#Tinted Charcoal

[art-by-moosie]

Got bored last night and pulled out my tinted charcoal pencils and doodled this on a scrap bit of toned tan mixed media paper.

art tags: @ilovedainironfoot @estethell

[salchat]

Doodling... tinted charcoal on sugar paper.

[michellemisfit]

Had a Wildlife Drawing class that clashed with an Archery Staff Meeting, so ended up drawing on the shooting range until immediately before the start of the meeting.

I was gutted when I had to put the drawing down, and couldn’t wait to use my day off to finish this piece!

We were joined by Anna from ARCAS Guatemala who told us amazing and terrifying facts about Harpy Eagles. They’re up to 1.50m tall. Up to 12kg heavy. Their nests are 6ft in diameter. And their talons are the same size as those of a Grizzly bear!!

I love them and I wish to meet and hug one!!! lol

Medium: Tinted Charcoal

[alinakuptsova]

Trying dry mediums with water

[mypoeticaltendencies]

365 sketches 225/365

Thistle, derwent tinted charcoal.

[jitteryjoedoodlez]

Doona not Tuna (Persona)

Inspired by The Virtual Instructor Live Drawing

colored pencils: light blue and deep cobalt blue with tinted charcoal on grey-toned paper

[hydrophobic-penguin]

Got some tinted charcoal pencils and they feel amazing

[rightintheghoulies]

[helyannis]

march-warden, 2015

[fixupmyhome]

[kingkatsuki]

Thinking about Bakugou fucking you with one of those lovense vibes inside you and he can’t handle the vibrations and cums instantly😩

This has been in my drafts for so long I don’t even remember writing it.

Warnings: 18+, toys.

“Aww, you poor baby,” Bakugou practically sneers as his thumb glides against his phone screen, “Is it too much?”

Even without the intense vibrations humming inside you, the sight in front of you may have been enough to have you wondering whether you’d reached the pearly gates. His heavy cock hangs low, the tip tinted a violent crimson as it leaks glistening beads of pre. Sat back on his haunches between your thighs for the perfect view of the new tiny pink vibrator that sat nestled against your g-spot.

“Fuck,” Your voice echoes much like the vibrations that pulse inside you while Bakugou controls the power, a conniving grin spread across his cheeks as he presses a calloused thumb against your puffy clit. The sudden movement has you jolting as your thighs try to clamp shut, the hulking wall of muscle you call your boyfriend is enough to prevent it as he begins pressing taut circles against the sensitive bud, “Katsuki, I can’t.”

“That’s not what you were sayin’ earlier when you were begging me to try it,” He scoffs, ignoring your pleas as he drops the phone to focus on you, “Textin’ me at work about how desperate you were to be fucked— Please, Daddy I wanna cum.”

“I did not say that, don’t lie.” You flush at the pet name.

“Yeah, ya did,” Bakugou presses, “Thinkin’ about me bending you over while I’m out on patrol.”

The debauched rasp to his voice has your cunt clenching around the small bullet as your toes began to curl, the harsh vibrations paired with the constant attention against your clit has you woozy. It doesn’t help that he’s still got black charcoal around his eyes from where his hero mask once sat, the cloth now pushed up over his forehead to push the messy blond spikes away from his face. Barely enough time to change before you’d cornered him.

“You still with me, sweets?” Bakugou hums, squeezing the plush of your thigh with his palm.

But you can’t bring yourself to respond, the euphoria consumes you whole. Teary eyes rolling back into your skull as you succumb to the pleasure, hips bucking wildly as Bakugou’s hand follows your motions. The other moves to push against your hip to pin your body to the bed as he helps you through your climax.

“That’s it— fuck, baby. You look so hot like this.” He groans, the leaky tip of his cock streaking against your inner thigh as he hovers over you, “Didn’t even last five fuckin’ minutes.”

“Yes I did,” You huff, your palms reach down between your bodies to tug his wrist away from your cunt as the sensation becomes too overwhelming, too intense.

