#and a bit of teasing

[jojaxcola]

dads' night out (it's just pierre being bullied)

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x09 - “The Dirt Under Your Nails.” ↳ “Is that... singing?”

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Something Old, Something New.

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[cyb3r-pupp]

Sometimes I think oh I could totally brat but then I remember that I fold like a cheap tent at the slightest hint of possibly being praised

[snail-day]

You know how, on birthdays, it’s kind of cute to feed your friend a spoonful of cake? Real sweet, right?

Yeah, well, it’s a lot less cute when Satoru expects you to do it every single time he brings home dessert. (Which is often) Doesn’t matter if it’s his birthday or not.

He’s already tugging you into his lap before you can even say no, arm wrapped around your waist as he wiggles the fork in your face, already loaded with cake he’s definitely taken a bite of first. And he’s grinning. That wicked little grin, baby blue eyes glittering with mischief as he coos, “C’mon, baby, feed me the cake.”

You know what he wants. He wants a repeat of what happened the other night. When you cupped his stupidly handsome jaw and called him your pretty little thing, all mean and teasing while he practically whimpered in your hands.

So you don’t give him cute. No, no. You wrap your hand gently around his throat instead, just enough to feel his pulse flutter against your palm. His breath catches.

“Open wide, pretty boy,” you purr.

And he melts. Back arching just a little, lips parting instantly, tongue out and waiting like the pathetic little dessert-hungry mutt he is. You feed him the cake and he moans around it, like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

You don’t even know if he likes the flavor. He just likes being fed like this. And of course you'll continue to encourage his bratty actions. Because damn it… he's so good when he begs.

(I swear though, he will deep throat the fork)

[home-of-the-squirmle]

Boyfriends of Progress

[bluerosefox]

Phantomish Rogues

Team Phantom get ripped from their home universe into the DCverse. With no money or real ID's in this world. Now thats a problem.

Another big problem is that Danny is badly injured and his core kinda put him into a deep cryo sleep. He needs to rest and gather ectoplasm.

Bigger problem Team Phantom have no clue how to get home because they don't know how to decode the Fenton Portal blue-prints, not even Jazz who at the time didn't pay attention to her parents portal work anymore by the time they finished it. The only one who does have an idea is Danny!

Biggest problem, they landed in a place called Gotham that seems to be overrun with actual villains and heroes? (vigilantes). And for some odd reason many of them seem to find them no matter where the Team goes to hide.

Until they can get their hands on a safe space, tech, and money, Team Phantom might have to go a bit Rogue/Villainous if they wanna keep Danny safe until he wakes up.

[teddybeartoji]

wolf!suguru pretending to bite reader's neck just to feel you tremble and squirm in his arms... pushing at his chest... maybe letting out a quiet little whimper..... all that for him to pull away with a sly grin, his teeth on full display as he coos at you teasingly,, telling you that he would never hurt you.....................

[dailygihun]

Gi-hun and Jung-bae hanging out pls?

day 19 || I NEED TO DRAW JUNG-BAE MORE IM LOWKEY PISSED AT MYSELF FOR NEGLECTING HIM

[iicaru2]

gale is just like me in the sense that he’s a chronic yapper who loves deeply and has a somewhat unreliable moral compass and some kind of poorly concealed god complex but also because at the first minor inconvenience he can and will threaten to kill himself

[linkcharacter]

Oh I have so many thoughts on aroace Curly, I think it brings so much on the table when analyzing the game's story.

Amanormativity ties in with the reoccurring mentions of the nuclear family, from Wrong Organ making 1950s mock advert posters, to Swansea talking about how getting a wife and kids didn't bring him any fulfillment in life.

In the cake cutting nightmare sequence, where Jimmy talks with Dream Curly about the mediocre cake, Dream Curly begins to talk about how sometimes you can only get the subpar stuff in live. Sometimes he'll get promoted, buy a house, fall in love. But other times he'll just have some awful fucking cake with his friend.

I think there is that subtle implication that Jimmy does buy into Amanormativity, with him projecting his beliefs on Dream Curly that a platonic relationship is lesser then a romantic one. But we never see Curly suggesting that he wants such a thing in the pre-crash.

With Jimmy thinking that Curly has everything in life, except for the desire (although I think Jimmy would view it as Curly not having the skills for it) to get a romantic partner, he would heavily lean into getting the one thing that Curly couldn't get in life to one up him.

THATS EXACTLY WHAT IM THINKING!!! AMATONORMATIVITY BE DAMNED!!!!

