#Hey!

[probablyasocialecologist]

[stealthywing]

Hey :3

[ragnarockz]

this but Maya 😵‍💫

Tip Jar 💰

Lock Me Up 💛🔒

LC 🪙 OUT HERE LIKE HERE YOU GO! GO BE SMUTTY AND FERAL!

AND YOU'RE RIGHT! I SHALL! 😤

Ohhhhhhhh mmhmmm mmhmm mmhhm. Something about being punished from Maya and taking it. Asking for it. Oh, Reader...I UNDERSTAND!💛🔒

Also maybe I cheated with this because we got maya saying i hate you and reader begging for that cu- *GUNSHOTS*

Maya x Reader

Work had been painfully busy and complicated and it felt like there was no end in sight of all the little things that could and had been going on.

Maya and Matt were on your case constantly; Sal and Quinn promised to help you but were so caught up in their own work it left you the odd man out. And Maya? Your boss? Was pissed.

She had no time for fuck ups or laziness and no time for mistakes that would cost them time to waste no one at Continental had. It all came down on you and you knew it was, without a doubt, your fault. Maya could only give you cold glances and whispers of annoyance under her breath as she pretty much avoided you at all costs when it came to your working environment.

She didn't even whisk you away to go get lunch with her like you usually did.

On top of that, she didn't even sneak you off to some random boardroom to make out with you on your break before slapping you ass and telling you to leave first and get back to your desk so it wouldn't look suspicious. Meanwhile, with a smirk on your face, she would return shortly after you with always something slightly askew. She wanted people to know you two had been fooling around moments before.

But that was then and this is now and it felt like you'd go hours without seeing Maya and those times you did? Well, she was mad. Pissed.

You thought maybe you needed to be the one to break the ice during all this high-tension. Ask her out on break; grab the both of you lunch. Maybe she'd treat it like a peace offering of some sort; you, spending your hard-earned money buying her a mediocre sandwich from the overpriced cafe across the street.

So you did; you ran down right when your break started to get her and you a lunch that could be eaten quickly with coffee to wash it down. Hiking back up into the office with both your lunches in hand, you make your way into her office and set your lunch down on her desk.

Maya doesn't even look at you; keeps clicking away at her laptop.

You clear your throat and she still doesn't give you any attention. Maybe she is actively avoiding you.

"Maya?"

Nothing; daggers at her screen as she types away.

"Maya."

"I'm actively trying to fix your fucking mess. Unless, you want to fix it. Which you should...it is your stupid fucking mistake!"

You bite your lip as you stare at her and feel your blood run cold. You feel bad, of course you do, you were hired to be good at this job under her. And now here she was, fixing up a stupid little mistake you had no idea how you'd gotten it wrong in the first place.

"Maya, I'm s-"

"A fucking apology isn't going to fix this fucking mess! What the fuck do you think? Oh, Maya, I'm sorry for fucking up my simple little pussy ass job! Get a fucking grip!"

You bite down on your tongue because god forbid you snap back at your boss. Sure, you have become more than just coworkers; she'd rush you back home with her and bend you over her couch and fuck you into oblivion. But for you two talk back at her? At work? At her job and your mess?

Death sentence.

She hits down hard on one key before she pushes herself away from her desk and lets out a loud huff. Her gaze shoots over to you and burns into you. You're both silent and you know you're on the receiving end of her anger.

You hate how wet it's making you to know at any given second, she could really, really snap at you.

You watch as she stares at the food and coffee left on her desk that she just notices now; a little less blinded by her disappointment in you. You swear you see a glint of softness behind her eyes as she realizes what you've done for her but it quickly leaves her face as she pulls herself back closer to her desk and drums her fingernails on the desktop.

The sound sends shivers down your spine because you know, something absolutely disgraceful is running through her mind.

Your body starts to react before she even opens her mouth. Taking steps towards her and her desk; Maya still sitting down in her chair. At this point in your messy relationship, she doesn't even have to ask you and you already know where her brain goes. You belong to Maya Mason. No questions asked.

"If you think allowing me to fuck you is gonna clear up this fucking mistake..."

You shake your head at her because you know it won't, not logically anyway. Continental will still take a hit and you'll be either fucked literally or figuratively and if you play your cards right, both.

Maybe she's realized that as she lets her hand drag away from the desk so she can push herself away from it again. She's allowing you room, access to her. She's allowing you to come stand between her and her desk.

"Over or on top?"

