letras-temporales

[glossysoap]

thinking abt possessive sex with price <3 but to make it even better? you’re not even together yet.

18+ afab and fem reader, written with fat reader in mind but can be read size neutral, forced eye contact, overstimulation (from previous orgasm), possessive sex

Thinking about his hairy chest against your back, leaving you all warm and sweaty. He has one strong arm holding your stomach and the other hand grabbing your jaw, forcing you to maintain eye contact with him as he bottoms out inside you over and over.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as he ruts into you over and over, cock plunging inside your soaked cunt. Your own cum and juices had mixed with his pre, creating a seal around your hole and trickling down to his thighs.

If you ever squeezed your eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure, he would click his tongue in disapproval before giving your face a tug to put you back in your place.

“Eyes on me.” He would order in a husky tone, leaving no room for disobedience, accidental or otherwise. You’d let out a little yelp and your eyes would fly open, immediately locking with his eyes again. “That’s it. Keep your eyes on me.”

“Look at your Captain while he’s filling up your cunt.” Then he would smirk at how your pussy clenched around him at those words.

Thinking about his stormy blue eyes burning into your glossed over gaze, his expression betraying how much anger and hunger burned in his core.

Anger from witnessing some rank and file soldier flirting with you. And even if you weren’t really together, he couldn’t help but feel a fraction of the anger towards you for not rejecting the soldiers’ advances. You should know better. You should know that the only one who could really please you was your Captain. The only one that was allowed to feel the stretch of your cunt around his cock was your Captain.

His brows furrowed and his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring with every huff and groan.

“Mm, fuck!” He curses when he feels you squeezing around him so tight. practically milking him dry.

Not only were the whines and whimpers you were making so embarrassing, but the wet noises your cunt made with every thrust only made your cheeks burn even more.

You were so fucking wet, he always made you so fucking wet.

His cock was stretching you out and filling you up so fucking good, it made that coil in your stomach tighten. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time.

It didn’t help that he had already pulled out an earth shattering orgasm from you minutes prior.

“C-cap, fuck—,” You whimper brokenly, nails digging into his muscular arm as you clutched onto the one that’s holding your jaw. Your hips jolted and your legs twitched.

Your hips kept bucking and jolting, almost like you were trying to run away from the overstimulation, but he was having none of it.

“What? ‘S it too much? That tight cunt too sensitive?” He mocks, his voice all husky and full of gravel. All sweet and faux sympathy, as if he really planned on stopping any time soon.

Not a chance.

“Yeah, fuck! T-too much!” You whine, voice cracking as he just kept pounding your sore pussy without a care in the world. He didn’t hear a safe word.

He just smiled as he pressed his lips to your neck, his beard scratching against your skin. He could feel your pulse race under his mouth as he leaves wet open mouthed kisses along your jugular.

“This fuckin’ cunt is mine,” He all but growls into your ear, his gravely voice sending chills down your spine and straight to your core. “And so are you.”

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[lambentskies]

Tiny sliver of wip for Wednesday from a section I’ve been fine-tuning unnecessarily at this stage because I like sharing. fjdks

he does not understand personal space. he does not care to learn about it, either. you’re entertaining.

[pinkiepig]

More animation wips :D

[coolbattlegirl]

I’m just gonna slid this here-

[captain-gillian]

work in progress wednesday is upon us again, thank you for the tag @thisbuildinghasfeelings and sorry once again to ls mutals but this bucktommy wip is where i've been making the most progress so that's what im sharing from

“Why’s it called that anyway?” Tommy asks, looking to Buck for an answer, which of course, Buck has.

“The name actually comes from Aurora, the goddess of dawn, and the ancient Greek word for wind, but they were first named by Galileo, who was Italian, not Greek. Did you know he’s the father of modern science? Without all his discoveries, we wouldn’t have thermometers or magnifying telescopes or even physics, and then we might not have ever had airplanes or—” Buck cuts himself off mid-ramble. In the past, when he’s gone on these kinds of tangents, this is the point where people’s eyes start to wander or glaze over in boredom, “I’m sorry, this is probably really boring. I’ll stop,” He meets Tommy’s gaze, which he’s surprised to discover is still fixed firmly on him, the other man watching him intently as he listens, but a frown comes across his expression as Buck apologises.  

“Evan,” Tommy puts a hand on Buck’s arm and turns his head to face him, his expression serious but tender. Tommy looks right into his eyes, and it feels to Buck as though he sees right through him. Through the carefully constructed armour known to most as Buck and down to who he is at his core, Evan. Evan is someone that few people get to know these days, but Tommy sees him; Tommy has always seen him. “You don’t need to apologise for being yourself. You’re lovable just the way you are, and I love hearing your facts and hearing you talk so passionately. It’s pretty adorable, actually.”

open tag & zero pressure tags under the cut

@fallout-mars @sznofthesticks @carlos-tk @bonheur-cafe @literateowl

@welcometololaland @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @vineofroses @lemonlyman-dotcom @americansrequiems

@alrightbuckaroo @carlos-in-glasses @your-catfish-friend @paperstorm @terramous

[cyanide-hides]

it is no longer enough to draw pony, i need to BECOME pony

I'm diagnosing myself with Kirin :) her name is Abyss Dancer

[silly-gh0st3]

Dottore warm up doodles !!! (Webtoon Dottore)

:3 guess my favorite character challenge super impossible mode go ‼️‼️‼️

[possamble]

about to pass out but

auDHD shame and guilt hours <3

[synthwayve]

Animating/storyboarding like 4 things at once Kos save me. Save me Kos. Mother Kosm save me. Here’s some wips for those

Will any of them get done. We will see.

