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[puckinghischier]

quinn fucking ur face to shut u up after the game

WHATTTTTTT

“yeah? got something to say now, huh?” quinn spits down at you, watching his cock slide in and out of your mouth through the swell and deflation of your cheeks.

you tried to respond, but all that came out was a strangled gargle, the sensation of your throat closing around his tip only spurring him on further.

“knew i was gonna have to find some way to shut you up as soon as i walked in the door. so many questions, so many opinions on the game tonight,” he grunts, gripping the back of your head and pushing it forward to meet his thrusts. “think this is a much better use of your mouth, personally. you agree, pretty girl?”

your wide, tear rimmed eyes look up at him. he watched the moisture stream down your already stained cheeks, bringing a thumb up to wipe the drops away. you try to nod, but his firm grip on your head stops you. he notices the slight movement of your fingers between your legs, shocked to see the drip of your arousal onto the floor beneath you as your fingers toy with your swollen clit. you were wearing one of his t-shirts with nothing on underneath, he assumed a surprise for him when he returned home from the disaster of a game.

he cocks an eyebrow, bringing his gaze back to your face. “you like this, huh? like me filling your mouth so full you can’t get a word out otherwise?” his thrusts get sloppier, harsher.

you whine around him, trying to keep your breath steady and even. his words cause your fingers to circle faster against yourself, thinking about how inadequate they are in comparison to his thick digits.

“well, as much as i love to see you get off to me fucking your throat raw, i never said you could touch yourself, did i?” he tsks, watching your eyes widen even more, your hand never leaving your cunt.

you sputter and struggle to convey your apology. the vibrations mixed with the constriction around his cock while you gag slightly has him shooting his release down your throat, no warning other than a sharp tug of your hair.

you lap up every drop he has to offer you, whining at the feel of your now empty mouth as he pulls back, drool mixed with his come dripping from your open mouth.

“quinn, m’sorry, was just so wet, needed something. i-“

“shhh, never said you could talk yet, did i?” quinn interrupts your hoarse plea while caressing your swollen lips with his thumb. he watches your mouth snap shut, both hands now resting on your bare thighs. he bends down to be eye level with you, reaching a hand out to collect some of your juice on his fingers, teasing you with a quick circle of your clit.

you shudder, a strangled moan leaving your spent throat as he smirks at you, not realizing how sensitive you were. “please,” you beg him, trying to rock yourself back and forth across his fingers.

he jerks his hand back, looking at the sticky coating on his fingers. “oh, sweet girl, you really did enjoy that didn’t you?” he brings his fingers to his mouth, cleaning your sweet taste off of them with a moan of delight. “god, you taste so good. swear, there’s nothing better than your flavor.”

your chest fills with hope, hope that since he’s had a taste he’ll want more. and more and more and more.

that hope is deflated, though, when he stands, towering above you once again.

“too bad you broke the rules, and i can’t have my favorite treat after such a bad game. cruel of you, really,” is all he tells you, trailing a finger down your still wet cheeks before he turns and walks away from you.

[dcangel]

luke castellan who’s normally pretty docile in camp (at least when all the other campers and counselors are around) but it’s when you happen to spot his pretty face easily in a crowd, noticing that stupid shit eating grin that’s only ever worn when you’re below him, crying from the relentless overstimulation, that you can feel your knees buckle, and maybe even a slight tensing of the muscles in your thighs. to you, it’s almost concerning how easily he can make your stomach do flips and have your thoughts consist of him and only him while you’re supposed to be helping the younger campers string their camp beads.

the very same concern wasn’t anywhere to be found when luke had you under him later that night. perhaps it drifted through the cracked-open window along with the rest of your thoughts, and the muggy air that inhabited the hermes cabin. no way in hell was there anything behind your eyes as luke dumbed you down. he made sure of it by letting his hips set their own pace. one that abused your inner walls and left arousal seeping out from under his dick, only to get fucked back in once he picked your thighs up and brought you even closer. luke hadn’t particularly explored the asphyxiation fetish you casually described while innocently picking strawberries one day, but what better moment to test the waters than right now?

seeing a large, veiny hand wrapped around your throat was definitely his thing. he was sure of this by the way you seemed to come undone from his added touch. and to luke, overstimulation was no excuse to stop pounding away at your weepy cunt.

