#wetting mention

[diapereddarling]

Dallus has subtle tells for when he's using his diaper. He's a fairly composed person and is good at pretending nothing is going on.

If he's peeing, he shifts his weight so his hips are ever so slightly pushed forward-I don't think he realizes he's doing it. His ears will droop the tiniest amount as his bladder relaxes, and as his padding warms he'll look to the side a little, because that's about when he realizes he's going mostly.

If he's loading his pamps, however, he notices the urge beforehand 9 times out of 10. He just doesn't really have time to react. His thighs tense, and he rolls forwards on the balls of his feet a little, trying to hold it in. His ears flatten just a little as he pretty quickly realizes that his mess isn't going to end up anywhere but in the seat of his diaper. His tail flags at the base a little; as he tries to keep it in a neutral position. He rocks back into a more neutral stance that's ever so slightly bent at the knees as his brow creases. And as the seat of his pants begins to sag, he straightens his knees again, because now that ball is rolling, nothing's gonna stop his mess coming out until he's done.

Again, unless you know these tells and movements you wouldn't see or notice it.

But a certain prince notices, every time.

[vaperarmand]

andrew scott for interview mag, interviewed by olivia colman (x)

[wetdeviant]

Obsessed with the idea of a dom forcing their sub to wear a diaper and not allowing them to use the toilet. The sub thinks it's humiliating and refuses to use it, so they just hold their piss all day. But when the sub inevitably can't take it anymore and begins to wet their diaper, the dom acts like it's proof that they needed it because what adult can't hold their bladder?

[14dayswithyou]

HIYA ! I don't think I've shared this on Tumblr, but here's a WIP of Mer Ren's new design!! Under da cut because of spoilers + I'm not done with the final design yet >:3

[killakalx]

17+ content, ageless blogs dni

male manipulator 🤩, dumbification, brief choking, poorly proofread, author’s note at the end :)

fratboy!dick grayson, a man of many… talents. one of which, turning off that pretty head of yours. “you need a break,” he argues with a sly hand in your knee. “a detox, or a detour- whatever you wanna call it.” the charm is almost painful, yet it still scares you that this is what your girlfriends fall for; the guy that’s just looking out for you, regardless of how whorish he gets at those frat parties.

“I don’t need you to tell me that, grayson.” your hand swats and easily dismisses him, spiky because you’d rather die under your stress than succumb to the disease that is dick grayson. you’re absolutely positive you can see through the lousy attempts of looking at you as if he actually cares. he’s just another fratrat trying to get his dick wet, and your pride won’t allow it.

fratboy!dick grayson, who makes you lose your resolve with just a few favors and treats. interacting with every post, listening intently so he can get those notes you missed from tuesday, speaking in like a proper man whenever you pass by, all so he can fuck you like he’s doing you a favor.

fratboy!dick grayson goes so far he spoils you, pays for the more expensive take-out and pays for your nails every now and then, lets you catch rides so often that a few of his brothers call you his passenger princess- fucking hell, your pride’s out of the question at this point. at first, you decline and decline and decline, but in your slumps, you have to convince yourself it’s playing smart to pretend you’ve fallen victim.

fratboy!dick grayson, who’d catch you on a particularly rough spot in the semester. you’re stressed, snippy, and every type of frustrated, making his goal seem closer by the day. just a couple of well thought words and good points of how hard you work for yourself to sweet talk you into a hook up, and you hate yourself because it was fucking worth it. that mother fucker made you forget about all the assignments, the studying, the upcoming finales, everything except him and his cock twisting up your insides.

“you need this, don’t you?” he’d encourage out of an attempt to keep you from backing out, watching the way your eyes roll just from his hand down your panties. gentle circles around your clit make you gasp just before he delves deeper and he huffs, almost in disbelief at how wet you are. “you’re too pretty to be stressing as much as you do,” he’d mutter against warm skin, open mouthed kisses in place of hickeys he can’t litter across your collarbone until he’s got you too sex dazed to stop him from doing so.

fratboy!dick grayson, who still spoils you, spending generous time groping through your bra before sliding it off when you unclasp the back. knuckles deep inside of you and sucking at your tits as he massages the other, guiding your body closer to his while he murmurs through pleased hums at your sudden eagerness. because he’s doing this for you, remember? your pleasure is his, and he proves it by kissing between your tits and down your tummy until he reaches that sweet cunt he’d been so patient- no, so good to you for.

fratboy!dick grayson who guides your hands to a mess of black hair as he indulges himself, thumb replaced with his lips and tongue to slick up the bundle of nerves and sucking to elicit a startled moan. still deep inside of you, his fingers gain a certain intensity that has you bucking into his face and tugging on his hair until a little moan slips out against your heat.