She smirks at you as she shakes her head as if you're just so pathetic, so fucking desperate. You can see it in her eyes; the words she doesn't say yet out of her mouth.

She doesn't even reply; lets you make your choice. Allows you to pick your fate at her mercy. You carefully pack up her desk and offload it onto your own just beside it. Carefully moving her things to give the both of you clearance to fuck on top of it. She watches you with amusement as you try to bide your time because you know whatever she dishes out will be punishment enough for fucking up both hers and your job.

You make your choice then; on top. Because you want to look her in the face as she berates you and points out all your faults while fucking you into her desk. Your skin prickles at the though of it as you sit yourself down onto her desk and spread your legs just wide enough for her to stand in between them.

"How did I know...you have a thing for punishment, don't you, Sweetheart?"

Venom dripping from her perfectly lined lips as a glint in her eye reads danger. She's coming closer; closing the gap like a snake winding up before striking in for the kill. You feel your skin flush; burning hot now as you can hardly wait you start to swing your one leg slightly in anticipation.

She loves watching you squirm and she hasn't even put a finger on you yet.

"Punishment when it comes from you, yes."

She grins and shakes her head at your confession; a wrong thing to say out loud. To admit.

Those perfectly manicured fingers of hers grab and press into your knees and you wince as you feel her nails prick your bare skin. Your shorts have hitched up higher to reveal your soft inner thighs and she eyes them like a goddamn prize before her. Her fingers drag up from your knees and to your thighs, turning inwards to ghost against your soft skin.

You moan desperately and she laughs in your face.

"I hate you. You fucking worthless excuse for an assistant...all you're good for is a fuck during company time."

You almost don't hear her at first; don't register the words that flew out of her mouth because now, she's yanking down your shorts to let them fall at your ankles. Her fingers and hands move with ease, precision, as she slides her left hand down into your underwear and swipes dangerously at your throbbing clit.

You whine desperately, painfully and buck your hips into her hand. She pulls that hand out you so desperately want to fuck into and slaps your pussy against your underwear to the extent that she can at this angle. A dull slap that makes you clench around nothing.

"Maya...Maya, please..."

You just barely manage to moan out as you let your head hang down, eyes closed as you feel the echo of a throb between your legs. You roll your hips towards her; fucking nothing and knowing she's watching you fall apart for her.

"Please, what? You're the fuck up...and now you're begging me to fuck you? I don't think you deserve that...do you think you deserve it?"

You nod your head so hard you think it's going to snap off from your neck. She laughs at you and her hand comes back; almost too roughly. Painfully. She grabbing you through your underwear as she tries to finger you through the fabric. You rock your hips again and dare her to claw right through them.

You know she would but she's getting impatient now.

"You. You take them off. You're the one being a desperate, moaning slut."

And you do.

Because she's right.

And you are.

You pull them down to join your shorts at your ankles and wait; the cool air of her office hitting your bare, wet skin. The throbbing is painful now; drawing you to sudden and slow madness as it eats in your mind how badly you need her fingers inside of you. Nails and rings and all. In you so deep you'd see stars and cum almost instantly.

She'd hate that and you'd love it.

"I hate you-"

"I want you to cum inside of me."

She backs off and smirks at you as she watches you slowly lift your head so you could meet her gaze. The silence between you is heavy, loaded. You know you're asking too much of her especially with the colossal fuck up still lingering around.

Can you ask for forgiveness this way? Letting Maya Mason fuck you to right a wrong?

Of course you can because without a second thought, you watch her reach into her own pants and pull out her cock.

Of course she would have been packing today, of all days. She probably knew you'd ask for forgiveness with her cock.

"If you think this is going to solve anything...you still owe me, Pet..."

You moan again as your legs spread wider and she laughs once more; mocking you with just how badly you're begging for it. She must think you're so easy. Maybe, you think, you should remind her of that.

"I'll owe you anything you want, Maya...please...anything. If you want to use me for just your own personal fuck toy, I-"

But you don't get the chance to finish; not in the way of words. She's closed the gap between you and her; hands digging into your waist as she pulls you close. She almost drags you right off of the desk but she quickly and expertly anchors you onto her. One fluid motion and her cock is pushed inside of your waiting cunt.

You fold forward into her; forehead almost touching her own. But you know she won't let you do that; you'll ruin her hair and makeup. That knowing fucking fact that is so Maya Mason makes you moan loudly and roll your hips to a new fever so badly it almost throws her off her own game.

