#i've just…..moved to a snail's pace

[a-vibing-potato]

All of this beauty in ONE episode??? Season 9 I am WAITING IMPATIENTLY to get to you.

castiel. holy terror

[gingerpeachtea]

1,687 words into gracelandpilotiversary fic and i have hit a WALL

[littlegermanboy]

hi everyone, i've been speaking to my friend reem (@danashehab) and she has told me of her difficulties in reaching her fundraising goal to evacuate herself and her family from gaza. her messages break my heart, and i want nothing more than to help her achieve her dream.

before october 7th, reem, her husband, and their five beautiful children, the youngest of which is less than 2 years old, lived in the north of gaza. her husband, fahed, owned a gym which served as their family's source of income.

however, they have since been displaced numerous times after the destruction of their home and fahed's gym. reem's children suffer from the anxiety and terror of growing up in genocide, and reem suffers from the uncertainty of their situation, unsure of what to do or say to give her children hope; this is only made worse by the fact that their campaign has been moving at a snail's pace as of recently.

if you're able, please donate whatever you're able to help reem and her family. reem's endless love for her family and her children are palpable in every message i receive for her, and it is clear that everything she does is for them. as of july 30th, €27,420 / €50,000 has been raised, which is just over half of their goal. if you're unable to donate, please reblog and share to other platforms so reem's family can reach their goal as soon as possible. they deserve to live a life of peace and happiness, safe from the threat of genocide.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning! <33

[cloudyskydreams]

Hi, I love the way you write and represent Sans with every detail, I was wondering if you could do a SFW AND NSFW headcanon of SansxReader. If you don't mind of course

Hi thanks so much for requesting, you asked and I shall deliver!! I'm just assuming they're general headcanons since it wasn't specific, I've been meaning to get around to some general headcanons because I feel they're a good way to work out some personality✨ I did masc and femme sans nsfw headcanons and left the reader ambiguous, As always hope you enjoy!!

Sfw:

•Expect alot of lazy cuddle times, they're his favorite he just loves being near you really, and his constant state is tired so being able to just take it easy with you is nice.

•On a completely opposite note you do motivate sans to do stuff he normally wouldn't. He'll get off the couch and out of bed to spend some time outside with you, his favorite date place is still grillbys but he'll try out new places with you sometimes.

•He sends you memes that make him think of you or he finds funny even if he's right next to you and can just show you. He'll send it and then watch you for your response, he'll make a joke about your phone going off if you don't check it immediately.

• The patrons at Grillbys get updated on you occasionally. Sans feels comfortable there and he knows most of the people so he lets his guard down and you're really special to him. So he ends up gushing about you and what you've done together ,nothing private of course, after a few drinks and his buddies are all really happy for him. They think you're good for him he seems a lot more stable since you came into his life.

•Sans will absolutely drag you out of bed to stargaze, he gets excited like a kid on Christmas his eyelights big and shining as he drags you outside with his telescope. He always plans little dates when there's going to be a space event like a super moon or meteor shower. He loves being able to indulge in his interest with you and hopes you have as great a time as he does.

•He loves making you actually laugh with his jokes and it makes him feel good and he loves hearing your laugh. It makes him feel proud of himself anytime he gets even a smile out of you.

•Sans just loves being close to you he'll follow you around the house, if you're doing dishes he has his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your back. On the couch? His head is in your lap or he's just sprawled out over you. In the bathroom? If you're comfortable with it he's sitting in there with you on his phone looking at memes. Just enjoys being in your presence in general.

NSFW:

•One of Sans favorite things is giving oral, he gets to be between your thighs and can go at whatever pace he wants. He's an absolute tease and is definetly into edging while doing this as he wants to spend as much time in between your thighs as possible.

•Sans is a switch preference towards bottom. Not saying sub because he's still a teasing prick when he's underneath you but it's not hard to get him to sub. He looks pretty cute face flushed cornflower blue, moaning underneath you as you ride his cock/eat him out while his hands are tied to the bedsheet.

•Cockwarming is a big thing with him too, he likes to just lay there cuddled together while he's inside you watching a movie or on your phones. He likes to see how long you can last before you start moving as he's pretty patient. He might grind into your occasionally if he's in a teasing mood.

•On the opposite note if you want him to be on top he's more than happy to help. He enjoys snail position alot because he's close to your calves and can bite on them, or anything that really gets him close to your legs as he is a leg man.

•Feel like his ecto-cock is about 5.7 inches not the biggest but it's girthy and has some vein to it, his ectobody itself is chubby. In femme form he's got d cup tits and his chub is still there but he has more of a hourglass figure than before, and a cute blue innie pussy. (There's innies and outies y'all you're welcome for the info)

•His go to is the masc form but if you want femme he'll give you femme. Squeezing his plush thighs as you eat him out. A blush across his face as he watches you eyes lidded praising you for doing such a good job slipping a joke in there somewhere while he gently presses your face closer with a hand on the back of your head.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

I Need to rearrange marcs guts.

Me too Anon, me too.

More Than Everything

Marc Spector x GN!AFAB!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •

Summary: Marc gets his guts rearranged.

Warnings: pegging, reader is wearing a strap that jizzes, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 663

Marc practically sobs as he buries his face into the mattress and clutches the pillow to his chest. He’s holding it so tightly his knuckles have paled. 

Every muscle is tense, every nerve on edge as his body sings with pleasure. 

He hiccups, trying to get his words out but his own moans cut him off. He didn’t think it would feel so good in this position, face down ass up with you pounding into him with the strap. 

Your thighs smack against the back of his, jolting him forward with every thrust as he drools onto the bedding. His knees tingling with carpet- well, bed sheet -burn that goes straight to his leaking cock. 

“B-baby,” he groans, his voice weak and horse from bliss. “S-so good,” he cries out again as you continuously hit that special spot inside, making him slowly fall apart at the seams. 

