#<- i guess ..:o

[leaf-in-a-flower-garden]

Fem Daleth.....,,.........

Yes, she keeps the beard, don't question me mate.

[currentlyonstandbi]

scrolling the dashboard to find mutuals i've missed

[kitteecafe]

im so late to pride posting lmao

[thebxghag]

uhhhh new hyper fixation? Time will tell. Got obsessed with how Teopyon on bsky renders AND their rendition of zelink, so I decided to try it out. Happy with the results! I'll probably do more pieces in this painterly style going forward.

Zelda wants to kiss her champion and her champion is surprised by this turn of events.

[burquillos]

Thinking about her (fem Izuku)

[shouyuus]

─── B L U E L O C K INSATIABLE

rin, nagi, sae, oliver; 2,217 words; smut and fluff, pwp, oral (r!receiving & giving), semi somonophilia, overstim, multiple orgasms, thigh-fucking, spooning-sex, mating press, dumbification, nicknames ("kitty/kitten"), internal creampies, pseudo-breeding kink, mentions of aftercare

haikyuu!! ver.

─── 凛 RIN

it should be alarming, really, how he can eat you out like a man starved while almost never taking his eyes off you, watching you with steady, steely eyes, even as his tongue drags along the seam of your ruined cunt, so slick with wetness that you curl your fingers into the sheets — and it’s never enough, no never, not for him — even after his lips are smeared, his chin damn near dripping — he’ll pillow his cheek on your thigh, lick his lips, cock his eyebrows at the way you twitch when a puff of hot air hits your over-sensitive clit.

“tired?” he asks, voice not even hoarse (though yours definitely is).

you tip your head back into the pillow, unclench your fingers, feel the liquid rush of warmth as it works through your body in the aftershocks of yet another orgasm.

“y-yeah — i — ‘m fine — i think —”

rin scoffs, leaning down to drop another kiss to the hood of your clit, slating you another glance as your whole body jerks, a whine twisting out of your throat as your hand shoots out to tangle in your fingers in his hair, tugging him up.

“you can gimme another one,” he says, and it’s not posed as a question; just as well, it was never meant to be one.

you hiss out a breath, forcing the air from your lungs as you brace yourself. rin gives you a silent count of four or five before he leans down to bury himself between your thighs again, his thumb rubbing circles into the winged hollow of your hipbones, the only sign that he feels anything even close to sympathy for your plight.

“count for me,” he says, the words muffled along the puffy folds of your pussy as he pushes his tongue into you once more.

“f-fuck — rin — ! f-f-four — mngh —”

“what was our record?” he asks, pulling back ever so slightly. you keen out at the loss of his lips, the heat having already coiled tight in your gut.

“like… seven or s-something —” you say, blinking up at the ceiling while not really seeing it at all.

rin makes a noncommittal noise before bending back down to mouth at your cunt.

“yeah. we can beat that tonight.”

─── 誠士郎 SEISHIROU

for a person who takes sleep so seriously, you think, tugged from the soft, hazy halls of sleep by the feeling of his hard cock rutting against the curve of your ass, he seemingly has no compunction about interrupting yours.

“— shirou?”

“mm, y’feel good…” his voice is gravely, thick with sleep, and you wonder vaguely if he’s still half-dreaming. it wouldn’t be the first time.

“yeah?” you ask, twisting around slightly to catch sight of his disheveled hair, his spit-slickened lips, his big gray eyes almost black in the witching-hour dark.

“mm…” he burrows into the nape of your neck, your feel his hot breath collecting there like steam against a car window till he leans in to sink his teeth into the skin of your shoulder, his hips rocking into yours.

heat radiates from him (but then again, he’s always run hot), and it takes less than a minute for him to inch his fingers into your sleep shorts and pull them down for him to fuck his cock into the warmth and tightness between your thighs. a contented sigh escapes him as he continues to rock against you, the slide of him along your pussy lips making you whimper slightly, bright pops of color flickering along the backs of your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, bracing against the building pleasure.