[chaoticace2005]

Inspired by this fic: Something New (For Good Luck) - Chapter 1 - False_Fantasy - Hazbin Hotel (Web Series) [Archive of Our Own]

@falsefantasy

Lucifer, talking to Husk and Angel: I’d take a page out of your boyfriend’s book and-

Angel: *spits out drink*

Husk: My what?

Lucifer:

Lucifer: Oh, sorry, are you two married? Okay, husband’s book-

Angel and Husk, both blushing: NO!

[date2die4]

> i cant get over my au tails’ bangs,,huhuhu!

> someone once brought up the fact it look like (OOT)Link’s hairdo and

> n like.. ok, fuck it

> get link-ified, runt!

> a bonus guy if you care vvv

> forgot i had a friend VA this for funs

[moonndust]

noco doodles since they consume my every waking thought

[thecloudstan]

a quick valenwind before bed 😪

do you think Vincent knows that he probably snores louder than Cid?

[thiscityneedslessfog]

so has anyone noticed Yukiko’s arc with Konohana Sakuya calling her out on her learned helplessness and learning how she has more power than she realized and how similar it is to Adachi’s own sense of not being in control that drives him nuts because I have and I wanna talk about it

Because Konohana Sakuya calls Yukiko out on her own helplessness, looking to others, “princes,” ways to run from her situation… when she’s trying to teach Yukiko that the only thing stopping her… is Yukiko. I mean her boss form proves that firmly. She’s a bird in a cage and closes and opens up the cage to attack.

And right beforehand, she’s got a lot to say about Yukiko’s learned helplessness and the self-hatred Yukiko feels over it.

She just points out hard how Yukiko doesn’t feel in control of her life and how just… no. No that’s not true, she can do something, the power’s in her hands.

And during her Social Link, Yukiko realizes that her resentment for the inn and perceived lack of power was born from her mistaken belief that her family’s love was conditional, when it wasn’t. Not at all.

Speaking of looking away from small opportunities and convincing yourself you have to bear your problems alone because you’re worried that having a support network will take away your agency…

Wait.

Does this sound like a certain detective we know, or what?

We know less about what Adachi’s childhood was like than we do about Yukiko’s (which is to say we know like… nothing other than implying his parents weren’t terribly affectionate in Rank 2, which is why the old lady confuses him and he avoids her).

But what we do know is he keeps acting like everything is out of his control. He describes his mistake as being utterly insignificant when… he never describes it… which makes me think it’s much more important than he acts. (Knowing this guy he probably let something massive slip, but hell if he’ll tell us…) He says “and then they send me to the boonies” as if the reason he got sent wasn’t his own fault. Taking no blame in the events that got him here… when he was absolutely not blameless.

I’ve stated this before, but I believe that Adachi saw the Midnight Channel Killings as a method of taking his life back from what he felt was out of his control—when considering he had Ame-no-Sagiri burst out of him, ironically made him lose more control—even lost his own body temporarily. Adachi is an utter control freak and any sense of him having no power causes him to panic, fly off the handle and strike out at anyone around him.

And it’s not like nobody reached out to him to make the support network Yukiko learned to cherish having. I have no idea if anybody did prior to Inaba, but the thing is, I know what happened in Inaba. Dojima reached out. That old woman reached out. Yu reached out. And Adachi threw it all away, never bothered with the support network he had that was trying to exist if only he’d let it… and part of him knows that, which is why his mind got occupied by the Dojimas while in jail, despite him refusing to see Dojima as he visited him in jail. He literally kept trying to burn bridges with Dojima when he failed the first time. And more importantly, his line right before Ame-no-Sagiri overtakes him.

GEE, I WONDER WHY THAT IS, ADACHI :) (violent sarcasm)

The only time Adachi ever admitted he screwed up (right up until his parting letter) was insanely indirect via the second threat letter he sent. Because I’m 99% sure he only sent that because “Oh shit, Nanako’s the next target!!” And when he mentions being unable to clean up his own mess in the parting letter. That’s it.

Yukiko literally almost burns all her bridges too. Her earlier social links are actually about her starting to try and stake it out on her own, and even doing it behind their backs because she doesn’t quite trust them.

Like Adachi, Yukiko initially believed that staying with the network she had would give her no control over her life, as Konohana Sakuya’s quote “Everything’s decided for me, from how I live to where I die! I’m sick of it!!”

