#draft :3

[silmecicle]

Some old c!Dream art I never posted

[hinamie]

trick or treat!

[s-h-a-s-e]

...and then they were attacked by gnomes lol

This is what I cleverly entitled "Six-point comic" (AKA Dipper discovering journal 3 in a universe where Mabel also has polydactyly)

The inspiration was this over on Ao3 by @wickerss-s (hope you don't mind being @'d)

Bonus:

[the-maw-consumes]

do you think it'll let up soon?

static version:

[moechies]

“shit, this pussy’s damn tight, girl.” toji chuckles, leaned against the wooden headboard of his mattress, with your pretty cunt impaled on his dick. you’re sat upon the man’s lap, back slumped into his bigger body as he lifts your legs to your chest with a singular arm.

“hnn—! thank y-you, thank you, thank you !” you slur, holding onto the man’s bigger arm for leverage as he pumps his cock against your cunt, your round butt slapping against his pelvis.

“tch,” he smirks, “thank you? haven’t heard that one b’fore.” his thrusts come to a slow, leaving you breathless and dazed. you lay back against the man’s chest as he continues lazy but brutal pumps to your poor cunt, pushing against him in an attempt to get him to slow.

“hnn.. ‘m sorry..” you cry out, embarrassed, face growing flushed as your nose scrunches at the memory of a few seconds prior.

toji can’t help but fall into a short fit of laughing at your adorable innocence, soft lips curled into a mean smirk, “‘s alright, sweet thing. yer so polite, hm?” he taunts, pressing a weighted kiss against your lips. you slip your tongue against his before you lose the chance, pressing your face closer to the man’s touch.

“y’take cock like a naughty brat, though.” he whispers in between a breath.

his sloppy tongue overrules yours, slowly but surely swallowing you whole. he peeks through a sliver of his eye, watching you pant into his mouth with your eyes squeezed tight, drool leaking down your chin, so entirety focused on kissing him back. “toji—“ you mewl.

“ya started it,” he mumbles against your swollen lips, giving your cunt a soft slap. you jerk and cry against his hold, pushing the said assaulting hand away, making him giggle. “what a dumb little thing.”

“please ! ‘m gonna c-cum! toji, please, please—“ you cry as his thrusts get harder, pace becomes sloppier, before it all comes to an abrupt stop.

your pants slow, gentle mewls that leave your lips as you begin to fall into a fit of sobs. “no..” toji breaks a grin, petting against your hair whispering sweet praises, “‘m sorry doll, daddy’s tired. let me have a break, yeah?” he adores how you look up to him with bleary eyes, chest full of pained hiccups as you attempt to bounce yourself atop his cock in your position. “..w-wanna cum!”

“don’t be so selfish, sweet thing. ‘m old, ‘s what ya get for hangin’ around me.” he lies through his teeth. pace slowly resuming. his creamy, slicked up cock causes his thrusts to grow in noise, face flushing at the evidence of the use of your poor cunt.

“daddy —!”

“shhh, settle down and let daddy focus, yeah?” he mumbles breathlessly against the shell of your ear, “or else daddy might get too tired.. and won’t be able to finish ya off.” he sighs.

[spookys4pphic]

where’s that attitude from earlier, brat?

you were so loud, so mouthy, whining about how bad you needed me, how desperate you were to be touched.

but now look at you

tied up and trembling, grinding against my thigh like it’s the only thing keeping you sane.

what happened to all that confidence?

too much for you now?

can’t handle a little overstimulation?

i haven’t even taken your panties off, baby, and you’re already soaking through them.

already crying a little because i won’t let you finish.

you keep bucking your hips like i’ll give in.

like i’ll finally rub your clit just right.

but you don’t deserve that.

not yet.

not after the way you acted.

“stay still,” i say against your ear, fingers gripping your thighs tighter as you squirm.

you whimper, try to press closer.

i slap the inside of your thigh, not hard, just enough to make you freeze.

“i said still.”

then i go back to it.

soft circles.

light brushes with my fingertips and the edge of a soft toy.

barely touching, never enough.

over and over.

you beg, voice wrecked, hips twitching.