“so good… so warm…” he murmurs, his arms tightening around your waist to pull you closer, his hips now canting into you, the bedsheets shuffling with his rhythmic movements. it could almost seem lazy, the way he’s fucking your thighs from behind, not bothering with your clothes, or even the lights for that matter. but you know him — know him better than most ever will.

you know that it’s just the beginning, and sure enough, a few seconds later, you’re being rolled onto your back, the light-kissed shape of him hovering over you, his lips brushing yours in a soft kiss as he works your shorts and panties completely off your legs, tossing them off the bed into the nether beyond.

“wanna fuck you — can i?”

you nod, hissing as he leans down to suck a hickey into your shoulder, nudging your knees further apart to allow him access to your now very wet cunt.

“d-don’t you have morning practice tomorrow?” you ask.

nagi only grunts, letting out a long breath as he pushes into you, slow, the stretch making you whimper.

“today,” he says, after a few seconds of adjustment on both your ends.

“hm?” you ask, blinking up at him, your thoughts skipping like an old tape in a busted cassette, run over too many times with the rewind button.

“got practice today… but it doesn’t matter — i’ll nap at practice.”

you let out a groan though it chokes off into a pitched whine as nagi starts to fuck into you proper, his hips snapping into you with the sort of languid grace only a seasoned athlete can muster.

“y-you shouldn’t nap at pr-practices!” you chide, chewing on your bottom lip as he leans down to kiss you, sucking your tongue into his mouth.

“i’ll only do it if it gets too boring.”

you keen as he hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, thinking to yourself that well — there are worse ways to spend the time and… you’re already awake now anyways.

─── 冴 SAE

there’s something feral in the light of his eyes whenever he’s got you down on your knees for him, your lips wrapped around his pulsing cock, a hand cupping your cheek, thumb pushing against the bulge there to feel the way his tip twitches at the contact. and its unfair, really, how steady his breathing is, even when he rocks his hips to bully his cock deeper and deeper into your throat, careless of the way your fingers dig into his muscular thighs (”don’t worry, you won’t hurt me.” “still… i don’t want to leave marks… your teammates will see…” “i don’t care. leave them. let them see.”).

he barely makes noise when you swallow around him, gag at the tip of his cock as it nudges your tonsils, the way he only grunts and lets out a long, thready breath when you lave your tongue along the thick, pulsing vein running the underside of his cock, tease at the place it connects to the hood, eyes flickering up to catch his — you’ve never seen his eyes blown so dark before, dark enough for you to forget the piercing seaglass of his normal gaze.

you hum against him, redoubling your efforts if only to make him moan, the sound ripped from him like pulling teeth — ragged and torn, his head tipping back as his knuckles whiten in the sheets. your jaw’s starting to hurt, but you don’t care; you’re nothing if not determined, and it’s the challenge sizzling in the air between you that sets your stomach aflame.

“— fuck.”

you take a deep breath and take him as deep as you can, pressing your nose into the dark, coarse hairs at the base of his cock, your throat seizing around the size of him as you fight to keep your breath held still.

you feel his fist in your hair, the way it stings along your scalp as he pulls, then forces you down further till your nails are scrabbling at his thighs, leaving angry red streaks in their wake.

when he finally deigns to let you back up, it’s a whole eternity later, and you try to blink away the dark squiggles collecting at the edge of your vision before he traces a thumb along your cheek and tuts.

“mm… feels good,” he rasps, and it’s all the encouragement you need to suck in another long breath and deepthroat him again, bobbing up and down till he’s gasping, a reckless, desperate need collecting in your belly as you swirl your tongue around him.

and then — a tiny, pitched whine, squeezing from him as he hisses out a long breath. you glance up to find his eyes cast skyward, towards the ceiling of your shared bedroom, the thread of his pulse ticking in up against his jugular as his chest heaves. a thin line of sweat trickles down the side of his neck.

“shit.”

you content yourself with licking up his length one more time before lowering your eyes and setting to work till you feel him jerk into your mouth, the hot, salty-bitter rush of cum hitting the back of your throat, nearly setting off your gag reflex as you hurriedly swallow around him. when you pull back and lick at your lips, it’s to find him watching you with that sharp, halfway light in his eyes, the irises still blown huge and dark. there’s color painted high on his cheeks and an unfocused haze to his gaze that makes you smirk.

you wipe daintily at the corner of your mouth, cocking your head.