It’s like he’s drowning in pleasure, every cell thumping in time with his heartbeat. He can’t escape it, can’t stop it even if he tried. His body moves automatically, overriding any sentient thought as it chases his orgasm that threatens to be more than overwhelming. 

His cock throbs, bobbing and slapping up against his stomach with every sharp snap of your hips. Sensations rupture through it, shooting up from deep inside to his balls before running all along his length. It’s like you're everywhere, everything, in the air he breathes and getting him drunk on bliss. 

He’d happily stay like this forever, mind buzzing and too full of your strap to even think, unable to worry or panic or internalise anything. Only to take and take and take whatever you give him, to let you use him and take care of him and make him feel so, so good. 

Marc cries out loudly as you press against him, widening your stance but spreading your knees further and pushing his further apart in the process. 

“Okay?” You mutter, there’s a hint of exertion in your voice, sweat beading on your forehead. 

He nods rapidly, eyes squeezed shut as he squirms and sobs. “Please!”

You pick up your pace, smacking into him harder, just how he likes, how he craves. 

His whine is like music to your ears as he shakes. 

You press your hand flat to his lower back, pushing down, making him arch more, practically present himself to you and he screams as the tip of the strap strokes along his prostate, rubs deliciously against the bundle of nerves. 

“I’m,” he swallows, pants, his eyes rolling back, “I’m gonna come, please!”  

“You gonna come Marc? Can’t hold on any longer? Gonna make a mess because you like my cock that much?” 

He cries out, groaning deep and guttural as his balls draw up, tense and spasm as pleasure overrides every cell, every fibre. He comes hard, spilling all over the bed, his release splashing against his stomach from the force of it. 

He sobs, calling out your name, practically forgetting his own as he keeps shaking, keeps coming, clawing against the pillow as he tries to escape from the relentless pleasure. 

Marc breathes deeply, barely conscious after having his back blown out that hard. Tears squeeze out of the corner of his eyes, leaving snail trails along his skin.

You grab his hips, pulling out of him and push him over and onto his back. (Avoiding the wet patch that is slowly spreading.) 

You jerk the strap once, twice before you squeeze the tip, forcing the milky white lube held in the chamber out of the tip to spurt all over Marc’s balls and stomach. 

He groans, biting his lip, his eyes snapping open as he watches and shivers. “Fuccccck…” His breathing hitches, his eyes dark as you rub the lube into his skin. His tender muscles jump under your fingers and his cock twitches as you caress his balls. 

You smile at him. “Was it everything you wanted?” 

He nods, blissed out, “More than everything.” 

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[letmedixonyou]

i’m not yours - part 8

summary: Daryl and you are (were?) friends. He dated Leah. You told him you loved him and things fell apart. Will it ever go back to normal?

words: 2.3k

warnings: mentions of abuse, injuries

A/N: Good day, everyone! I've been literally working on this for a couple of days, editing and adding shit all the time. My partner has helped me with it, he's such a gem <3 I hope you enjoy it!

I would also like to thank everyone who has followed me and liked my shit, it is much appreciated! With your help, I somehow got to 68 followers and over 600 likes which is incredible! Thank you, muffins! <3

A few days later

Ribs hurting, body throbbing. Every single muscle screams for help with each move you make. Getting up from bed was a challenge enough, but taking a shower was even worse. You could barely move your limbs around, not to mention bending down or even sitting. The mirror image you see in the morning is somewhat depressing. Standing in front of it, in your black underwear, you assessed the damage with a pained gaze. The cuts and bruises were almost too much to look at. Their shades of purples, pinks, and reds were sticking out like a sore thumb in the morning light sifting through the window. They weren't only covering your body, but also stretching from ear to cheek on one side, with a big fat lip as a cherry on top. You feel a sharp pain in your side when you breathe in —a telltale sign of a few broken ribs.

That evening walk last night wasn't a good idea after all, you thought to yourself.

Moving at a snail's pace, you put on trousers and a grey hoodie, wincing in pain every now and then. Drawing a hood up, you cover most of your face. You weren’t trying to get any attention drawn to you, oh no. Leaving the house, you head towards the mess hall to eat your breakfast. Your hands were in your pockets. All the way down the street, you looked at your slow feet moving on the ground. You could hear people whispering about you. It was clear that somehow they already knew about your injuries. Maybe someone caught a glimpse when you were coming home last night, stumbling through the street. Or maybe you just weren't as good at hiding it as you thought you were.

Out of the blue, you feel a strong hand on your shoulder. You turn around with your fists up, almost hitting the person in the face before you realise that it was Gabriel - the community priest. You swallow hard, and you quickly put your fists down, packing them back into your pockets.

"Y/N, what happened?" He asks, a worried look on his face as he steps a bit closer to look at your face. As a respectful person that he is, he doesn’t touch you or move too close. He just points at your face, his eyes darting to the bruising and cut lip.

"Nothing," you mumble.

"That nothing sure looks like something," he retorted, examining you.

"I am fine, father," you say, stepping away from him and clearing your throat. "But may I suggest praying for all the wicked tonight."

"If we confess our sins, He is faithful, and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness," Gabriel quotes a Bible to you and smiles a little.

"It's not my sins we have to worry about, father."

You say, turning around and leaving him standing there, visibly confused. You walk all the way down the street, turning onto a gravel path that winds a little to the left, and you get to the mess hall. By mess hall, you meant the biggest building in Alexandria where some tables and chairs were put down, alongside a modest buffet so people could get their food before work. There usually wasn't a lot to choose from, but no one complained - food was a blessing these days, no matter how bad or good it tasted.

Getting a clean, but worn-out white plate, you put some scrambled eggs on it, a rare sight in the zombie world. You guess someone found some powdered eggs somewhere during the supply run. You don't complain and take some onto your plate, heading to sit at one of the empty tables.

