#anon response

[zevrra]

thinking about jerking Vik off till he cries and can't think he's such a smart man with so much on his mind all the time he deserves a break where he doesn't have to think AND IM WILLING TO GIVE IT TO HIM..- ram-anon

includes: giving viktor a ‘helping hand’ [mdni, smüt, händjob, öral (m receiving)]

ft. bottom!viktor x gn!reader

extra: RAAA!! thank you for this juicy request i loved writing it so much like breathless, whiney viktor AAA SAVE MEEE!! anyway thank you for the thought i loved this so much kshdkh

you could tell how frustrated viktor had been recently. from the countless nights of sleeping at the lab to the several crumpled up pieces of paper spread along his desk; he was struggling with his latest project. but unfortunately that came with him not sleeping for days— which left you just as frustrated as he was. but when you finally managed to rip viktor away from his work, just long enough to go home and change, possibly eat something, you were reluctant to let him go back to the lab. and the only way you could get him to relax and turn that big brain of his off was to force him to think about only you.

so, after his shower you force him to sit down in a chair in your shared home, planting kisses along his body while you adjust his legs to lay more comfortably for what you had planned.

“my love, what are you doing?” viktor sighs, running a hand across his face as he melts into the chair even though he really shouldn’t. “i need to get back to the lab.”

“nuh uh, you’re going to sit there and relax.” you order with a slight smile. your hands running down the front of his chest and down his thighs, making a slow descent in between his parted legs.

vik lifts an eyebrow at you as you speak, not really understanding what you mean by ‘relax’. you’re unraveling his towel from his thin waist while vik watches on with a tired gaze. and it must have been the several sleepless nights stuck at the lab to cause him to process this so slowly because it takes you fully wrapping a hand around his soft shaft before he even reacts to what you’re doing. his droopy, exhausted eyes fly open wide as your fingers softly grasp around him.

he is definitely awake now. good.

“no more work. no more lab. you need to take a break, v. think of me and only me. right here, right now.” you instruct the man, effortlessly cutting him off before he could protest you, while slowly stroking up towards his head. in response vik sucks a tight breath in through his clenched teeth, amber eyes settling on you in a look of slight irritation. not to worry though, his gaze would quickly soften as time went on for you two; soon he’d look upon you with pleasure in those pretty eyes of his.

unsurprisingly it only takes a few strokes to make vik fully hard. it was all but a simple thumb press against the slit of his head, sliding your fingers across his sensitive tip, before stroking down his shaft to turn him into putty in the palm of your hand; while his own fingers grip the arms of the chair. he groans, eyes fluttering as you press your thumb against his sensitive tip again. soaking in every moan that slips past his lips as your hand jerks him off. stroking him from base to tip, slow and steady, planting kisses along his left knee and thigh.

you move your hand faster at vik‘s sweet moans. taking a second to glance up at his pretty face as he turns bright red, even to the tips of his ears, as he tries his best to look at you through the pleasure.

“you’re so pretty viktor.” you praise against his knee as your hand moves faster. sliding your free hand to grab the base of his cock while your other hand moves faster against his sensitive head, smearing precum every which way.

vik whimpers at your touch and your words. his body tensens as you use both hands along his shaft. his breath hitches in his throat with another whimper, tears clinging to his pretty eyelashes as your hand rubs over his sensitive tip again and again. god, he looked so good like this. under your work, head tilted back, fingers trembling, struggling to sit still, slipping in his chair, and whimpering your name like a prayer.

you needed to get him out of that damn lab more often.

your mouth waters at the sight of the man before you. you lean forward, spit rolling off your tongue and dripping onto the slit of his head before you follow its path and slip him into your mouth.

“d-darling!” vik cries, thrusting his hips upwards and forcing more of himself into your mouth. you take him with ease as he practically fucks himself into your mouth now.

he’s rapidly coming undone now. his fingers manage to tangle into your hair while his hips move erratically. you suck harshly when his cock hits the back of your throat, spit slipping down your chin, causing vik to moan your name.

oh he’s so pathetic and sweet like this. rutting helplessly into your mouth, slipping in the chair he sits in because he’s so eager to come; mind blank with only the thought of how good your mouth feels.

