#and they did tricks and stuff...

[godmerlin]

Well I am awake. I've been awakeish for 2 hours but I didn't wanna get out of bed so I just snoozed on and off. Lol

I am still very nervous about today. I despise the airport experience on a regular trip but this time around my connecting flight terrifies me. This is probably the most anxiety I've experienced in years. I hate it. It was under control for once and staying at my baseline. Not today. Today I feel like vomiting. Ugh

[peachesofteal]

tw 18+ dubcon, breeding kink, brief daddy kink, baby trapping-ish - aka the whole purpose of the mating bond

Azriel who slips you a fertility tonic so he can give you a baby.

It starts as a fantasy.

He spends too much time watching you help with Nyx. Plays his dutiful uncle part, but all he's really focused on is how the baby sits so perfectly in your arms, how he's supported so easily by your hips.

How would you look, with his child cradled against your chest? How would you look, round with his baby?

It's maddening. Filling his dreams with ideas about a family of his own, a family with you. You who he loves beyond belief, you who he would die for, over and over again. You, who has become the reason he smiles, the reason he stands in the sun, the reason he looks forward to the future with hope, instead of looking back at the past with anger. You've changed him.

The bond isn't enough anymore, he craves it all. Needs to plant himself inside your womb until you're carrying a piece of him, but it likes that. It wants it, as much as he does, glows in his chest when he imagines it, purrs at the idea with satisfaction.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

His cock swells when he thinks about fucking you deep, spilling inside of you again and again until it takes, giving you a piece of himself. Drives him insane, thinking about breeding you, putting his baby inside of you. Turns him inside out.

The shadows don't help. They find the tonic in Dawn Court and pull the emerald green glass bottle from a shelf, depositing it in his office. Thick like syrup, blood red like a candy apple, but completely void of scent. Helpful.

"What do you think about having a baby?" He breathes into your neck one night, still arched overtop of you, lips dragging along your jaw. You giggle. He swears it's the sweetest sound.

"I don't know, kind of soon, don't you think?" A lock of his hair falls onto his forehead, and you twist your fingers in it. "I know Madja said there'd be nothing to worry about but still... we've only been mated a few years, right?" He nips at your skin, slides his nose along yours.

"Right."

What started as a fantasy evolves into a plan. Wicked, and wild, it's all consuming, a parasite in his blood slowly taking over his body until he's disease ridden, obsessed.

"More?" He's perched on a stool, legs spread to accommodate where you stand between his knees, looking up at him with a lazy smile. You've already finished your first glass, the glass, the one with the tonic, and he's pleased to see you drank every drop.

"One more, I think." He taps your chin, tucks his fingers beneath it and tilts your face towards his before pressing his mouth against yours in a long kiss. When you pull away, you have that look in your eye. "Want to go home early?"

Yes.

He's high. Wound up, crazed. You're laid out on the bed, lax on your side, reaching for him. "Come here," you whine, wiggling your fingers, and he grips them before rolling you onto your back and pinning that wrist above your head.

"I love you," he sucks a mark against your collarbone, traces and plucks your nipple, enjoying your pants, the restless jolt of your hips.

"Az," you huff, and he smiles into your skin.

"Impatient." He releases his hold, teases down your belly to where you're already wet for him, soaked, and slips through your folds to find your clit, swollen, and waiting. Wanting. "So wet," there’s nectar between your legs, and he’s thirsty for it. Not tonight. Your clit throbs under his touch, back arching, tits pressing into his chest, "you're dripping."

"Yeah, ah- please," you paw at his shoulders and he pushes you down, lays you flat before grabbing your knees and flexing them towards your chest, your thighs framing the prettiest pussy he's ever seen.

"Keep them there." He warns. Your fingers dig into your flesh, and he taps the head of his cock against your clit, enjoying the way your hole twitches. "Look at you," he's lost in it already, stroking himself, slowly fucking the tip in and out, muscles coiled, ready to strike. It's a drug. You're a drug. His elixir of life, his faerie wine. The high of battle, the satisfaction of success, of killing. He's drunk on you, every day.

"Azriel," you hiss. His girl never likes to be kept waiting. He grins-

and then slams home.

"Fuck!" you scream it, head thrown back, abandoning the hold on your legs to fist the sheets. He pulls your ankles tall, and leans forward. Your eyes are as big as the moon, mouth open wide, perfect. Ready. Ripe.

"I know, I know," he soothes you, kisses you, aware that the pressure of his body over yours only shoves his cock harder against your cervix, and you gasp, pussy fluttering, warm and wet, better than a dream. He finds your clit, his touch turning you languid, helping you adjust to each stroke, "does that feel good, love? Nice and deep?" He catches your lip between his teeth, and then rests his forehead against yours.

"More," You twist in his grip, trying to move, and he swats your ass.

"Be good for me." Be good, be good-

be good for daddy so he can give you a baby, be good so he can plug you up, make it take-

"Yes..." You moan and your pussy quivers, already trying to suck him deeper, trying to pull him in. Your body knows what it wants, the bond knows what it wants, even though your mind isn't there yet.