Your jaw hurts as you slowly eat your modest, bland breakfast. The only thing you could eat, really. Soft enough so there's not much chewing involved. You dart your eyes up carefully to look around, and you spot Daryl’s crossbow, poking above the bustling crowd. He barely glances at you across the dining hall, and you know he probably is here to grab his food pack quickly before heading out on a supply run. It was busy anyway, so you weren't surprised he would not see you. You were just another face in the crowd. You didn’t expect him to pay much attention to you. Especially after your past arguments. And his own relationship explosion a few days ago. You resort to going back to your own plate.

All the hope of people not noticing you or your injuries dwindles when you overhear some hushed voices from the table next to the open buffet counter.

"You see her face?"

"Yeah, looks awful."

"Wonder who fucked that up."

"I’d hate to see the other guy."

You try not to react to the whispers and cover up more with your hoodie. You keep on eating, blocking out the noise as much as you can. You usually didn't care about people talking about you. You learned that it didn't matter. But somehow, having been beaten up and having clearly visible injuries made you uncomfortable and anxious when people stared and talked about it.

Lost in your thoughts, you get brought back to reality with a can of soda clash and hiss against the floor from next to the buffet counter. Startled by the noise, your eyes shoot up to look in the direction.

Your eyes meet Daryl's in the crowd. He is looking at you; his eyebrows fly up before he scowls. Horror and concern quickly flash across his face. You look back down to the plate, hoping he doesn’t react, pulling your hood instinctively to hide more. You can hear Daryl's loud grumble even from the place you were sitting, and as you peep around your hood, he's already moving quickly, slipping past everyone. You start to dissociate, and that built-up anxiety starts to blister and pop inside you.

Please don’t...

Please, don’t make a scene...

Maybe he isn’t coming over.

You are broken out of your mind by his hand slamming on the table next to your tray. Daryl’s eyes flashed across your face. Anger, no… rage, completely enveloped his eyes.

“Who did this to you?!” His growl resounded through the mess hall, and you almost flinched at how aggressive that sounded.

„Daryl, please…”

„Do not ‚Daryl, please’ me!” You were sure that if eyes could kill, his would leave you on the floor with two X's instead of eyes.

„I don’t know. It was dark. I didn’t see,” you try to explain. „Please, stop making a scene. I really don’t need any more eyes on me.”

Daryl looks around cautiously. A lot of people were paying attention to you both now, and it made you uncomfortable. He saw that. He knew that. He pursed his lips a little and then gave out a loud exasperated sigh. Before you know it, you’re dragged by your arm towards the doors. His grip was strong and relentless—it almost made you wince in pain. Your head swung down to cover your embarrassment and redness in your cheeks.

Once you are outside and out of the view of all the people, Daryl pulls on your hood, taking it off fully. He stands there, looking at your bruise and your cut lip, as if he were assessing the damage, taking in the sight before him. He steps closer, taking your chin into his fingers, and tilts your head to the side.

„Who the fuck did you piss off lately?” He asks, his gaze falling onto your eyes. When he doesn’t get a response, he scoffs and lets go of your chin. „I need to know who did this.”

„I told you already. I don’t-,” you say, rolling your eyes.

„How bad is it?”

The question falls from his mouth before you even get to finish the sentence. You think about it for a minute, trying to figure out if you should tell him about your broken bones or if you should just leave it alone. Why would you tell him? What’s that going to do? It will just piss him off even more.

„It’s just my face,” you say, and you hear an immediate dry laugh rolling out of his lips.

„Liar,” he says.

You stare at each other for a minute or two. Your throat goes dry, and you bite your lip, making yourself curse and wince in pain. His icy blue eyes were way too much to handle for you. It felt like he could just blow up at any second if you kept being silent, so you muster up some courage. Taking a short breath, you get ready to speak, but Daryl stops you by putting his hand up in front of you.

„Your face just told me everything I needed to know,” he grumbles.

„What?” your voice sounds squeaky, and your eyes widen in surprise.

„You can’t breathe deeply. Your face grimaced when you tried to. You have broken ribs,” he says confidently, and you're stunned at how he reads you like a book without even trying hard. „You shouldn’t even be on your feet if this happened just last night.”

„How did you—?” you ask, but you already know the answer. Of course he’d know. He probably suffered it himself at the hand of his father. Maybe even worse than this.

„It looks fresh; the cut on your lip is not healed yet and still red, which means that it can’t be more than a day or two old.”

„You a doctor or summin’?” You mumble, and you pull your hood up again. You look at him, fiddling with the sleeve of your hoodie. His expression is almost unreadable, but you can see concern and worry on his face.

He rubs his temple before sighing.

„Let’s get you home.”

He takes your arm in his hand, more gently than when he pulled you up from the table but still hard enough that it made you silently wince at his touch. Though painful, his touch soothed you. Somehow, his concern made you feel like there was still a bit of compassion left in his heart for you. As he guided you towards your house, you didn’t protest. Truth be told, you are tired; you want to lie down or at least find a comfortable position to be in.

All the way down the street, Daryl stayed quiet. Didn’t ask questions, just walked beside you, his hand on your arm loosened a bit, so it didn’t hurt you. Once your house comes into view, your eyes dart around to see if any people are watching. They were. From everywhere. Of course… This wouldn’t go unnoticed—you and Daryl suddenly beside each other after months with no real contact. Plus, the hood on your head probably didn’t help.

Daryl walks into your house, drags you inside, and slams the doors behind him. You jump a little at the sound, but you keep your eyes glued to the ground.

„Look at me,” he says, his commanding tone making you bring your eyes up almost immediately.

He steps closer to you and once again pulls your hood off of your head with one swift motion. Daryl’s eyes glance all over your face, as if trying to read through the wounds about the people who did this to you. He takes a deep breath and huffs quietly before stepping away and motioning to the living room and the couch. You take a few steps and then lower yourself on the couch carefully, trying not to get any pain.

„Here,” Daryl says and puts one hand on your shoulder and the other wraps around your waist carefully to help you move down the couch into a half-seated, almost laid-down position on one of your sides. Your legs get put on the coffee table. „The best position to make sure you’re not hurting.”

„Thanks,” you mumble quietly.

„What do you need?” he asks. „Water? Pillows? Books?”

