#LOUD guy

[audhd-nightwing]

- at jason’s safe house -

jason, who just woke up (and is wearing a nightwing hoodie): what the fuck

dick, who broke in while he was asleep to steal his food: gasp!

jason: ugh. why are you here?

dick: I KNEW YOU LOVED ME LITTLE WING

jason: ??

jason, looking down at his hoodie: wait, no-

dick: *tackles him in a hug*

jason, muffled: i hate you

dick, grinning: love you too, jay

[februarys-wednesday]

starkid fans when they see Normal Man and his Barista Crush onscreen for 0.5 seconds:

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

different POV of this comic

x

[cheese-water]

he is the only funny person on the damn app

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Had a tasty thought, imagine Ranchero Miguel and the Pastor's Daughter 😳

You are supposed be a sweet little cherry and you are, but behind barn doors you're getting bred by Miguel. You truly love each other, and you're ashamed of your lust, but he assures you that he's going to marry you. It's no lie. He's just going to pump a baby into you first ❤️

Jeeeesshhh. 🤤

VERY NSFW under the cut

More Ranchero Miguel here

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When Miguel had arrived to your family's farm as a recommendation by a close friend of your dad, you couldn't believe how... easy it was to sin.

Your mother would often swat your head and reprimand you whenever your stare, lingered too much on him. Saying "No daughter of mine will be mingling with that boy." But you didn't care.

Not when he had popped your cherry in the barn. Strong and calloused hands had held you in place as his fat cock slid into you, condom wrapped a bit too tight around him. Riding you gently as he mumbled the sweetest things into your ear. He made sure to make it special.

Sometimes he'd tease you by working shirtless in the barn, he'd ride Agustín, A pure bred horse, hat snug on his head. Your friends would unabashedly stare at him.

"Señoritas" (Ladies)

He tipped his hat but you knew that smile on his face belonged to you only, your friends giggling and gushing over the fact you had such fine man, under your care.

You felt shame washing over you at the breathless petitions you made him.

"Use the rope!" He would. He would tie your hands above you in one of the posts as his girth rammed viciously into your tight and soaking pussy, only to leave it swollen, full of him and flushed by the constant slapping of his toned hips.

"Choke me" He'd squeeze his large hand that easily wrapped on your neck, cutting the air enough to pump his load inside a couple of times inside your greedy cunt.

"Dios mío, preciosa" He growled as you milked and squeezed him. He could feel every pulsation of your insides embracing him, trapping him.

But this time he was being particularly rough on you. The frustration of you not being swollen with his baby at this point made him to rile your legs up to his shoulders, spreading you, as his fat, cum leaking, thick cock sheathed on your pussy-sleeve

He covered your mouth as your hands fisted in tight balls on his chest, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.

"No hagas mucho..." He growled as his hips smacked yours with such force it sent you bouncing underneath him, "Ruido" (Don't make too much noise)

Your mewls and grunts died on your mouth as he fucked you thoroughly.

"Te vas a ver tan chula con esta pancita redonda" (You'll look gorgeous with this round belly)

God, the thrill to have him all to yourself doing as you asked, only to be pampered later with such delicacy made your stomach flutter. Your mother would surely die out of a heart attack if she knew you were letting the farmboy she disliked so much, fill your little tight hole to the brim as many times as he saw fit. And your father, would surely want to shoot him for corrupting you.

"Ya quiero casarme contigo, chaparrita" (I already wanna marry you, baby)

Tears rolled down your cheeks as he didn't show any signs of stopping, at least not anytime soon. Pleasure borderline biting and overwhelming. In reality was, That Miguel only obliged at your wishes just to see your pretty, dolled up eyes rolling to the back for him and he alone.

"Pa' llenarte de hijos preciosos. Sólo mírate" (T'fill you with pretty children. Just look at you)

"So pretty and good f'me, yeah?" you nodded and your spine arched.

He was definitely fucking a baby into you tonight.

