#just to get back in the swing of things!

[aeonfought]

gonna do a small muse overhaul, but have a plotting call!!

[l4ndoflies]

Take it

Schlatt x reader

Smut, 18+ minors dni!!

Sometimes Schlatt gets into a very particular mood. He loves you, god, he loves you so much but sometimes, what he needs is to fuck you like he hates you. Sometimes he needs it dirty and rough, and sometimes it's cold and calculated.

But damn, if it isn't the best sex you've had.

It's the kind of sex where he doesn't wait, where he wastes no time in getting your bottom half accessible to him so that he can thrust into you, making you take the entirety of his cock in one smooth stroke. He doesn't wait for you to adjust, instead, he smirks at the way your breath leaves your body as he immediately pulls out and thrusts back into you so hard that your body jostles with the force.

For a second, the pleasure-pain is so intense you are physically unable of making any noise. You're left staring up at him, mouth dropped open on a moan that is stuck in your throat, eyes rolling back when he spreads your legs wider to get a deeper angle.

With every deep thrust, he knocks the wind out of your body, you can't catch your breath and you're left pleading with him to give you a break.

"Jay." you gasp, "Fuck- baby, I can't-“

"Shut up an' take it" he growls in your ear, pushing your legs further back against your chest, hips drilling into you, "Be a good girl, and take it for me."

His lips smash against yours, and you whine against him, hands digging into his shoulder blades and down his back, no doubt leaving red marks in their wake.

"Fuck," you moan, nearly screaming when his hand comes to rub harshly at your clit, " can't." you whine.

"Thought you were my good girl?" Schlatt says, voice low and deep and impressively steady for the brutal pace he's keeping, "Don't you wanna be my good girl?"

"Yes," you whine, long, drawn-out and needy, "Wanna be good."

"well" he hisses, biting down on your bottom lip roughly, "then shut up, and fucking take it."

And take it you do, because you are nothing if not his good girl.

[taxlthomas]

Should probably post these few sketches now instead’a later today huh

[picopepin]

@mettatonmay - Day 10 - Mahou Shounen Ton-Ton (free day) Feels good to be back :^)

[greenheartart]

Day 30 - Found

Featuring a young Stretch and Blue ⭐

[nooodledude]

rewatching this show when I was out of state on an emergency thingy lol I haven’t had much time to draw but we should bring back those pistachio idiots. And also Dakota looks straight up like 70s Elvis and I’m even more obsessed w him as a character now.

[doomedcousins]

I'm on the stairs

In a beautiful gown

And you look so stupid

Your teeth on the ground

[sibilans]

i saw these monkeys and thought of them

[time-slink]

i miss etho vault hunters so bad

[evergreen-endo]

EMERGENCY CONTACT – y. endo

cw: 18+ mdni. gn! reader; no pronouns used for reader. sexting and nut vids! yay! endo is slutty (affectionate). he calls reader baby once or twice. hints of pining if you squint. unedited. wc: 1.2k (lol)

Something about today has been so peaceful, and you can’t exactly put your finger on what it is. All you know is you feel content. Productive. Unbothered. 

Ding.

Unknowing of what is to come, you flip your phone over to read the notification and nearly jump out of your skin.

From: Yamato Endo

I just came so much thinking of you.

You can’t help the annoyed roll of your eyes or the long disdainful exhalation of breath. It all makes sense now; Endo’s been quiet all day. Until now. And of course, in typical Endo fashion, this is how he chooses to break his silence. You hate the way the corner of your mouth twitches upwards, and your fingers betray you. 

To: Yamato Endo

Proof?

You slide your phone across the kitchen counter, hoping to leave the room before you hear another ding, but it rings in your ears before you’ve even had a chance to fully stand up. There’s another load of laundry waiting to be folded that you could take care of before you touch your phone again. Or even a hot shower calling your name to be the solidification of a relaxing day. But your body turns against your will, fingertips reaching out for your phone as they often do, to your dismay.

From: Yamato Endo

[1 image attached]:

…It’s the most heinous shit you’ve seen in your life.

He wasn’t joking. Endo’s half-hard cock sits wet and glistening on his stomach, surrounded by a moat of milky, translucent cum. Clearly, he’d gone multiple rounds in multiple positions, made evident by the way his cum is streaked on nearly every visible part of his skin. 

There are drops of it still beaded onto the sheets below him where it’s dripped from his abdomen. His slender tattooed fingers are drenched, loosely wrapped around the base. His pubes are tousled and shiny, speckled in creamy dewdrops of cum. It even breaks up the lines of his inked skin, ropes laid over his pecs and splattered onto infinity. The last straw is the drop sandwiched between the tip of his tongue and bottom lip, complimented by an open mouthed smirk that’s all too familiar to you.