“Nah, you didn’t.” He scoffs, giving a playful swat to your messy folds as you mewl in response.

“You try it then, it’s a-ahh, it’s a lot.” You try to steady your breathing but it’s difficult with the consistent vibrations, enough to slur your words as Bakugou shakes his head.

“Don’t even think about it, sweetheart. You ain’t stickin’ that in my ass.” He circles his cock in a fist as he begins to jerk it languidly, his other hand stroking the soft skin of your inner thigh.

“I didn’t mean that,” You began, although the idea was now firmly planted in your head for later, “I meant fuck me—“

“What?” Bakugou’s cock twitched in his palm, “Of course I’m gonna fuck ya, baby.”

“No, I mean with the toy— inside.”

“You think I’ll fit.” He glowers, pressing the fat tip of his cock through your messy folds as he coats himself in your slick.

“It’s not that big,” You sigh, your walls pulsing around it, hungry for more, “If you think you can handle it.”

“Course I can fuckin’ handle it,” Bakugou snorts indignantly as he lines himself up with your fluttering hole, “I’ve fucked you with that wand pressed against your clit enough times—“

But you could tell from the deep, guttural whine that left his throat as his jaw went lax that this was certainly not the same. Bakugou hadn’t expected you to be so tight with a tiny bullet inside you, the vibrations strong and constant, pressing against the side of his cock. Sending a pleasurable pulse all the way down to his balls as he tries to steady himself, holding his breath which just seems to make everything worse. The sensation was intense, borderline numbing as he tried to focus on anything other than the rumble of the little pink toy against his cock.

You buck your hips, desperate for some kind of relief as you felt incredibly full, biting down on your bottom lip as you watched your boyfriend statuesque in front of you.

“Katsuki, move—” You whine, but it was too late.

“Fuckin’ shit,” The sound slips from between clenched teeth as he finally exhales, letting go of the breath he was holding as his entire body convulses. The pulsing enough to have his heavy balls emptying inside your tight cunt as he grunts in satisfaction. The lack of oxygen to his brain clouds his vision, making the orgasm even more intense as he gives a few sloppy thrusts into your tight heat as he coats your walls with his spunk. Pulling out to try and escape the powerful sensation as a few more globs of cum land on your cunt and pelvis, his messy cock still twitching from pleasure.

“I thought you said you could handle it?” You smile as you look up at the blissed out expression on Bakugou’s face, stunned that a toy had made him cum like a randy teenager, “What was that? Thirty seconds?”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as he glares down at you with furrowed brows, giving the side of your thigh a playful swat as he reaches for his cell phone. His thumb glides across the screen as he turns the vibrations to the max setting, “Let’s see how you like it huh, ya little brat.”

[flordeamatista]

THE MAGICIAN

pairing: mafia!lloyd hansen x reader x mafia!nick fowler

concept:  Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

word count: 2k

warnings: mirror sex + chase kink + double penetration (vaginal and anal), soft dubcon to be safe, mature themes,unprotected sex, nickname ──(Princess, Sunshine) (flashing gif ── glitching gif)

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel & @lunarbuck

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

masterlist

A gentle breeze of cold, wet air won't make your fears disappear.

Rain continued to pour down, the icy drops searing your skin as you stepped into the abandoned carnival. Gunfire and lightning lit up the sky, a vivid warning that he lurked around every corner.

Your stomach twisted with terror as you pushed open the carnival gates. Your face was soaked in raindrops, and you felt fear rising from your bones. The cold air reminded you that you were alone and fighting for every moment.

With a charcoal sky in the background, the fairground rides spun and creaked, their colors competing with the smoke from gunshots echoing among them. The thrill rides became a roar of chaos as everyone screamed in response to each gunshot.

In the darkness above, fluffy clouds were tinted black, interrupted only by flickering flames that licked up like tongues of fire, illuminating the whole scene in an eerie carnival glow.

A thick, chaotic energy descended over the scene, overwhelming the sense of tension and stillness. It was clear that his anger had reached a boiling point. 

It was all your fault.

