#(we’ll get there. someday…)

[hyydraworks]

Koi dragon mug 🐉

This was originally an applicator pen tip test and I immediately bailed and returned to my brushes 😅.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

Alex Turner + gushing talking about Miles Kane

[umathurwin]

i still keep your number and your necklace

kiara carrera x rafe cameron; nsfw 18+

summary: Rafe pays Kiara a little visit at the surf shop when she's alone. Surely he won't have any ulterior motives, right?

tags, warnings, and more on ao3 !

“what are you doing here?”

no greeting, no niceties, nothing. rafe hadn’t exactly caught her at a great time, given the screen of texts between kie and her boyfriend was just a sea of blue now. even without that, she probably still would’ve had an attitude.

“damn, kid, i can’t come to shop? i can’t be a paying customer?” he mocked, fiddling with the displays and knocking over a pack of neon lures. he ignored the mess.

kiara didn’t give him a response, and he conceded. “fine. just wanted to stop by and say hello, is all.”

“so say it. then leave.”

rafe hissed, like he’d just touched a hot stove. “sweetheart, what’d i do to deserve this treatment?” he asked, pouting at her and walking around the counter.

his cologne reached her first and she had to shut her eyes to keep focus. as he slotted himself behind her, surely towering over her frame, her fingers wrapped around the bone-handled damascus that john b had given her for protection against wacky customers. and what better time than now?

he’s a little too perceptive for her, though. “my god, drop the knife. i’m not here to hurt you.” when the blade clattered to the ground, he smiled. “actually, i’m here for the opposite.”

oh, great. not again.

of course this wasn’t the first time he was paying one of these little sick visits. actually, she’d noticed a bit of a pattern of her dating a new man, and rafe quickly showing up to re-stake his claim on her body.

the first few times, it had been a typical bedroom-window tryst with him climbing into her sheets and folding her legs up to her ears, her biting her fist and trying to remain quiet. later it evolved into him dragging her to the backseat of his car at events and him cracking jokes about how obvious what they were doing was, and how neither of them must care. now, apparently, he’s evolved to showing up at her place of business in broad daylight.

“rafe, you know i can’t—”

“can’t? bullshit. you sure can,” he barked out a laugh before mocking her again. “can’t. that’s funny. what’s stopping you, exactly? and don’t tell me that pissant blonde you’ve been running around with. do you always pick boyfriends whose asses you know i could beat? is there some kind of thrill behind it?”

kiara squeezed her eyes shut, fingertips digging into the pressboard surface of the counter. her body betrayed her, the same way it always did when rafe got his hands on her, and she keeled back into his touch. “rafe… c’mon.”

“what?” he snapped, holding her hips tighter and grinding against her. his cock slotted against her a little too well and she had to bite back a whimper. “you afraid someone’s gonna come lookin’ for us? don’t wanna get caught with your pants down?”

“yes! i mean, no!”

“don’t even know what you want. poor girl,” he tutted. rafe took one hand and drifted it up her side, catching on the bottom hem of her shirt and lifting it a bit before it fell. no chance he didn’t feel the goosebumps on her skin as he trailed up her arm to her shoulder.

there’s a quick moment of relief when she felt him step back and his presence was replaced by a wave of humid air. too bad this was because he’d decided to kneel down, perfectly settling where his face was at eye level with her ass.

she could feel her face burning as he inspected her, gripping the soft flesh and pushing his thumb hard on the denim seam resting above her slit. her legs were starting to buckle and her head fell into her hands ashamedly.

he tugged her shorts down, catching her underwear and pulling those down too. rafe smiled when he was greeted with the familiar sight of her sticky, wet cunt. “goddamn, kie. d’this start the second i walked in here?”

“no!” she whined, but it was less a response to his question and more of a protesting squeal when he buried his face into her pussy. he dragged his tongue along her folds, adding drool to the slick mess.

kiara gasped, and her fingernails caught on the rough surface under her. her back arched and she had to fight not to reach back and grab rafe’s head to guide him.