Looking at Mouthwashing through an aroace lens is interesting

"Jimmy thinking that Curly has everything in life, except for the desire", well said, well said! And references to the nuclear family fit in very cleanly thematically for Mouthwashing.

Jimmy leaning into amatonormativity is a smart observation. Jim internalizes all the social norms and standards on what you have to do to have a normal and desirable life, who sees everything Curly has and what Jimmy wishes he had, and is offended that Curly isn't satisfied, that he has the "audacity" to be unhappy. Curly meanwhile only wishes for his life to be something he doesn't have to run from, because by all means, he has already reached a point where he should feel accomplished, but isn't. Curly doesn't want to be a freighter captain his whole life, he doesn't want to settle with his sustainable position, he just wants to be happy. Like Swansea who has reached the "ideal" outcome of his life, having a wife, kids and a good career, it will never feel as good as embracing all what society deems undesirable yet right for you.

Jimmy does imply to seeing himself as lesser as a friend, "fall in love" being a goal and a "cake with a friend" being something he "has to settle for", it's all in the subtleties with underlying themes of "what you're "supposed to want" by society's expectations" against "what feels right for you". Jimmy is frustrated that Curly is going to "leave the dirt behind him", when in actuality, letting the crew and him go is the last thing Curly wants. Curly wants to be with his friends, he deeply cares about his crew, and about his close friend.

Mouthwashing as a whole reads to me as platonic through and through. Swansea and Daisuke having such a meaningful familial bond, Curly and Anya being sweet, playful and caring without romance, Anya and Daisuke having something of a siblings dynamic are dear to me. Also it's really rare to get to see representations of "toxic friendship" in media. Its always toxic romance this, toxic yaoi that, toxic family there, however in reality, friendships aren't excluded from being as rotten and abusive as the others, yet they're often overlooked. Jim and Curly are especially unique in this way. It's very impressive how they managed to showcase Jimmy's mistreatment of Curly in such a platonic way (at least that how I read it). Jim too, like Curly, in general avoids hints at romance and attraction explicitly related to him during his gameplay, not with Curly, nor with Anya (dear god thanks for that at least). It's all spite, annoyance and parasitizing off of these two. (That man's dry and lowkey hates everyone and everything) No attraction attached, no desires except hoping it hurts.

Curly to me is very much aroace, or at least on the spectrum. Like, the trivia fact that one of Curly's fondest memories is that of his friends putting in effort to make a shitty awful cake, tells us all we need to know on how dear his friends are to him. Platonic relationships mean so much to Curly, even when it's Jimmy fucking Mouthwashing, the worst friend ever imaginable.

[accidentcache]

tease.

feat: keigo takami. college au.

warnings / cache notes: SMUT. minors dni. language, oral (m receving, implied f recieving at the end), face fucking (that feels lewd to type LMAO), reader is a massive tease i wanna say. just torturing drunk keigo with some head and he snaps. 2.6k. i went overboard. whoops.

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keigo is a touchy and clingy drunk. you've always known this. he also turns into a bigger brat than yourself— that's what pissed you off tonight. the entire walk home he was feeling you up, would not take his hand off your ass for a single second.

but how could you yell at him when he had those precious puppy dog eyes and those cute little curls that stuck to his sweaty little forehead? his cheeks were rosy from alcohol and his eyes were glazed over and he clung to you like you were his lifeline— but he kept touching and whispering flirty and borderline depraved things in your ear the entire walk home.

upon finally getting to his apartment, you set him up against the wall just inside while you close and lock the door. his fingers hover around your waist— never drifting too far.

you bend to kick your heels off and keigo takes advantage of the position to grind his hips into yours. an exasperated sigh leaves your lips— his actions are sloppy and messy and nowhere near as sexy as he was trying to be.

"keigo," your voice is tight, a hand clasping overtop of his in some attempt to ground him or at least sober him up somewhat. "let's get you to bed."

keigo whines. his fingers dig harder into your hips and his mouth finds your neck when you straighten up in front of him. his chest presses against your back and most of his weight leans onto you. "baby—"

"no," you cut him off. you peel his hands off of you and wrap a hand around his wrist, twirling yourself around to turn him around at the same time. you press your palm in the space between his shoulder blades and push. "you're going to bed. you're plastered."

keigo sighs dramatically but he complies. there's a cheeky smirk on his lips as he makes the way down the hall on uneven footsteps, and when he reaches his bedroom door he struggles to open it at first. if you weren't so irritated at his bratty behavior you would've chuckled at how he went face first into the wood before he managed to get it open.