„All of the above.”

He huffs a half laugh and stands up, disappearing from view. You wondered why he’s helping you. He’s been absent from your life for months, and now he’s back, and at first glance, you’d say nothing had happened between you two. But you knew it wasn’t the truth. You argued. Badly. You couldn’t just go back to normal that easily, could you? Your mind also itched to ask about the fight he had with Leah. You wanted to ask if it was about you or if you just dreamt the entire thing, but you bit your tongue.

Daryl shows up with pillows from your bed, a book from the bedside table, and then goes to the kitchen to get some water. He brings you a glass and puts it on the armrest of the sofa.

„You should sleep in an upright position; it will be more comfortable,” he says, propping you with pillows on each side.

„You mean I sleep here?”

„Yeah,” he nods. „When my pops used to beat me up, breaking some ribs, I spent a lot of time in a position in which you are right now. It helped to ease the pain a bit.”

„Right,” you say and nod affirmatively. "How long?"

"As long as it takes for your ribs to feel better."

He stands there for a bit in complete silence, scanning your body like he had x-rays in his vision and could see the broken bones through your clothes. When he looks into your eyes, you could've sworn you saw some emotions that reminded you of the old times.

Care.

He quickly averts his gaze after less than a second and he nods once again, heading towards the front doors. He reaches for the door handle, but before he leaves, he speaks again.

„I am going to find out who did this. I promise they will get what they deserve.”

[immedealwithit9855]

First Time: Boobjob

I've come across some good work regarding the turtle's sex escapades. Many different thoughts and ideas. Out of curiosity I wanted to try something else for a change. I don't know, I haven't seen anything for this so why not. These bulky terrapins are so lovable and gentle, how would they react to their S/O pleasuring them with her soft globes? Let's see, shall we? Warning: Smutty Smutty Smut

Michaelangelo

We all know Mikey is the fun-loving turtle we all wanna kiss and hug

So when you suggested trying something different, he was all in

The make-out session was getting heated as Mikey started pulling of your shirt and pants

Slowly, you pulled off your bra, massaging your breasts for him

He licked his lips at you pert nipples

Pushing him on his shell, You unzipped his pants, exposing his pulsing stick

Before he could say a word, you enveloped his meat in your breasts, stroking him at a snails pace

You watched his face unfold at the sensation

His moans making you work him harder

He grips his hands on the couch, tilting his head, you knew what was next

To top off the intense session, you gently sucked his tip. You were practically dripping at his pleased face

He watches, he squirms, signaling his release

He came, squirting his nut in your mouth and on your chest

Best believe he'll want that again

Donatello

This techno geek will try anything within reason or scientific experiments

Hes overworked himself again and you could tell he need some relief

Waltzing into his lab with booty shorts and a tank top, one of the things that entices him

Hes sitting at his desk, eyes focused on the screen

"Need some stress-relief, Sweety?" You cooed.

His mind automatically went to a 'blowjob'

He couldn't have been more wrong when you swiftly crawled underneath his desk, released his schlong, wrapping your warm breasts around it

He jolted at the feeling surrounding him as you kept them in place with your hands and started massaging him

He was so long, you were enjoying it just as much as he was, your panties were ruined

The sounds he was making were adorable, his whimpers, his beautiful eyes

"So warm. So good. Don't Stop!" He ordered, biting his lip

You picked up the speed as he started groping your boobs

You placed your pouted lips on his tip, causing him to churr softly

He unloaded, just as your boob's enveloped his tip

It was the most exquisite scene he had ever witness

His cum leaking out from your globes, running down your body, twitching as he emptied himself all over you

He breathed heavily, enjoying the view of you savoring his thick release

"That was amazing!"

It was then he decided: No More Toys!

Proceedings to rid his lab of any toys he used to satisfy his hunger

They would do little to nothing for him anymore, now that you introduced him to something better

Raphael

HotHead has to do a double take to what you just said

Hes been working out hard in his gym and needed a break, you decided to take a leap

Yeah, you've done it, but a boobjob was another foreign activity for him

Seductively moving your body, removing your shirt and bra for his satisfaction

"Free striptease! I'm all in! Well.... will be!" He grunts

You get on your knees, crawl towards his crotch, releasing his massive girth

He watched in awe as his throbbing rod would disappear in your squishy mounds

The moment was turning him inside out as you used your tongue as his tip peaked out

You were practically dripping at his expressions

He got riled up more pushing you onto your back, straddled your midriff, working his meat between your knocks

Grasping them as he worked his hips creating a very lewd scene

He growled that he was about to cum, you were happy to take it, when he did something unexpected

Given your large bust, he surrounded his girth with your breasts and came aggressively

You couldn't believe how much nut came out from your mounds as it squirted and leaked down your body

His face was filled with mischief as he spread your boobs apart, admiring the luscious mess he made of you

Adding this session to his cool down methods list

Leonardo

It takes some convincing since hes weird when it comes to trying new things, he finally agrees

He worries that it isnt fair that you pleasure him while your needs are neglected

You reassure him that its okay, wanting so badly to soothe his troubled mind

He protects a city, trains vigorously day in day out, gets into baseless fights with Raph, and has to work his brain overtime strategizing their moves during patrols

The guy needs a pick me up

Candles are lit in his room, you both have stripped away your clothes

You gently coaxed him to sit on his bed and enjoy the sensations

He squeezed his eyes shut as you gently began massaging his thickness with your breasts

His churring adding to the scene

He slowly reaches down and starts circling your nipples with his thumbs

You share moans and groans as you road the train of ecstasy

You began to work him harder, entranced by his addictive blue eyes, savoring every movement

He thrusted his hips at a steady pace, ready to cum

When he did, it shot up into the air, landing directly onto your face, you devoured his seed

He felt bad nutting on your pretty face, quickly grabbing wipes from his dresser and cleaned you

"Did you enjoy your massage, Fearless?" You asked

He looked you over and smirked

"I did. In fact, I feel really good right now!"