His face was contorted in rage as he surveyed his domain, stomping around and smashing anything that dared cross his path.

During his shooting spree, your name was shouted.

Two paths lay before you - one led to safety through the House of Mirrors, and the other led to certain death.

The faint red light shining from ahead made your stomach churn with fear. Darkness filled the air with dread and suffering. While explosions echoed in the distance, you remained indecisive.

Tightly clenching your hands, you took a deep breath before reluctantly stepping forward.

Stepping through the entrance, you removed your jacket. Your senses were overwhelmed by his words running through your mind. Reflections gleamed off the walls as if you were trapped in a time warp. There was a shakiness in your breathing. A wall of mirrors reflected each other in an endless regression of images.

Suddenly, your nose was filled with the unmistakable aromas of a man before his rough hands snatched your waist and pulled you back towards his chest.  

You fell to your knees. His rough hand covered your mouth while he pulled his gun from its holster at his waistband, keeping it cool against your neck. Moving your body left, you tried to squirm away from his gun. When his hands reached your shoulders, he squeezed them and pushed you back down.

“Shhh… Sunshine. What are you doing here?” The gun barrel pressed into your throat as he straddled you, crushing you beneath his full weight. Whistling escaped his lips, but when he took the gun away from your neck, only emptiness followed. His eyes were on your rear end as he groped away from your neck and down to give you a squeeze. “I'm here to help us." He pushed himself off you and offered you his hand, forcing you to look at him directly through his crystal blue eyes. 

Your tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut. It was exhausting running from him, maybe this was all you had left.

However, you would meet his enemy, and you didn’t not know whether that would be a victory or a defeat.

"Us?” you spat out. It was clear to you who was holding you down, and you also knew that he didn’t play by the rules.

“Yes, Sunshine, because you have things I want from you. And you need me desperately."

Through your lashes, you saw his eyes scan over your body as he wound his gun from your lips to your breasts.

The voice of this man is familiar to you, one who is labeled as a narcissistic sociopath and who is incapable of empathy for anyone except himself. Your plans were at the center of his fucked up plan for you.

Glistening demonic blue eyes just gave you a hint at what he wanted.

“Leave me alone, Lloyd! You're no better than him," you shouted. 

The darkening of his eyes and the calloused grip of his hands told you just how angry he was. Then he ran his fingers delicately along your blouse’s lacing until they rested on your breasts. 

Pulling you close, he tied your arms behind your body. He held you tight in place as you gasped in shock and stepped back. Lloyd pulled his gun from his back pocket as he leaned forward to kiss you. His grip was firm as his lips pressed against yours, and you could feel his tenacious body bear down on you, making you shiver. In fear, you struggled to loosen his grip, but he only tightened it more. 

"That's fine," he growled with a mocking smirk. "We can do it that way too." 

Your wrists were bound behind your back, the rope digging into your skin. Lloyd had spun you around and pushed you up against the cold mirror glass. You could feel every muscle in his body as he pressed against yours. He made every inch of himself felt, from his thick cock to the smirk on his lips. It was an out-of-body experience, being touched all over by someone else's hands while they did it for their own pleasure. 

Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, Lloyd moved it towards your face and filled your nostrils with a pungent smell. Once you were feeling lightheaded from the dizzying scent, he whispered, "I've got you, Sunshine," into your ear before sweeping you up and carrying you into the depths of the house of mirrors.

The air was filled with gloomy lust.

You sat on a chair in nothing but your underwear. The walls of the room were lined with mirrors containing an image of yourself so you could see every angle of how you ended up here.

The man behind it all was Mafia King, Lloyd Hansen; he seemed to have total control over any situation at all times, even when he was losing.

Lloyd placed his hand on your shoulder as he leaned down.

“I know what you want," you said in a soft voice, "but I'm not going to give it to you no matter how hard you try." 

Slowly, his hand maneuvered down the front of your underwear to gently touch your clit.

"You like this, don't you? I heard you had him under your spell, so let me have a taste, Sunshine."

