#tw. branding

[go-star-sailor]

homoerotic wellness checkup

[dantelionwishes]

bro was speaking the gospel and i was their scribe

[peachesofteal]

Soulmate AU but it's just Simon and Johnny deciding they're missing something. There's a small piece of the puzzle out there, somewhere, that they've yet to find.

Even though that's not the case. Even though a triad soulmate bond has never existed. Will never exist.

Knowing the norm, it doesn't bother them when they find you without their mark. They don't need it to know. They can smell it on you. Feel it on you. They hear it in the sounds you make when they fuck you full of their cum, when they coax your orgasms free with their mouths.

You think it's casual, of course. A few wild romps with these guys who picked you up at a supermarket. Oblivious.

It's casual, until it's not. Until the night Johnny walks you into the living room where Simon is standing in front of the fireplace, fist curled around brass.

"We're gonna fix it love, dinnae worry." Johnny hums, helping you to your knees on the rug.

"Fix what?" you ask, perplexed, staring up at him with those wide eyes he loves so much.

"Somethin' must've happened when ye were born. Some mistake. Ye didnae get our mark." He pats his ribs affectionally, and the fire pops, orange and red sparks arcing up into the chimney. Simon rotates the rod in his hands and your confusion turns to panic.

"No." you whisper, but he only fists the edge of your t-shirt and tugs it towards your breasts, binding your hands behind your back. "N-no. No, please."

Simon pulls the iron from the coals. The end burns so bright it's almost white, and you scream, tears pouring down your cheeks, sweat beading across your forehead.

"Deep breath," Simon murmurs, turning the iron clockwise, ensuring a perfect match. He worked so hard on the brand, mapping every millimeter of their mark, tracing Johnny's over and over again, ensuring an exact replica. He can't wait to see you wearing it. Johnny tries to reassure you as Simon crosses the room, petting and stroking your face. Simon smiles.

"Don't worry love, it's going to be perfect."

[lazylittledragon]

it’s being normal about dad gale hours again

[animentality]

[kidovna]

reality

[therealcallmekd]

HEAVEN WILL STRIKE YOU DOWN 👁👁👁 ! ! !

I liked the new episode :3

[cosmicdreamgrl]

jungkook x black: pt.2 [ cr: 0613data, namuspromised ]

[arcanejude]

MANNY JACINTO as CODE in BRAND NEW CHERRY FLAVOR

[venacoeurva]

Ego and the mimicry of a saint (and more than a little sacrilege)

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[dabisqueen]

Need

Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 1.5

⇢ plot: Dabi gets home and is kind of wound up. He needs you to help him out...

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, rough manhandling, couch-sex, steamy kissing, cunnilingus (female receiving), fingering, rough sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, use of Dabi’s fire quirk, marking (Dabi makes a red handmark on reader's skin)

⇢ personal note: a little reward for @/the-beard-of-edward-teach

The sound of the door being slammed shut echoes through the tiny apartment, announcing the return of your boyfriend from his mission to gain new members for the LOV.

"Oh hey baby, how did the recruit–" Your words are caught in your throat when you see the expression on his face.

You can tell he is mad. Really mad. Yet, his eyes hungrily take you in.

Oh shit…

Dropping his coat on the floor, he's at your side in an instant, grabbing you by the waist and swinging you into his arms, striding with long steps toward the couch. 

He throws you down onto the cushions, lurching right on top of you.

“What the—?” You ask, dizzily.

"Shut up." He commands and settles himself between your legs, hooking his hands under the seam of your shorts, yanking them down. Just hearing that fierce, possessive voice of his makes your legs fall obediently apart. 

"Dabi–" But you can't finish the sentence, not with him grabbing your pants and igniting his quirk.

"Told you to be quiet…" A blistering heat arises, the burnt shreds of the remains thrown across the room with one casual swing of his arm. Your eyes catch a glimpse of his erection straining against the stitches of his pants. It gives you just enough time to suck in a breath before he dives down and starts his assault on your sensitive nub.

His mouth descends on your clit, tongue stroking over it in a way that drives you instantly crazy. Alternating between hungry licks of your sensitive pussy and dragging his tongue back and forth over your clit, you squirm, getting wetter by the moment, causing you to quickly rise toward your climax.

“Ah fuck, you taste so fucking good—” he groans against your pussy. He's going rough, which is both delicious and aggravating at once. It awakens a need inside of you, a need for him to push a finger inside you, to do all kinds of filthy, dirty things to you. Your entire skin prickles with awareness and your pulse starts to race. 

"Touya–ahhh–" you moan as he finally plunges his fingers into you without warning, curling them against that sweet spot of yours. Between Dabis' fierce licks of your pussy, you whimper, his need for you driving you crazy. You're getting closer and closer to your high, the rasp of his tongue against your clit becoming almost too much. Then, his hot lips latch around it and he starts sucking.

Without a warning, you come.

The orgasm pounces through you like a storm, making you arch and goosebumps ripple across your skin. You throw your head back as your legs close around him and a scream rips from your lips. Dabi rides you through it and it's so filthy, the way his slurping sounds echo off the walls. 

He growls, pinning your thighs apart again, his tongue dipping inside your entrance to taste all of you. "So fucking sweet—”

Panting, you slowly come down from your high. Dabi raises his head and you look down at his face, with his mouth gleaming, wet from all your juices. 

"I need a minute—" you pant, dizzy and breathless. 

