#he showered

[grimprotector]

Tw: suggestive? At least a lil?

Anyway, one of those impulsive drawings.

[lokutofu]

World’s Greatest Detective fails to correctly identify his children 😭

[megneato]

Jayce has a shower for the first time in months while having an existential breakdown about killing his partner..

[luvcaleb]

18+ (nsfw) thoughts about caleb living his horny teenager self's dream. contains pseudocest, usage of gege, and fantasies of underage sex (because, again, caleb was a horny teenager). if you feel uncomfortable reading this kind of content, please scroll away. (this is straight up porn lol what is plot)

during spring cleaning, you come across your old high school uniform tucked away in a little, dusty box. the uniform that caleb has very strong feelings for.

because as it so happens, high school was probably the horniest period of caleb's life. it also happens to be the most repressed period of his life because laying a finger on his precious "little sister" would be several degrees immoral.

you probably have no idea how much that goddamn skirt has tormented him in the past, but you can see an excited glimmer in his eyes. yes, that period of his life has passed. his desire, however, has not waned in the slightest.

so of course you spend the following afternoon reenacting every one of his dirty fantasies, dressed in your uniforms.

pushing you down the bed the moment you arrive home after school. sucking down your neck as he fondles your tits over your shirt, humping against your panties. rubbing his cock over your clothed pussy, soaked with how wet you are.

caleb grabs your ponytail when you give him a blowjob, because that's how you always tied up your hair back then. groans when you rub his cock between your tits, straight out of the stupid porn he used to watch, the tip peeking out your breasts drooling with precum. he binds your wrists together with his tie before he eats you out so you can't resist while he laps at your clit, plunging three fingers inside your cunt, not stopping even when his jaw gets tired until he's made you squirt on his tongue.

he makes you sit on his face, his nose rubbing against your clit, licking up all the cum and slick from your pussy. breathes in your erotic scent as he's trapped between your plump thighs and your skirt, uncaring if he suffocates. he pushes you back to his mouth with his evol each time you try to run away, begging you to squirt on his face again, pleading that he has to taste you.

and after all of that, caleb still hasn't had enough. because there's no end to his desire, bottled up since he could remember. he can't imagine a time he'll ever be satisfied.

he doesn't really take off any part of your uniform, no. he bunches up your shirt to grope at your bare tits, flips up your skirt, pulls your panties to the side so he can thrust his cock to your pussy.

caleb fucks you from behind, pulling out in time before he can cum, just so he could rub his dick and spill his thick load all over your clothed ass. he lets you ride him as you hold up your school skirt, giving him the full view of your cunt swallowing his girthy cock, streams of your wetness gliding down his veins. he watches your face twist in pleasure with unrestrained delight, giving you a little help by pounding at the spot that drives you crazy, and isn't surprised by the spray of squirt that comes out of you for the nth time that day, soaking his shirt and the sheets below.

"fuck, pips," he groans, still fucking up to your cunt as you cum messily all over him. "should i have done this before? huh? would you have enjoyed this back then if i just pushed you down and fucked you like the slut you are?"

"ahn, yes, fuck!" your tongue lolls out of your mouth, eyes rolled back. "i, haah, thought about this too, mmgh, fuuuck... being gege's little slut...!"

"yeah?" caleb pants, pinching your clit. "you wanted to be gege's cumdump? fucked everyday just to please me?"

"ah, ah, yeah, mm, yes, more..." you spread your legs wider, showing him more of your pussy overflowing with cum. "anything for gege...!"

his lips quirk into a manic smile. "then stay like this for a little longer." caleb gives your thigh a mean slap, making you whine. "show gege what you've got."

[jeyumi]

Starscream’s job interview is going great! Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll get the position.