[gojo-mochi]

Nanami Thoughts from a Sleepy Soft at 3am (Nonproof read(

Nanami just casually reading a book in front of you. But he’s flips the pages by licking his finger first and then flipping. Each time he does this, your eyes follow his hand up to his mouth, to his tongue that darts out to lick the pad of his finger. All the way back down to the book as he carefully flip it to the next page. The veins on his hands protruding just a bit each time as he innocently flexes them, pretending not to noticed your hungry eyes on him.

He makes it a point not to address you at all or the way your thighs keep shifting together. He can smell your arousal from over here, he knows that you probably have a wet spot forming on your cute little panties too. He teases you further, by uncrossing his legs and spreading them out on the chair, adjusting his position so you could see the outline of his bulge forming in his pants.

Your mouth drooled at the sight, and Nanami had to hold back a chuckle. The corner of his lips quirking up, as he looks over at you. His glasses glinting under the light.

“Something wrong, dear?”

You shake your head, a flush of embarrassment washes over you. You didn’t want to bother him, after all, he rarely have time to himself. His work often keeping him busy for the most part.

“I-I’m fine.” You squeaked out, picking your phone back up and pretending to be preoccupied by it.

Nanami chuckles outright this time, putting his book down and patting his thigh. You glance up at him, eyebrows scrunched together in a bit of confusion. “Really, Kento, I-“

He doesn’t say anything, but pats his thigh again, a bit harder this time. Curling his finger in a “come here” motion, that made you quickly drop everything and obey. Once you were finally sitting in his lap, he wraps an arm around your back and pulls you in close.

Planting a kiss on your forehead and settling you in. His lips lowers down to your ears as he whispers. “I noticed you were paying really close attention to my hands… was there something you wanted to say to me?”

Your mouth open and close, as you think of what to answer.

His hand squeezes on your waist as a small warning. “I want the truth now, sweetheart..”

Your head lowers a bit as you spoke. “I was thinking of how good they look. And.. how I wanted them to…um..”

You squirm a bit on his lap as you try to find the right words but Nanami finishes it for you.

“To fuck you, or perhaps you wanted my fingers down your throat, or to play around with that pretty clit of yours, until you’re begging me to stop?”

He nip at your earlobe, his other arm encircling around your waist and pulling your back flushed against his chest.

“Does that sound right, little one?”

His hand was already sneaking it way down your shorts before you could give an answer.

You nod, moaning softly, feeling Nanami’s hand rub your clothed clit over your panties.

“Hmm, your panties are already so soaked, my poor girl been suffering all this time, when she could had just told me what she wanted a lot earlier.”

He sighs out mockingly, slipping his hand under your panties and directly playing with your clit now. Knowing all the right moves and ways to make you squirm and moan.

He puts in a finger and you nearly scream in pleasure, he still uses the heel of his palm to brush against your clit as his fingers curl in the right spot.

“Next time, I’ll punish you for taking so long and making me come ask you, hmm?” He press a heated kiss to the side of your neck. “I want my girl to know that she’s always welcomed to be fucked by me.”

He speeds up his hand and you start blabbering out apologizes and pleas for more.

“That’s it, cum all over my hand and I’ll help clean you up with my tongue next.”

You didn’t last long after that statement, your hips jerk up as you came on Nanami’s lap. He held you down as your body twitches and shakes. Bucking up his hips so his bulge was directly grinding on your ass as you calmed down.

He plants a trail of kisses from your neck up to your ear again, giving you your next command.

“I still want to read the rest of that book, so I want you to sit on my face and read it for me, alright love?”

“And if you stutter or forget your place, I’ll make sure to punish you accordingly <3”

[hiphopcherrrypop]

something sowmthing the kageyama brothers + their blue eyed weirdboys

[palossssssand]

Osmosis jones doodles that I’ve been hoarding for literal years for no reason

[eternallovers65]

Moments in Charles Leclerc that are so insane I wish I made it up but can't, because this stuff can only happen to him

- When his watch got stolen and he decided to CHASE the guy with his custom ferrari 488 pista

- When his former girlfriend got locked out of the apartment and he wasn't answering his phone so she had to subscribe to his Twitch channel to tell him to open the door (please watch his former streams I beg)