“right there, yeah?” he checks in after a weak cry of his name falls from your lips, and he’s pleased to have finally abandoned the formality of grayson for the sliver of intimacy he gets from your breathy moans of oh my god- dick— so similar to the moans he’s drawn out of much easier women, but yours feels like a well earned award. “so fuckin’ wet already,” dick groans as he spreads you open, pussy lips already tainted with his saliva and he blows on your clit, just to make you flinch.

fratboy!dick grayson, who makes you cum on his fingers and tongue twice in quick succession before slipping them into his mouth, putting on a little show so you can really see the way his tongue worked those two blissful moments out of you. he gives a low suggestion that you should hav a taste, though the idea’s forgotten when the tip of his cock slots between your thighs.

“such a good girl, huh?” he taunts rather than praises, fucking you deep into the mattress with a firm but gentle hand around your neck to test the waters. your hand clings to his wrist as you whine, unintentionally communicating your need for a harder grip that he’s more than happy to apply. “smart girl just needed that pretty little head turned off for a bit- that’s all, isn’t it?” your legs tremble when you weakly nod, whining and babbling about how good he’s been to you.

“I know, baby,” he assures you when you cry for him again, lowering his head into the crook of your neck. “talk to me- what’s that empty head thinkin’ about now, huh?” dick asks, but coherent words have been lost between pathetic whimpers and loud keens as he sucks at your neck. if you were any ounce of sane right now, he’d have a black eye, but he’s doing you so much more than a favor. it’d be terribly rude to repay him in such a way.

fratboy!dick grayson’s had you cum on his cock at least once before he’s twisting body body around, seemingly forgetting to pull out as he lays you on your tummy and slinks your ass up into his pelvis. dick lingers at the sight- pretty arched back and two supple mounds of your flesh as your drool soils his pillows. by now, you’re so out of it that you feel he’s lingered a bit too long; instinctively, you sway and roll your hips back into him for stimulation. a long whistle follows a guttural groan before his hands fuck you back against his cock, rocking your ass up and down with lewd plaps of wet skin against his.

“feels good, dick-“ you slur into pillows like a used up slut, “‘s so good, fuckin’ me so deep- thank you, thank fuck…” sparkly nails—the same ones he’d bought you—claw at sheets as you go on, biting into your arm a little when he gets rougher.

“cum for me one more time, pretty thing,” he urges, ego dwelling from the pathetic and dumb babbling he’s fucked out of you. pulling your hair to force your arch impossibly deeper, he puts in more work for the last few thrusts, moaning with you as you clamp around his cock and scream into the sheets. “goddamn- can’t even hear me, can you?” distantly, you put together that he’s laughing at you as he fucks you through arguably the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had, and your cries become silent from euphoria.

fratboy!dick grayson, who sprays his cum all over your ass with a long curse, cock resting between your asscheeks with a few lazy thrusts as white dribbles from tip and leaks to the dip in your back.

fratboy!dick grayson, who leaves you hanging on to your consciousness by a thread as he flips you back over, holding your jaw and squishing your rosy cheeks for that humiliatingly cute and fucked out face he’s plastered onto you. “you still with me, right?” he grins at the weak whines you manage, “or did I fuck your brains out already?”

fratboy!dick grayson, who sneaks his phone out for a quick flick, taking after his best friend just to keep himself a souvenir in case you decide he’ll never get this lucky again. ❧

a/n ;; first off, thank you for reading, i hope it’s up to parr. second off, thank you SO much for 1k hello,?:!,!? that is a crazy ass number compared to my last blog. you all are so engaging and i appreciate all the love so much, so I thought i’d write something that’s a bit new (and longer lmao) but still very much in my realm of writing. fratboy!dick grayson lingers in the back of my mind 24/7, yall dont understand. i’m ranting but anyway, thank you again <333333

[eggchef]

stanford era dean + later season cas...

[aroaceleovaldez]

It's honestly wild to me that ToA went through so much trouble to emphasize the fact that Will did not magically fix all of Nico's problems and was explicitly not Nico's only doctor.