You contemplate blocking him. But your thumbs trail down to the keypad. 

To: Yamato Endo

What a waste. 

You wait for what feels like forever for those three little dots to pop up, but they never come. You figure it’s actually not such a bad thing that he isn’t touching his phone with soiled fingers, and walk away with a heat in your core that’s hard to ignore. 

It’s not easy to shake the thoughts of him away while you change into your loungewear— imagining the rough feel of his hands around your waist when you lift your shirt over your head. Or the squeeze of his palms into the meat of your thighs as your bottoms drop to the floor.

A distant ding from the other room pumps your heart up a pace, but your brain fights your body— resisting the urge to drop everything for a glance at your phone. Slowly slipping into something more comfortable, you attempt to ease yourself back into the peaceful mindset your day started with. 

It all crumbles when you see his name again. 

From: Yamato Endo

[1 video attached]: 

Your face burns the second you press play. Yamato is panting softly out of the frame, two tattooed fingers slowly scooping cum from his skin and letting out a soft keen as he smears it onto his cock. Your throat goes dry as you watch him pump himself, hips bucking from what you’re sure is overstimulation. Heat floods you at the low tone of his voice, “A waste, huh? You jealous, baby? Want my cum inside you?” A chuckle gets caught in his throat, groaning as his hand tightens, “Yeah. Yeah, I know. Bet you’re– nghh, fuck. C-clenching ‘round nothin–”

You take a sharp inhale, cutting his voice off with a click of the side button on your phone. You were barely halfway through the video and he’s already coursing through your veins. A few minutes with your head in your hands in complete silence is all you can muster. You hate that he’s right.

Breathe in, breathe out. Your heartbeat slows, your temperature regulates. It all gets thrown out the window a second later.

Ding. Ding. Ding. 

From: Yamato Endo

Cat got your tongue? You’re so cute, baby. Really not helping my case here. 

Oh yeah, your read receipts are on. You groan, throwing your head down onto your arms. He’d find it cute that you feel the need to avert your gaze when he isn’t even there to look at you. Peeking up at your phone, slowly you scroll back up to press play again. 

“—God, wish I could feel it– you. You always feel so fuckin’ good,” he breathes, strained and deep in his throat. The veins in his hands are prominent with how hard he’s gripping himself, the steady shlick making your brain go fuzzy. “Good enough that– haah, shit– once is enough. B-but without you,” he chuckles, “c-can’t stop, ‘s not enough. Need you…” Endo’s voice pitches into a whimper as he strokes faster, desperately, bucking his hips into his hand. The video shakes around a bit as he moves to end it, giving you a second long, blurry view of his fucked out expression and messy black locks spread out on his pillow.

The room is silent when the video ends. For a few seconds, actually. The realization that he never shuts up even when he’s alone should be infuriating, but there’s a puddle of arousal in the seat you’re in. You play the same game you always do, despite the desperation creeping up your throat.

To: Yamato Endo 

Doesn’t look like you need much help. 

You bite your lip when you press send– you wish he didn’t see through you. He’s not even around and you can sense the amusement exuding off him. You flick your eyes over to your keys dangling on the hook by the entryway, spine already threatening to fold.

From: Yamato Endo

[1 image attached]: Aw, not even gonna offer to clean me up? So mean to me.

Sigh. 

Cum coats Endo’s long fingers, milky white jewelry draped across the inked skin. His hand lays on top of his chest where a thin sheen of sweat glistens, sandwiched between muscle. The angry pink around his hardened nipples is another not-so-subtle suggestion that certainly wasn’t included in the frame on accident, knowing him.

You don’t even realize how long you stare at the photo before you’re rudely interrupted by a call. It’s him, of course, infuriatingly handsome features invading the entirety of your screen. For someone you refer to as just a hookup, you’ve set quite a romantic contact image. The rim of his cheekbone is lit by the evening sun; you’d been out on the beach doing things hookups don’t usually do. His intense eyes are cast to you from the side, complimented by an uncharacteristically warm smile. You make a mental note to change the photo later, and take a deep breath before you accept the call.

“Hey–”

He’s got no time for niceties, clearly, “What’s it gonna take to get you over here, huh? A ride and a meal? Can get you anything you want, just say the word.” He’s out of breath, but his tone is still laced with something smug.

You pretend to consider. “Hm…I’ll bite, maybe.”