“already done? or… can you go another few rounds?”

all you get in return is a light scoff and sae jerking his chin towards the bed next to him.

“get on your back. and, take those panties off.”

─── オリヴァ OLIVER

it should be illegal, you think, as the backs of your legs start to get sore, how much stamina a professional athlete has to have.

“fuck, fuck, fuck — o-oliver!”

“ahh — c’mon, kitten, i know you can do it — mmph — fuck that sweet little pussy’s gettin’ so tight…”

he’s grinning — the bastard — grinning down at you as he rams his cock into your so hard you swear you can feel it at the back of your throat. there’s a hand wrapped around your neck, gentle pressure on either side of your windpipe. your head is spinning, spinning, spinning like a top in a dream where gravity is no longer of human consequence.

“gonna fuck you dumb like this, kitty — wouldn’t you like that? hm? yeah… bet you would…”

you can feel his voice close to your ear, feel the heat of it against your skin, but the words are faraway, and it’s all you can to do nod, to moan, because it feels good, it feels too good, and he’s always known your body almost better than you know it yourself.

“p-lease —” you whine, clenching down around him as he loosens his grip and air floods your lungs again, the pressure of his cock against your cervix making your eyes roll back.

“g-good girl… such a good kitten f’me — fuck —”

you feel the slick wetness dripping down the curve of your ass as he continues to pound into you, your one orgasm toppling into the next, and the next — till you’re keening at the feeling of him tugging you back towards him, your body squirming away from the overstimulation.

“no running away now, kitten — not till i’m d-done with you, yeah?”

he locks your knees till they’re pushed nearly to your ears, an arm banded over the backs of them to keep you still as he fucks you so hard coherent thought leaves you completely, nothing in your head except for the sinful drag of his cock in your spasming cunt, or the way you can feel him reaching his peak as he starts to pulse inside you.

vaguely, you hear yourself begging for it, for his cum, for him to fill you up. just as vaguely, you hear him chuckle, a hand coming up to cup your cheek as he fucks his cum deeper and deeper into you with long, languid strokes.

“fuuuuck…. mmngh — that’s g-good — that’s a good kitten…” he groans, his head dipping into the pillow next to you, his skin tacky with sweat, the scruff on his chin tickling your shoulder as he drops a quick kiss there before pushing back up to inspect the damage. he grins at the sight — you splayed out beneath him, thoroughly fucked out, your eyes barely open, mouth agape, your hole still clenching around his cock as if determined to milk him for all he’s worth. just the thought of it makes his hips jerk, makes the heat in him burn as kindling to an encouraging sweep of wind.

you mumble something about feeling full, but oliver tuts, reaching down to pat your cheek with a palm, gingerly shifting back till his softening cock slips out of you. he can’t help the cocky smirk that twists his lips as he watches you clench around nothing, whining around the sudden loss.

“mm… but you love it when i stuff you full like this, don’t you? yeah? now be a good girl and keep it all inside while i clean us up, ‘kay?”

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[jadewritesficshere]

Steddie soulmate AU where Eddie is a famous musician, everyone assumes he doesn't have a soulmate. Eddie was just smart and doesn't confirm, doesn't want to go through rabid fans who claim to be his soulmate. He's had too many show up wearing his initials they tattooed on themselves even before he was asked about soulmates in an interview.

Enter Steve Harrington who works as a nurse. Just casually on his third nightshift in a row in the ER. Sipping some coffee trying not to fall asleep when they get the call about some confidential patient coming in.

Eddie comes in for some injury. Steve has 0 clue who he is, just says "You look familiar, did we go to school together?" And Eddie practically falls off the stretcher at Steve's feet. Goes all googoo eyes at him. Steve being mildly concerned because Eddie's heart rate keeps skyrocketing (its because Steve is touching him).