Good thing for stamina, right?

@raisin-shell

[hopepunk-humanity]

Here's a hopepunk story that I've been thinking about recently. I was heading to school and it was cold (for where I live) teeth chatteringly breath seeingly why didn't I wear warmer close my hands feel like popsicles cold. And early-ish in the morning like 8am. And there's this old man jogging, bundled up in mittens and a colorful hat and he is moving just so incredibly slowly. Like snails pace I could probably walk faster, but you can tell he's moving as fast as he possibly can like his arms are pumping and the way he's moving his feet it felt like watching a jogger in slow motion. But he kept going and I felt so incredibly happy for him because he was still going. Even though it was slow he was so determined and all I could think of was good for him. To keep moving even when it's slow and even when its cold and even when you see others moving faster than you. Just keeping moving. Never give up.

Something I've noticed with the older adults in my life is that they don't care about meeting other people's arbitrary expectations anymore. They're content to move at their own pace, in their own way. I think that's worth learning.

[tiny-minecraft-rabbit]

If I had a nickel for every time I've made a fic based on a Jimmy imposter win,,,

cw: ship content, slight blood and gore, third imposter-ing lmao

Tango practically squeezed himself through the door the moment the pressure was released, the panels moving at a snails pace compared to the racing of his heart. He was quickly checking down each hall of the intersection as Skizz and Jimmy followed him through. It was just five of them left and one more imposter– one more flesh-eating, shapeshifting, lie-ificating imposter on this god-forsaken Skeld.

He trusted Skizz about as much as he could trust any of the crew left in this situation; and that was about zero. If at any point they split this group and he was alone with him, well, he’d be screaming his head off.

Jimmy, however, he trusted with his life. His Rancher Buddy was a friend and much more after these long nights in space. Tango would sleep easy if, at the end of the day, it was him and Jimmy that survived this whole mess.

“Okay,” He backed away from the hall, “Looks clear, are you two–”

He turned and Jimmy had a knife in Skizz’s heart.

Metal tore flesh and Skizz slumped, Jimmy had his hands around him as he lowered him to the floor, gentle like. His space suit shifted and scrunched, unlike the ortho-fabric it was supposed to be. There was just a giant maw that was opening wider and wider–

Tango blinked and Jimmy was taking slow breaths as he stepped away from the body—the body that was now missing an entire upper half, blood pouring and dripping and organs slipping out of its abdomen. It was just how the other bodies were found, half-devoured. He- He had to report this– He had–

“Tango, don’t,” Jimmy said, standing in front of Tango, stopping him from taking any more steps, “Tango, you don’t need to report it.”

His eyes flicked away from the body and up to Jimmy. He shouldn’t fall for it. This was a shapeshifter, the human expression was fake. The reassuring tilt of his head was a sham– a farce! Jimmy didn’t even naturally have a human face and had probably stolen this one long before he stepped on the ship. He had pretended to be their friend, getting on this ship, and betrayed them.

“Don’t?”

Jimmy smiled, soft, hands grabbing Tango’s and holding them tightly, “You’re my Rancher. We’re getting out of here together.”

“Together? Really?” Tango asked, “You won’t murder-ficate my face the moment your stomach is empty again?”

“Nope. We’re buddies, Tango, honest. Don’t report it. Just follow me and we’ll get home together, okay?” Jimmy reassured, slowly pulling Tango away from Skizz.

“Okay,” Tango followed, one step at a time, “Okay. We’re doing this. Together.”

Jimmy leaned forward, pecking a kiss to Tango’s cheek, “Love you, Rancher.”

Tango sighed, “Love you, Rancher Buddy.”

The meeting came and went. He had watched Etho float away in space, feeling much less conflicted then he thought he would. Throwing him out had been easy, it only took his and Jimmy’s vote to secure it. He couldn’t even remember what Pearl had voted for, but it didn’t matter in the end, there was still anxiety coming off her in waves. She wasn’t sure they had made the right decision.

Maybe they hadn’t for her, but Tango was pretty happy with his choice.

They kept her around for a day, and then Jimmy had his first full meal on the ship, not having to settle for a quick bite and dash.

The two of them found themselves in a single bed in the quarters, folded into each other. It was familiar, even if the ship was silent around them instead of the usual bustle of crew.

“Still not going to eat me?” Tango asked, and he was almost surprised by how light his tone was. He wasn’t scared.

Jimmy giggled, and the sound was a never-ending comfort, “Nah. I like you too much, Rancher.”

[changingplumbob]

Tomorrow I'll make an in case of emergency blue sky account in case Tumblr disappears. Purely for staying in contact with y'all if Tumblr implodes. With my fatigue I do not have the energy to be checking Tumblr and another social media site so I definitely won't be moving unless I have to. My brain doesn't like change, and I love the way we can set up posts here. Going back to a character limit kind of spooks me.

Anyway doom and gloom aside I've got days 11-15 of the BC set up to start tomorrow! Then I just mucked around in my 100 babies save. I got a wicked headache so that really made me move at snail pace today.

[berberriescorner]

Hello! Stoping by to tell you I love your Husband/Father!Rio mini series. I know you don't take request, but was just wondering if you plan on giving us anymore glimpses of this cute little family? I love the way you write them. Hope you're doing okay and feeling better.

I'm doing okay, love. Good days and bad days, but I'm pushing through. Thanks for asking💜! I hope you're doing okay as well!

You're in luck, love bug! I cooked something up for them just the other day. The idea came to me, and I just had to get it out😆. I had planned to post it the other day, but I just didn't have the energy.

When I tell y'all this was the most frustrating mood board I've ever worked on🙄. I had it exactly to my liking and went to save...nothing happened. I tried everything before giving in and hitting the refresh button. Lost all my progress and had to start from scratch. That being said, enjoy, comment, and stop being scary with that reblog button😆🧡!