He speaks through a smile. “God, I hope you do.”

[achingly-shy]

kat's five-star agents of shield episodes (1/?) + @goosecoven’s may art event: get to know you night 🪿

"pasty? oh, really? well, when did you become so sun-kissed? because i'm pretty sure that every minute of every day, you've been stuck in a lab right beside me. at the academy, at sci-ops, this plane — you've been beside me the whole damn time!"

[ruffaloon]

What if we don't touch? What if we only talk about what we want and cannot have?

Hawkeye & BJ // Ankles by Lucy Dacus

[mjsidd]

[z-1-wolfe]

happy (late) new year XP

[tangledinink]

*casey jones enters the set* *live studio audience applauds*

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[misc-obeyme]

prompt: Mammon

a/n: I know, I'm late. I had... a lot going on yesterday. So you get Mammon late. I was going to do Levi today too but I can't find the notes I wrote for his anywhere. So you'll get Levi at some point, maybe tomorrow? I dunno, I might just be a day late forever now, too lol. Anyway, I'm sorry for the low quality of this, like I said there were extenuating circumstances. @om-adventcalendar

Mammon x GN!MC

Warnings: more fluff~

It was the end of a lovely night out, courtesy of Mammon winning big at the casino for once. He insisted on spending it all on a date and who were you to refuse him?

You followed him out into the parking lot after finishing a delicious meal at Ristorante Six. When you reached his Demonio, Mammon put a hand in his pocket for his keys. You watched him as he frowned and checked the other pocket. Then he looked at you in confusion as he began patting down the pockets of his jacket, clearly checking for keys that he couldn't find.

Finally, he peered into the driver's side window, his hands on either side of his face to block any glare.

"Let me guess," you said, after watching this play out. "The keys are locked inside?"

Mammon pulled his head away and looked at you forlornly. You pressed your shoulder against his so you could put your face where his had been between his hands. Sure enough, the keys sat alone and discarded on the driver's seat.

"How did you lock the car without the keys?" you asked.

"This car is top of the line, MC," Mammon said. "It locks automatically."

You moved away from the car and saw Mammon rubbing at his face beneath his sunglasses for a moment. When he looked at you again, it was with the most defeated expression you had ever seen. It was so cute, you couldn't help but laugh.

“Oi!” he protested immediately. “It ain’t funny!”

You tried to suppress your laughter, but it it was difficult. "Don't you have a spare key somewhere?"

"Nah, this is the only key," Mammon said, folding his arms and pouting at your poorly concealed amusement.

You laughed again and took his arm. "Come on, don't look like that. You have to admit it's a little funny."

“I don’t gotta admit anythin’,” he grumbled.

You pulled out your D.D.D. "All right, let's call a locksmith."

Mammon didn’t say anything as you found a number for a locksmith and called. You gave them your location and told them your predicament. You had to wait only a short time before the demon showed up.

The demon gave Mammon a slight bow, clearly recognizing him as the Avatar of Greed.

Then he saw you and smirked. “This human causing you problems, huh?” he asked. “Coulda told you humans are dumb.”

The air around Mammon began to crackle, making you suck in a breath. He took a few steps, getting real close to the demon. He looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I'm the one who locked the keys in the car. Are ya callin' me dumb?"

The demon back pedaled immediately. “N-no, of course not!”

“Good,” Mammon said. “Now apologize to my human.”

The demon looked like he was about to shit himself. “S-sorry,” he stuttered in your direction, unable to meet your eyes.

Mammon backed off, returning to your side. He grinned and it was a little bit unhinged. “Now can ya unlock the door or not?”

The demon quickly unlocked the door, handing Mammon the keys and insisting there was no charge for the service. He got into his own vehicle and drove off so fast you thought he might take flight.

You turned to Mammon. “Was that really necessary? You scared that guy half to death.”

Mammon grinned at you, escorting you to the passenger side and opening the door for you. “Nobody insults my human.”

You rolled your eyes, but got into the car. Mammon closed your door then went around and got into the driver’s seat. He leaned over the center console toward you. “Ain’t it my duty to defend your honor?”

You snorted. “Pretty sure I’m the one defending your honor all the time. But I’ll let you see how it feels, just this once.”

You met him over the console with a gentle kiss, teasing his bottom lip with your tongue before pulling away.

Mammon's eyes were glazed over for a moment before he cleared his throat and started the car. You noted how he took the quickest way back to the House of Lamentation with almost no regard for speed limits. He parked the Demonio in its usual spot in his room, but it was a long time before either of you got out.

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