#[ tents fingers ]

[basedtater]

fleetwood mac winterhawk au for the writing ask game 👀

i opened my document and it was EMPTY lmfao go me

anyways

so basically clint and bucky and (and more i havent decided who else yet) have this band and the relationship dynamics are.... messy. clint and bucky are very committed but also very toxic and they dont get better. very drugs, alcohol, rock and roll au. images of bucky trying to save the relationship, but clint unable to separate work from relaxation adding tension to everything

the thing is that bucky is *super* committed to being his authentic self so literally all of their drama goes into their songs, their love, their adoration, their fights, their make-ups and it just adds more tension into their relationship because now the press is hounding them for details and clint is so dedicated that he refuses to stop and its slowly tearing them apart,,,,,,,,

the thing is that music therapy is a thing but constantly rehashing old fights after a set because the music is reminding you of old shit is not actually good for your mental health yk

anyways i have plans for this i promise!! im just slow

[iaf]

I love High Five's contact photo for Miko

[saintxgerard]

I would like to bring to attention that Gerard and Ray are listed as being a part of the music department for the new Five Nights at Freddy’s movie on imdb

[cinnamontoastcroonch]

Laurance Zvahl/MCD headcannons & ideas

- Laurance should have been the one to absorb Shad’s relic. The angst potential for an arc like that would be SO unreal. saturation 100 angst. Imagine the horror he would feel knowing that he houses the essence of the very thing that ruined both his and so many other lives. catastrophic. give it here🤲

- wears a necklace with a pendant that belonged to Joh. he is VERY attached. NEVER takes it off. do with this what you will. (evil laughter and angst noises)

- man has the sharpest tongue/quickest wit in Ru’aun. he will clap back at anybody and can make a joke out of anything. king of deadpan humor.

- very protective of Malachi. after the time leap, seeing him grown makes Laurance emotional, but he hides it.

- ^on the note of children, he is very good with them. he never really saw himself having children, but would most likely adopt given his own status as an orphan, which is why he kinda saw Malachi as a sort of son.

- has a natural knack for survival skills. point at anything and he will tell you if it’s safe to eat. always builds the fire when setting up camp w/ the crew, even if he hates the memories the flames bring him. besides, the fire won’t burn his hands like it will his friends’.

- keeps watch almost obsessively when traveling or on duty. his SK enhanced senses keep him ultra alert.

- once it was suggested that if they ever needed to visit the nether, he would be a definite candidate due to his ability to navigate it. he nodded along quietly and agreeably at the time, but disappeared for a few hours shortly after. if his hands had a slight tremble for the rest of the week, nobody mentioned it.

(if vylad saw him cradling his head between his knees at the base of a tree, he also kept quiet)

- takes great care of his hair (duh)

- is VERY fast. always has been.

-incredible fashion sense. creds to Cadenza ofc.

i definitely have more of these tucked up in the depths of my brain so lmk if u guys want more :D

[endenope]

idk what this is and pls dont tell me bc i dont like story leaks but its hilarious how my first thoughts when seeing this on my TL was "oh? do they have to share a tent now too? are they gonna fuck in it?" rip to whoevers camping w them and hearing all those squelchies and slaps and muffled moans etcetc

[melanodis]

did you know that all of the fnaf games are 100% off if you torrent them

[thedawningofthehour]

Oh by the way, when I said this is a long chapter

I wasn't joking.

[bitchthefuck1]

I never noticed this before, but in Austerlitz when Logan runs at Kendall like he might hit him, Roman tries to reach out and stop him.

The only other time we see Roman actually try to fight back or intervene is when Kendall tries to grab Shiv in the finale.