Inspired By💜🧡:

“It Be Your Own Blood”

Snickers filled the room, making way for the side eye your husband gave his two eldest daughters. His eyes moved at a snail’s pace before landing on you. Rio kissed his teeth as he watched your shoulders bounce up and down in silent giggles. You did everything to hold the laughter in, but his reaction made it difficult.

“Ain't a damn thing funny about any of this, mama,” he rasped.

Rio groaned as a tiny hand collided with his thigh. Sucking in a frustrated breath, he looked down, eyes settling on your third and youngest daughter.

“Daddy! You said a bad word. You’re not getting any dessert tonight. Gon’ miss out on all da candies,” she scolded, finger wagging in his direction.

“Alright, little miss thing. You're about to lose candy privileges as well. Are you supposed to be putting your hands on other people,” you reprimanded.

Her head tilted to the side, confusion written on her face. Big amber-colored eyes stretched with realization. “Sorry, Daddy,” she offered in a sweet baby voice.

“It's all good, baby girl. Daddy ain't mean to say a bad word.”

Rio noticed you and the two oldest rolling your eyes, hands flying in the air.

“Now, what I do?”

“These babies got you wrapped around their fingers.”

Just as Rio was about to argue your point, baby boy piped up, reminding him why he was irritated in the first place. The agitated toddler yanked at his pant leg. They eyed one another as his cute, chubby little hands stretched toward your husband. 

“Bae! Up!”

Laughter filled the room once more. You locked eyes with your husband. He side-eyed you as he picked the bossy toddler up.

Your husband nodded towards the chubby tot, “This is what I’m talkin’ about. These little goons talkin’ to me crazy.”

Rio’s brown orbs stared into identical eyes. “Aye, listen, little dude. You’re my mans and all, but you gon’ stop with this bae mess. Can you say Daddy?” Rio pointed at himself and enunciated slowly, “Daddy.”

The little tyrant giggled, shook his head no, and shouted, “Bae!”’

“Listen, little man, we ain't about to be roaming this neighborhood, decked out in the finest of costumes, with you hollering bae at me every five minutes.”

His little feet kicked as he bounced in his father’s arms.

“Baebaebae,” he retorted, doing a little jig.

“How old was little mama when we finally got her to switch back to daddy from bae?”

“Christopher, baby. He's in his terrible twos. Baby boy’s going to do what he wants. Don't fight it, bae-.”

“You do realize you're the problem. That's why I like it when you call me da-.”

Your hand connected with the back of his head softly. “Christopher!”

“I’m just saying, sweetheart. You got my boy over here thinking that’s my name. Put Daddy on repeat, and maybe he’ll get it right. Use my other nickname more often. Papa–that I can rock with.”

“You do realize the more you fight it—he’ll continue to say it, right?”

“All these kids are petty like their momma. It be your own blood, for real. I thought you was the homie, son,” he teased the babbling toddler.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing. At least people will know not to try them,” you sassed.

Rio’s face lit up at that. “You right, mama. Come, kiss Daddy,” he demanded.

“Baebae!”

“That’s opp behavior, son. Do better,” he chuckled as he rubbed his hand across your growing bump.

He kissed, leaving a playful bite on your bottom lip as his free hand grabbed a handful of your round, plump derrière. “I love this green dress on you, mama. I’m feeling this—what are the ladies callin’ them these days? Bust down middle parts,” he quoted. Rio stared at you lustfully, “That honey blonde lookin’ good on you, darlin’. He leaned closer and whispered in your ear, “Wear it to bed tonight.”

“Calm yourself, husband. The children are present.”

Rio bit his lip, nodding his head in appreciation. “Who are you dressed as this year,” he questioned, stealing another kiss.

“Pregnant Beyoncé, duh! You know this is giving very much Queen Bey. Don’t play with your girl. You ain’t gotta worry, b-Papa.” You twirled strands around a finger, biting your lip, “This is an install. You have plenty of time to enjoy her in private.”  Leaning closer, finishing in a mumble, “Can’t wait for you to come up with a name for this alter ego.”

“You need to bust out the red joint again. I’m anticipating a visit from Red Ryder soon,” he insisted.

Clearing her throat, the eldest child brought you two back to more important matters. You chuckled, “Sorry, loves. Let’s revert to more important topics such as these beauties.” Pointing at each child, oldest to youngest, you explained their costume. “Please believe if I’m going as momma Bey, you gotta have Blue and Rumi. Then we have the beautiful Little Mermaid—Halle Bailey’s version, of course, and last, but most certainly not least—Sir Carter.”

“Mama, is this why you got me dressed in black tie? Let me guess—.”

“Yep! You Billionaire Hov. You’re not a businessman. You’re a business, man!” you boasted, popping your tongue. “Minus the cheating, of course. You know not to play with me. Sorry, Bey! Shade but no shade.”

“BAE!”

“Let’s go before this little menace says it again,” Rio sighed. “Everybody got their Halloween buckets?”

He looked toward the oldest, and she took the words out of his mouth, “Make sure you hold your sister’s hands. I know, Daddy.”

Rio continued, “Remember-.”

“Always say Trick or Treat, be polite, and don’t hustle anybody for extra candy. Daddy, we got this, chill,” she finished once more.

His head tilted to the side as he mumbled, “Got a response for everything. Stop laughing, mama. She’s not that funny. Everybody, come on. We out.”

Did you cackle? I hope so😜! Rio, wifey, and children are such a trip😆. Please be sure to show your girl love, my sweet babies💜🧡.

Divider Credit: @firefly-graphics

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@nightlywords7 @fineanddandy @rio-reid-whoreee

@novaniskye @that-one-anxious-mango @1andonlytashae

@blkbutterfly816 @lovedlover @vanityinvenus @librarian1002

@banana123pudding @fezcosonlylove @sunshine-flower

@invisiblegiurl @astoldbychae @percosim @amorestevens

@alertyoulikeitsamber

[matchalovertrait]

It's been such a hectic day for these four! Ángel took Dulce's family out to explore Del Sol Valley, so nobody else has any idea about what has been happening after the court session ended.

