#You asked for this

[too-deviant]

pick me up?

with…LUKE CASTELLAN!

contains…frat boy!luke, fwb!luke, boxer!luke, 18+ CONTENT, oral (f receiving), mildly public sex, dry humping

The rarity of receiving a text from Luke before midnight was not lost on you.

And yet, when your phone vibrated on your desk at eight-thirty, you picked it up and swiped carefully into the chat like it was the norm. You only recognised the oddity of the situation when Luke’s text didn’t read anything along the lines of u up? or come over?

can u come pick me up? 

trav drove me here but left like an hour ago and i have no ride

He dropped his location the moment your read receipt appeared on his screen, and you recognised the boxing gym a few blocks south of your apartment shining at you from under that damn red pin. You asked him why, but continued to slide your uggs on nonetheless, ignoring your roommate’s questioning gaze with a wave of your hand and a, “Be back later.”

You only began to question your actions when you reached the first red light. In the weeks you had known each-other, you and Luke communicated solely after the witching hour – when the only light came from his car and the only sound came from deep in the back of your throat. There was the occasional drunken makeout at any of his frat parties, but never had he asked you for a ride. 

Although, you would give it to him; his car wasn’t in the lot when you pulled up. You barely made out his silhouette when your headlights flooded the front window, and he was gone when you turned your car off. You weren’t expecting him to respond to your i’m outside – you never responded to his. But after five minutes of waiting, you huffed a sigh and relented to his clear intentions. 

The inside of the gym was as expected – cold from the AC, but warm from the residual body warmth. A ring in the middle of the space, several punching bags and other equipment you couldn’t name. Footfalls pulled you from your stupor, and your eyes drifted to where Luke’s familiar figure was exiting the locker room a few feet to your left. 

His compression shirt hugged him in all the right places – the bulging of his biceps and outline of his abs a refreshing change from the loose hoodies and baggy team jerseys he usually wore whenever you met, leaving everything to your imagination. He was in his usual grey sweats, and you applauded the consistency, always down to admire the way they hung low on his hips – the urge to tuck your fingers under the band was prominent, but you held back in favour of watching him pull off his gloves and flex his fingers in such a way that must’ve been on purpose. 

“You needed a ride?” While the circumstances of your meetup were out of the ordinary, you kept to the usual sarcastic comment. More often than not did you mutter uber for one? whenever you climbed into his car – and just like clockwork, Luke rolled his eyes and smirked at you through his bottom lashes. You weren’t stupid, and he was well aware. 

“Totally.” Was his muttered response.

“None of the other fifty guys you live with were available?” 

His hands wrapped comfortably around your hips, pulling you ever-so closer, “None of the guys I live with have lips like yours.”

“They don’t?” You pouted, hands wrapping around his shoulders and sliding up his neck, “But I swear me and Connor use the same lipgloss.”

He chuckled lowly, arms tightening around you until he could lift you up and spin you around, sitting you down on an empty table you assumed was for gloves and tape. A gasp ripped through you at the sudden movement, fingers tightening around him for balance – Luke simply sidled between your thighs and rested his hands gently on top of them. 

He kissed you, deep and slow, and you allowed yourself to get lost in it – so lost that you barely registered it when he went for the waistband of your shorts. You just used his shoulders as leverage, mouth still on his, and let him slide them under you and discard them on the ground. 

He pulled away from you, knees already buckling and mouth latching on to your shirt as he went further down, “Not those ones.”

Your fingers tangled perfectly in his curls, coiling through their humid wisps and tightening when he pushed your underwear aside and licked a stripe from deep below your vulva all the way up to your clit, latching around it and doing that thing he always said he’d do if you were good enough. Your mewl was amplified by the echo of the empty space, and the table rocked only briefly before Luke’s hand was on your stomach and pushing you to a laid back position. 

The way he suckled at you, dipping his tongue into you for a brief moment only to come back out and swallow around you. Your legs found their way around his head and he groaned deep into your cunt, dropping fully onto his knees and yanking you slightly with him. You gripped the edge of the table out of instinct, but your fingers found their way back to his hair in no time, the peak of your orgasm creeping up on you slowly.

You barely murmured a, “Oh – Luke, I’m gonna…” Before your ankles locked around him and you were shoving him hard into you. He took it like a champ, letting you ride it out and slide yourself across his face and nose until you couldn’t anymore, hips stuttering and dropping back onto the table. 

You caught your breath, and he stood. Luke always did this; watched you. You felt weird about it at first, but soon enough got used to his gaze keeping you warm while the heat between your legs settled and the huffs of air escaped your parted lips. You met his eyes and held out your hands, allowing him to pull you up into a seated position. 

“Been thinking about you all day, didn’t have time to go home and shower.” He pushed your hair away from your face, unsticking it from your forehead, “Plus I really did need a ride.”

It felt intimate – too intimate for a guy who’s text chain in your phone was the same two word question and one word response on repeat every couple of nights. So you avoided his gaze, suddenly heavy, and pulled him even closer, grinding your wet crotch against the tent in his pants and making it impossible for him to not take you right then and there.

"God -- damn." He grunted into your neck, face dropping. His hands settled around your back, venturing up your shirt and smoothing the planes of your spine. He brought them around to grope your tits, and you hummed in satisfaction at the feeling.

Your hips started to grind, and your own hands flattened on his ass so you could push him into you at a languid pace. Your wet rubbed all over him, staining the grey of his sweats dark, but he didn't seem to mind and took over his own movements.