One of the other nurses can't help but try and get the gossip from Steve, who is very much confused as to why she cares about this random patient. She tells Steve who Eddie is, and he's just like ???? Okay???

Steve doesn't admit it but the picture she shows is HOT. It's Eddie, flipping off the camera, tongue out. He's covered in tattoos, including the word 'sorry' written in a weird script on his middle finger. He's shirtless and his pants are so low that Steve can see the dip of his hips creating a v and-

Steve has to walk into the supply room to get himself under control. Pretends it doesn't mean anything and goes back to his job as his heart thuds rapidly in his chest.

Eddie tries not to pass out when they draw his blood, Steve holds his hand. It feels right. Eddie can't help wanting to ask," Hey, do you have a soulmate?" But he hates being asked that question, so he won't.

Until Steve bends over, his scrub top lifting up slightly. Eddie can't help glancing at his ass, but then he can't breathe. Because on his lower back is the initials EJM.

"Steve G. H?" Eddie asks as his voice goes up an octave. Steve turns, bewildered ," How did you-?" "Edward James Munson." Eddie whispers.

Oh

[nicoleknives]

I realized I’ve never actually sat down to draw SpongeBob... In my 24 years of loving this little dude who means so much to me, I always felt a bit nervous about drawing him because he’s so special to me ??? Not sure if that makes sense to anyone

just took a sec to appreciate that i can draw him and actually feel good about it. it’s not perfect, just a lil sketch and all... but it makes me happy, and that’s all that matters 💛 i know it sounds kinda dumb but spongebob means a lot to me in a way i don’t think i’ll ever be able to explain...

[cuntyarmand]

cuntiness levels were off the scale i'm afraid.

[somerandomdudelmao]

I made some colored refs for my comic ~ And also some sketches because can you guess who is my favorite haha

[ufokia]

strawpage tomuras from twt

[mrsthunderkin]

Look at me

Making a fan comic

Who am I??? Who do I think I am???

Part 2

[doodlejoltik]

pokemagma art raffle request for @homestar1812!

"Ingo meets Larry. The ultimate 'I LOVE MY JOB!' vs 'It's a living'"

[tokymii]

Kovářův syn a jeho pán

I genuinely went into this game thinking I'd be totally normal about them. Oh well.

(Also pls open the picture, tumblr fucked up the quality :[ )

[stellewriites]

cry harder, lost lamb

cw: slasher horror, period sex, non con, vague gore

you clasped both of your hands over your mouth to try and silence the heavy panting, fingers digging into your cheeks; only letting one drop when you felt your friend, faith, grip onto your shirt. you linked your hands together over your hip, both sweaty and covered in blood and dirt, but it didn’t stop either of you from holding on tight.

you heard her whimper and darted your eyes to her in silent horror.

she had clenched hers closed so there was no way to tell her to stay as quiet as possible with your desperate wide-eyed look. you weren’t risking speaking to calm her or even giving a gentle shush.

he’d found the others for less. if you had to you’d cover her mouth like you were your own, shaking hands or not.

as you shifted where you crouched, you could feel the uncomfortable stick of blood between your thighs. of all the times to be on your period. you’d bled through your pad a while back and paranoia had you feeling like you were leaving a trail behind you for him to follow even though you knew it wasn’t true, not even if you were at your heaviest. it was more likely he’d just be able to sniff you out like a shark.

regardless of blood or noise being your downfall, you weren’t feeling so lucky that you’d be able to get away if he did find you; from the lack of screams in the forest, it had seemed that the attacker had already caught the rest of your friends so there’d be no distractions to give you a head start.

bile rose in the back of your throat as tears dripped down to the tight seal of the hand still clamped tight and harsh over your mouth. you couldn’t think about the others right now, the state you’d seen some of them in, the sounds you’d heard.

you let out a slow, shaky breath through your nose and squeezed faith’s hand. there had been no noises after she’d initially whimpered; not from her or the forest.

the silence had you uneasy. it felt like he was close.

crouched as you both were behind the large, old fallen tree trunk, you wouldn’t have the best start to run for it if needed. you swallowed and tried to listen for any footsteps but there was nothing.