Note: Guys, I've been working overtime to make this all come together 😭 Also, the story is moving at a snail's pace, but I wanted this to line up around Halloween time. The pacing should pick back up after the trial ends. I imagine we'll also see more gameplay posts instead of these more dialogue-heavy posts.

Start from the beginning (Gen 2)

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ANTONIO: Hurry, we’re already late.

DULCE: We’re 10 minutes early!

YOLTIC: The Beehive is closed! But for you two? I’ll always make an exception.

DANIELA: He’s leaving out how excited he is to dress you guys up.

ANTONIO: Still, thanks for doing this so suddenly. I’m still not sure why she insists on a “Professional Team-Building Costume-Test Montage”? We just need costumes with masks.

YOLTIC: Oh, lighten up a bit!

DULCE: Antonio was saying how Yoltic wouldn’t be up for this because “he doesn’t like shenanigans,” but Yoltic always complains about rude and snobby people.

DANIELA: Both are things that describe Caruso. Anyway, you can’t steal something that belongs to you, right?

DULCE: Exactly. Still, we need to take precautions.. I guess. And focus on things like “team-building.”

DANIELA: Luckily you know two geeky cosplayers who own a lot of clothes and costumes.

YOLTIC: Are you going to let me put some light makeup on you?

ANTONIO: Light. I don’t like having anything on my face.

YOLTIC: Can I pierce your ears?

ANTONIO: No. Dude, I’m a lawyer.

YOLTIC: Ugh, you’re ruining my visions.

DULCE: Any ideas on what we should dress up as?

DANIELA: A LOT! Vampires, mummies, pretty dolls...

[gurofushi]

sex education

𝜗𝜚 marius von hagen x fem! reader x vyn richter

summary; marius von hagen's private tutor, vyn richter, doesn't quite approve of how your boyfriend recklessly toys with your body. luckily, mr. vin has a master's degree in sex education and he's more than willing to share a thing or two for today's lesson.

warnings; nsfw, cuckolding (i guess?? marius is ur bf but vyn's doing most of the work)

a/n; i've had this in my drafts for probably like a year now?? 😭 i don't play tot anymore i apologize if i depicted any elements included in this imagine incorrectly!

🦷 (apologies for any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language^^)

“no, that's not quite right, you're not supposed to pet it like that. don't tell me that's how you treat actual cats?”

vyn sighs, watching as marius toy with your clit, moving his thumb in quick and tight circles. groaning in frustration, he stops and pulls his hand away from your wet cunt.

“shut up, vyn. if you're so good at making girls cum, then prove it.” he hisses, completely ignoring your whines of displeasure when he diverted his attention away from you.

you silently huff as you watch them bicker on and on about how bad of a job marius is doing– or about how vyn is acting like he ‘enjoys having a stick up his ass’ when he ‘brags about how great he is at making girls cum on his ugly shoes.’

if it wasn't for the way your own juices dripped onto the sheets from your aching pussy, you'd already be laughing your heart out at your boyfriend's inappropriate remarks.

with a small smile adorning his lips, vyn takes off his glasses and makes his way towards the bed where you and marius laid on.

“if you'll have me.”

marius grumbles and moved to sit beside you– not without rolling his eyes, of course. taking a hold of your hand, he squeezes it tightly and pecks your forehead. the gesture made your heart flutter.

he was obviously jealous and didn't like the idea of having to share you. but he brushed off his own thoughts away, taking advantage of the opportunity to properly learn how to please you.

you didn't have a problem with the way marius made love to you, but it was endearing to see how willing he was to bring you into more pleasure.

smiling at your sweet exchange, vyn averts his gaze back onto you. he settles on the spot between your legs and starts to caress your thighs gently, gliding his hands up and down your sides before finally taking your clit between his thumb and pointer finger.

you could immediately tell the difference between the way the two men treated you. when it comes to sex, marius' always moves with a sense of urgency and desire. he absolutely adores you and your body, so when you two got in the mood, he'd always run his hands all over your body. relishing in the way your soft skin reacted to his touches, he focuses on giving you as much simulation as he can offer, just so he can have you begging him to stop while his fingers abuses your insides relentlessly.

meanwhile, vyn likes to take his time. he takes pride in being able to have his significant other writhing under him, pleading for him to go faster. he's like a snail, going at a frustratingly slow pace while leaving tracks of his saliva on their body. he knows what he's doing, of course. he takes pleasure in watching his partner bounce on his cock as they plead for release, he always stays still until he sees those pretty tears slide down their cheeks, before immediately gripping onto their hips and mercilessly thrusting up into them.

you didn't realize it at the time, but maybe you really did enjoy the change of pace. vyn's handwork was thorough but efficient, and before you knew it, you had your hips lifting off the bed as the sweet feeling of release finally buzzes through your whole body.

“see, that wasn't so hard was it?” vyn chuckled in amusement, though it wasn't clear if he was talking to you for finally cumming or to marius for finally making me cum.

marius huffs, rolling his eyes whilst brushing his fingers through your hair. “whatever, richter. lesson's over.”

vyn laughs at your boyfriend's angry tone, before promptly getting up to gather his belongings.

“i hope you've learned something, von hagen. i'll see you during our next lesson.” he said as he approaches us for the last time, giving your sensitive cunt a small pat before he leaves the room altogether– making marius even more upset at the way you responded to the gesture with a whimper.

silence overcomes the room for a brief moment, nothing but your laboured breathing filling the hot atmosphere of the painter's room. feeling exposed as the cold gust of wind from the air conditioner hits your inner thighs, you close your legs, quietly lifting your head up to marius to see how he's holding up.

“. . . fuck that guy. open your legs again, i can make you cum in whatever way i want.”

[quantum1mmortality]

I NEED TO PEG THE HAT MAN

Can't tell if this is a request or not but yeah me too

Raiden or kung lao? The world may never know....