“mmph! i can’t, please!” viktor sobs. his mouth falling open with sinful moans and whimpers. his pretty eyes fall close as he whines your name again and again, chest heaving with every breath he semi-struggles to take as his orgasm burns through his entire being. “coming!” the words slip off his lips with little warning as his climax surges through him. his back arches slightly, forcing the rest of his cock into your throat as he comes.

you keep your mouth wrapped around him until he finally stops moving and his hips do not falter or stop until he’s entirely spent. you take every drop he spills before he begins to whine from overstimulation; so you slip your lips from his cöck but keep your hand slowly stroking along his shaft.

“do you still want to go back to the lab or should we just keep going?” you ask devilishly, smiling up at viktor’s blushing face.

he blinks in his dazed, post-orgasm state but manages to shyly nod in response. “i want to keep going.” he mutters.

good thing you had already planned to keep going. nothing would stop you from pleasing him so he could forget all of his worries.

[playedcrowd5610]

https://www.tumblr.com/playedcrowd5610/779675238148554752/ok-but-adopticons-danny-getting-taken-on-a

Saw this an immediately thought of how funny it would be if “Decepticon” Danny decided to have beef with Prowl specifically. The autobots just witness Soundwave hurling a (from their perspective) regular human teenager (who seems to have the Decepticon logo taped onto his jumpsuit?) at Prowl’s face. And are then doubly shocked at how terrified Prowl is

Soundwave: deploy: Ravage, laserbeak.

Bumblebee: hoo boy here we go agai—

Soundwave, pulling an entire human out of his tape deck(?!): deploy: Danny

Autobots: wtf?

Soundwave: (proceeds to yeet the human with full power)

Autobots: WTF

Danny, zooming towards Prowl at 40mph: 😈

Prowl, recognizing him: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(Danny proceeds to body slam and maul the ever loving shit out of Prowl while Rumble and Frenzy try to take pictures)

HAHAHAH!!! I have been laughing at this for so long! Thank you 🤣

“Decepticon logo taped to his jumpsuit” that’s so funny!

Thank you so much for this masterpiece and I hope someone draws it XD

[yasmindifference]

8 (my birthday is the 8!)

The night is unseasonably warm, barely even cool enough for long sleeves. As such, the suit jacket Jason drapes around Tim's shoulders five minutes into their walk nearly makes him roll his eyes.

He channels his reaction into a girlish giggle instead, then has to swallow a more sincere laugh when he sees how the high-pitched sound nearly cracks Jason's mask.

"You're soooo chivalrous," Tim says, unable to resist pushing that little bit further. His Valley girl impersonation puts a twitch in Jason's eye every time. "Like, swoon."

Jason wraps an arm around Tim's waist--probably solely to disguise the sharp pinch he delivers to Tim's side--and smiles down at him.

"You deserve it, baby," he says, in the same smarmy tone he's been using all night.

It makes Tim want to punch him, a reaction he's sure Jason's eliciting on purpose--after all, he's been doing the same thing with his own Valley girl impersonation.

...It's possible he and Jason aren't taking this mission as seriously as they should be.

Oh well.

In retaliation for the pinch, Tim fakes a stumble over a crack in the sidewalk and drives his elbow into Jason's gut, earning a faint oof he wants to smile over.

Instead, he puts his hands to his face in exaggerated dismay.

"Oh, I'm so clumsy," he says mournfully. "It's so embarrassing..."

Jason brushes his hair (or rather, his wig) out of his face and twists his ear painfully in the process; Tim applies his stiletto heel to the toe of Jason's left shoe.

"You're not clumsy, baby, it's just those shoes," Jason says, voice a little tight--with pain or annoyance? Tim can't tell. "You want me to go get the car?"

"No, no," Tim says, "it's such a nice night--just look at those stars!"

He tips his head back and gazes dreamily at the sky which, being in Gotham, shows not a single star.

"They're so beautiful," he says happily.

"Not as beautiful as you," Jason says, with such smarmy passion that Tim barely remembers to hide the laugh he can't help behind a cough.

"Oh, pookie bear," he says--

--and finally, Jason breaks.

He lets go of Tim's waist to brace his hands against his knees as he cackles, choking out "fucking hell" and "pookie" as he struggles to catch his breath.