She collects herself quickly as she presses her hands into your hips and basically guides you down so that you're half laying on her desk; supported up by your forearms now. You watch through half-lidded eyes as she eyes your neck in which, you crane it out to the side for her and hope her teeth makes contact sooner than later.

The thought of her biting down onto the side of your neck would surely make you cum on the spot.

But she doesn't, not yet anyway. Because Maya still needs to be in control and she's the one who will control you until the very end.

Pumping herself into you with ease; she watches every tick and shutter your body gives her. You're giving yourself fully to her as she fucks you hard and deep and fast onto her desk.

"What did you say you wanted from me, Sweetheart? Tell me again..."

You swallow hard as you try to catch your breath; another whimper escaping your lips before your mumbled words do.

"Iwantyou...tocum...insideofme..."

What happens next bends your brain as you watch her nonchalantly reach to the side of her harness and lift out the syringe attached to her cock. You can see the semi-opaque lube inside of the plastic that's connected to the tube leading down. One single press of that plunger and she's coming inside of you.

Her hand holding the syringe draws it closer to you than to her and suddenly it all becomes clear.

Maya Mason wants you to pull the trigger.

Maya Mason wants you to literally make her cum inside of you.

"Oh...Maya..."

You whisper so sweetly you watch as her hardened expression melt away. You've given yourself totally over to her and she's relishing in it; feeling like a fucking goddess.

Your shaking hand reaches out between yourself and her; feeling the sweat covering your skin as your forearm brushes against yourself slightly to take hold of the syringe.

She doesn't say anything, just makes sure as she's staring in your eyes that you watch her gaze drift down to where she can see her cock pumping into and out of you. You follow her gaze and meet that spot as well.

Your thumb rubs gently onto the flat grooved flange before you use pressure; pressure building between your legs just like it does in your thumb pad as you press down.

Press down and instantly feel her fill you up; cumming deep inside of you.

The both of you gasp almost in unison as you keep pressing until there's nothing left in the syringe and that excess dribbles out of you and onto, around, over her cock.

Your hand lets go of the syringe; no longer caring because you've gotten what you wanted. Cum filling you so much that it's too much; overflowing onto her and you and her desk. Coating your thighs because of course she's still slowly fucking you because god, does she love watching herself over stuff that perfectly wet pussy of yours that's all hers.

And possibly, always will be.

[bonefall]

Tree really does come into a loving dream scene with all the grace of a fucking gas leak.

[the-best-bibliophile]

I was FaceTiming a friend tonight and they said they'd seen Hills of Tanchico going around on TikTok, this friend hasn't interacted with WoT before this

Lads I think we're finally doing it. I think we're finally breaching containment

[sophiebaek]

Benophie Calendar - 2024

Benophie Season (s4) documentation so far!

Some dates may not be exact but dug around the best I could! Will be adding as production and press go along.

Special thanks to @vengerb3rg for brainstorming and fact checking xx

[treasuringizu]

“Hmmm…” Satoru holds your hand up, twisting it this way and that and carefully examining it, pitch-black glasses discarded on the side to allow his azure eyes to show. He hums, a deep rumble in his throat as his long, pale fingers trace the back of your palm, gently tugging on your pointer finger, then your pinkie, and your ring finger.

His eyebrows furrow in faux concentration, lips in a pout, and then he nods once to himself. “Alright. Looks promising!” He says out-loud to himself, like a child inspecting their new toy.

You’re so used to his antics that you don’t even bat an eye at his out of the blue examination of your hand, an amused smile playing on your lips as you watch him. You had been walking past where he sat on the couch, only for his arms to wrap around you and pull you sideways onto his lap, no care for what you had been doing prior. He then proceeded to grab your hands with no words, silently beginning his very serious yet sudden inspection. Not like you put up much of a fight, though.

“Satoru,” you say. He rubs his thumb over your knuckles. “Everything okay, baby?” You ask, raising your eyebrows as your smile grows wider with the way his arms tighten minisculely over your midsection at the pet name. You love him. So, so much.

He grins, pearly white teeth winking at you and he ardently nods his head. “Yes! Everything’s great in fact, my dear sugar plum.”

You shake your head, and his attention is momentarily taken from your hands to you, dramatically sighing. “Not that one either?”

“No, Satoru. Try another name.”

“Aw, okay. Anyways!” He intertwines your hands together, affectionately squeezing. Your arm that’s wrapped around his shoulders moves so that your other hand is in his hair, running through the soft snow-white strands, causing his eyes briefly flutter shut at the kind touch. “…Hmm.”

You grin, always happy to see the little ways you affect him. “Anyways…” you prompt, dragging it out and successively reminding him of what he had started to say.