Tw/cw: pegging hcs, AFAB reader, both Raiden and Kung Lao hcs(separate), SHIVER ME FUCKIN TIMBERS BOYS THEYRE GETTING PEGGED TONIGHT, cursing, praise and both men being good boys, overstimulation they both cry

No beta I will trans my gender and DIE like a man

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Kung Lao

More than likely was the one who wanted to try it tbh. He'd be telling you about how a mans gspot is in his ass and Kung Lao thought it would be hot if you pegged him

Foreplay would just consist of 69ing, said it once and I'll say it again, 69 is the only dinner for two

Instead of sucking him off tho it would just consist of you fingering him until he came

By the time he does cum hes ready to be pegged tho, and he will make it very obvious

Debating on if he'd prefer riding you or missionary for the first time

Would settle on missionary after a while tho

After more than enough lubricant being applied to both the strap on and his hole, you slowly entered him

And my. God. Was he whimpering.

Consistently at that.

You didn't even have to move for him to be begging

"(Y/n)- please- I've- been a good boy, right?"

He'd be whimpering so much it felt like he was gonna cry

And he did

Tears would be streaming down his face as he gripped at the sheets

Youd eventually decide to stroke his cock, letting a small amount of saliva gather as your thumb fiddled with his tip

That was more than enough to send him over the edge and he came seconds after

He only lasted like, 2 and a half minutes, but god was he spent

Cum would be all over both of your abdomens as he his his face in embarrassment

After a few minutes he's fine and wants to eat you out bc you did so well for him

He'd rate the experience a 7.5/10. He'd do it again, but sparingly. Maybe like once a month. Twice if he's feeling extra spicy

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Raiden

Only does it because you wanted to try it

It takes him a good while for him to consider it tho

His asshole is VERY sensitive. I'm talking if your saliva gets near it when you're blowing him he cums instantly

So he was really hesitant at first

Eventually he gives in, mainly because of curiosity

So he humors you and you guys buy a strap

Prepping him consisted of reassurance, fingering, and a shit ton of lube

By the time he actually came he was already extremely overstimulated

So when the tip of the strap entered him and you started pushing deeper, his cock was hard again and his back was arching

He'd beg for you to go slower even though you're going at a snails pace

"(Y/n)- 's too much~ too much!"

He's crying and his breathing becomes extremely heavy

If you even speed up a little his hands are flying to your waist and making you slow down

God forbid you jerk him off. Seriously, he'd cum as soon as your hand touches his cock

Would be entirely too tired and overstimulated to do anything else for the rest of the night

He kinda just lays where he is and sleeps like that

He'd rate the experience a 4/10. It was pleasurable, but if you wanted to do it again, you need a smaller strap. He can't handle allat girth

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A/n: no further comment.

[luigilore]

hi, so in relation to your post about physical touch when you’re someone who’s used to being touched clinically and stuff.. i wanted to tell you that it moved me a lot, so thanks <33 i’m the anon who wrote a few days ago abt chronic pain, idk if you remember

but it got me thinking about how when you’ve lived most of your life in pain, your perception of sensations is so messed up. enjoying basic things like touch can be a very difficult task, and it sort of feels like you have to unlearn so many pain patterns just to be able to feel certain stimuli normally. like for me, i’m just a girl w a lot of issues in my pelvic area, and just speaking from experience, it was so hard to learn to tolerate and later enjoy sexual sensation and touch, just because your body is so used to pain there. and that’s kind of what moves me so much about lu, just the fact that i know he understands. cause pain in those areas is so stigmatized and isolating (for men and women, i think), so it really takes someone who really cares for you to work with you through it. like i just really hope there was someone in his life who he could trust with that, who was gentle with him and patient and touched him with care. it just got me feeling this strong (very emotionally charged) urge to touch him so gently and softly that he can doze off. to just touch and hold him with so much care that he can release all the tension. could be sexual or not, it doesn’t matter. just being close to him and taking care of him however he wants. kind of breaks my heart a little bit :(

ah omg hi dear im so glad to hear from you again! ofc i remember you!! i'm very sorry i have been moving at snail pace answering ur request (and this ask), i just really want to do it justice! i so appreciate your kind words from last week <3 and i am so happy that you enjoyed it, that feeling was def drawn from my own personal experience...

you really put it in such a lovely and eloquent way, you have a way with words!!! you articulated a lot of feelings i've had but struggle to express... when i got a massage earlier this year, i realized how adverse i am to touch now and it was so unenjoyable like i was tense the entire time bc im so used to expecting pain! (so that inspired that blurb)

and ugh yes... my heart... i also sooo hope he had someone like that (as i would love someone like that in my life lol)!!! but yes i think like something im so stuck on w lu is just physical (and emotional) intimacy with him in particular would be so important in ur relationship and something i think he would really value... maybe he didn't even know he valued it until he met you but...

you always seem to just know and if you don't, you always gently ask, you're patient and soft but your touch is never tentative, it's always entirely filled with love. i feel like he would struggle at the beginning of ur relationship to be this vulnerable physically bc he's never had that opportunity before, like feeling so safe/comfortable in someones arms that he can fall asleep?? i think he really craves this closeness even taking chronic pain out of the equation but yes, the layer of your patience and kindness and softness with his back would mean sm to him... i think he would sometimes get in moods where he feels like he doesnt deserve u (tbh kind of relevant but after learning about stoicism in class i totally see how he went down that rabbit hole as a man with chronic pain) i think he would struggle to articulate his needs/wants ESP related to his pain but ur so good at reading him that that's honestly okay... u can always tell when he grits his teeth or furrows his brows, or subtly rubs at his back or hip....

but i think the trust and love would just be really beautiful... and the communication; being there, listening to him, just validating the existence of his pain and struggle... <//33 my heart

sorry this is all over the place... anon i promise i am writing something about lu and chronic pain... it started off as hcs but i have sm ideas that i am currently drafting/writing an actual fic! i used to write like 5-10k wc fics so i am dipping my toes back into that hehe <3 but also i might end up posting some hcs too! thank you again for ur asks and kindness, it's really great to connect with someone else with chronic pain! <3