Only for TSATS to have Will fix all of Nico's problems and have Nico be entirely reliant on him the entire book and literally helpless without him and LITERALLY have Nico's problems be magically removed.

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

loser!Reiner has no idea how to talk to you, and practices conversations in his head just to forget every line when you smile at him across the dining hall at dinner and just stares back wide-eyed

loser!Reiner has wet dreams about you and wakes up with a curse, heading to the showers to stand under ice-cold water and try to forget the way it felt to hold you that close (you don't have sex in the dream, just kiss but that's more than enough for his subconscious)

loser!Reiner begs Annie to swap with him when you get assigned as her sparring partner, but loses his nerve when practice starts and ends up on his ass immediately, staring up at you in a daze

loser!Reiner can't protest when you apologize and offer to walk him to the infirmary, and might even play up his weakness a little so he can lean on your shoulder on the way

loser!Reiner hasn't heard the last five minutes of your conversation because he's so distracted by the way the sunlight hits your hair, and the way your eyes crinkle when you're enthusiastic about something

loser!Reiner blushes fiercely when the medic tells him his heart is way too fast, asks if he's sick with anything, has to close his eyes and pretend you aren't there so he can breathe normally again

loser!Reiner who starts writing his wedding vows in his head when you kiss him on the cheek before heading back to your room, tell him to take care of himself, look back over your shoulder with a little wave

loser!Reiner who endures relentless teasing from Bertolt and Annie because he gets flustered beyond belief by any mention of you, but secretly likes it because it's an excuse to talk about you more

[nethnad]

thinking about time lords and their fucked up little society again and i just realized how devastating the revelation of the drums in the end of time is in relation to the master's character.

because of all the renegade time lords in the universe, i think it's the master who most exemplifies the philosophical outlook that the time lords have towards the rest of the universe. they're stuffy observers, administrators, yes - but this position is one they've decided for themselves because of this concept of supremacy over other life forms. imposed and upheld this idea that other species that lack a time sense are less-than, primitive. and the master buys into this hard.

and i mean... compared to the doctor, the master is good at being a time lord. he buys into these supremacist concepts, this idea that every other species (and especially humans) is practically a meaningless ant in the grand scheme of the universe. takes it to the extreme, yes, but its the same underlying principle. he's a good student (despite whatever chibnall might think) - that one time lord from terror of the autons (identity forever a mystery) (its brax) even says "he did receive a higher degree of cosmic science than you." the master could play their game if he wanted to. he's remarkably comfortable with being on gallifrey/the idea of gallifrey(in eot/tlotl) than the doctor ever is. where the doctor avoids the subject of the lord presidency like the plague, the master is like "well if you kill the president you ARE the president! and then you have all of gallifrey!" and when the doctor destroys gallifrey (nominally), the master tries to rebuild it in the sound of drums/last of the time lords. tries to emulate their society. honor them in his little fucked up way. he brings them back from the time war!

and what does he get for it? how did the time lords treat him in response?

they decide to implant the sound of drums in his head, stretching back until he's a child. puts this insufferable noise, this splitting headache, in his head for his entire life. all so that they may live while he dies. because he is diseased, because of them. he has swallowed the pill, bought their propaganda, he has followed the rules, he tried to rebuild them he tried. and in response he is chewed up and spit out like trash so that rassilon's god complex can survive while the universe crumbles.

how crushing must that be to someone? to have your whole worldview - that you are better, you are chosen, you are special - come crumbling down in a few short moments? to see the revered founder-god of the civilization you have so desperately tried to revive look at you and say "you are diseased," even though he was the one to poison you in the first place?

and as his heart is torn to pieces... when rassilon says "no more," and charges his gauntlet, the master - who has spent countless lives fighting death with his bare hands - does not move.

part of me thinks he does not want to.