[gert-the-disaster]

random ass art styles i totally fw

[aviscarrentals]

oscar ily pookie but it’s giving evil cartoon villain’s annoyingly useless son

[gghalcyon]

König: I thought about the night we went camping, Mein Süßi. You rode my tongue and fingers like you couldn't get enough. So wild and sloppy, and so fucking beautiful. I covered your mouth to keep you quiet. We didn't want the others nearby to hear us, right? 😈

- - -

The night air was heavy with the scent of wildflowers, and the stars twinkled in the deep indigo sky like a million tiny gems. You and König had snuck back into your tent after midnight, and you were both grateful for the cover and shelter it provided from the oppressive summer heat.

You curled against König's bare chest, your face nestled into the crook of his shoulder and neck, and your fingers tracing gentle, soothing circles on his warm skin. You could hear his steady heartbeat and feel the evenness of his breath. A soft silence settled over the tent, punctuated only by the occasional sound of an owl hooting in the distance. Camping together was something you both enjoyed, being close to nature, and especially experiencing it with each other.

While you were both still and a relaxed, there was a vibrancy and electricity between you both like a live wire. Sexual tension grew as König softly touched your back, tracing random shapes against your soft skin. A feeling of contentment filled your entire body, a sense of utter peace. Nothing existed beyond the two of you in that little moment—not the heat, not the passing of time, not even what was going on outside the tent—just König and you and the tenderness and want radiating between you.

König hands moved under your shirt as he leaned in and kissed you, and you began to moan in delight at where he was escalating your experience to. He started to undress you, and you let him, as you also took his clothes off until both of you were naked under each other's gaze. 

As König's lips danced over your collarbone, you arched your back and sighed softly, enjoying every tantalizing touch. Your fingers tangled in his dark blonde hair as he trailed kisses down your chest. He cupped, caressed, and kissed your supple breasts, taking one hard nipple into his mouth after the other as his hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve and valley. You leaned into his touch, enjoying how easily he could turn you into liquid. 

You felt his arousal between your legs, his hard cock pressing against your thigh, making you want to feel and taste it between your lips. You want him to be admired; you want him to feel just how wonderful you'll make him feel with your tongue and mouth.

König studied you, his eyes smoldering. He was so long and hard and begging to be touched by you, that you’re salivating at the prospect.

“What do you have in mind?" he asked, his blue eyes piercing with need.

You found your voice, equally needy and desperate, giving him your promise. “I'm going to make you come so hard, baby," you said, as you gently pushed him onto his back and take your place between his legs.

You admired the sight of your giant before you. You traced König's thigh with delicate fingers, feeling him shudder as you then brushed against his throbbing cock. You grabbed it tightly in your palm, and he shivered as you ran the tip of it along your lips. Wet and slippery, his pre-cum coating your lips and making them glisten. He liked it when you did that.

With a teasing lick, you tasted the slickness of his arousal, and you could feel the tension becoming unbearable as he fought to restrain himself from taking over. But you wanted him to surrender to your touch, to moan in pleasure as you pleasured him into oblivion. You wanted to feel him explode inside your mouth and relish in the sensation of his innermost desires being fulfilled.

He trembled and gasped at the sensation of your lips on his hard cock, and you looked up at him with a hungry desire. In one movement you take him deeper into your throat until you could feel every vein against the back of your tongue. Your mouth watered in anticipation as you slid him out and then back in again while your fingers dug into his thigh to increase the intensity of each thrust. He moaned louder than before and lost himself in the pleasure of it all.

"Liebling--fuck!--that is so gut…" He growled as you began a rhythm, and dammit, for a moment, he was lost for words, his mouth opened wide as if in awe. You had him in your mouth, licking and sucking his cock with an intensity that drove him wild. His hips instinctively moved against you as you pleasured him with so much enthusiasm and expertise. You knew exactly how to drive him crazy.

You knew what had to be done; felt the tingle in your core at the excitement of the thought of König using your mouth roughly and fucking it senselessly. You knew he just needed the permission and needed you to initiate it because König was a gentle lover most times unless when you told him not to. And right now, you didn't want soft and gentle. You wanted rough and powerful and in charge König.

So you press König's left hand to the back of your head and beg him to take control. You pull back, meet his gaze, and he watched in rapt attention as you let his cock leave your mouth with a loud "pop" while a trail of saliva trickled down the side of your smiling lips.