you frowned. you should be hearing something at least; the cicadas, or the owls or foxes, not just nothing. your heart dropped to your stomach and you scoured the forest from your point of view with darting eyes. you tugged faith to get her attention and nodded your head forward, towards the light in the distance, when she looked at you.

we need to run, you tried to convey. she understood going by the renewed flood of tears and tired slump of her shoulders. she shook her head defeatedly and you tensed waiting for her to make a noise and reveal your spot to the predator you knew was lurking in the shadows.

you squeezed her hand and nodded back firmly. this wasn’t going to be a debate, you didn’t have time and this was your best shot for survival. removing your other hand from your mouth you tried to smile at her reassuringly and wipe away her tears as she clung to your hand with both of her own. after a moment she relented and with a loud sniffle that had you jerking to look over her shoulder you both clumsily pushed up from the rustling leaves and started to run on weak legs.

“come on, come on, keep going,” you whispered desperately, breathlessly, as you dragged her along with you. he’d have already spotted you, there was no point staying silent now and faith needed all the encouragement she could get. she’d twisted her ankle and although you’d done your best to wrap it, it had made her significantly slower. “the cabin is this way. the car— if we can get to the car...”

you looked back over your shoulder as you ran, paranoid and ignoring ever horror movie rule you could remember, and choked on a wet gasp when you saw him.

he’d lost the hammer he’d arrived with, smashed gina’s head in with; the axe he’d taken from the cabin you and your friends were staying at and used to hack jason to pieces; the bear trap you’d watched him drag scott away with; but that didn’t make his presence any less frightening.

faith heaved loudly, sobbing hard, as you tried to pull her along faster, faster.

but her ankle gave way and her hand slipped from yours as you automatically kept running.

“no, wait, wait! please, no, please,” she cried and begged as you slowed and turned back to her. he was barely twenty paces from her now, if you went back you’d both be—

and the cabin was just there, you could see it, you could see the lights and the car parked next to the back shed. the keys were in your back pocket.

you turned away from her and sprinted.

“w-wait, please! don’t leave me, stop, you fucking bitch, don’t leave me, please!”

you skidded to a stop at the shed and opened the door, pulling out the first garden tool you could get a hold of - a shovel - and looked back at the sound of her scream getting cut off.

the light was dim with how far they were from the cabin’s porch light, the trees were not too tightly packed however that you saw how he knelt over her, strangling her as she kicked and clawed at him uselessly.

it would be a slow enough death that you could still get to the car without him catching you and try to drive on the shredded tire, even with the delay, but instead you ran back towards your friend.

you heard her gasping gurgles as you got closer and let out a guttural cry as you swung the shovel at the man. the monster.

his hands let go of faith and caught the metal edge with a wince and a huffed groan before it could hit his head. you heard faith suck in a gasping breath before choking on the sudden airflow and build up of saliva in her mouth.

he stood, still holding the end as you struggled to pull it back, and you saw where the edge had cut into his palms from the blow you almost landed. human after all, you almost laughed deliriously at the realisation. it only encouraged you to keep fighting back.

you tried again to pull it from him and he snarled, holding tight as you yanked and yanked until he finally let it go just as you put the last of your strength into it. the momentum caused it to reel back and you smacked yourself in the face with the handle. you stumbled to the ground with a cry, the shovel dropped and forgotten as you tried to catch yourself on the cold ground. your cheek throbbed, already beginning to swell, and a sharp ache echoed in your teeth where the handle had landed.

faith hadn’t stopped crying once she had her breath back, stuck laid prone between his feet, but when she started whimpering pleas you tearily looked up to see him lifting the shovel back up and spinning it so he had hold of the wooden end instead of the flat, metal spade. he raised his arms over his head, the shovel parallel with his body, and slammed it down, cutting off faith’s begging with a sick, slick crunch. you barely had time to look away before her blood spattered your temple and cheek.

you shuddered, your breath coming in short and thin.

“f-faith, faith,” you mumbled. you could see her, what he’d done to her, in your peripheral and it had you frozen. “oh god.”

he stepped over her, into the puddle of blood spreading ever closer to you, and crouched in front of you so you couldn’t see her.