You refused to break, spitting on him as he smiled unbothered by your defiance. 

"My cock will surely break you, Sunshine. But the worst punishment will be sharing you with him since you decided to cross into neutral territory," he said sinisterly.

On cue, Nick Fowler appeared in the frame of the mirror, clapping as if watching a play. "Ah," Lloyd murmured, "he's here."

“Hello, Princess. Looks like you got yourself into an even bigger mess with two mafia men.” 

Taking Lloyd's knife from his back pocket and untying the rope, Nick walked alongside the chair and forced you to stand up. He grabbed your throat firmly and locked his piercing blue gaze on you. 

Slowly, Lloyd's hands rubbed the inside of your thighs while pushing them further apart. He weighed your response as he smirked at you.

The only thing you could do was whine and try to keep your eyes open.

A buzz of anticipation filled your body.

"Shh, Princess," whispered Nick. "Take a look in the mirror. See what he is doing to you."

The smirk on Lloyd’s face appeared as he placed his two fingers on either side of your swelling lips. You don’t tell him to stop. 

Sensual and delicate to the touch.

Nick's fingertips gently massaged each of your breasts, savouring the softness and firmness. When he heard you moaning, he gently squeezed your nipples until they hardened between his forefinger and thumb.

Slowly, Lloyd inserted a finger inside you, followed by another, causing your hips to rock forward. 

For them, finding the information they needed took only seconds. You, on the other hand, enjoyed them taking their sweet time devouring every part of your body.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet, and we've only just begun." Fear gripped you as your head was clouded in fog. You could feel Lloyd's rough hands against your neck. You could feel your pussy becoming wet just by the simple touch.

Your nose was filled with the scent of sweat and whiskey. Lloyd smoothed his other hand over your spine as if it were a stream of water flowing down it.

“Remember, Princess, we are on neutral territory and that means you have to deal with both of us.” Nick’s voice was firm but distant as it echoed off the mirrors. 

Nick’s warm breath tickled your neck as he slowly eased himself inside you, inch by inch. His moans of pleasure filled the room as you were engulfed by his hard, thick cock. Every time Nick thrust into you, he took you to new levels of pleasure.

You felt Lloyd's chest pressing against your back as Nick moved faster and faster, increasing in intensity until you finally screamed out in pleasure. 

“Let me fuck this ass. Maybe she’ll tell us with two dicks in her holes." Lloyd began blowing air on your back while he moaned about what he wanted to do with you as Nick thrust in and out. "Let's get you warmed up"

That's how this is gonna feel, baby, so strong that it'll make you alive. 

“Open her up for me, Nick” 

Nick's hands glided down your body, cupping either side of your ass. His fingers pried apart your cheeks. Gentle but assertive pressure let you know he was readying you for Lloyd. 

Lloyd's eyes smiled into yours as his tip tested the waters. You felt a slight burn as he inched inside your tightness. “Kitten, oh, Kitten,” he murmured, coaxing you along. 

Nick pulled away slightly and demanded that you look at him. He captured your gaze with his own, and the intensity in the double mirror reflection was almost too much to take in.

The sensation of being filled by both men triggered moans and gasps to erupt from deep within you. 

“Look at you taking us in,” Lloyd said reassuringly as his hand moved back and forth on your spine. He delivered a sharp slap to your ass, sending shivers racing through your body. 

His lips left a trail of heat down your neck, teasingly stroking the sensitive area that instantly made your body hum. One hand rubbed circles around your clit while the other teased and tugged at it. You sank further into their embrace as both men pressed deeper into you, and the sensations swirled through your body. Their groans and cries pushed against your body's walls until finally, they reached an explosive release.

You clenched around the two dangerous men, and they spilled their cum in you as they fought over pleasure and pain.

 Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

[hadrian6]

Male Nude. 1759. French School. charcoal on tinted paper. http://hadrian6.tumblr.com

[lordprettyflackotara]

Mr. Right || Colby Brock || Part two

smut, 18+, minors dni

a/n: colby’s new mustache has got to go😭 enjoy!