Tim just smiles and enjoys the victory.

"Okay," Jason says once he catches his breath, "holy shit, you win. How the fuck did you say that with a straight face?"

"Practice," Tim says dryly. "You play the tough guy too often. You should branch out more, broaden your range. Then you won't be so easy to shake."

Jason gives him a flat look and, straightening to his full height, spreads his arms in a silent invitation to look at him. Admittedly, Jason's height and bulk do make him less than ideal for the kinds of covers Tim prefers.

Tim was bullshitting anyway--Jason might default to tough guy, but he's entirely capable of more versatile covers. And he really wasn't that easy to shake; Tim was kind of expecting to break him when he showed up in a dress, stilettos, and wig without warning. Instead, he lasted all through dinner and a ways into their walk.

"Okay, you lasted a lot longer than I expected," he admits.

Jason smirks. "Admit it, I almost got you at dinner."

It's true that Tim came extremely close to breaking when Jason spoke over and ordered for him at the restaurant. Tim actually didn't get to say a single word to their waitress--not even thank you.

"You almost got a plate dumped in your lap," he corrects. Now that they've given up the covers, he shrugs out of Jason's jacket and hands it back. "I could see Ashley thinking about it every time you cut me off."

"Yeah, that was a close one," Jason agrees. "I doubled my usual tip in thanks for her restraint."

Tim nods in approval. "But yeah, admittedly I was not expecting you to go the--"

"Hello?" Dick's voice breaks in, thick with annoyance and a little too loud over the comms. "Did you guys forget that you have a job to do? This does not sound like an undercover conversation!"

Tim and Jason trade eyerolls.

"Good catch, Dickiebird," Jason says. "We are not in fact undercover."

"Excuse me?"

"Dick," Tim says with extreme patience, "Damian is a trained vigilante. He absolutely does not need us as backup on his first date."

Dick gasps in offense. "We agreed--"

"No, we agreed," Jason corrects.

"Yeah, we agreed your mother-henning was out of control," Tim says. "We tipped off Damian last night so he could change his reservation."

"And got Babs to find something to distract you with so you couldn't come follow him yourself," Jason adds.

Dick splutters.

"Take a deep breath," Tim suggests.

"Chill the fuck out," is Jason's less gentle contribution. "Anyway, we're done for the night. You should call it, too--maybe work on remembering the kid is sixteen and not six."

"Harsh but fair," Tim agrees thoughtfully. "Night, Dick!"

Dick is still spluttering when Tim pulls out his comm.

"How much do I owe you for dinner?" he asks Jason.

Jason shrugs and slings his jacket over one shoulder. "Buy me ice cream, we'll call it even."

"Deal," Tim says.

Because he, unlike Damian, is no longer a teenager, he doesn't ask if going for ice cream constitutes a real date.

He can't stop himself from wondering, though.

Happy early birthday, anon!!! In celebration, this got very long lmao. Prompt #8 was two characters on a nighttime stroll! I hope you enjoyed! ♡♡

[amywritesthings]

I saw your post about people coming to tumblr. I agree with that but don’t you think the people who age up are lowkey pedos?

Hi there! I'll presume this question is out of good faith, so I will answer the same. In the past several years, I think a lot of people have spent more time on the internet throwing around the word 'pedophile' because it's a very gut punch term that evokes panic and deep emotions -- as it should, because it's an incredibly serious accusation.

I ask this: when you started Attack on Titan, did you see Isayama as a pedophile when he aged up Eren and his friends to 19? The aging up in Haikyuu? Or My Hero's epilogue? (I presume your answer is no.)

A lot of people in fandom space right now would rather focus on a witch hunt if someone aged up a 2D, not real, fictional character (say Eren/Armin fic but they're in college, or BakuDeku pro hero fic) than actually focusing on real life victims and advocating real life change.

Why? Because it's harder to do the latter and takes real effort. It's easier to accuse someone anonymously on the internet than actually critically think about real life horrors.

So no, they're not low-key pedos. That's a serious accusation that holds weight, and I need people to start seeing just how insane it is to accuse people of this.

[hp-confessions]

Lily Evans gets too much hate for no reason

Quite the opposite, she’s your typical backstabbing selfish teenage girl and people spent too much time trying to canonise her just because she’s dead.