Starstay AU: 1 2 3 4

[milkamel]

AU idea: PV never regains memories, ancients don't reunite and the beasts are freed. Soul jam's powers are weak so SMilk aims to forcefully make PV remember and takes him to the spire (Little does SM know he'll get attached to this little compassionate Healer)

More details about this AU (currently called Slumbering Truth AU): Basically it starts off with Smilk being terrible and basically doing what he was doing in the 8th episode, trying to make PV remember and playing with his mind for his entertainment. He knows who PV used to be but PV knows nothing about him or his own past. He's confused as to why would this powerful cookie need him but decides to submit in exchange for the village being safe.

At first Healer is uncomfortable and nervous but gradually despite Smilk's intimidating look decides to play along his games and get to know him better. Smilk is surprised by the other's behavior (and unexpected wits and trickery) and what started with the urge to break PV down slowly became an urge to keep the other close since the other's intentions to know him were genuine and comforting and SMilk hated the thought of losing that (not that he'd admit that. he needs that Healer to see him suffer, right?).

Now he doesn't want Healer to remember, he doesn't snap at that cookie as much, he wants him to stay in this blissful lie because if PV knew the truth then he'd definitely leave Smilk and lock him again. If Healer knew the truth he'd turn against him instantly, Smilk was sure. For the first time in a long time, Smilk felt like he found someone to who he was connected and he wasn't going to let anything ruin that.

(It's a wip so I might change some stuff along the way)

[lazylittledragon]

dndads s1 you're so special to me

[hexcii]

This is how I deal with the fact that I’m slowly developing the fainting part of my disability. It’s not fun

I don’t think Moon (or Sun for that matter) would be good at handling someone fainting around them (they’re like yay!! Finally sleeping!! :DD …wait a minute-)

He’s a lil confused

Awgh <//33

[theatre-mqn]

Okay so I know the fandom has collectively agreed that Rumi was probably overheating constantly (especially in the summer) because she was always in long sleeves when she's still trying to hide her patterns. Which. Yeah long sleeves and oversized hoodies in the summer is insane work and it's frankly a miracle that she didn't get heatstroke halfway through a performance. But that got me thinking, so consider:

The reason that Rumi was able to deal with wearing long sleeves 24/7 when she was still trying to hide her patterns was because her demon half has an affinity for high temperatures.

We don't really get to see much of the afterlife/the demon realm in this movie save for Gwi-ma's general throne room area, but assuming that this version of hell is at least loosely based on the ten gates/courts + considering the fact that Gwi-ma himself is a literal talking bonfire, it makes sense that the demons would be resistant to heat + might potentially prefer warmer environments. That being said, wouldn't it be funny if thanks to her demonic heritage, Rumi just naturally gravitates to heat like a reptile.

When Mira and Zoey start taking her to the bathhouse regularly she just spends hours in the hanjeungmak (kiln sauna) basking like a lizard while the other two are melting trying to accompany her. She has ten space heaters and a sun lamp in her room. When she starts sleeping in the same bed as Mira and Zoey she likes being sandwiched between them partially because she's touch-starved, but also because they're both very warm and her lizard brain (demon brain?) automatically associates that with comfort and safety and home. Mira and Zoey have fully come home to her stretched out across the couch with the curtains open like a cat in a sunbeam.

Bonus points if she gets really sad and mopey during the winter because it's not as warm anymore and Mira and Zoey are just trying everything to cheer her up. The reason they have a fireplace in the penthouse now is purely because they clocked her sitting as close to the heater as possible and went "nope. absolutely not. this cannot do. if the wife is not happy the life is not happy" and promptly got a renovation crew on speed dial to install a fireplace and rework the entire heating system

At some point they just accept that their girlfriend is probably some flavour of cold-blooded and just buy her a bunch of electric blankets so she doesn't feel the need to turn on the heaters in the penthouse "in the middle of summer, Rumi, what the fuck-"

(@the-ten-amongst-these-threes danke for the ideas)

[badninken]

He's getting used to his vacation house

[honestlyitsjustsam]

- Anything you wanna unburden yourself with, before this… happens? - Yes. I have wishes to bestow upon you.