(not that he needed much guiding, anyways. he’s had his tongue buried in this cunt so many times he’s confident he could make her cum in his sleep.)

as he lapped at her clit, she dropped the hesitant act and grinded back against his face. rafe grabbed the back of her thighs and she could feel him smiling into her pussy. nasty.

his angle could be better. she began to lift her leg to give him more room, but her dignity had her dropping her foot to the ground again.

once again, too perceptive. he grabbed her calf roughly and lifted her entire leg until her knee could rest on the counter’s edge. if she’d been modest before, she couldn’t be anymore with her dripping cunt right on display for him.

no time to feel bad about this, because he dove right back into eating her cunt. one of his fingers trailed near her ass and she let out a weak noise, so he pulled back. he must be playing nice today.

it wasn’t until she was riding out a powerful orgasm on his tongue that she realized how lucky it was their shop had no cameras. it wasn’t the safest set-up, but at least she was in the clear still.

he tugged her back to the ground, making her stand on wobbly legs. as rafe’s cock pressed against her slit, the illumination of her phone screen caught her eye. jj had responded, finally.

oh, right! what she was currently doing was bad. “fuck, please hurry, you have to leave soon—” she mewled. as he pushed inside her, rafe’s thumbs spread her open so he could sheath himself even easier.

“jesus, quit whining, will ya? i just made you cum, now it’s my turn. shut up or i’ll fuck you right on this floor.”

he’d do it, too. he’d bully her to the ground until her palms and knees were slipping on the disgusting surface below them. he’d belittle her for how she was still enjoying the degradation. he might even grab the back of her hair and push her all the way down until her cheek grazes the floor, too. he’d do all this and so much more, so she shut up.

then he was fully nested inside her. like always, the clock slowed and blood rushed in her ears. relaxing enough to let him in was one thing, bracing herself for what came next was another.

“mm, fuck, you feel that? well… you’re pulsing around me, so i guess you do. isn’t that divine? yknow i’d stay in here all day if i could.” rafe withdrew about halfway, then slowly pushed back in to the hilt. “if you’d let me. i know you miss this. feeling so full,” he thrusted a bit, just to fit the last of himself inside her, and she cried out. “feels the same as the last time. which says a lot.” when a slutty moan spilled out of her, he knew he’d won. he pulled out again, but this was the end of his mercy.

the trinkets on the counter were rattling as he fucked her, and he wouldn’t allow her head to fall with a firm grip on her curls.

“how about i make a little deal with you?” he asked, forcing his cock in so far he nudged against her cervix.

kiara cried out and sucked in a gasp. “w-what?”

“if you don’t cum while i finish up here, i’ll never bother you again.”

too much logic, too little brains left in her skull. “you… you’ll wh—?”

“dumb girl,” he muttered and thrusted again. “i know you’re too drunk on my own cock to think, but try to follow along.” rafe slowed to a pace which tortured her, dragging along her walls enough to spark pleasure but not enough to build. “don’t cum, and i’ll leave you alone. got it?”

she nodded desperately, as best she could with him still holding her hair.

around this time, he’d get mouthy. rafe never could keep his thoughts to himself and the problem was tenfold when he was buried inside kiara. if it had come from anyone else’s mouth, his words would be pathetic, begging. but from him? he taunts.

when are you just gonna admit you need this, huh? i come back every time and you’re just as fuckin’ eager. it’s like you know i own you, but you can’t accept it. you know how good you’d look with me again? yknow how well i’d take care of you? be the prettiest fuckin’ girl on figure eight. it’s all yours, but you keep being a brat. good thing i’m always around to keep you in line, huh?

not this time. now, he was dead quiet, and the sick noises coming from where they met spoke for him. forced to accept the loud reality of what they were doing in the very place kiara would have to come back to every day.

without thinking, one of her hands tried to reach down to play with her clit, but he caught her wrist and twisted it around to pin behind her back. she was still stimulated, as every thrust of his cock sent his balls hitting against her clit. “good try,” was all he muttered.

tears welled up in her eyes when she realized she was going to cum anyways. he’d even tried to make it a fair fight by not touching her or saying anything. she was just a doll for him, one that bent over and spread her legs and moaned and begged for more. he didn’t even have to try, and she still tensed up and trembled as a second orgasm washed through her.

her legs nearly gave out entirely as she came, shaking and twitching under her. rafe’s possessive hold on her prevented her from collapsing to the filthy ground, and he smirked. “fuckin’ A. that’s a feeling i’ll never get tired of.”

she would die before ever admitting this, but she felt much of the same.

after he came, rafe lifted kiara so her feet were no longer on the ground, and her torso was entirely on the counter. he was careful in pulling out his cock, making sure none of his seed dripped out of her aching cunt. he quickly pulled her underwear and shorts back up, sealing in the mess they’d just made together.

“guess i’ll see you tonight, huh?”