- When he crashed Niki Lauda's 1974 ferrari during the Monaco historic grand Prix (his luck I swear)

- Every Monaco Grand Prix ever (the infamous charles leclerc curse)

- When he went to dinner with a guy, posted the picture on Instagram and it turns out it was an international criminal wanted by the Interpol

- He went to a restaurant once, handed his car to the valet and the car was out of fuel

- When he went for a run, took some photos with fans and this couple started to fight in front of him

- When he didn't realized his tiktok likes were open to the public (it was mostly fan edits of himself, baby goats, babies but mostly fan videos about himself)

- Recently, he dropped his airpods in the airport floor and decided to use this gigantic clamp to get it back

- Or just his babygirl esque nature (i love him <3)

- He accepted a ride from two strangers just because he couldn't find a cab (Arthur was also in the car!!!)

(Also, feel free to add more, please, and every time he does something so charles, i will uptade the list)

[crossdressingdeath]

I love how in PJO Percy makes such a point of trying to spare the enemy demigods because they're just being tricked or brainwashed and he couldn't possibly let them die (because killing your enemies is for the bad guys), and then in HoO we finally get to see the POV of Nico "as long as it's not technically murder it can go in a kids' book" di Angelo, and he just does not hesitate. You're hurting his friends? You're a threat that can't be dealt with via a stern talking to? Okay. Goodbye.

[blueteller]

You guys ever think about how funny it is that the whole reason why Cale did not have try at all to impersonate the original Cale, was because no one actually knew anything about him, despite the fact that everybody knew about him? On an international scale, even??

Cale: (doing an absolutely terrible job at being trash) Everybody else: That doesn't sound right, but I don't know enough about Cale Henituse to dispute it

[offkilterkeys]

You draw tavros ugly and you need to stop. Or be better. Because your fucking bad at it.

Oh I’ve actually been working on that!!!!

Okay so basically like half a year ago I realized I didn’t like my art style and decided to do some Homestuck art studies as a means of getting better at like anatomy and stuff, and that’s where the Tavros on the left appeared from.

After I’d gotten the hang of it I started to reintegrate some of my old stylistic choices, as seen by the Tavros on the right. But honestly I felt meh about both of them cause neither of them line up with my previous portrayals/personal view of the character.

(Old art, circa about a year or so ago^ Shows I used to draw Tavros with less of a lanky body and more fat.)

So I finally decided to buckle down and get the character right and this was the result!

Now I’ll be the first to admit that it’s probably not perfect, but I’ve finally gotten to a point where I like how I draw Tavros again!!!!

The og Homestuck style has like, a lot of variation, and hero mode is honestly wayyyy more vast of a “style” than people give it credit for. Personally, I like to refer to each Homestuck style more by act/place it appears in comic rather than just blanked “hero mode” or “sprite mode,” because I like to integrate THOSE specific influences into my art.

With Tavros specifically I’d like to say the rounder shapes call back to the mixed sprite/hero mode that we see in Tavros’ introduction, as opposed to perhaps Sollux’s introduction panels, where his limbs are rigid and angular, and definitely more “hero mode,” which causes one to view the character as lankier/skinnier.

Either way, I’m still working hard at getting good at striking poses and not falling into “same body type syndrome,” as is often far too easy to fall into. In the past I found it difficult to draw skinny/lanky characters because I wasn’t super used to it, and as of recently I’ve been doing them wayyyy more but I still have an easier time drawing thicker/fatter limbs and stuff. If you’ve got any criticisms or the like, I’m happy to hear them!!!! Always looking to get better eventually :p

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, posting to TikTok: I know it’s a little faux pas to post shit from celebrity parties like this but…

Eddie: How long do you think it’s going to take for him to notice that that’s not me

Eddie: *flips camera around to show Steve on the other side of the room*

Steve: *pulling a man along behind him because he wants to be introduced to Cher*

The man: *Weird Al Yankovic*

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The four alignments of Tummy Hurt

[amphibianaday]

day 1514

[kisses4kaia]

brothers best friend billy bc i am self-indulgent ☺️ very poorly proofread😴 edit; here’s another installment of this au <3

william h. bonney is a gentleman.

he is a gentleman, but fuck, if you whisper another word into his ear, warm breath fanning over the cusp, he’s not above bending you over the poker table and fucking you in front of everyone, including your brother.

and billy knows, he knows you’re trying to rile him up, knows you’re just trying to get a ride rise out of him, but did you really have to hit him where it hurts? you’d learnt not too long ago that billy is quite sensitive on his ears—when you nibbed him on his earlobe while he was balls deep inside your tight cunt and he came on the spot—and if you didn’t take advantage of that from time to time, you reasoned, it would be an injustice, truly.

