#(for too long)

[xximperioxx]

Fuck getting Cirice’d by Papa let me get Mummy Dust’ed by Dewdrop

[vinnyberries]

(Design by @rottingraisins)

[rayven81194]

guess who’s having thoughts about the birdhouse again

please free me it rewired my brain

Okay so idk how to start this, but I was just thinking about the was it a dream, was it not thing. q!Phil is unreliable in this situation, it fucked him over a lot and we can see that he doesn’t fucking know for sure either, he just went with it not being real

Now i’m not gonna pretend like I know which it is, I just want to point out silly things for both

First off, if it was real, it has a solid proof. Pretty sure Fit and Tubbo checked all of Phil’s house, even where he woke up, and he wasn’t there. Also, I’ve seen somewhere about the headcanon that Cucurocho can control dreams, which could also work heavily here, and explain some sentiments

Now for the it was actually a dream part, there isn’t as reliable proof, but oh god the possible angst that could come from this

When you dream, like literally not like aspirations, you are asleep, vulnerable. I think the bird house showed some of q!Phil’s most vulnerable moments. He sounded so defeated when Cucurocho showed up

Okay yadayada rambles, now for the angst

He dreamt that Tallulah wrote him a letter (didn’t know that when I watched it and for months after didn’t as well), with cords, where her and Chayanne could be. It was the best thing that could’ve happened to him. Missa came back, his kids sent him a letter. He just had to travel lightly and not tell anyone, and he would see them again

Then he was trapped, which we know for one thing, he doesn’t like. Look at his Hardcore world, his canonical dreams. It’s open, and he’s free, but his dream turned into a nightmare, being locked by a person we know he doesn’t like. The feds literally clipped his wings, being trapped by them if this was a dream was probably an amplified version of his emotions regarding that matter

Also for the it was real thing, he had a dream inside a dream, which was weird and knew where to go when he woke up, but bro also was in different clothes when he woke up for real

anyways those are my silly rambles

[chocopuchino]

ARAN OJIRO —> "MY PRETTY ANGEL."

WARNINGS—> 18+ MDNI PLEASE!!

Timeskip!Bf!Aran X afab reader. Loudly-Insecure Fem!Reader. Fem!Reader is intended to be shorter than 186cm/6'1, and smaller in general size than Aran. No she/her pronouns.—> Dom!Aran, possesive!Aran?, sub!reader, praising, size kink, mirror sex, big!cock Aran, rough sex, dumb fucking? (slightly)bratty!stubborn reader, reader loses consciousness... Incorrect female anatomy, expressive reader, unprotected sex, squirting!! overstim?petnames petnames petnames. (lmk if I should include anything else!!)

a/n —> first little thing I'm writing >< English isn't my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes!! I swear i was so confident to write this.. it's pure shit I hate this sm ushjshsjs... M srry I swear, I don't know how to write the Kansai dialect accent in English :((

Inspired by a short Aran Imagine I read a long time ago, dunno where it is though, also by a Japanese hentai manga that I do not remember either. This is not proof read as well, so again, sorry for any parts that don't make sense or any orthographic/grammar mistakes !! Enjoyyyy :DD

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"Should I change? I'm not sure if I should wear this, it doesn't really look....good on me."

You uttered with a sigh, looking at yourself in the mirror of the entrance of your home, closing your lipstick, ready to go out.

You were wearing a gorgeous but simple, satin dress that hugged every curve of yours perfectly. Your hair was done nicely, the minimal makeup on your face looked stunning, but you felt... Insecure and worried about yourself in this state of yours. Would his teammates like you? Would they dislike you? Were you even looking presentable?

You were gonna attend a dinner party to introduce yourself to your boyfriend's teammates, the Tachibana Red Falcons. You've seen them in court and in person sometimes, and have always greeted them with a simple bow and greeting. At last, it was time to actually introduce yourself to your wonderful boyfriend's teammates.

Aran's head immediately looked over to his upper right to look at you, as he was picking out his footwear. With a sigh, he walked over to you, gently placing his calloused hands on your waist, watching your reflection on the mirror.

"Angel... don't say stuff like 'at. The dress looks beautiful on ya. Ya don't need to change it, you'll be fine, I promise."

Aran softly muttered into your ear, as he leant down and peppered the back of your neck with sweet pecks, his chest gently pressing against your back.

"No, Aran. I'm serious. What if your team doesn't like me? Is this dress too much, maybe? Actually, I don't suit this dress. Is my makeup too much? Ugh..."