"Fuck my mouth, baby," you begged because you want nothing more than for him to fuck your mouth hard. 

His fingers instinctively threaded through your hair as you take him in deep in the warmth of your mouth. He gave you what you wanted—fucking your tight lips with his cock. You breathe through your nose and relaxed your throat, having experienced deep throating him after almost a year together and many sensual experiences together. You're a fast learner; once you learn, you never forget. Especially when it was about him, your man, your giant.

You felt his hips pushing forward with each thrust, his hand guiding your head to a steady pace, until his coach digging deeper and deeper into your throat. You eagerly took him in, loving how much you're driving him wild and enjoying his taste. There was a power in you pleasing him like this, knowing that only you could bring this giant to the very edge.

König was close; you could feel it. Every thrust shook him with pleasure, and his breathing grew heavier as he inched closer to the edge. You matched his movements, tightening your lips around him and increasing your pace as your hands caressed his muscular thighs.

You could feel him tensing up, waiting for the perfect moment to let himself go. With one final push, he gripped your head firmly and sent a wave of pleasure over you as he came with a deep, reverberating growl. His climax spilled against your tongue, and you swallowed every last drop like a thirsty woman, ensuring nothing was left. You enjoyed his taste before slowly releasing his cock from your grip, savoring in the aftershocks of his orgasmic bliss.

He pulled away, trembling uncontrollably as pleasure radiated down his spine. You looked up at him, eyes wide, hair wild and disheveled, and your lips curved in the most beautiful and smug smiles he's ever seen that he couldn't help but reflect back.

König's pupils were dilated with awe and wonder. He touched your flushed cheeks lightly and kissed your lips uninhibitedly, not caring that he could taste himself as your tongues intertwined. He lifted you up until you were straddling him. You looked down at the love of your life, this giant that you captured staring at you like you're the goddess of his dreams as he ran his rough callus hands over your smooth skin, caressing and squeezing, and loving on you as if he never wanted you to be a dream that would fade away.

Electricity coursed through your body. You were his goddess of sex he worshiped and adored. You shivered against him as you leaned in and captured his lips again until you felt him harden. That was one of many things you loved about him, his stamina, and his ardent sexual need.

"You are incredible, Liebling," he whispered against your neck, nipping it gently, making sure to leave a mark, so others would see the next day that you were all his, and only his.

He gently guided you on your back, lowered himself so that he was faced to faced with your slick, wet folds. He parts you open, and you swear you were gushing just for him, your body feeling so hot to his touch.

His gaze is intense as he looks up at you, nuzzling his nose on the inner parts of your thigh, relishing in your arousal, so close to his lips. "I'm going to make you come so hard, Liebling. So fucking hard you'll scream."

That was his promise to you, and you knew he'd fulfill it with all the gusto of a well trained military operative. He never failed at his promises or missions. You and your pussy was his mission.

"Baby," you said nervously as you feel his breath against your core, your legs stretched out in anticipation, "I don't want other people near us to hear."

He gave you a wink, a smirk and replied, "Well, I guess you'll just have to manage not to be too loud, my love."

And with that, he proceeded to lavish you.

His tongue and fingers worked their magic, courting bolts of pleasure through you with each teasing lick and thrust. He found your sensitive clit and nuzzled it with his lips while plunging his long fingers deep into your core. You're tight and wet, just as he likes it, and delicious like honey against his lips. He ravished you.

He then crooked his fingers against the perfect spot inside you, causing an uncontrollable gush of wetness to pour down your thighs. Ah, he knew exactly how to find that special spot that made you so undeniably wet, that you were certain you've soaked the sleeping bag beneath you.

His fingers were coated in your arousal as he thrusted them in and out of you, faster and faster, each stroke more demanding than the last. The sound of your moans and wetness slapping against his expertly crafted fingers and the slobbery sound of his lips licking and sucking your clit, pushed you further over the edge.