The feeling was euphoric, and the overstimulation had you biting down on his shoulder, but Luke was moving fast t and uncoordinated, chasing his own high with a series of moans into your mouth once he found his way back to it. His hands stayed on your breasts, squeezing hard and rolling your nipples between his fingers -- you were on the cusp of your second orgasm when you felt the warmth of his cum spread through his pants. A few stuttered thrusts and he was a panting dog in your shoulder, hands dropping to the table beneath you.

"Your place or mine?"

divider by @cafekitsune :)

[weirdglassthing]

Unfortunately the Gideon and Kremy art is the only serious ouaw art I have…

Now you can see the unserious ones!

(Ok ngl I like this one but whatever ⬆️)

Blue eyed stare gricko was not supposed to get this many drawings but as I was drawing the first one the idea hit me like a car that Frost is the only one unphased being woken up by gricko (ignore the lighting it’s………. interesting it’s definitely accurate 100% and realistic you just gotta believe)

I might draw how I think the others would react but for now imagine Kremy screaming at the top of his lungs and Gideon punching his lights out (hahahaha get it) like an alarm clock.

I LOVE Frost

[thegreatimpersonator]

EVERYBODY'S GONNA DROWN YOU OUT

[inkyarcturus]

HERES THE ANGST YALL ASKED FOR

I also posted it on my tiktok: @inkyarcturus :P

[morgan-the-lonely-brick]

The Terror fans be like "i want that man carnally" and then show you a human equivalent of an expired mozarella with dog hair on it (i am one of them)

[eldritch-spouse]

https://eldritch-spouse.tumblr.com/post/738900358376701952/did-ceros-parents-dropped-him-on-jaw-or-smt-why

Let's punch him in the face until his face gets fixed, something like what happened with Squidward :D

Damn anon, you fucked him up so hard he actually grew a nose.

[newbienewness]

Pleeeease can we get Garreth in the army? 🤩 Like in the green t-shirt a with the camo pants phew 🥵

💚 Happy Wet Weasley Wednesday! 💚

[lyss-butterscotch]

Levitates in with more angsty ideas "Hey, y'know how the rot was initially meant to modify pebbles, what if the crwatures that get killed by it experience random mutations, and by the time the rot is done eating him over and over, pebbles is unrecognizable, his own sister initially unable to recognize the beast he has become?

You know what?

Yeah. Okay. I'm opening krita for this.

[simplydnp]

dan and phil react to pinofs 1-3 no context spoilers

[awrestlinggirlwholoves80sbands]

IICHLIWP- VI. YOU ASKED FOR THIS

Go on and be a big girl/ You asked for this now

(inspired by @haylewilliams)

[gosborne92]

Drop an other ass picture without panties

Sure thing boo 😉

[aserene]

🌧️ for the WIP/upcoming project ask game

Give me all the aaaaangst 😌

"Hello, this is Storybrook Memorial Hospital, we're trying to reach Saul Silva."

"Yes? This is him." Silva was nervous and wondered if perhaps something had happened to Rhaenys.

"We're calling to let you know that your wife Farah Dowling-Silva was brought in critical condition. Sir, the doctors are encouraging you to come immediately." Farah? Is hurt? What...she's supposed to be at Alfea. Why is she here?

"Of course I'm on my way, is there anything else you can tell me?"

"Only that the baby survived the crash and is in stable condition."

"What..." But the call had been disconnected. What baby? What the hell? I've gotta go, how long... probably an hour less if I take one of the sports cars. Rhaenys will understand.

"Saul?" A voice from down the hall called his name.

"I can't talk, I've got to get to Storybrook."

"Yes, we've ordered a helicopter."

"You've heard?"

"A car bursting into flames with an arrow found in it's tire? The mother and child miraculously survive. Yeah, we heard."

"What?"

"That's what I'm trying to tell to you, Farah was fleeing for her life. Rosalind put a hit on her."

"And the baby?"

"We... thought you would know... from our sources, it's only a few months old. We know she was coming here, likely to find you."

"Shit."

[hergrandplan]

How about right person wrong time? 👀

(Don’t think about Peter don’t think about Peter don’t think about Peter (I’m just repeating that to myself bc else I’ll spiral))

the way *I* sent this to two different people, neither of which is you, is so funny to me.

We really be sharing one brain here huh

And you know how I feel. you know EXACTLY how i feel cause I've rambled about this in your dms.

But Right Person, Wrong Time, in my humble opinion, is The Trope of All Time.

Not only will I devour it, I spend ages looking for it. It heals my soul. it's what I live for.

i said this in another answer is well but it's more fitting here but there's NOTHING better than "I love the person you've become without me". nothing better than "we didn't work then, but we're not the same people, and maybe we'll work now."

Right Person Wrong Time is the perfect balance between romance and angst. whether they got to watch from afar or only just met again, there's just something so.... good about it. It's realizing you don't know the other person anymore, not the way you used to, and yet falling in love all over again! It's caution, cause not only were you hurt before, maybe THEY were the reason why, and yet, you're falling. Oh, you're falling. and the rediscovering... the rediscovering and finding out that maybe you love this person, this version, even more. Because sometimes you need that time apart.

It's the waiting, the "i needed to grow before I could be right for you".

There's hope, there's faith, there's joy. But there's hurt too.

And that? My dear Lia? ugh that is the good shit.

Send me tropes to rate <3

[switchdivide]

When are you going to post some strap pics??

[newbienewness]

Dreamy Ominis just being the pretty twink that he is, but on a Parisian balcony 😳

✨ Classy ✨

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

mhmmgh......vannimarco in family guy style like that beautiful and haunting piece of art you did for me a while ago

no jokes. you get unironic vannimarco vaguely family guy art style.