Colby wasn’t sure if you were going to show.

He sat anxiously on the end of the hotel bed, tapping his foot. To the left of him was a bucket of ice with a new bottle of champagne on top, one he bought just for you.

It was admittedly expensive, but he wanted to do anything and everything to impress you.

You were a goddess to him, a bite of forbidden fruit he was never meant to taste.

Yet your curves, your whimpers.

They invaded his mind like a plague.

He couldn’t stop thinking of you. All of the filthy things he wanted to do to you.

Colby realized as he pumped his cock to the fantasy of you that all he wanted was to make you feel good.

And tonight he had every intention of doing so.

Your knocking on the door snapped him out of his thoughts, the brunette rushing to greet you.

He opened the door, hardly having a moment to glance at you before you darted inside. Colby raised an eyebrow, leaning out of the door frame. He looked both ways, ensuring no one was around.

You were silently impressed that Colby had such a fine taste for hotel rooms, considering his taste in clothing didn’t depict wealth.

“I purposefully chose a floor with no cameras to put you at ease,” Colby mentioned, shutting and locking the door behind him. You set your purse aside, sliding off your heels. You kept a calm exterior on purpose, not wanting to seem too excited or nervous about the entire ordeal.

You were sure that you weren’t Colby’s only girl and you didn’t want to leave the impression you were too needy.

“Out of context that sounds like you’re a serial killer you know,” You tease sarcastically, unbuttoning your blouse.

Colby’s eyes focused on you, soaking in your figure. A charcoal pencil skirt hugged your hips and a white button up shirt concealed your breast. He watched as your small fingers undid the buttons. You appeared to be just as eager as he was, even if you tried harder to hide it. He almost wanted to question the business get up, since he had figured you were a trophy wife.

He decided to push the thought out of his mind, deciding he would ask you later.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week,” Colby purred, striding over to you. You blushed at his sweet words, shrugging your blouse off and discarding it onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he towered over you, meeting his gaze. The energy in the room seemed to shift, your body becoming putty under his mere touch.

“You can do whatever you want to me, i’ll be good for you,” You whispered. Your words made Colby go borderline feral, his lips smashing into yours as his hands found your waist. He picked you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct. He couldn’t get enough of your lips, your soft pink lips doing charity by dancing against his.

Fuck, you had no idea what you did to him.

His hands snaked down to your ass, readjusting you higher onto him. He lifted up your skirt, the fabric audibly ripping. You gasped and pulled away. “Colby! Those were calvin klein!” You whined, hitting his chest. In a swift motion he tossed you onto the bed, shoving your tattered skirt down your legs. “I’ll buy you a new one. Ten of them in every color if that’s what you want,” Colby panted. His boner was rubbing against the harsh fabric of his jeans, not making his feral thoughts subside any faster.

“But what I want right now, is for you to do as I say. Can you do that?” Colby asked. You nodded shyly, your face a visible light tint of pink. Colby grabbed your legs, dragging you to the end of the bed. He briefly glanced over at the bucket of champagne, forgetting it was there. A light bulb popped over his head, a devious smirk dancing across his legs. “Take off your bra and panties, let me see your body baby,” Colby told you.

You were so obedient it drove him insane, watching you scramble to obey his every command. Your panties and bra were discarded in seconds, Colby quickly taking note of the white lacey matching set you wore for him. He began to undo his tie, your curious eyes watching him closely. “Close your eyes for me,” He whispered, his voice deeper than usual. You nodded and did as instructed without question.

Something about Colby fascinated you. It wasn’t the lustful thoughts or the sinful fantasies.It was the simple fact that despite only having met a week ago, you trusted him entirely. It was as if he could read your mind. He paid close attention to your body and reactions, practically reading your mind. You couldn’t describe the feeling, the notion itself completely absurd.

But as Colby wrapped his tie around your eyes, blindfolding you, you knew these thoughts to be true.

“Lay back for me and stay still, can you do that?”

Colby reached into the bucket of champagne, pulling out an ice cube.