~

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Idea anon: A yandere Omega whos a childhood friend. You grow up dealing with this overly affectionate best friend who steals all your clothes, scents you, and constantly talks about how you two are going to get married and have kids. Except, your a beta and also kinda uninterested in the whole "kids" thing, so it just wouldn't work out.

Omega decides "screw that" and starts forcing you to transistion to an Alpha- Drugs, hormones, stimulants, the whole nine yards. You don't even realize it until you wake up to them administering a hormone shot when you had been sleeping. By then, its too late.

Everytime you try to reject them or argue, they just release Horny Omega Pheremones(tm) and not having that lifetime of self restraint that most Alphas do means that your pining them down and fucking until you pass out. It doesn't help that they have more stamina, too, so they can outlast any amount of your rage sex.

They're pregnant by their first heat, and the hormones make them completely insaitiable. You know no peace and have given up by your first rut. Not in love, just kinda hiving up and letting Oemga do whatever.

Bonus if the kids are just as obsessed with you (minus incest, of course.) and you just can't bring yourself to earnestly love them. Crying when they say they love you, horrible at remembering names and birthdays, not giving them affections. You keep them alive, and thats it. All you can see when you look at them is the person who ruined your life.

Wow.

Anon your brain is beautiful.

You should really write this.

[yandereend]

Omg I need more yandere king 🤧🤧 Maybe about the king's typical day with darling? 💕 Take care of yourself <3

For sure my lovely anon! Hope you like it <3

Yandere Kings typical day

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Tw: yandere stuff, mostly soft stuff in this story

Please keep in mind that English is not my native language

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Yandere King wakes up rather early so he mostly lets you sleep in while he gets ready

Yandere King always wants to look his best for you so he dresses up and sometimes puts on a bit of makeup (I mean aristocrats have been doing that a lot back in the day)

Yandere King then wakes up his kids so they can all greet you in the morning (your stepchildren)

Yandere King loves cuddling with his family and is so happy that everyone is giving him love out if their free will :)

Yandere King then sits you on his lap during breakfast and feeds you, he lovds seeing your sleepy face up close

Yandere King hates the next part of his day since he has to be away from his beloved and has to actually work

Btw your chained to his bed while he is away with the only company being his 2 kids from a previous marriage, he really wants you three to get along so what can be better than locking you all up in a room for 8 hours a day? :)

Yandere King pushes through and gets back in the early evening, oh how lovely the chain around your leg looks

Yandere King then spends quality time with you and his children since he really wants to form a family together

Yandere King loves relaxed evenings with a good book and you in his lap (your always in his lap, he’s a bit into infantilizing I believe)

Yandere King would gently kiss you when the castle is quiet and pulls you into your shared bed

Yandere King would end his perfect day with a session of passionate love making while telling you how much he loves you (and already planning your first child together)

Yandere King falls asleep to the sound of your praises not caring that he forces you to say them

Yandere King would do anything for you, but he expects a bit of your love back

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Thanks for reading everyone, I hope you liked it and 🩵feel free to send asks🩵

[bxriles]

your not better then me bc you write your fics and I use ai to help me with writers block and scenes. stop being a gatekeeper. ai is a tool and ppl like you need to get over yourselves. you call us grifters when your the real one who is just mad that ai fics are better than ur badly written ones

I am not saying that I am better than you because I choose to actually write while you choose to enter a prompt into a generator. You are the one who said that. Not me.

What I am saying is that the act of you entering a prompt into a program and having the program generate an entire fic/chapter/scene/book/whatever for you that you did not write does not make you a "writer" or "author" in a traditional sense. If that sounds harsh or hurts your feelings, I do not know what to tell you. You did not write that scene. You wrote a prompt and entered it into a program and let the program write the scene for you. I guess(?) you can argue that you're a "writer" because you wrote the prompt that you entered into Chat GPT or whatever the fuck people use, but writing a few words/sentences for a prompt is very different from writing a narrative.

