#in character musings

[auxiliarypilot-beaumont]

If we have a wedding on board, we'd have to cancel the birthday party.

[dark-sunlit-s0ul]

Should I take a nap in the park? No. Do I want to?? Yes.

I do not have a balcony, and it's too loud at home since they're doing construction next door. >:/

[softvalentines]

clark hears it—he does. that sharp, elastic snap that cuts clean through the haze of heat and slick skin. he hears it the way he hears everything. crystal-clear, too in tune with the world around him for his own good. he knows what it means, too—knows exactly what just happened, what that sound was.

but still, he doesn’t stop. doesn’t even flinch. because clark kent is so insanely needy

instead, he shifts just slightly, dragging you further down the bed, arms bracketing your head as he drives himself back into your soaked, clenching cunt with a sound you’ve never heard from him before—something sticky-throated and low, a groan cut with the telltale rasp of desperation. “fuck—baby,” he gasps, and you don’t even realize what just happened, too full, too caught up in the burn of his cock dragging against your walls and the way your own arousal’s soaked all over your thighs and his pelvis. “g-god, you’re—so fucking wet. it’s—s’too much…” his voice shakes. he’s drooling, literally, a thin thread slipping down from the corner of his lips onto the pillow beside your cheek as he leans closer—his brows all drawn together, those sweet blue eyes foggy with effort.

he’s still going. like the condom didn’t just give out halfway through. like you’re not both sticky with the combination of your slick and his precum now steadily pulsing against your overstretched insides. you moan, back arching instinctively, and his hips stutter “feels s’good—feels too good—baby, i can’t—” you’re whining now, the words slipping from your mouth on instinct, barely even thinking. “clark—clark, f-fuck, it’s—i feel everything. you’re too—” you can’t even finish the sentence. he shudders above you, and you feel his cock twitch deep inside, sticky and hot and bare, so bare it’s sinful—like nothing between you two at all. he’s grinding now. not thrusting, not fucking—grinding, hips rolling deeper and deeper, trying to find that perfect spot that has your walls fluttering, that makes your toes curl and your mouth fall open in a gasp of his name. you whimper when his mouth lands on yours. he’s sloppy with it, tongue pushing between your lips in a kiss that tastes like sweat and sex and need. his hips keep moving, slower now, but firmer—more intentional.

he swallows again. there’s more drool trailing down his chin now, eyes glassy, pupils blown wide. he looks like a man half-drunk on your cunt and his own need. and when he cums inside you—bare, heavy, and endless—it’s with a strangled cry of your name, head buried in your neck, and his whole body trembling from restraint gone completely to hell.

you don’t even realize you’re crying until he’s kissing the tears off your cheeks, cock still deep inside, twitching with aftershocks. you’re both panting. slick. ruined. and full.

he doesn’t pull out. not yet.

instead, he just hums—low, almost reverent—like he’s proud. like he just made something sacred. “you’re gonna take all of it, right?” he asks, his voice breathy and so, sooo soft. “gonna keep it in for me, baby?”

[scriptastra]

[enigmaticvariation]

yellowjackets fans who don't fuck with taivan are the weakest links. you all will see two skinny feminine white girls stand next to each other and wax poetic about how much they mean to each other and their beautiful homoerotic longing but the moment there's a canonical lesbian relationship between a black woman and her butch girlfriend suddenly you don't give a fuck. "Oh, but tai cheated on her wife.." THEY EAT PEOPLE!!! THEY'RE ALL MURDERERS!!!! WHY ARE WE POLICING THEIR MORALS SIT DOWN AND ENJOY THE TOXICITY LIKE THE REST OF US!!!

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] drawn for fun, he doesn't know how to hold that thing wwwwww

[spf-musings]

Mobei-Jun never got the hang of the summer heat at An Ding Peak but this king makes do

Bonus!

[ace-inthehole]

Just thinking about a pretty old man <3

[18+] Mdni

Top gn reader. Amab or afab w/ a strap I left it vague.

Inspired by @rodolfoparras :)

When you first start your advances, he pushes you off. Because he's already an old man, hair greying, joints creaking, with eyes that have seen far too much. He can't ruin a pretty young thing like you, but oh boy does he want to. It takes everything in him to reject you, let you down lightly, because he wants you just as much as you want him. Maybe more.

It's not hard to notice his wayward glances and sneaked looks, a deep hunger in his eyes, wanting and full of desire. It's rather adorable, seeing him try so hard to suppress his urges and feelings, because he isn't convincing anyone with that act. Not you, and not himself.

But with your persistence, that little facade of his begins to crack. It starts small, maybe a few long conversations over drinks in some dingy bar or a deep chat under the view of the cityscape. His longing gaze becomes more and more passionate, heavy with lust as he takes you in. He still looks away when you meet his eyes, cheeks flushed under his beard as he grumbles some poor excuse.

Fleeting looks become yearning gazes, a brush of your hands become intertwining the under the table. He's breaking, and it's because of you.

And when you finally bed him, he's nothing short of a mess. Splayed out bare before you on your bed, gasping and crying out at every touch. It isn't his first time, far from it, but man does it feel like it is. Every touch from your warm hands on his skin, your breath fanning over his neck or your lips on his face send pleasant and hot hums through his body.

It's embarrassing, it's shameful, every part of him on display before you, but your loving eyes that see nothing but beauty makes his heart clench.

He can hardly get it up anymore, just barely half hard when you're pressing into him, but it feels so good he doesn't have the mind to be embarrassed. When you kiss him you taste the bitter ash lingering from the cigarette he smoked earlier, but his noises are more than sweet enough to make up for it.