You writhe, shudder. You're going to come soon.

He slows down, drags his cock almost all the way out, enjoying the way you pout, brows furrowed, before sliding back in, again and again, long strokes that drive you crazy, still flicking your clit. "I love you so much, pretty girl, need to fill you up."

"Yeah, p-please." You're chasing your orgasm, tightening like a fucking vice, trying to strangle him, hold him in, and he closes his eyes, relishing it, wishing he could die in it.

"Come on my cock, sweetheart, let me feel you." Your breath hitches and he fucks you harder, slamming his hips against yours, shoving his cock so deep he wonders if it's in your belly, and your eyes roll back, legs locking into planks, orgasm rocketing through you so violently you cry out.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, ah-"

"There it is," there's no stopping now, fucking you through the gush, the clench, "That's it, come for me," he coos, innocent poison, "good girl, such a good girl." His own end is building, fire in his blood, raw power surging up through his wings as they snap wide, and your toes curl as you tremble, pussy still squeezing, pulsing around his cock. "Stay still for me, gonna give you my cum- fuck- fuck it nice and deep." You mewl, half delirious, and he steadies himself before plunging as far as he can, exploding, shattering, flooding you with it all, his hopes, his wickedness, his dreams. His vision goes white, a shock radiating up through his toes, entire body rigid, and locked in, your pussy drenched with him. The bond sings for the true fulfillment of its purpose, the creation of children. It all comes together, him, you, the stars, the darkness, to give him what he wants, what he craves-

his baby inside you.

He tucks his fingers into your pussy as you fall asleep, shushing you back under easily when you blink at him in a daze. "Again?"

"In a bit." He kisses your temple. "Close your eyes sweet girl, you'll need your strength."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Don't Wormy About Me.

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[catamaris]

aftermath

[tagarilaghost]

After Pmd:Eos Postgame Darkrai thinks he's smart and goes for his darkness shenanigans again. Only to get captured for good this time.

Can you guess where he is :D?

The following comic reveals it nontheless, but not the exact location.

Imagine you swim all this way just for Mister Darkness to throw a tantrum.

[turtleblogatlast]

Imo the most impressive thing Leo’s done is hold this pose for as long as he did while covered head to toe in gold paint:

[little-pup-pip]

This is how I see anyone trick or treating in my inbox today

[kaiserouo]

<3

actually i made a calligraphy thing for him but its too distracting so i yeeted it out the window

[kidokear]

I couldn't replicate the pure vibes I was getting from this plushie, so I decided to lean in a different direction.

The Decepticons are currently on a mech-hunt to find Soundwave's visor (or whoever took it) because they can't take anymore of his terrifying-bordering-on-unhinged eyes that feels like they're looking straight into your spark. Primus heLP THEM-

[angry-glasses]

i know a lot of people like to take Kokichi's flirting with Shuichi seriously, but consider the much funnier alternative:

he was shipbaiting the audience

[ki1ldeer]

I forget a lot that Emmeline can shape shift and they’re a menace about it and that’s like so fun I love shape shifters

[oacest]

ONCE they were notorious for their furious feuding. Barely a week went by without another angry spat between the brothers grim Noel and Liam Gallagher. But now 3am is happy to announce the sibling rivalry which almost tore Oasis apart has dissolved into - dare we say it - brotherly love. And Noel has cemented this outbreak of chumminess with a magnificent gift for Liam's three-week-old son Gene. Not-so-wicked uncle Noel has put pounds 250,000 into a trust fund for the infant. The gift means that, thanks to investment and interest, by the time he comes of age Gene will be a "trustafarian" millionaire. And it spells a new spirit of accord between Noel, 34, and his kid bro Liam, 28, who was touched to the point of tears. A perfectly placed source told us: "When Noel set up Gene's fund Liam was almost lost for words. It was as if the past rows had never happened. Liam just looked at Noel and said, 'F*** me, man… thanks'. "It was a sweet and tender moment between two guys who are supposed to hate each other's guts." It's a peaceful outcome for a family that was always at war.

The Mirror, July 2001

[hanzajesthanza]

the training montage in crossroads re-ignited a headcanon i had of geralt waking up and doing gymnastics, performing kickflips and mid-air spins around on a fencepost outside an hour before sunrise to ‘limber up,’ and bleary-eyed dandelion wrapping himself up in a blanket to be like "heyyy... what the hell are you doing 💖"

[wickedlyqueer]

I like to think that Glinda has some flavor of ADHD and has lived her whole life unaware that ADHD is a thing, much less how to manage it. And while Elphaba is seemingly inherently magical, if she could figure out how to 'trick' her brain into focusing, she could be powerful in ways Elphaba simply can't be. Sorcerer vs Wizard, basically.

Ooooh I like the Sorcerer vs Wizard comparison! Glinda needs to put in so many hours and meanwhile Elphaba is just naturally gifted and born with those powers. Oof! I feel you Glinda.

[mspeevee]

Pikachu (not pictured) went home todayyy so here's another. And finally a new bulb

[thatsbelievable]