“Yes sir,”

You laid your back onto the soft comforter, spreading your legs.

Colby took a good five seconds to admire your body, before leaning forward. He brought the ice cube to your left nipple, the sensation causing you to jerk forward. “I thought I told you to stay still?” Colby asked mockingly. Your nipple hardened under the sensation of the ice cube, a whimper escaping your lips. “Sorry sir,” You mumbled. Colby switched the ice cube to your right nipple, popping your left breast into his mouth.

His mouth was warm, the sensation making you squirm beneath him as your other nipple hardened. You could feel the wetness growing between your thighs, your cheeks flushing a deeper pink as his tongue swirled around the bud. You were all hot and bothered over an ice cube.

The humiliation had fully crashed down over you as your hips bucked upwards, begging for friction. He released your breast with a pop, the cool air making you shiver. “Needy aren’t we?” Colby teased. He kissed down your stomach, dragging the ice cube after his strip of kisses. “Colby-” You groaned, throwing your head back. He hovered over your cunt, looking up at you.

“Hmm?”

“S-so c-cold,” You stuttered, goosebumps spreading across your skin.

Colby chuckled as he ran the ice cube down to your folds. You whimpered as he ran it up and down your thigh, before opening your folds and placing it on your clit. Your hips jolted forward, his other arm holding you in place. “You can take it, yeah? Wanna be good for me?” Colby asked. He studied your body, ensuring no signs of discomfort were visible.

“Wanna be good,” You babbled, your fingers raking through his hair. You pulled at his roots, the motion erupting a groan from his throat. He tossed the ice cube aside, licking a teasingly slow stripe up your cunt. You moaned loudly as his warm tongue clouded your mind, washing away the contrasting icy cold from moments before.

“You taste so good,” Colby praised, before diving into your cunt. He lapped at your folds like a starved men, determined to please you in the best way possible. Your back arched off of the bed as your thighs squeezed around his head. He brought two fingers to your entrance, slowly pushing them inside of you. Your walls spasmed around his digits, your body craving more than just his fingers.

“Colby, I want you,” You panted, vision still restricted by his tie. Colby smirked as he curled his fingers, pulling away from your cunt briefly. “Be patient, need you to cum on my fingers first,” He purred. He began to speed up his fingers, abusing your g spot as he pleased. He reconnected his lips with your clit, sucking at your sensitive bud.

You had no idea how intoxicating you were, your head thrown back and sinful noises escaping your lips. Your juices coated Colby’s chin and fingers, and he couldn’t care less. You could feel a familiar knot form in your stomach, one you didn’t want to form so soon. Colby made you feel so fucking good. It was beyond anything your husband had ever provided you, your body and slave to the state of euphoria he put you under.

Colby could sense you were about to cum, smirking as your walls tightened around his fingers. You felt your legs begin to tremble, your hips bucking upwards. You couldn’t even give your lover a warning, moaning his name as you came. Colby released your clit with ease, satisfied with seeing you come undone.

He removed himself from you, leaning forward and removing your blindfold. “Hi there,” He greeted teasingly, earning a smile from you. You grabbed his shirt, flipping him down onto the mattress. You straddled him, pulling him by his shirt towards you. “I need you, you fucking delinquent. You’re gonna give me what I want,” You growled. Your hands nimbly reached down to undo his belt and leather pants, shoving them down his legs.

Colby leaned back, cockily putting his hands behind his head. You raised your eyebrows as his cock laid flat against his stomach, looking up at his face. “What’s that face for?” You questioned. Colby shrugged, looking down at your dripping cunt. “Oh nothing, i’m just waiting for you to take what’s yours,” He replied.

You reached down and grabbed his cock, balancing yourself as you sank down lower. His shaft stretched you out much more than your husband, your thighs shaking as you moved your hips downwards. You threw your head back as you bottomed out, gripping onto Colby’s shirt as you adjusted to his size.