“please,” you whisper.

“please, i need it.”

i just smile and kiss the corner of your mouth.

“should’ve behaved earlier, sweetheart. now you get to lie there and take exactly what i give you.”

[adam-scott]

Bend It Like Beckham (2003)

[littlegreen]

blur: i am the top hat man and if i didn’t work at the british bank then maybe i could tolerate the youth of today lalalala

pulp: come closer… cause i’m going to tell you a secret… last friday night i had sex with your mother. (inhale) oh yeah. and let me tell you another secret… this coming thursday… im gonna do it again. alright.

oasis: i’m never going to die i’ll touch the sky and sex drugs and rock and roll will keep me alive

suede: is your boyfriend as bisexual as me

[folyxfanart]

[robo-writing]

Cockwarming with Logan is one of those ideas that sound good on paper, but could never work in reality. Listen up, and I’ll tell you why. (18+)

The heat of you enveloping him is nirvana itself, your hands on his body sending him to cloud nine. They linger on his chest, pawing, caressing, blazing a trail from his collarbone to his face, nails burying themselves into the darkened locks as you stare at him with nothing short of pure adoration.

“Feel good?” You ask, and he’s so drunk off you that he can only bring himself to nod, breath hitching when your hips circle themselves in his lap. Your laughter is nothing short of melodic, pressing yourself into the broad length of his chest.

He feels everything like this—the heat of your nude body against his, the scent of your body wash, your shaky breaths—every sense on overdrive. It’s there you sit, unmoving, unwavering, every movement causing your pussy to clench around him, and in turn, makes his chest rumble appreciatively.

“Should listen to you more often,” Logan mumbles, biting his lip at the feeling of you nibbling at his neck. “Just full of bright ideas, ain’tcha?”

“Full of a lot of things,” you sigh, and the sound makes his cock twitch.

But, there’s something missing.

Your quiet whimpers, your doe eyes staring at him from above—the way your pussy clenches in response to every touch, pulsing around his cock—it’s good, but it’s not enough.

Tugging at him, an itch he can’t scratch, it gnaws away at his mind until he finds himself searching for more, and the realization hits him like a wave.

It’s patience he lacks, an epiphany that has his lips curling into a smirk. It’s a lesson soon learned when his fingers dig into your hips and lift, surprise evident on your face. His downfall, as with most things, is his lack of patience. When it comes to you, he could even go as far to call it greed.

“Logan?” You ask, not a word given in response. His palms run up your back, large digits squeezing at your flesh, and yet the feeling does little to settle the sudden flare of nerves that build in your core. The calm before the storm, the impending sense of doom, women’s intuition—or maybe it’s because you’ve become intimately familiar with the devious smile that spreads across Logan’s face.

“Logan? What are you—“

You’re soon cut short, interrupted by the feeling of him slamming you back onto his cock, your short gasp making ego soar to new heights.

“Sorry doll, change of plans,” he grunts, bouncing you on his lap without a care in the world. The sudden change of pace has you scrambling for purchase, hands clamoring around his neck as you struggle to keep up.

“Logan, wait—ohmygod—“ you whine, and the sound is like music to his ears. His attempt at soothing your worries is his hand sliding across your ass, the sharp sting of it making you jump, but lucky for you Logan’s there to pull you back onto his cock.

Up, down, up, down. A constant rhythm that finally satiates the beast within him, the dull thud of skin on skin enough to have him melting into his chair, a wave of content spreading through every vein of his body. In contrast, you feel your own becoming more tense by the second; toes curling, breath caught in your throat, an incomprehensible string of noises leaving your lips as Logan watches with bated breath.

He tuts at you, the sound nothing short of mocking. “No runnin’ away sweetheart, this was your idea.”

“Not like this,” you moan, hiding yourself in his neck. “Wanted to relax…”

Your voice trails off, unable to speak when Logan’s practically fucking every rational thought from your head. Slowly but surely, any idea of protest is drowned out by the heat that burns inside of you, a dull ember that builds into a blaze, unable to focus on anything that isn’t Logan or his cock grinding inside you.