[toytle]

i am not sorry for posting so many baby barries, but i Will share a baby hals for variety

and if you’ve been paying attention, you’ll notice that the boys match 👀

[kryonsite]

pixel wips bc im busy moving into my own place rn

the new chapter leak has me by the throat

[beast-feast]

Thinking to myself "aw man wish I could do more stuff with Semi tonight :(" like it isn't 1 and I'm tired. And as if I hadn't already gotten the main parts down for a segment

[cassynite]

family reunion from hell!!!!

@transprincecaspian @amatres Everyone wants to see my failgirl failing I see!

I've talked about this occasionally on the discord but Faith Plays Dumb is set about a year and change after the events of WOTR. Evaethi Arvanxi, the daughter of Sparrow's former master and the woman Sparrow had to impersonate for years, shows up at Heaven's Edge to see Sparrow again. It features Sparrow confronting the old dynamics she was forced to exist in, confronting the pain of her past, and Daeran and Sparrow's First Big Fight.

Also Evaethi. It definitely features Evaethi supposedly trying her best!

Snippet below the cut:

"It's you!" she keeps saying. "It's you, it's you, it's you--Eva!" I thought you were gone forever. I thought I failed you. The emotion, full and warm and only slightly thorny, presses into Sparrow's lungs and up her throat, leaving no room for words. She only presses her head against the thick wool of Evaethi's scarf and holds her tighter. Warm, real, alive, and healthy. She never could have hoped for more. Evaethi is as uninterested in ending the embrace as Sparrow, and happily babbles into Sparrow's ear while she holds onto her. "Gods, you're still light as a feather! And what's with those feathers, huh? You're lookin' half-bird these days! Next thing you know you'll start growing wings and ripping up your fancy dress--that color is so bright! Is that the fashion in Mendev? You'd think they'd like things darker, what with how cold and dreary it is--but you're a lady now for real, aren't you, that's what [name] and [name] were saying when we came up this way, that you were lady of the house--I knew you'd manage it, Eva--" "My wife's name is Sparrow." Daeran's voice cuts through the never-ending chatter and silences Evaethi. "I'm sure you're aware of that already, are you not? Since you lived with her for many years as she kept you from assassination attempts and having to dance with undesirable nobles at balls?" Evaethi lets go and steps back, leaving Sparrow cold. "I'm sorry, who're you?" She doesn't sound angry, but then, she's never been the kind to get angry. Daeran, on the other hand, looks glacially furious. Sparrow steps in between them, placing a hand on Daeran's sleeve. "Evaethi, this is my husband, Count Daeran Arendae. Daeran, this is my--this is Lady Evaethi of House Arvanxi." "Charmed." Daeran's gaze is cold and sharp as seaglass; he does not even nod to her, a slight of station that would have left anyone of noble birth insulted, but which Evaethi does not seem to notice. He places one hand over Sparrow's on his arm, the touch almost enough to soothe the nerves jangling ever since Evaethi let her go. "And what business do you have at Heaven's Edge?" "To...to visit?" Evaethi's expression takes on a familiar turn--that of a kicked puppy, who is unsure where the hostility came from or how it connects to her. If it continues, there will be tears, but her voice doesn't have that familiar warble when she responds just yet.

[spiderdotexe]

wip number 2 technically since hes still not finished and this is just a test render . multiple things look weird here and only half of them i can fix. but ill try anyway .. his materials r just flat since i intend to port him into roblox to test their blender rig stuff . Sonic Scary!

[soft-girl-musings]

WIP Wednesday

!!! feels like ages since I've written anything but blurbs but the cogs are a-turning on this one. I'm very excited to see where these two take the story.

Noir!Jake Lockley x Lounge Singer!Reader

"You have a little-" he finishes by gesturing to his lips with his thumb, brushing it across them. You feel your own and can tell your lipstick has smeared. "Goodness," you sigh, "that could have been embarrassing." You take a napkin and wipe away the smudged lipstick. You look back at him and grin. "And you're one to talk." You lean in, your muscles blazing in protest as you move from your comfortable position, but you don't care. You gingerly dab at the dark red dripping from Jake's pouted lips, the cut on the bottom one making you wince. "Kiss it better?" He smirks, his arms wrapping around your middle.

@mrsnadeem come get your man lol

[sodalitea]

Il Dottore special project WIP

Hello! I'm back with Zandik again. Lately a new idea appeared in my head. I can't reveal more details now but I'm making something creative and interactive for Dottore lovers – especially for the enjoyers of the segments AU. I haven't seen something similar before, sooo... stay tuned for fun Dottore goodies in the nearby future.

Also I should post second chapter of my Il Dottore x OC/Reader fanfiction in a few next days: Miracles of the White Nights. It's been four months since I'm working on this draft, but I guess it will finally be enough to publish it.