[antikr1sta]

(tw sh/blood/vent art) "i hate it here, i hate the smell and fluorescent lights, but most of all I hate you", he utters, gazing at his own face in the reflection of a dirty mirror; as both are only hanging on by a thread.

blood/injury tw ↓

..yeah.. i really really hate it here

[tibby-art]

Just curious. On your awesome pic of Bkau! Grian and Scar, what traditional media did you use? The colouring looks so clean and very soft on the eyes

tysm! i line with an inking pen and color with alcohol markers. i also touch it up digitally on ibispaint. im away from my tablet for a few days so i’ve been doing my artfight attacks traditionally :D

[puppetmaster13u]

Just had a dream of Cryptid Batman somehow getting summoned to the Marvel world & adopting/yoinking the Winter Soldier. And I have never been more tempted to write something but have no clue where I'd even begin lmao.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

about that one lan qiren & jin guangshan art: .....does that mean wen ruohan has both or is he as flat as a board on the opposite? XD

Mans so flat they rotated him 90 degrees and he disappeared from the narrative.

[melina-mellow]

I'm gonna say it, it's going to ruffle some feathers, but I'm going to say it:

Chilumi is not enemies to lovers it's; "we fought once then you were weirdly cool with me for some reason wtf, man" to lovers.

Arlelumi is also not enemies to lovers more like; "hey you were never hostile towards me" to lovers.

Now Scaralumi on the other hand!

- has tried to kill Lumi multiple times. ✅

- committed atrocities that have affected her personally. ✅

- mocked the death of her friend to her face (which he also caused) ✅

- has a weird obsession with Lumine "caring about him" and likes mocking her for her being a goody two shoes ✅

- "embrace the dark side, Lumine" ✅

- still acts like an asshole even after being "redeemed" ✅

- is cat coded. ✅

In summary: Scaralumi is the only one of Lumi's Fatui ships that actually fits the "enemies to lovers" trope.

I rest my case.

[waywardstation]

That one fanart

I cant help but imagine a scenario where the poor Joltik does get swallowed and while Ingo tries to comfort his brother (he knew that it was Sparky that got eaten just now. And knows all about him)

And at the same time he also tries to prevent further Sneasel mischief as the Sneasel hacks out a "hairball".

A tiny yellow Hairball.

Sparky is alright but a little shaken up.

Both brothers make sure to do even more safety checks with their Pokémon after that.

In regards to this ask/art

Sparky walked through The Valley of the shadow of death that day, and came out of it alive. Shaken, but alive.

Ingo knows not to introduce joltiks so close to sneasels anymore.

[romeisacrier]

had the best fucking dream last night

Was watching a movie with the girl i’m talking to and a few min into the movie she started trailing her hand up my thigh and kind of teasing me through my panties n rubbing my clit through them.,, then finally she puts her hand inside my panties n i think she’s gonna finger me but she doesn’t. she just keeps teasing me… rubbing slow circles around the outside of my hole… gently flicking my clit back and forth without actually rubbing it… she just teasing…and teasing…. It’s absolute torture and i absolutely love it. I’m squirming and needy and whining but she just keep teasing. She starts to make fun of me for how needy i’m getting “Aww someone’s getting all riled up” i whine in response. She kisses me gently “Do you need something honey?” “Need you to fuck me..please” “mmm no, i think i’m enjoying just watching how red you get from this..” she giggles in my face. She laughing at me. Laughing at how needy i am, how much i squirm. Laughing at how i’m “Absolutely dripping” when she hasn’t even touched me properly yet..

After a genuine hour of teasing, “Mommy…i’m close” i whimper out, embarrassed. “You’re close? all i’ve done is tease you babygirl.. are you really gonna cum from that? you’re such a whore.” It’s humiliating, feeling my cunt twitch and pulse and drip just from a few light touches to my clit. Suddenly, She dips her fingers into me as far as they can reach, then pulls them back out quickly and goes back to her feathery touches. She watches me closely, laughing at me again as I gasp and whimper and my legs start to shake. “Don’t cum.” She tells me. “But i’m so close..” i whimper, “Don’t. Cum. Mommy will say when you get to cum. don’t you wanna be good?” “yes! yes i’m good… wanna be a good girl” “Then you’ll wait until you have permission to cum, understand?” I nod in agreement, focusing as hard as i can on holding off my orgasm, but she started to rub my clit ever so slightly harder and i can’t hold back anymore. The movie we were watching is nearly over, it’s been two hours of teasing, of building, i can’t take it anymore. “I’m sorry mommy.. so sorry..” I whimper out as my orgasm shakes through me, my hole clenching around nothing inside it and my clit pulsing against her light touches. She takes her hand away, leaving me shaking as she removes her pants and lets her throbbing cock spring free. “You’re gonna regret that baby” She growls at me, lining up with my sensitive hole...

then i woke up ☹️☹️☹️