[buymyfinepies]

The lesbians ever

[veinsfullofstars]

🎨 Kirbtober 2024 Day 4: Headcanon 🎨

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Drawcia - pre-corruption, with scratch-like scars on her torso in place of an eye - smiling proudly and using the patterned trim of her cloak to pat the head of a young Adeleine - shorter and more Ado-inspired in design - as she paints at her little easel, the ground around them smattered with daubs of paint, extra brushes, and curled tubes and clay jars of paint. All is cast in the sepia tone of an old memory. END ID.)

Based on my personal headcanons that Addie and Ado are the same person, and that Drawcia might’ve adopted and raised Addie before… well, you know.

Previous Day | Next Day | Prompt List (made by @/paintpanic)

Started on 09/01/24, finished on 09/02/24. | Kintsugi AU Masterpost | Kirbtober 2023 Comp

[springsketches]

Look what came in the mail tonight ~

[booplesnotts-art]

Do you think that she sometimes just makes potions for fun during her free time

I just think she deserves to have a little time to enjoy herself 🖤

Little study-ish thing I did for fun between work and stuff because I cannot stop drawing this woman and I think she’s lovely

[starbuck]

realizing that i’m a smart and capable person who can do anything i put my mind to has been very healing for me, but it’s also a bit chaotic because i now realize how many specialized skills i find interesting and would probably be very good at if i dedicated enough time to it… what if i committed myself to recreationally studying the law… and bird genetics…

[gravehags]

“So…what’s my title now?”

Natalie inelegantly shoves a handful of popcorn in her mouth while her beloved turns to her.

“What do you mean?”

She gives him a look.

“Now that you’re papa, what will people call me?”

“His Unholiness’ beloved…girlfriend,” he finishes lamely. Natalie’s lip curls and she rolls her eyes dramatically.

“No way, that sounds too juvenile. What about…” she trails off, absentmindedly toying with the ends of her dark hair, “ooh, what about ‘papal mistress’.”

Copia nods slowly and she mirrors him, a devious grin spreading across her face.

“It sounds illicit and hot as fuck and—“

She doesn’t get to finish her thought because all of a sudden, Papa Emeritus IV is crawling towards her end of the couch with a filthy grin on his face. Natalie laughs nervously and scoots back a little.

“Don’t—don’t look at me like that unless you intend to make good on it, Your Unhol—fuck!”

Her last word comes out in a squeak as Copia grabs her by the ankles and sharply yanks her toward him before spreading her legs and nestling in between them.

“Amante mia,” he growls low, hands fastening on the waistband of her leggings and underwear, “shall we christen the new papal couch?”

She smiles and tilts her head back to laugh softly.

“Papal couch, papal bed, papal floor - wherever you want me Papa, I’m yours.”

Something flashes in his white eye that makes her stomach do a somersault.

“Say it again.”

And she does, not for the last time that evening.

[theoryofwhatnow]

congratulations Like Minds on finally being recognized and getting a film summary on tiktok.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you’re not making charles “too small” because the comic artists already do that for you it’s comic accurate no need to worry 🙂‍↕️

SO true youre right ……

[peachy-keenss]

hiii !!! 10 for Dee? ^^

helloooo Mourn !!! Hehehe funny seeing you ask for your own questionaire!!!

“2 testimonials from Dee, on 2 random townsfolk!”

[antiquepearlss]

One day I’m going to live in a house where I don’t feel disgusting by merely existing in it. And on that day everything will be okay.

[lightboundloveless]

hey reblog this if your blog will be safe for those who will celebrate jk rowlings eventual death without a hint of remorse

block me if not :)

FUCKING ADDENDUM: HARRY POTTER BLOGS NOT ONLY BLOCK ME BUT DEACTIVATE.

[dirtbra1n]

I think the whistle he’s blowing is actually the bigger question mark personally. anyway It’s so funny that all this conversation about a dorm head’s responsibility and propriety and red cards doesn’t lead anywhere and isn’t going to have any massive impacts later

[vessels-fur-pelt]

Something I feel like we lost when TMBTE blew up is what the next Sleep Token era would have been.

What I mean is, we got confirmation that Eden was the end to a trilogy of albums, that that story was more or less wrapped up. But, that happened well before Sleep Token started playing areas and experiencing the fame that is slow clearly weighing on them in this new album. So I wonder what ST4 would’ve been if Vessel hadn’t had all these feelings to get off his chest. You know?