“oh billy, don’t you know fucking your best friends little sister is wrong? how long has this been going on—2 months, huh? hmm, you ever gonna tell jesse? oh, no. he would kill you if he found out, wouldn’t he? and you’re still taking that risk for me; how romantic of you, billy,” your voice is a tantalizing taunt, and it’s winding him up, so much so that he has to take a swig of his whiskey to cover up the flush spreading on his cheeks.

your whispers are received from billy with a shudder, whom you’re standing behind while he sits at the poker table. nobody really even notices you talking to him, not even jesse. he’s focused on winning, as is billy, but you just make it so much damn harder for your lover.

the game is on its last play and it’s gotten quite intense. “reveal your hands,” the dealer commands and jesse lays down his cards before billy shows him up completely, 4 aces over jesse’s straight.

the sportsmanship is friendly even after billy gathers the whole pot for himself and jesse goes to catch a drink at the bar, giving billy the perfect opportunity to figure out what the fuck your little show was about.

his large hand is wrapped around your—by comparison, small—wrist, and he’s dragging you outside the saloon, all the way to his house just down the block.

when the door slams shut, billy’s lips are on yours faster than you can blink.

he has this way about his kisses—they’re always needy, but not all-dominating. he doesn’t want to own you, you can see it is his eyes, the eyes that are so much softer than lil the other men you’ve come across, who look at you like a piece of meat. he kisses you with a certain passion, a fire that you haven’t been able to find with anybody else, and it ignites something bubbly inside you. he’s feverish, and you reciprocate his urgency, fingers hooking into his two front belt loops, pulling him closer to where you need him the most.

“fuck, pretty. really tryna rile me up, huh? fuck was that, back at the game?” his lust-blown pupils do nothing to hide the fact that you won. you got just what you wanted, so with a giggle you respond, voice teasing. “i just wanted to see how gentlemanly you could stay before you would eventually break—i knew you would break,”

billy scoffs and rolls his eyes, before placing his lips on yours, more gently this time, and picking you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, carrying you to his bedroom that you’ve grown oh, so, familiar with.

he surprises you when rather than laying you down on your back unto the bed, he sits down himself, begins unbuttoning your linen button-down and unbuttoning the boot-cut denim jeans that hugged your ass so fucking well, before pulling all of it off of your limbs and helping you pull his own trousers down.

with gentle maneuvering, billy eases you onto his hard, awaiting cock. a soft gasp leaves you, and a deep groan from billy reverberates throughout the room. “this is what you wanted? to sit on my dick, make your pretty, little pussy cum? yeah? go on, use me. ride my cock, hm? you own it, it’s yours,” his breathy words only speed up your pulsing around his dick, and pull a aroused moan from your throat.

he sounded so honest, so real. it was times like these, with him underneath you, coming more and more undone by the second, that felt the most raw. it was times like these, when his hands where welded onto your hips, surely leaving bruises, that you realized, you didn’t want this with anybody else, ever. you never wanted to leave his loving embrace, and it’s with that epiphany you speak.

“fuck, billy, i love you. i love you so fucking much, oh my god, fuck!”

his hips falter slightly at the sentence, but almost like a serendipitous parallel, billy cums with a loud moan right along with you, orgasms perfectly in time with one another.

and as he comes down from his high, riding you through your own, his response to your confession is uttered—in hushed tones, in fear that if he dare raises his voice, dare speak freely, dare open his arms, you may disappear, like sand through his calloused fingers.

“i love you, too, angel. i think… i think want forever with you.”