You babbled and babbled out, as you looked at yourself in the mirror in front of you, with a scoff. Yes, you definitely felt his sweet pecks in the back of your neck, but you were too focused on how you looked, at the moment.

"Angel, im telling you. You look perfect, and the team will definitely love you. Just stop, wouldn'tcha ? Come on, lets get going now. We're gonna be late, pretty."

One of his hands swept up to lightly caress your jaw, as the other gave a slight squeeze on your waist. Even if he had the sweetest, gentlest smile and tone as he whispered, you could notice a slight frustrated groan from him. But, of course, you were too focused on yourself.

"I wont go like this, Aran. Just look at me. I should definitely change, i cant introduce myself like this. This colour doesn't even suit me, and i should've just let my hair down. Oh, the makeup is definitely too much as well."

You complained and complained, and next thing you know, your wet and puffy eyes were flooding with tears, your lipstick smudged, mascara going down your face, feet weren't...well couldn't touch the ground, your somewhat messy hair was down, whimpers, moans, mixed up words coming out of your mouth, as you looked at your reflection in front of the bathroom mirror, your kind, wonderful, gentleman of a husband, currently ramming himself into you with loud and hard thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix at every one.

"Who's ma' pretty angel, huh? who's the- ngh.... -the prettiest girl i know, 'hah? ugh- so fucking tight, baby--"

Aran caught you on that, and as he basically fucked you dumb, his balls slapping against your ass at a relentless pace. He'd softly whisper lovingly into your ear, with low groans and huffs.

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Your back pressed against his broad and hard chest, his hands under your knees picking you up, your dress scrunched up, half-ly clothed body reflecting on the mirror. You tried, tried so hard, to not look at your poor cunt getting slammed by his fucking cock, but the way your walls sucked him in, taking him in so well despite his big size, just made you even more aroused as he ravaged you on: not like you'd ever admit that.

"Such a pretty angel, aren't ya? fuck... C-come on, just look at yourself, angel....agh. Look at how yer 'pretty little- 'cunt takes me in so well, huh?"

With teary eyes, your gaze went down onto your reflection, getting mercissely fucked, a small budge poking in and out of your lower abdomen each thrust, looking at the wonderful sight of your pretty little cunt getting destroyed. I mean, how could he not? When your wet, velvety, soft walls suck him in so well, just how can he not fuck your dumb little brain up? Why shouldn't he fuck your dumb little brain out so it knows you're the prettiest girl? He just doesn't understand. Don't you know you're perfect? The way you're so small, him being able to pick you up by taking you up from under your knees? Just makes his cock throb even more.

At this point, you're not quite sure how you're keeping up, but you're still some how conscious. Usually, Aran's the biggest sweetheart during sex, soft, vanilla, loving sex with him only. But now? You're not even sure if he's fucking you to shut you up, to make sure you know you're the prettiest, or simply just for his pleasure.

A few more thrusts in and you feel a coil tightening inside your stomach, as well as his cock starting to throb inside you. With endlesses babbles and moans of "pleases, too big, i cant, slower" and such, you, well the volleyball player notices you both need to release.

"pretty angel, i-im gonna 'cum...i-inside--'kay? come on, yer doin' amazin'..... cum for me, angel.. at 'ta same time, mhm?"

Squirt, squirt, squirt.

Oh no, now did you just squirt? Cum, actually? Without even warning him? When he told-asked you to cum with him? Ah, that won't do.

As you reached down your high, his throbbing cock still inside you while you orgasm, your walls clenching tightly onto him, you moaned loudly, incoherent babbles coming out of your mouth. Your legs were sore, trembling, your head resting on his shoulder, one of your arms on top of your face as you tried to muffle in your sounds.

"mmh! A-aran- c-cant~! P-please.. a-agh~ mmhf~!!"

Small tears rolling down your cheeks, oh how fucked up your face looked at moment. His thrusts grew slower and deeper, his girthy, long, veiny cock hitting all your g-spots easily, making you clench even harder. You might just pass out at the moment, as you weren't even able to cum properly because of this cock of his, blocking your orgasm and possibly overstimulating you. Low and deep grunts out of him, his sweaty scent invading your sense of smell, making you unable to think about anything else but him and his cock.

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From slow and deep thrusts, to sloppy, sticky and fast thrusts, reaching out for his high. Your eyes were finally able to meet his in the mirror, being able to make the slightest eye contact with him..but you only saw an innocent grin-

Plop.