What I do not understand is why tech bros and AI fanatics have this weird obsession with being lauded as authors and artists and creatives when they clearly do not care about the labor behind *being* those things. Creatives do what we do because we love the process. Would I love to be a full-time author who is on the NYT best-seller list every week? OF COURSE!! But that's not why I write. I write because I love the act of writing and I would argue that 99.999% of creatives feel the same way. I don't really care if someone considers me a "writer" or not. I know I'm a writer because that's what I do. I write. AI fanatics INSIST on being considered writers when they're not even writing. I just don't get it. (Note: I'm using writing as an example because that's my creative outlet of choice. This of course also applies to artists/photographers/other creatives.)

Finally, that is not what grifter means. Per Merriam Webster: "grift" is to "to obtain (money or property) illicitly (as in a confidence game)." I am not obtaining any money or property by being Anti Generative AI. So no, I am not a "grifter" because I hate gen AI. AI grifters are the people who use AI to spew out books in a matter of minutes that they then post on Amazon to turn a quick profit.

[squoxle]

Your bio says I can request a fantasy if my own so here goes one…

“CAN EYE SUQ YAUR BO00OB?”

Ummm…I think I know what u want 😏 (this is a little different from my usual, but why not lol)

"𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑀𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈" ~ 𝐻𝓎𝓊𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒻 𝟣𝟪+

🎵pairing: SKZ Hyunjin!bf x Reader!gf | 🎵wc: 1.1k | 🎵summary: Your boyfriend Hyunjin is obsessed with playing with your tits. |🎵cw: 🔞MDNI!! Pure smut…but mostly just tit fondling and hardcore making out...♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

You joined Hyunjin at the dance studio to watch him practice. A lot of times Hyunjin just wanted to dance for fun, but he also really liked when you joined him. To be honest, you weren't as good of a dancer as he was, but you knew how to at least keep up with him.

"Damn..." Hyunjin swore under his breath as you entered the studio.

"What?" you asked as you watched Hyunjin run his fingers through his fluffy hair.

"I kinda wish we would've stopped for coffee," he said sucking his teeth.

"I can go get some for you if you want it that badly," his eyes shot up at your comment.

"Really?!"

"Sure," you giggled.

"Here's my card," he said before pulling out his wallet. "Just go to the coffee shop in the lobby. You can get yourself something too," he smiled.

"Alright, I'll be right back," you waved before leaving your boyfriend behind in the studio.

You ordered Hyunjin an iced americano and got yourself an iced peach tea. You heard music playing as you made your way back to the studio. You walked in and sat against the mirror, next to the Bluetooth speakers connected to Hyunjin's phone.

"Oooh," Hyunjin smiled bouncing over to grab his drink. "Thank you~" he said cutely before kissing you on the cheek, making you giggle.

“What’d you get,” he said plopping down next to you.

“I couldn’t decide between a matcha latte and a strawberry frappe so I just got peach tea,” you said before sipping your drink.

“How do you come from a frappe and a latte to peach tea,” Hyunjin chuckled.

“You already know I’m indecisive,” you smiled nudging his shoulder.

“Hmm yeah. Well, I think I’m ready to dance again,” Hyunjin said before jumping to his feet and extending a hand towards you.

“Umm…what do you think you’re doing,” you raised a brow.

“Indirectly asking my lovely girlfriend to dance with me,” he smiled harshly showing nearly every tooth in his mouth.

You sighed and grabbed his hand as he pulled you to your feet.

☆Now Playing: Company - Justin Bieber ☆

01:13 ━━━━●───── 03:28 ᴠᴏʟᴜ��ᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

link to the dance you did>>obviously the first duo

Hyunjin played Company from his phone, a choreography that you two had practiced a few times, but never done it completely right.

You watched yourself in the mirror as you copied Hyunjin’s moves. You danced closer to the mirror for the first few movements before stepping back to dance right next to him. There was a part where you stood in front of Hyunjin while he was down on one knee. The next move was for him to grab your hand and ease his way up your body, but he took a moment to pause at your boobs. He shook his face between your tits before rising to his feet.

You gave him a dirty look as you followed through to the next step of wrapping your leg around him for a spin. Instead of just grabbing the back of your leg, you could feel his hands caress your ass before sliding down to the normal position.

You could feel the sexual tension rising as you saw the smirk on his face. You smiled and shook your head as you continued the dance. The next few step were separate from each other, but when it was time for him to dance behind you, you weren’t surprised when he grabbed your boobs in his hands.