“Well would you look at that,” Colby muttered. You looked down, the outline of his cock visible through your stomach. Your eyes widened as you looked up at him. “Is that safe?” You questioned, unsure of how to react. You had never been in this predicament, your husband no where near the size Colby was. The brunette chuckled.

“I guess what depends, does this feel good?”

He slowly lowered his hips, before pushing them back up into you. You groaned at the sensation, his cock rubbing against your g spot. “Fu-ck yes,” You answered. Colby grinned mischievously, leaning forward. “Lift yourself up for me, let me fuck you like the filthy slut you are,” He ordered. He traced your jawline with his thumb as you readjusted yourself on his knees.

In a swift motion he grabbed your face, forcing your lips to pucker out like a fish. “The fact you thought you could dominate me even for a second is cute, but don’t ever-” He began, rolling his hips into you slowly. He was going mockingly slow, ensuring you felt every single inch of his cock. “Ever, think you’re in control,” Colby snarled. The two of you locked eyes, your walls milking his shaft with every filthy word he spewed out.

“Fuck you’re hot,” Colby groaned, releasing your face. He hand slithered up to your throat, lightly applying pressure as he picked up the pace. You moaned loudly as he fucked you, the outline of his cock visible with every thrust he made. “Thats right, let everyone on this floor know who fucks you this good,” He growled, relishing in the sweet sounds of your uncontrollable moans.

His fingers tightened around your throat, your airway restricted as he provided you an addictive euphoria. “Colbs, fucking shit-” You babbled, unable to form coherent sentences. The nick name you spewed only made Colby pound into you harder, his thrust merciless. “You’re so pretty like this, you’re going to look even prettier full of my cum,” Colby groaned, testing the waters.

You grabbed his wrist, squeezing it for support as he abused your cunt as he pleased. “Please cum in me, I need it,” You begged. Your words were music to Colby’s ears, an irresistible smile dancing across his lips. He could feel your body tremble at the idea of being bred, the brunette feeling cocky. “Yeah? Want me to breed you? Make you mine?” He purred. You babbled words of agreement, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he fucked you.

“Please, i’ll do anything,” You begged. Colby smirked as he released your throat. “Go ahead then, ride me. Make me cum and i’ll breed that tight little cunt of yours,” He ordered. His thrust had come to a sudden halt, the knot that was previously forming in your stomach beginning to subside. In a panicked motion you began to ride him, pawing at his chest for support as you bounced up and down shamelessly on his cock.

Colby took the opportunity to grab your ass, squeezing the tender flesh as he guided you. “Look at that, riding me like a bitch in heat. You really are my personal whore, aren’t you?” He asked mockingly, the two of you locking eyes. You nodded, grinding down on his cock. You could feel your orgasm approaching, your grip on Colby’s shirt tightening.

“Fuck yes, i’m all yours Colby,”

“Then cum for me so I can make you mine,”

You lowered your hips one last time, your thighs trembling as your senses went white with ecstasy. Your high only got better as you felt Colby cum inside of you, coating your inner walls. His seed was warm as it filled your cunt, Colby’s cock still buried inside of you. The brunette slowly gripped your waist, guiding you off of his cock gently. You could feel his cum drip down your thighs as you sat on your knees, panting as you tried to catch some air.

Colby couldn’t help but admire you. Your hair was a mess, your lips raw and puffy. Your cunt was dripping his cum, your nipples still perky. You were beautiful. He leaned forward, lightly tracing your jawline with his thumb.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

You were dazed as Colby carried you over to the bathroom, hardly registered him sitting you down in the bathtub. It was larger than you expected, the warm water beginning to puddle at the bottom. You brushed your hair out of your face, attempting to gain some decency.

“So,”

“So?”

“Does this delinquent know how to fuck or what?” Colby asked teasingly. You rolled your eyes, giving him the middle finger. The tub began to fill quickly, Colby reaching over and pouring a flower scented bubble bath into the faucet. He began to undo his shirt, heading towards the door. “Where do you think you’re going?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Colby turned around a bit more sheepishly than he would’ve liked.