[radioactive-yuri]

john bakes the team an apple pie one (1) time and it's so good that nobody knows what to do with themselves about it, because they were all prepared to bully him. so instead they just start calling him a tradwife

[luvcaleb]

EYES ON ME.

nsfw (18+). i really did not mean for this to be a whole fic but i just kept typing. and typing. and typing... anyway, here are the usual cws: blowjob, cunnilingulus, corruption kink, praise kink, unprotected sex, marathon sex (sylus is starved), more yearning than you'd expect from a sugar daddy fic, and side note that sylus is older than you here (you decide how much lol). likes and reblogs will be very appreciated!

pov: you're a barista at the cafe sylus usually orders at and he overhears you saying you want to try being a sugar baby to make more money.

sylus generally avoids interacting with ordinary citizens. for one, they live in a separate world from him, and two, he'd rather not drag other people into unnecessary trouble.

you are no exception to this rule he placed upon himself. or at least, you should be.

but he can't help being drawn to your sunny smile, undeterred despite his intimidating appearance. he can't help but relax his shoulders when you greet him “welcome!” in a warm, gentle voice. he can't help but ask you how your day went, listen to your complaints, and chuckle fondly when you say something particularly funny.

and he can't help but notice how your sunny smile has diminished the past few weeks, weighed down by late nights and endless work juggling several part-time jobs to get by and pay the debt your father left behind.

so when he overhears you saying you want to try having a sugar daddy, he moves against his better judgment.

it's not hard to track you down in a shady site. even easier to lure you with an enticing price, better than any old, rich fool can offer.

and really, sylus doesn't plan on doing anything to you. this is somewhat like a donation, he convinces himself. that's all there is to it. he's not being possessive.

he pays you for your time. feels amused seeing you sit beside him with an almost visible question mark on your face, not knowing what to do. sure, you have a general idea what sugar babies do, but it was probably not simply watching an old romance movie while snacking on finger foods.

you think it must be some sort of foreplay, but he drives you home. the next time he calls you over, you eat together in a who-knows-how-many-stars restaurant in a tall skyscraper overlooking the city, which ends in a similar fashion. in the next, he takes you shopping and fills your closet with luxury brands, yet again ending the day with a drive to your shabby apartment.

and it's nice. it's really nice. to the point it's too good to be true. from the very beginning when you learned your client wasn't going to be an old geezer, you already thought you lucked out. but with sylus practically treating you as his girlfriend, leaving nothing to be desired, things couldn't be better. you can't even consider the possibility of being sylus's side chick that he's cheating with because there's nothing for him to gain from this arrangement. if you really think about it, sylus is basically throwing you all his money.

you think you can leave things like this. after all, you have nothing to complain about.

but on one of your gigs taking up a friend's waitress shift at a fancy restaurant, you see sylus with a woman.

they're both well-dressed. sylus always is, but now even more so with his styled hair and clean, crisp suit. the woman looks gorgeous in her champagne dress, all smooth silk and beautiful curves. the men around her can't help but stare.

he leads her to a table. pulls out her chair for her. smirks at her as they exchange friendly banter, looking like the picture-perfect couple.

a cold settles deep in your chest, even if you have no right to feel bad. you don't have the right to feel upset because it isn't like you're bound by any serious relationship.

but for the rest of the night, you try to avoid their table. you hope he hasn't taken notice of you, but that's probably wishful thinking considering you've felt an intense gaze on your back all this while.

eventually, they leave, and so do you. as you walk home, you try to dissect why you felt so awful. is it because he might cut you off now that he's interested in another woman? it must be. once he breaks off whatever you have, you're going to have a hard time finding someone else to mooch off of. you'll be back to the same old dreary lifestyle; the magic has worn off, and cinderella has to be miserable again.

but it isn't just that, even if it should be. you shouldn't feel so shitty seeing him with another girl if you only saw him as a client. somewhere along the line, you've started appreciating his quiet smiles, his teasing smirk, his kind gaze. there's something soft about his innocent touches, tucking your hair behind your ear or his thumb wiping away cake frosting on your cheek.

and you hate the idea of him doing all of that to that woman he was with.