Were you making too much noise? Did others know what you were doing? Did you care? - Thoughts raced through your head only to dissipate as your body was wracked with powerful pleasure that shocked you to your core.

"König! Uhnn! Baby--Oh. My. God!" You nearly screamed, only muffled by his hands clamped over your mouth to quiet you, but the moans kept coming because he wasn't stopping.

He continued to plunge into you, one hand covering your mouth while the other hand continued its maddeningly pleasurable movement inside you. 

He pushed past all boundaries you didn't realize you had until all there remained was wanton and crazy bliss, and you, with your eyes rolling back at the intense feeling of being cherished and loved by the giant of a man before you. 

Your legs shook and flailed uncontrollably in rapture. More. You wanted so much more. You liked it harder, you wanted to be consumed, and at the same time, it was all too much that you felt you were losing your mind as he fucked you with his fingers and continued to worship all of you.

König's eyes fixed on you as he drove his fingers deeper and faster into you. It was too much! You were only coming down from your first orgasm when you were on the brink of another one. With every thrust of his skilled hands, your pleasure heightened even more. He seemed to study your reactions, determined not to miss a moment.

Your breathing became heavier as the sensations started to overwhelm you. Your body began to tense up, and König knew it was almost time. He let out a husky growl as he pushed harder and deeper into you, wringing every last bit of pleasure from your body as he moved you closer and closer to the edge. His lips pressed harder against your clit, sucking, nibbling--it felt glorious.

You were at his complete mercy now, totally and utterly lost in the ecstasy that was König's touch. Tears started streaming down your face as his fingers moved in perfect unison with each other inside you. He kept pushing until you could no longer tolerate the overwhelming sensation of his fingers and tongue on you. You then finally screamed his name in pure ecstasy as your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. 

König kept exploring your body with his hands long after the intensity of your pleasure had subsided. He caressed all your most sensitive spots until they relaxed and trembled from the post-orgasmic afterglow. Finally, he removed his hand from your mouth, allowing sweet gasps for air to fill the silent tent once again before crashing down in exhaustion onto the sleeping bag next to you. 

You lay there enjoying the blissful aftermath of what happened, feeling incredibly safe in König's arms despite being completely exposed and vulnerable moments ago. You looked up at him adoringly and whispered “thank you" for such an intense experience before rolling over and snuggling against him in contentment. 

"'Thank you'?" He grinned, "That good, my love?"

You giggled and nodded, "That's an understatement. It was absolutely amazing."

"Gut. My wild one only deserves the best."

Read More from the Textuals Series | Master List | Read on AO3

[fisheito]

Eiden was fully stuffed like the snake toy in R5. We finally got stomach bulging. I knew big boy Yakumo could do it.

wait what?! is. was? tHAT the "thing" for R5? i .. i was n't even looking there i have to go back and check!!!!!!!

[bloodyarn]

❝ Hm, my fingers seem very dry  &  easily nibbleable tonight. What a shame, I know nobody who would help me out there . . . ❞

[barebon35]

After the storm sieges Will in that field, Joyce holds him that night, her weight against him like a remora along his spine. And as he sleeps, or as the body cradled to the crook of hers does, it isn't Will she is holding. It is the body that belongs to Will, but Will isn't whats inside anymore. Or if he is, it's in microdoses, like a craving ringworm or hopeless antigen.

And later in the hospital, waiting for doctors to make a decision and waiting for Will to wake up -not the monster in Will's skin, but Will, his wise and wonderul mage- Mike sees it; the shifting animal in his best friend's body, even if no one else seems to. Sees the way it stares back at him in those unfeeling brown eyes that are so far from the hazel dream catchers Mike knows, gritty shadows of dust devils swirling beneath the surface. He sees it and he hates it and he spends every second stuck in that room hating it, the feeling second only to the chilling fear he has for Will. The fear that this time he won't come back.

[soph-skies]

the special effects in the untamed are garbage (lovingly) and i will defend them with my life

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

AAAAAAAA