"M not fucking done with you yet." He growls low in his throat, and then his big body pushes over you. The clink of his belt buckle tells you what he is about to do. Another quick dive into his pants, and he frees his throbbing cock. You glance down and see it dripping with precum. Taking it in his palm, he slides his hand along its impressive, pierced length, playing the head of it against your soaked folds. 

You catch your breath, surprised again at how good that feels. How good everything feels with him. Every time.

Dabi fits the bulbous head of his cock against your core, wetting it, and then pushes forward, swiftly, burying himself balls deep at once. Your mouth drops open into a sinful moan—

—because even though you're dripping wet, you never get used to how thick and girthy he is. 

He pulls out, his gaze riveted to where you are joined, his dick glistening with your juices/slick, and then his gaze flicks up to lock with yours. Without a warning, he starts pumping into you. It forces the air from your lungs the way he thrusts into you. Dabi’s hands grip your hips, digging his nails into them, raising them to meet his before he thrusts into you again. His movements are feral, he picks up speed, his thrusts taking on urgency. The look in his eyes is possessive as he pumps into you, over and over again, heavy balls slapping against your ass.

“Dabi s too much,�� you cry out, impaled on his cock as you struggled to adjust to his speed.

“Shut up and take it—” A low growl builds in his chest, deep and rumbly.

Mind-numbing sensations spiral through your body with his movements, and your arms fly up to hold onto him. Your bodies come together so roughly that you are slammed against the armrest of the couch, your back sliding over the coarse fabric of the couch, making your skin raw. 

His thrusts take on a fiercer edge and the harder he drives into your body, the more IT heightens your own pleasure. You feel the stir of another orgasm starting to build in your belly, when one hand slips between your bodies, his calloused thumb pressing through the folds of your pussy, finding your clit, starting to rub against it. You gasp at the sensation, arching your back. Faster and harder he claims you– and your fingers clawing into his shirt, closing your eyes while he focuses on that one particular spot that will make you scream again. 

You can feel your body clench around him, your pussy tightening in response to the impending orgasm. You're almost there— but you need more, need something else to give you that little push. As if he knows, his next thrust is followed by a sudden heat on your hips. Dabi doesn't break his gaze when the heat increases and you realize what he's doing. Shocked, you try to writhe away from him.

He doesn't let you, keeping you right there, his hand steady on your hip. The heat turns into stinging pain that shoots right up your spine. And it's exactly what you need, what lights you up like a dynamite fuse. 

You cry out, digging your nails into Dabi's shoulder when you come undone around him. Everything shatters inside you, and you give a choked cry as your insides clench and release, the orgasm battering through you. The nasty wet sound of his cock thrusting into you fills the room while your tight silken walls continue to milk him. 

"Fuck," Dabi growls, his own movements becoming erratic and he shudders as his own release finds him. You feel his cock throb with each shot of his cum, twitching as the heat of it sweeps through you. Dabi continues to thrust into you, fucking back every drop of his essence, but he's coming so much that it squelches out. It's so naughty, the way your juices –mixed with his cum– stick in a frothy mess to the base of his cock and leak down your ass. 

He leans in over you, his chest pressing to yours, and then his lips are against yours, claiming your mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue flicking against yours. It's as forceful and messy as the sex you had. There’s a slight musky taste to his mouth, and you realize you're tasting… yourself. 

“Dabi–” you moan, still dizzy, still clinging onto him. 

"Fuck, baby I needed that." A raspy groan comes from his throat as he pulls back and out, his cock –hot, sticky, and still twitching– pressing against your folds. "M sorry. Shitty day…"

"Don't be, it's not like I didn't enjoy it—" You laugh breathily, still trying to catch your breath.

Then his gaze falls on the angry red handprint on your hips. His face turns into an apologetic grimace before his azure eyes flick up to meet yours. He strokes a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you too much?”

“Just a little bit,” You interrupt him with a kiss. "But it's ok. I got off on it."

“That's my girl—” He chuckles, directing soothing circles over the red burn. “I'm sure, it will fade."

"Next time make sure it doesn't." You tease, a hand raising to idly play with his raven strands.

He stalls, his blue eyes taking you in for a moment, contemplating. Then his lips curl up into a wide smirk and you gasp as you feel him getting hard again, pulsing against your puffy folds.

Oh no…

"Shouldn't have said that," he snorts and grabs you by your hips to flip you around. "Ready for round two?"

[linecrosser]

@just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi suggested "possessive whumper"

my instant thought was "marking/branding as property", so here we are!

[raygirlramblings]

Been on a Ramon and Bullfrog drawing binge XD. I hope and pray these two share some screen-time in s2! Their relationship is going to be fascinating to watch.

It’s a shame we only got to see a fraction of Ray’s powers in s1. I’m hoping he gets to whip out the hair helicopter doing something crazy, maybe getting the chance to pay Bullfrog back ;)

[toeybox]

Hercules beetle (Dynastes hercules) plush photo & listing: [KEAIart]

[id: a realistic plush rhino beetle with a black body, yellow elytra with black stripes and spots, and a long, brown horn which has fluffy orange fur on the underside. the first image is a side view; in the second the beetle is facing the camera; in the third you can see the underside, which is black, with realistic brown beetle legs coming out. /end id]

[jyndor]

GLASS ONION (2022): helen brand + cassandra’s prophecy to paris

[cosmicdreamgrl]

seokjin x chokers for @epiphanytear [ cr: apple tape, 0613data, namuspromised ]