buried his face in your neck, pressing soft kisses there, trailing up to your jaw, his nose nudging your cheek a couple times before he kissed your lips. his thrusts made the head board slam into the wall, undoubtedly making it even more dented. your muffled moans mixed with his low grunts, your hands clawing down his back, leaving red marks in their wake. "sogoodfucksogood." you babbled against his lips before your back arched slightly, your eyes fluttering shut as you whined. "fuck – that’s right. gonna pound your little pussy until you can’t walk." He hissed in your ear, his hands moving to grip your squirming hips.

"don't fuckin' run. you asked for this." he said before biting your neck, running his tongue over it to soothe it. "m'gonna cum." you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks. "fuckin' you so good you're cryin', huh?" he scoffed. "You're pathetic." n that's what made you tip over the edge, a loud gaspy moan falling from you, your legs shaking around rafe as you coated his dick. he rode out your high until his built up and he buried his face further into your shoulder, mumbling quiet little "fuck, fuck"'s into your skin before he pulled out, painting your stomach with his cum. you pouted in disappointment.

"don't look at me like that." he panted, reaching over to grab the wipes you keep beside your bed. you smiled dazily at him, all happy and fucked out.

"thank youuu." you drawled, and he huffed.

"yeah yeah, jus' lemme clean you up."

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