“Ahhh! Hyunjin! Focus,” you laughed.

You could hear his little snickers from behind as he followed you to the floor for the next step. Hyunjin decided to “improvise” by grinding himself against you before pushing himself off of you. You smirked as you did the next move, pushing yourself back on the floor as he walked closer to you, before rising to your feet.

He placed his fingers on your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. It was quick as he went into the next move, dancing with you in his arms.

At this point you could tell that Hyunjin had given up on the dance and was now just concerned with getting his lips on your body.

He held your face in his hands as he met your lips. “Touch me like this,” you said as you gently pulled away moving his hands from your face to your ass. You watched the lustful smirk appear on Hyunjin’s face as he grabbed your ass in one hand and wrapped your waist in the other. He fell into your neck, kissing everything from your lips to your jaw to your neck.

The song played continuously in the background as Hyunjin turned your body around, putting your ass against him. Now, you were facing the mirror. You watched as he wrapped one hand around your throat and the other traveled from between your legs to his favorite spot, your tits.

He massaged your boob in his hands as he fell into your lips, inserting his tongue as you grinded your ass against him. You felt as he started to slowly move his hips forward with your movements.

You were enjoying this so much you accidentally moaned in his mouth. He stopped to look at you before walking you over to the bench where you straddled him, feeling his hard-on against your folds. He pulled up your shirt, revealing your tits that he eagerly bit into while gripping your ass.

You knew it was about to get dirty quick so you pulled your shirt completely off, exposing your bra. Hyunjin smiled and reached his hands around your back to unhook your bra. The straps hung lazily around your shoulders as Hyunjin enjoyed your nude breasts.

*Click*

The sound of the door opening nearly made you turn around in shock, but Hyunjin stopped you, by pulling you tightly into his chest.

“Woah! What’s going on in here?” Felix said as he entered the room. “I thought you said you were practicing the dance today,” he continued.

“Hehe…I was…but umm…could you give us a second,” Hyunjin nervously stumbled over his words.

“Sure, mate. Just so you know the others are coming up here too,” Felix chuckled before opening the door. “Don’t worry I’ll let you know when the get close,” he whispered before stepping out.

Both of you let out a relieved sigh.

“That was really close,” you said as you fastened your bra.

“Yeah, and we were just getting started,” Hyunjin added as he reached down to pick up your shirt.

He helped by pulling it over your head as you wiggled your arms through. Hyunjin reached around to pull your hair out.

“Oh hey guys! What took you so long?” You heard Felix shout coupled with other chatter.

“We’ll finish this when we get back home,” Hyunjin said as he kissed your cheek before running to open the door.

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

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[youdisgust]

LOLOLOL HIII I need anything about L, doesn't matter if it's smut or fluff. Maybe something the reader is a confectioner/baker and she loves baking cakes and other things for him, and he likes to watch VERY intensely (I honestly don't know if he would steal some of the sweet dough or not, or maybe eat when reader says NO because it's hot, but he doesn't care and burns his hand and mouth, silly) — 🍰 anon

Sweets

WC: 370

"L I already told you to stop," you chuckle, gently batting his hand away. You were trying to surprise him with sweets, but that's not going as planned. Two batches of cookies down, one in the oven, and you're already working on a fourth. It’s hard to concentrate, though. When your back is turned, he's sneaking cookies or licking the whisk. His company is lovely, but it’s quite frustrating.

He loves studying you, he's captivated by the way you estimate measurements instead of just using a cup. He loves watching as beads of sweat form on your brow from mixing to roughly, the grimace on your face when an egg yolk bursts on your hand. He's obsessed. 

"I'm sorry," he grins sheepishly, "I can't help myself."

You give him a sten, motherly look before finishing a batch of peanut butter cookies and popping them in the oven. A few moments later, the timer dings. You pull out a tray of delicious chocolate chip cookies, set them on the counter, and start scrolling through your phone when you hear a glass clatter to the floor.

“Ouch.”

Spinning around, you spot L sucking his finger, a spilled glass of chocolate milk on the ground. You huff, starting a lecture. "I told you to stop! Now look at you.  That could blister your thumb!" You reach out and take his finger from his mouth and inspect it. Red and warm, but he’ll be fine.