“you should pay more attention to your surroundings, sweetheart.”

sylus interrupts your thoughts. you turn to look at the street beside you where you find sylus leaning against his car. waiting.

you hesitate only for a moment. you get in, and he drives you home. the silence is unsettlingly tense, so different from the comfortable quiet you've grown used to in your past drives.

eventually, you bring yourself to speak. “let's go to your house.”

sylus says, “i haven't asked for your services tonight.” it's soft, teasing, and most importantly, it's not a no.

the familiar manor comes into view, grand and imposing as always. he opens the car door for you. asks to carry your bag. unlocks the front door.

he drops it when you push him down the plush sofa, catching him by surprise. you've never quite seen him as stunned as he is now, stock still as you press your mouth against his. clumsy. unsure. yet eager. his fingers tangle in your hair, unmoving for just a moment, but soon he manages to tear himself away.

“i didn't ask for you to do this.”

he hasn't. he probably never intended to do this sort of thing in the first place.

but it isn't like he doesn't want to. his voice is strained. he's still holding you, as if afraid you'll pull away once you realize this is a bad idea. he's staring at you like you're the only thing that matters.

and you realize that you enjoy this attention. you like having his hands around you. you like him doting on you. you like him looking at you.

you don't want him to look at anyone else.

and, you come to realize, you want this just as much as he does.

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there's a sense of clumsiness when you wrap your hands around his cock, hesitant and unpracticed. you seem as if you've never done this before. sylus should not be as thrilled as he feels at this discovery.

perhaps he should be a little turned off. but his dick feels the hardest it's ever been when you start giving kitten licks to his tip, innocently looking up at him through your lashes like you're asking for praise.

he murmurs filth under his breath when your lips close around his head, sucking at a spot that makes him shudder. he forces his hips to stay absolutely still even if he wants to destroy your throat. he can't afford to scare you away now. not when you're finally within his reach.

yet sylus can't help but run his hand through your hair, pulling you closer. making you take him in deeper. guiding your head as you bob up and down. you're gurgling around his cock, spit dripping from your mouth, tears in the corner of your eyes. so obviously struggling but still sucking more of him in, eager to please. you choke when his cock hits the back of your throat, and still, you hollow your cheeks, licking everywhere you could.

and that does it for him, making him finish much, much quicker than he means to. his cum fills your mouth, warm thick streams that overflow from your lips. he doesn't expect you to swallow, ready to catch with his palm, but you gulp it all down like a good girl.

sylus's chest fills with deep satisfaction. he tells you well-deserved praise as he showers your face with pecks, capturing your lips in a kiss that tastes bitter but oh so nauseatingly sweet.

he wants to reward you for being a good girl, you he pulls you to the edge of the mattress, pressing down on your thighs as he digs in. the first lick on your pretty pussy makes you yelp, legs kicking out in surprise. he gives your thighs a warning squeeze, and by the second, you're obediently staying as still as you can, whimpering to your palm.

you taste as sweet as you look, and sylus hums contently as he licks up all your slick and it never runs out. you moan so nicely for him when he laps at your clit, continuously flicking his tongue at the small bud, and you all but scream when he sucks it hard, tangling your fingers in his hair and jerking up your hips.

he doesn't complain when you ride his face, staring intently at your expression twisted in pleasure. your mouth is shaped around an ‘o’, eyes rolling back as he dares to slip his tongue inside your hole. he rubs your engorged clit with a rough thumb, fucking in and out your pussy with his tongue, groaning amidst the lewd symphony of squelches.