A really loud yelp, shriek- a moan leaves out of your mouth. Did he- did he just let go of you? Where- where's his hands? H-huh? No, he didn't let go of you, your feet aren't touching the ground. Kinda, your tiptoes are- But you aren't falling either. Then?

Oh.

His cock spurting and pumping you deep inside, he simply let go of his tight grip under your knees, making you hang by his body, just by his cock.

Oh, kinda crazy.

Aran thinks with a soft chuckle, looked at your fucked state in the mirror, letting it react how it needs to: tongue lolled out, spit dripping down your jaw, eyes rolling to the back of your head, body fully trembling, a big bulge poking out of your abdomen, heavy panting coming out of you, probably electric shocks going through your body as his cock basically parts you apart, white liquid oozing out of your pussy within a few seconds.

He knows he's deep. real deep. Maybe a bit too much? After all, he isn't the one feelin' that cock inside him, is he? But yer' not talking. Oh, maybe a bit too much after all.

You don't even- What's happening? he's.. he's really deep. A bit too much. Is his cock going past your cervix, m-maybe? You can absolutely feel his cock spurting inside you, coating your pretty walls white. You're absolutely gone of your mind, and, the electrical shockwaves going through your body probably made you lose unconsciousness.

With an innocent smile and hum, like he didn't just fuck the hell out of someone, he walks over to your bedroom, your body still clinging onto his cock, his hands on your waist now, gently placing you down onto the soft mattress, pulling out, gaining a few twitches from your legs. He tenderly kisses your forehead, brushing your hair out of the way.

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"So, how did'cha look when ya were all dolled up before, love?"

Aran asks with a gentle smile and tone, as looks at you, walking over to you with a warm cup of tea, sitting on the side of the bed, just beside your feet.

You look at him walking over to you, feeling really sore. You weren't wearing the dress any more, instead, a t-shirt of his and some black cotton shorts of yours. Your face felt clean as well, guessing that he probably cleaned you up as you slept through. You take the cup of tea he reached out to you, sipping on it with a hum.

"uhm... I personally didn't look g-"

Just as you were going to continue, you saw a somewhat scary glint in his eyes; getting a few flashbacks from earlier, you quickly shook your head, sipping on your drink again.

"I looked pretty. Really pretty. Perfect even."

With a nod and hum, he ruffled through your hair, caressing your cheek tenderly.

"Of course ya did, My pretty angel."

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It was safe to say you both did not go to the party that night. As you rescheduled it, making it an appropriate time for both of your packed schedules, you couldn't help but wonder..

"Would he fuck me like this, again, if I said my insecurities out loud next time?"

[swordmaid]

kinda like his face here ......

[2kiran]

STOP FHANGING YOUR PFP I HATE JT ITS NOT FAIR!! QUIT IT!!' KEEP THE SAME ONE FOR 5 MONTHS

NO. i refuse

[coern]

if I had a nickel for every time I thought up a joke of 'tsukasa as _ character in _ fandom/universe' and it spiralled out of control and became an actual au I would have 7 nickels

[masked-alien-lesbian]

Happy "We Get to See Artura/Arthur" Day!!🎉🎉😍

[camscendants]

Work stuff

[crowley-in-love]

i propose work be 5 hours maximum. this is due to work-related dick incidents being up 100% today.

[rieson]

this is us i think

how'd they manage to get a picture of us yo

[hshouse]

also funny cause NO ONE that is rich is in the city in August skxhiewhuzjsjwjwbsh literally no one. everyone is in the hamptons.

[trekkerac-art]

06.2022 Splitting up is scary.

[yung-goos]

no one told me weed withdrawals include crippling insomnia and a severe lack of appetite to the point where eating makes me wanna puke a lil

[clatterbane]

Kid Kapichi ft. Bob Vylan - New England (Official Video)

From the album 'Here's What You Could Have Won' out 23rd Sept - Order now https://www.kidkapichi.com

Directed by Nick Suchak

Worry about your neighbours and worry about the druggies but not the Eton graduates that’s taking all your money...

You ain’t shut them out, ya just locked us in

[With lyrics and more artist info in the description]

I ran across this one recently, while checking out more from Bob Vylan. Both fairly new British artists, who I of course discovered after moving away. Well worth a listen!

[windwheeler-aster]

mmmm shenhe,,, oh goodness,,,