“that was brave,” he said surprisingly softly, looking at you with inquisitive eyes. he gently tilted your face closer to his own and he smiled when you shut your eyes tight, your lips pressed closed thinly to hold back your scared sounds. “you’re more interesting than i’d thought. not so cowardly after all, eh?”

you didn’t answer as his palm drifted over to your plump cheek. it left for a moment but you didn’t dare move; his palm had been warm and the brief interlude before coming back left your skin cold in his wake. his fingertips were wet as he traced them along your cheek, dragging in the crude shape of a heart.

you opened your eyes as his hand pulled back again and saw his fingers covered in blood. faith’s blood.

your shoulders heaved with a gag and a sob while your stomach clenched as it tried to upheave your lunch for the nth time that evening.

he laughed as he watched you hunch over your knees dry heaving and stood to his full, looming height.

“i’m going to give you a chance, little lamb,” he offered plainly. “get running, let’s see if i catch you.”

you could tell by his grin this wasn’t going to be fair by any means, that this ‘chance’ was really just an extra layer of sociopathic fun for him. the hunt isn’t fun if your rabbit just lays down to die, the chase brings excitement.

you were tempted to say no, but you were well aware he could still manage to drag this out, painfully so if he wished; you could still hear faith’s chokes echoing. shakily you got to your feet and waited for him to indicate you could go, tempted almost to ask how much of a head-start he’d give or to try and dive for the shovel again.

“good girl. off you pop,” he said dismissively, and waved his hand as if shooing you away.

you scowled back, pissed that you were not only about to be murdered, but that it’d be done by a condescending prick, just to rub salt into the wound.

his smile widened and you knew your disgust was written clear as day across your face. you didn’t dawdle any further though, and instead turned on your heel to run towards the car not twenty five feet away.

you didn’t look back as you tried to pick up the pace, unsure on how long he’d give you your head-start, though maybe you should have if only to brace for the impact as he slammed into your from behind. he dragged you to the floor and pressed you flat even as you struggled wildly.

“get off me! get off!” you screamed, blubbering.

he grabbed your head and slammed it once into the ground, dizzying you and making your movements sluggish. your nose ached furiously and fresh tears sprang to your eyes.

he leant up and shuffled so he was knelt just behind your arse, keeping your legs pinned tightly together. you thought you could see lena in the distance from where you were laid, where he’d impaled her next to the fire pit.

you wanted to turn your head away but you didn’t have the strength and he kept one hand pressed between your shoulder blades while the other rested at your waistband.

“you on the rag, love? bled through a tad,” he snickered as he caught sight of the stain leaking through your jeans. you felt embarrassment wash over you and hated him all the more for it. why couldn’t he make it quick like he had with the others? or had he spoken to and taunted them the same? “let’s get a better look, shall we?”

he tugged at your jeans, letting go of your back to use both hands to pull at the sides until the button and zip gave way at the front beneath his ministrations.

realisation as to the intention of his actions came over you slowly, your imminent death clouding your thoughts until suddenly your arse was bare and his fingertips were running between your bloody lips.

“stop, what are you—?” you reared up to try and shake him off, but he pushed you face first back into the dirt. at least now you were facing away from lena.

“i just want to know if this pussy is more of a crybaby than you are,” he sneered into your ear before pushing two fingers inside. the blood helped slick his way, but you yelped regardless, feet kicking uselessly behind him. he set a rough rhythm and pulled more surprised cries from your throat.

“please,” you begged wetly, snot running from your nose and causing dirt to cling to your face alongside the tears. “just stop—“

“bleats like a lamb too,” he laughed. “the gift that keeps on giving, aren’t ya?”

he pulled his hand free and shifted your shirt up to your shoulders. using his slick fingers he drew on your back, another bloody heart. he snorted at the sight of it.

“you and i are about to have some real fun, love,” he promised. at the sound of a belt unbuckling you clenched your eyes shut.

[choccy-milky]

bloody beater seb🥴💞