he hasn't planned on touching you, no. but he's thought of it countless times on nights he felt especially lonely after you left. imagined you on his lap, fondling your soft chest, playing with your cute pussy. he wondered what spots made you feel good, where you'd be sensitive. what faces you'd make when he touched them.

sylus doesn't have to wonder anymore, committing the sinful sight to memory. you've always been cute, but he thinks you're even more adorable now, squirming as he gently eases a finger inside you. you're wet enough to fit two, but it's still quite tight; it might take a while before you can take him in. he presses a reassuring kiss on your inner thigh when he finds your g-spot, telling you to stay still and be good.

so sylus spends a bit of time between your legs, adding more fingers as he laps away at your clit. at your first orgasm, he fucks you through it, not stopping his hand until the spray of cum has ceased. by the second, you've drenched his sheets and his arm, but by the way you're moaning his name almost incoherently, you don't want him to stop.

on the verge of a third, a fourth finger teasing at your entrance, you're begging him to fuck you. sylus has felt close to bursting for a while, so he doesn't complain. he rubs his cock between your wet folds, tapping at your clit with the head. slicking his cock with your juices as he marvels at how tiny you seem under him, the length of him intimidatingly massive laying on your stomach.

when he pops the tip of his cock inside, you clench around him immediately, warm and so goddamn tight. he can't slide it in one, smooth thrust; he fucks it inside bit by bit, observing your face for any signs of pain, but all he sees is a dazed, drooling slut, crying out his name and for him to put it all inside her. he shushes you, reasoning he has to be slow, but he's very well on the edge of his patience.

when his cock is halfway in, you turn into a shuddering, sobbing mess. his tip has poked somewhere sensitive, and when he grinds against it, you squirt hard, spraying cum on his abs. he laughs in disbelief, meanly rubbing tight circles on your clit to make your orgasm last longer.

once sylus has finally bottomed out, he whispers endless compliments to your ear, hands roaming around your skin. he can't stop his hips from thrusting, tirelessly fucking in and out of your soaked cunt with vigor he hasn't had in years. sylus doesn't consider himself the vocal type, but now he can't shut up about how pretty you are, how good and sweet you are for him. how nice and tight your cute pussy feels, how you're made to take in his huge cock.

he uses you the way he imagines in his dirty fantasies, like a whore he pays to bed. yet at the same time, you're his precious little princess, the one person he shouldn't hurt. the one person he should treat with utmost care. the one person that should stay untainted by the filthy world.

but you're moaning so loud, enjoying being his little slut. you want to be fucked hard and fast, fingerprints on your hips and waist. you want to be bred full of his cum and do it all over again. you want to be his.

so sylus takes you in all the ways he knows how. on your back. on your knees. on his lap. he lets you ride him, fucking up into your cunt when you get tired. he takes you against the wide, clear window panes, uncaring if someone might have seen. he fucks you while standing, holding up all of your weight, making you watch yourself on the mirror as he thrusts inside. he never once pulls out when he cums, your pussy crammed with his hot, milky loads.

you make a mess everywhere, but you don't have time to worry about it. you don't even worry about the chances of getting pregnant, being pumped full of sylus's cum. even if you did end up pregnant, sylus keeps going on and on about wanting you to be his pretty wife, that he won't let you want for nothing, that he'll provide for your every need if you'll just stay with him.

and in the face of his love, bordering on desperate obsession, you don't even know why you were ever worried about him falling for anyone else.

from the moment he laid eyes on you, he couldn't look away.

[oblique-lane]

Who are you, ugly face?

A scene from my fic...

[lazylittledragon]

To recover from the very painful gut punch /pos that was your last JayVik can we get some closeups of Viktor he looks delicious in your style

it's the least i can do so absolutely

[hexcii]

I've noticed a bit of a trend in my partners and crushes

I don't know how to draw scissors and I accidentally drew myself as left handed but I'm not fixing it cause I'm tired

Cough

They want me (trust)

Bonus of the man ever In low quality