But her family’s unconditional love and the support of her friends actually gave her the power and agency she desperately wanted—she could do whatever she wanted if only she realized it. Her friends and family love her no matter what.

Which is what makes this line so perfect—Yukiko, the one who almost burnt nearly her bridges because she believed she had no power, just like Adachi, is the one who says this.

Of course Yukiko would be the one who tells him his ideas of hating the world but still not wanting to die to be nonsensical—Konohana Sakuya called her out on this shit eight months ago. “Having no hope if [you] stay but no courage to leave.” And in both the crow and the spider’s case, it would be better for them to stay. Because Yukiko has a support network no matter what and shouldn’t burn perfectly functioning bridges, and neither should Adachi, who doesn’t even realize there is someone out there who wants to be his support network—Dojima. Who literally brings him an ambulance to make sure he’s at least in a good physical state when in jail.

And Yukiko also didn’t realize how much her family loved her initially, and how important her friends were to her despite her closeness to Chie. But the difference is, Yukiko realized her support network was not only healthy, but necessary before she ever destroyed it. She realized their importance and that they weren’t at all as restraining as she’d believed.

Adachi didn’t realize in time, and still didn’t realize it even after Dojima did him a favor when he was being jailed, since he refuses to see him when he visits.

[maxdibert]

Like what would he even be doing in the same place with them if he knew they wouldnt leave him alone, like oh no, I went outside during a storm and my hair is wet, totally not my fault and I’m a victim of mother nature

If that’s true, then why do women go out partying at night if we know someone could spike our drink with burundanga and rape us? Clearly, it’s our fault, not the rapists’, right?

[scudelia55]

do i have the permission to speak

[try-set-me-on-fire]

I'd shine up the old brown shoes, I'd put on a brand-new shirt

Rated t (pretty much just for the penis talk here hahaha) // 3,565 words

“No, I need, like-“ Eddie sighs so hard it almost sounds like static. “I need… guy help. Will you just come over?”

“Are you-” Buck turns away from Natalia and kind of hunches over the phone, making his voice quieter. “Are you having a penis problem?”

“What?” Buck’s never heard Eddie that high pitched. Loud, too, enough that Buck yanks the phone away from his ear and Natalia snorts with barely contained laughter behind him. When he brings the phone back in, Eddie is making a lot of blustery sounds, which Buck waits out until he finds words again. “Wh- No! No, I don’t have- I’m not having a ‘penis problem,’ Buck!”

Buck shrugs at the air in front of him. “Okay, Eddie, you’re the one who’s hiding in a bathroom and said you needed my ‘guy help,’ what was th-”

“Oh my god, Buck, I need relationship advice, okay!”

—

Chris is going on his first date. Eddie calls Buck for backup.

[neutron-stars-collision]

So… is Luke leaving the house today?

I vote yes but willing to be a clown again lol It’s 70/30 for yes

[tulisydan]

We want Slovenia! (part 2)

part 1

(Thank you so much @ravensofskyhold for providing me the semifinals <3)

[fandomly-obsessed]

Jason Todd Autopsy Thoughts

- When a body gets autopsied, the technician stuffs all their organs in a bag that gets sewn back up in their body.

- Jason Todd was autopsied

- when Jason Todd came back to life there is a high likelihood that his organs were still bundled up in a viscera bag

- Jason Todd could get shot in the chest and not flinch bc that’s not where his heart is (it’s in his belly, yum)

You’re a criminal, you’ve caught the Red Hood. Your boss tells you to gut him pelvis to sternum. You do. Slowly, a plastic bag full of internal organs slides out of his body and *schlopps* to the ground. The Red Hood is not phased. You immediately quit your job.

Side note from @ooglesdoogles :

If you inject the bag full of Lazarus water, will the organs form a second Jason Todd? Self-mpreg with his clone?

[mophcipula]

SO I’ve been experimenting a lot with traditional art and ZINES ARE SO FUN. I figured I should share one I made earlier this year!

Text is in German BUT it reads:

„Everything alright?“

-„Oh, you know.“

„Heh.“

[fistfuloflightning]

CAN! WE! HAVE! ✨LIUSHANG✨

Please 🙏

❤️❤️❤️