You can hear his laughter bellowing deep within his chest, amused at your brainless state, right before he quickens his pace. “Trust me sweetheart, I’m real fuckin’ relaxed right now.”

[silmecicle]

erm… very old fallen duo thingz

i need to draw them again

[concerningwolves]

favourite things about first drafts:

square brackets with notes to self mid-line like [does this make sense with worldbuilding?]

ah yes, Main Character and their closest friends, Unnamed Character A and Unnamed Character B.

bullshitting your way through something that you probably definitely need to research later

also square brackets to link up scenes. [scene transition idk] my beloved

the total freedom of word vomits

"I'll fix that later"

the moment when the world and characters start to gain a life of their own

pieces falling into place as you write that you were uncertain about before you started

the accomplishment of Made A Thing

[fagmundo]

I want it [Buck's next relationship] to feel fun, flirty, and lived in throughout its, assuming it's a long-term thing, domestication. I just want it to feel like a good time. – OLIVER STARK

We gotta figure something out with Eddie. But I think the next relationship should be something life-changing that it just throws him off for a loop. – RYAN GUZMAN

EVAN BUCKLEY AND EDDIE DIAZ THROUGH THE SEASONS

9-1-1 on FOX / ABC (2018 – ...)

[cherrytonacademy]

if this doesn't make it into the anime i will riot

[majoryeager104]

The thoughts of morning cuddles with Katsuki are making me lose my mind

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You woke up warm.

Like the sun had snuck under the blankets and curled around you, except it wasn’t the sun, it was Katsuki, all heat and muscle, wrapped around you like he had no plans of letting go. To be fair, he didn’t.

His arm was draped over your waist, palm splayed protectively across your stomach. His face was buried in your neck, soft breaths tickling your skin. You could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest, and hear the faint sleepy grunt he made when you shifted just slightly.

“Katsuki,” you whispered.

“Nngh. Don’t move.”

You merely smiled, shifting again. “We should get up…” you said quietly, rubbing his back. He merely muttered “No.” Before he tugged you closer and buried his nose in your hair. “Stay. Fuckin. still.” You laughed softly. “You’re such a softie in the morning.”

“Shut up.” He growled, though there was no bite in his tone. Nonetheless, he didn’t let go, warm fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt, just to rest on your skin. Not suggestive, just close.

You reached up to play with his hair, scratching gently at his scalp, and in response he melted into you like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“…Five more minutes,” he muttered.

“You said that ten minutes ago.”

“I lied.”

You smiled, eyes closing again. “Okay. Five more.” He grunted in response and held you tighter, sighing contentedly against your skin, his warm breath tickling your collarbone once more as he squeezed closer. Cutie.

Needless to say, you kept cuddling a little longer than five minutes

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[cherryluvss]

Clitwarming >>

Just imagining myself lounging around at home while my s/o is working tirelessly at their desk. They haven't taken a break as they know they have to get this work finished but they're nowhere near done.

So I decide to waltz myself over to their home office and take my usual spot under the desk, but I simply place my chin on the base of the chair between their legs, like a puppy craving attention from it's owner.

"I'm sorry baby but I'm so busy right now, you're gonna have to wait a bit okay?" they coo, cupping my cheek with their hand and showing a sincere smile before putting all their focus back onto the computer screen.

But I want to be the one that helps you out, helps you relieve some stress without having to move from the desk.

"Can we try something? I promise it won't be too distracting, trust me" I whisper faintly, perching up slightly on my knees and trailing my fingertips along their exposed thigh.

It's getting late so all they're wearing is an oversized shirt, luckily that makes it easier for me see what I want.

Before they can even get a word in I place my soft lips around the hood of their neglected clit, my tongue just resting peacefully against the bud of nerves. I won't make any sudden movements though, like I said, I won't be too distracting.

The sweet sound of their breathy gasp as they look back down at me, their thighs closing in on my head to prop it up.

Every now and then I feel them rock against my tongue, their wetness seeping into my mouth with each one whilst I stay put.

That's all I'm here for after all, to keep their clit warm in my mouth whilst they use my tongue whenever they need some added friction.

Also helps keep my oral fixation at bay😉