"Just a first-degree burn, only the top layer. It won't blister. It does hurt, though." He frowns, looking up at you.

Sighing, you pull him into the bathroom, rummaging in a drawer for burn cream. After squirting some onto his finger, you notice his big, tender eyes watching you intently. "Much better," you tease, laughing. "But being the world's smartest detective doesn't mean you're always right. You really should listen to me more."

You pull him into a gentle kiss, and he returns it, cupping your face. He didn't mean to disobey; he knows you're only trying to help, but he can't resist the smell of those cookies.

 "Oh my gosh, I forgot the other cookies!" you exclaim, dashing from the bathroom to find them burnt to a crisp.

short and simple, hope you like it!

[toram-toram]

what's ur chilchuck dick size headcanons i need all the deets🤲

AAAAAA NOOOO DONT ASK TOUGH QUESTIONSSSSS

I LOVE EVERY SINGLE OPTION

I just love men (the concept not the real thing) and their bodies, any type.

So I imagine Chilchuck with a small, average, medium or big Chuck… it depends on the day really

Usually when I draw him I try to make it an average size, sometimes girthy, sometimes slim… I just love it all…

I will be posting a drawing of him tomorrow and honestly?? I loved how his 🐓 turned out 😋 I think I’ll be trying to replicate it more often!

What about you anon? And others who are reading this?? What are your headcannons for that kawk?

TW: nsfw

[zevrra]

I can have Arcane characters with a reader who seems cute and innocent, but is actually a pervert with her love, always teasing them, you know, kissing them in public and or touching them without people seeing, until they want more... then the reader stops out of nowhere and pretends nothing happened, something like that... how would they react to the reader's sexy provocations? How crazy do they get?

includes: teasing jayce at a council party and leaving him wanting more. (slightly nsfw, mostly suggestive!)

ft. jayce talis x gn!reader

extra: thank you so much for the request anon!! i hope this is what you had in mind and that you enjoy it!! <3

it was never fair how good jayce talis looked on a regular day but when he showed up for a council party, looking better than he usually did; well it turned every head in the room. still wasn’t fair anyone else got to look at him— not when you were the one at his side. even so, you kept a timid smile one your face, mingling with the crowd as you went until you couldn’t take it anymore.

off in some little corner of this giant building, you pushed jayce into the shadows, pouting up at him. “everyone is staring at you.” you grumble, sliding your hands down his broad chest, pushing him against the wall.

jayce softly gasps at your sudden roughness but cracks a small smirk when his back hits the wall. “what? are you jealous?” he whispers, face hidden in the shadows of the corner. you glare up at him, not even bothering to answer— he already knew it was the truth. “it’s really cute.” he adds, caressing the side of your face.

oh? so he wanted cute? you could definitely give him cute.

you yank him down to your height by his tie, kissing him deeply. his hands immediately wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you in closer to him as he more than merrily kisses you back. you hum happily into his mouth as he holds you gently; while you had anything but gentle on your mind. you bite down on his bottom lip, eating up his gasp and his follow up groan. you move your hands down his chest once more, slow and firm, before your fingers hit his belt.

“right here?” jayce grunts as he breaks the kiss. looking down at your fingers, watching as you tug at the metal around his waist.

“why not?” you mutter and he returns to chasing your lips for another heated kiss. it was entirely unexpected of you to act like this and you knew it turned jayce on. with nimble fingers you drag out undoing his belt for as long as you, bringing the tension between you two to a rough boil as jayce grows ever impatient. you smile as you slip your hand down the front of his pants, fingers groping his hardening cöck through his underwear. you grab a nice handful, eating up jayce’s sweet moan he lets slip into your mouth, before you pull entirely away from him.

“hmm, so cute,” you hum as you look at jayce. who in turn looks dazed and a little shocked at the lack of your touch. “but we have a party to return to.” you add, licking your lips with a twisted smirk.

jayce, now fully coming out of his confused state, stares at you with his jaw basically on the floor. he stumbles as he quickly tries to put his belt back together but keeps messing it up in his hurry. “that’s not fair!” he whines under his breath as he finally puts his belt back together. but his hard on is far more apparent now with his tightened pants.

he definitely couldn’t go back to the party like that. which is exactly what you hoped for. you shrug, beginning to move back towards the party. “guess you’ll just have to find me later.” you respond before disappearing back to the party, leaving him to his own devices.

you knew when ‘later’ came around you’d be pounded into his mattress, crying his name as he reminds you that you’re his but that would be later. for now, you get to enjoy the thought of jayce wandering the council party with a slightly uncomfortable hard on and with you constantly being in the back of his mind. and that made being stuck here, watching other’s talk to your handsome lover, so worth it.