His eyes snap back open, and he gets back to his original task. “As I was saying, you have really, really nice hands,” he murmurs, gently swaying your locked hands, then placing a soft kiss on the back of your palm. “I love them.”

“Thank you, Satoru. I love your hands too.”

“I know, they’re pretty amazing.”

“I’ll smack you.”

He glosses over your threat. “Buttttt…” His grin grows a bit shy, timid— well, as timid as he ever could be. Leaning in for a kiss, you meet him half-way, and your heart leaps as your lips touch, even though this definitely isn’t the first time he’s kissed you before.

When you part, he leans his forehead against yours, his hand that’s not interlocked with yours smoothing over your back, under your t-shirt and fervidly rubbing against your bare skin.

He winks, and your mouth dries. “I think it would look even better with a ring on it.”

[sharnefarn]

Hey! Listen!

[aurasomething]

White man shouts at sky in light of recent poultry riot caused by said man

Better look at him below bc image export sucks

Have you seen him?

Now you have :]

[callilemon]

Adoration 💜💙

[pancake-crab]

Woah... Welcome to the drawing mutuals week! I just got on Tumblr and...

Welcome to our fam @tapakah0! :3

Let's just say i was surprised...

Aaaaand also needed an excuse to draw some bun buns :3

Edit: "we have a broken giant demon besties" Club (sry, ma English is wrecked.)

[whyeverr]

popping in from my accidental semi-hiatus to share something that’s been on my heart lately…

my sims story / gameplay / whatever-you-want-to-call-it — the world I’m building in Rebuild A City — is about picking through the bones of society post-collapse and rebuilding something better. (sorry if you actually thought it was about zombie townies! it was socialism all along 😩)

I started this save because I was in a place where I didn’t feel a whole lot of hope, and I wanted to spend my free time and creative energy on something healthier for me than what I’d been doing previously (that is, killing sims slowly, on an island, with Nietzsche). I wanted to reinforce my faith in the best of humanity — mutual aid, community care, imagination, perseverance — and my belief that a better future is possible, in stories and in real life, even when the idea collapse starts to feel more and more inevitable…

and you know what, friend? I think it’s working 😳

and here’s the thing… in the endless discourse™ about the US election — and all the ways our candidate may or may not fall short of our own ideals as individuals, mine included! — I hold tightly to this hope I’ve worked to nurture, this feeling of promise that I’m excited about, but I refuse to let fantasies of building a better society from the ashes — in my silly sims story or in some hypothetical American future —to cloud the truth that we don’t have to burn it all down to begin with in the first place!

when voices say there’s no hope, or there’s no substantive difference between Trump and Kamala, or there’s no point in voting because we’ll keep arming Isr*el either way, or that we should all vote third party to “send the Democrats a message,” or that it’s actually somehow better if Trump wins because the US will collapse faster… look at who is saying these things 👀 perhaps a white person in a blue state…? someone speaking from a place of privilege, using their platform to accelerate their political revolution fantasy at the expense of minoritised and vulnerable people living in red states across the country? too many people my age made this same mistake in 2016 and we are still reaping the consequences today.

say no to accelerationist thinking. say no to purity tests, say no to voting third party as idealist self-expression or political aesthetic.

say yes to mutual aid and community care. say yes to voting as harm reduction, and organizing under a president who doesn’t want to outlaw political protest entirely. say yes to protecting people with uteruses, trans folks, queer people, disabled people, people of color, living in red states.

say yes — deep breath — to the reality that you as an American were born in (or decided to move to and become a citizen of) a powerful, expansive, and deeply flawed empire, and accept your collective responsibility to vote strategically. and the only acceptable strategy — the only strategy that does not lead directly to the outcome of a second Trump term, doubling down on the worst political outcomes here and abroad, and the promise of the end of free elections in the US — is voting for Kamala Harris on or before Nov 5. 🇺🇸🗳️

[sealdev]

Hey!

[verdantachillean]

What if we used the rainflow through gutters to produce renewable energy in areas with like heavy rain?

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

All my nephew did was randomly pick the Todoroki and Midoriya croc charms off my Crocs and my whole family had to endure me talking about the Sports Festival fight and how Midoriya changed Todoroki's life and Todoroki became Midoriya's ride or die for a full twenty minutes (would've been longer but my brother had a minor collision with the garage at that moment). I even showed them their fight, pausing to explain things as we watched.

All from him picking two random charms to take from my Crocs and put on his.