When he comes, he's gasping and throwing his head back, body convulsing as he desperately clings onto you. A beautiful sight really, such a man in pieces under you. Pieces that you tear apart with ardor and put back together again lovingly. He lets you do so, becoming putty at your fingertips and moulding into any form you shape him into.

He's reduced to a crying, sniffling little mess with his release splattered on his stomach, but he stares up at you with such pure adoration. He settles into your arms after you clean yourselves up, head resting on your chest and arms wrapped tightly around you.

Truly, an adorable old man.

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So this is my first time writing smut lol. Go easy on me, thanks. This was written with Price in mind but I decided to keep the character ambiguous.

[illiaccrest]

Based on what the subtle dialog in his backstory implies about what the slave masters used him for...I can't bring myself to imagine Aventurine as being totally normal about intimacy...😩

[nothatsmi]

Haikyuu S1 screenshot redraw doodle dump! (part 1)

These were so fun to make. I'll upload more.

I do this thing where I screenshot quite literally everything in this, which is both very useful and fun - and a bit creepy cause my screenshot gallery has like a thousand screenshots of volleyball dudes, but I'm having a hell of a good time for sure.

[auxiliarypilot-beaumont]

Thinking about becoming the ship's cryptid. idk I just think it would be fun/funny. :)

[dark-sunlit-s0ul]

I should go to Florida...

I don't know why though.

>:/

[softvalentines]

pairing: clark kent x reader cw: smut, implied afab reader, detailed cock description, size kink (girth, curve, heavy leaking), overstimulation (both reader + clark), possessiveness, breeding implications (clark cumming inside reader), messy cum play / excessive cum, mild cock worship, oral fixation (mentions), soft dom clark tendencies (whining, needy, desperate), praise kink (clark praising reader, reader overwhelmed by him), slight somnophilic undertones if interpreted (from exhaustion overstimulation context), implied emotional dependency (clark clinging, not wanting to stop)

you're thinking about clark’s dick again.

because how could you not? it’s almost a problem — the kind of thing that stays in the back of your mind during the day, lurking like a half-forgotten dream, like the heat off sun-baked asphalt or the feel of his calloused palm on your throat.

its slightly paler than the rest of him, with the faintest gradient of color that darkens where it matters most. the kind of cock you can tell stays heavy even soft, obscenely thick — thick enough that when you first dropped to your knees and wrapped your fingers around it, you couldn’t get your hand to fully meet around the base. one of those things you both half-laughed at the first time, though clark’s laugh was tight and frayed at the edges, like it physically hurt him to joke about something that made his stomach twist up so tight.

and it’s heavy, too — warm and weighty against your palm, a pretty flush already gathering at the tip before you even do anything, fat droplets of pre-beading and threatening to spill over at the barest touch. he leaks like it’s a biological malfunction, an embarrassing, syrupy need that never seems to stop, stringing from his tip to your wrist while he hisses through his teeth, murmuring soft, ruined apologies against the shell of your ear like he can’t help it.

there’s a curve to it, one you don’t always catch with your eyes — it isn’t obvious, isn’t obscene. but you feel it. god, you feel it. when he’s got you split open underneath him, when you’re writhing against the mattress and clenching around him so hard it makes him stutter his hips, you feel that gentle bend pressing into the most sensitive part of you, scraping maddeningly slow along your walls until yourwhole body’s tensing like a live wire. mind-numbing is a generous word for it. it’s more like being torn in half and reassembled around him.

and the thing about clark is, he overstimulates himself as bad as he does you. you’ll be beneath him, pinned under the impossible press of his weight, those big hands splayed possessively on your hips or tangled tight in your hair, and he’s whining through every thrust. panting ragged against your skin, muttering broken things like 'so good, so tight, can’t—fuck, can’t stop', because even when his cock’s visibly twitching, so sensitive it’s driving him stupid, he won’t pull out. won’t slow down. he wants to fill you, wants to stuff you so full of his thick, heavy release that it’s leaking out around him while he keeps going. and it’s so much. an actual, shameful amount.

by the time he cums, it’s never one neat pulse — it’s messy, viscous, endless. you swear you can feel it flooding you deeper, warmer than it should be, spilling out before he’s even finished. and clark’s never quiet about it, either. no, he’s desperate. one hand cradling the back of your head while he whimpers against your throat, hips jerking in tiny, needy thrusts as if he can’t bear the emptiness the second you’re not milking every drop from him.

and omfg, his happy trail. keeps it trimmed, neat, because even though he could let it go wild, he’s always a little shy about looking too unkempt, the boy from smallville still somewhere under the god-tier frame. but it’s there, that soft dusting of dark hair starting just under his navel, trailing down to where it thickens at the base of his cock, and you swear every time you catch sight of it, you get a little lightheaded. and yet here he is, flushed and wrecked, reduced to a whining mess in your hands, drenching your insides and clinging to you like you’re the only tether he’s got left on this earth.

and every time, you promise yourself it’ll just be a memory. that you won’t think about it next time you’re out together, next time he wraps an arm around your waist too casually or calls you ‘darlin’ in that low, honeyed voice. and yet here you are, thinking about clark’s dick. again.

[scriptastra]

[pinkravat-art]

messy gomen

[im-an-apollogist]

✨️THE NINE MUSES✨️

Calliope (Muse of epic poetry)

Clio (Muse of history)

Polyhymnia (Muse of sacred hymn)

Euterpe (Muse of flute playing)

Terpsichore (Muse of dance)

Erato (Muse of erotic poetry)

Melpomne (Muse of tragedy)

Thalia (Muse of comedy)

Urania (Muse of astronomy)