[playedcrowd5610]

Ok but adopticons Danny getting taken on a scouting trip to spy on the autobots, and just being given the instructions of ‘cause problems on purpose’.

Prowl: he’s in the walls! He’s in the goddamn walls!!

L

This is so funny given the upcoming chapters LMAO

[yourfxllenangel]

17 & 37?

17. What's the kinkiest thing you've done?

• (When I made this I forgot I was still a virgin so these are not gonna be as naughty as you think bc mommy is not a whore… yet)

•The kinkiest thing I’ve done has probably been when my ex gave me her little egg vibrator and made me wear it to class. Luckily i only had one that day but she made it hell. (And she didn’t even fuck me afterwards??? Like I was such a good girl cmon)

37. Biggest turn on?

• Omg, literally all of them

• I really like it when I know my partner has a dominant (aura?) - Such as, dressing like they’re in charge, to the point where even their own friends subconsciously believe they’re the dominant one… And then forcing them down over the nearest surface when we’re alone to turn them into a submissive mess (and the opposite way around; If they’re appearance is submissive but I know they’re gonna be making my legs shake tonight)

• Or yk, something else that’s normal…

[yasmindifference]

trick or treat! 🎃🎃

(i tried the generator and got this wonderful prompt if you wanna give it a shot)

Have one of your characters give the other a tension-filled, flirty palm reading. Bonus points if their reading is total bullshit they're making up on the spot as an excuse to touch the other.

happy halloween!!! 🦇🦇🦇🎃👻🎃🦇🦇🦇 unfortunately, the muse doesn't feel like writing anything substantial at the moment, so how about a sneak peek instead? i've been poking at this fic for a while...originally it was for the animal transformation prompt during last year's(?) jaytim week, but it didn't work out. featuring robin!jason as the unfortunate victim of animal transformation, and tim as the good-hearted bat-stalker who takes a lost little kitten home:

Jason is contemplating how many months it’ll take him to walk all the way to Bristol, trying not to cry, when a sudden metallic SCREECH nearly scares him out of his skin.

Fun fact: the adorable bristling thing startled cats do? Not as fun from this side of it.

It takes him several heart-stopping minutes to identify the ongoing rattling sound as a fire escape, and then…well, then he just feels silly, because it turns out the source of his terror is a little boy climbing down said fire escape.

Wait.

Embarrassment fading in favor of concern, Jason creeps closer, watching the kid descend. It’s gotta be like four in the morning by now. Where is he going?

Looking at the kid’s backpack, his first thought is he’s running away. But then the kid hits the ground and, once he’s close enough for Jason to read his expression, he doesn’t look scared or upset or whatever. Actually, he doesn’t really look like anything at all, except maybe tired.

He’s moving like this is some regular errand. Just sneaking out at four a.m. at age baby.

[hp-confessions]

My Marauders height headcanon is basically Sirius>Remus>James>Peter. James being the same height as Harry makes me doubt he was ever tall. Is he ever described as tall by anyone who's not young Harry? I don't remember it. And Harry was always told he looked like James, even when he was really short so James mustn't have been that tall. My headcanon is he just had lanky proportions but he was average height. 5'8" at most.

James was described as tall from Voldemort’s POV of him attacking the Potters on Halloween:

They had not drawn the curtains; he saw them quite clearly in their little sitting room, the tall black-haired man in his glasses, making puffs of colored smoke erupt from his wand for the amusement of the small black-haired boy in his blue pajamas. The child was laughing and trying to catch the smoke, to grab it in his small fist. ... 

Whereas Remus is never once described as tall (by Harry or in the narrative). So:

Sirius -> James -> Remus -> Peter.

Harry may have been short when he was younger, but he had significant growth spurts as he got older.

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