“I don’t know, thought you’d want space,”

His words stung, a reminder of the fact your dynamic was nothing more than a sex filled affair. You brushed off the stinging, deciding you wanted him to be near you. Even if that meant shoving aside your ego.

“Shut up and get in the tub,”

You had never had intimate moments like this with your husband. You laid against Colby’s chest, your shoulders relaxed as he washed your hair from behind you. He worshipped you, his fingers currently occupied by scrubbing and massaging your scalp. He was so gentle with you, a dramatic contrast from the way he was moments ago.

You couldn’t believe you had put your ego aside enough to be in this position, your eyes fluttering shut as Colby bathed you. He placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder, soaking in the privilege of your presence. You both had lost track of time in that bath tub, both of you rambling on about your drastically different lives.

Colby, whose last name turned out to be Brock, had a bit of a social media following. You didn’t realize Youtube was such a popular social media platform, your time mostly spent on facebook or instagram. You had a responsibility to support your husband to the public eye, one that couldn’t be ignored by watching internet videos. He told you all about Sam Golbach, a blonde headed friend of his who you learned he’d rather die without.

You couldn’t help yourself, you began rambling on about your own life. The yoga classes, how often you cooked, your current beef with your maids. You liked that Colby listened intently, asking questions and paying attention. You felt like the center of the universe, droning on about your life and useless husband. Time seized to exist, until it came to a halt.

Your eyes opened to see the sun rising over the horizon, the opened bathroom revealing the orange and pink skies. “Fuck, I have to go soon,” You muttered. Your husband would be waking up in an hour or so, undoubtedly going to question your absence. Colby noticed the hint of sadness in your voice as he washed the suds out of your hair.

“Let me finish washing your hair, okay?”

“Okay,”

You would take any excuse to be around the delinquent you couldn’t resist.

[rightintheghoulies]

Unsure if I like...

Phil doin a smokey smoke

I think if I try to 'improve' it, it'll just wreck it so I'm 'finished' and going back to bed -_-

[exilepurify]

A small but crucial detail I really love about S3e12 and Reigen’s whole encounter with ??? is the fact that Reigen doesn’t break down until he lays eyes on Mob.

Reigen is calm and collected throughout the “earthquakes”, realizing that Mob’s causing the disaster, running after him, and braving his way through the tornado. He’s determined to reach Mob at all costs and never wavers or hesitates.

Reigen calls out to Mob when he sees his silhouette in the distance, but it’s not until Reigen struggles close enough to Mob to actually see the state he’s in that his composure crumbles.

And it crumbles. It’s the first time the audience has ever seen Reigen so openly upset. I am not exaggerating by saying that Reigen is genuinely desperate and distraught, and it happened the moment Reigen made visual contact with Mob.

And this isn’t even taking into account him breaking down into tears talking with Mob. This is just the start of the encounter.

I like this little detail so much because it accentuates the fact that Reigen truly didn’t have any idea what Mob was dealing with or holding inside. All of the evidence pointed to Mob being the cause of the disaster. Reigen knew on a logical level that this was Mob’s power at work (“But Mob’s in the center of that tornado, right?”). But I think Reigen still refused to believe it on a more emotional level. To Reigen, Mob can do no wrong. Reigen sees Mob with such a favorable tint, I’m sure in that moment everything seemed so unreal to Reigen that he couldn’t make himself believe Mob was capable of this.

But when he finally catches a visual of Mob in his ??? form, he sees Mob wrapped in a sinister red energy and absolutely monstrous, his shape blurry and poorly defined from his raw power distorting it into charcoal-like smudges, his face stuck in a pained grimace. ??? looks so out of place in the normal animation style that he seems otherworldly, like he belongs in a different dimension.

The only thing keeping Reigen in denial was not directly seeing Mob rampaging around the city. So when Reigen saw ???, the realizations and the gravity of the situation just hit him all at once and he flew into a desperate panic.

It just seems so like Reigen to downplay Mob’s ability to hurt, both himself and others.

I hope this makes sense lol i’m so tired