by the time you've gotten things situated out in the main room, keigo is face down on the bed when you go to check on him. his wings are limp and spread out along the sheets, lazily twitching as he hums under his breath.

you make your way into the room and stand at the edge of the bed. "you are not sleeping in that," you say, motioning towards his clothes that are rumpled from a night of drinking and reek of alcohol and sweat.

keigo turns his head to peer up at you. when his hazy golden eyes lock onto your form, he smirks and the tips of his wings flap ever so slightly. "can't i?" his voice is still so slurred when he speaks. "i don't wanna take them off. too lazy."

you feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. clicking your tongue in disapproval, you motion with your finger towards his sprawled out form. "sit up."

keigo lets out a drunken giggle— full of mischief and nothing good ever comes out of that noise. he surprisingly obeys your command, however; even if it is with a half smirk and over dramatic movements. he manages to hoist himself up, propping himself back onto his hands on the edge of the bed.

"happy now?"

your patience is worn thin at this point. you can feel your lips curl into somewhat of a growl and your knees force his legs apart just a tad too roughly. keigo doesn't mind, obviously. he's far too drunk and if he's honest, he likes when you're a little rough with him.

your hands tug at the hem of his shirt and he lifts his arms so you can pull the fabric over his head. he catches your gaze when it lingers just a tad too long on his exposed chest and he smirks.

the smug little shit.

"now lift your hips," you order next, pointing a finger down to his hips. a short huff of air leaves your lips when he purrs at your tone, and he only grins at the way you roll your eyes. he knows you're only feigning annoyance— if you were truly annoyed with his antics you would've left him to fend for himself for the night. he's just wondering how far he can push you.

your fingers make quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans and the bulge and strain only make it more difficult.

keigo is also a horny drunk.

he leans back just a tad as his hips lift up as you tug the fabric down his hips and tights. the smirk on his lips turns just a tad more smug and crooked, his head tilting back as he watches you with eager eyes. "c'mon babe. you know you wanna," his words are still slurred, but have gained the weight of lust.

your eyebrow quirks upwards as you manage to get his pants down his knees. "what makes you think you deserve my touch right now?"

his lower lip juts into a pout that you fear is just a little too genuine. his eyes drop to that puppy dog gaze and he spreads his thighs ever so slightly, the muscles twitching with the light strain. "babe, don't be mean to me…"

you have to sigh in response. your tongue pokes at the inside of your cheek. "you like when i'm mean to you."

keigo's cheeks flush. "i do," he admits just a little too easily. he sits up in a rush and you can tell he immediately regrets the decision. his hand rises to press his fingers to his forehead as if to soothe the spinning that you know his brain is dealing with at the moment. "baby, please," he pleads.

you stare back at him with both eyebrows now raised. your arms cross over your chest and you adjust your stance in front of him. your eyebrow twitches, higher up in the form of a taunt and your head tilts. your lips curl into a smirk, "beg."

keigo scoffs in amusement. "excuse me?"

by now the alcohol has settled in his system— making him more stubborn and cocky. shortly he will realize this will be his downfall, but he's not paying attention that. he's clearly not used to you being so… forward. keigo calls the shots usually. it's how things usually flow in bed with the two of you.

and even though your attitude is arousing to him at the moment, his stubbornness outweighs it heavily. he makes it show as he leans back, throwing his arms behind his head with a smirk. "you're gonna have to ask me nicely, babe."

oh how his smirk drops when he sees you sink to your knees in front of him. there's no way you're giving in this quickly, so keigo can only assume you're up to something devious. you move inbetween his legs and his thighs clench almost involuntarily.

you don't touch him. you merely make bold eye contact with him over the obvious tent in his boxers and a shaky exhale leaves his lips. he swallows thickly— you see his adam's apple bob as he forces the lump down— and his voice shakes just the slightest bit when he speaks. "baby," he mumbles, his tongue feels heavy in his mouth. "don't tease me. not right now."

your lip juts out in a condescending pout almost immediately. your hand raises to trail the tip of your finger along the outline of his cock through his boxers and you watch with a satisfied gleam in your eyes as his cock twitches and jumps under your feather light touch. your eyes flick back up to his, an eyebrow still raised in a taunt.

keigo's face is flushed. his smirk has long faded and has been replaced by a wanton expression of need and desperation. "stop teasing," he growls, his entire body twitches as he restrains himself from grabbing a hold of you or just bucking up into your touch entirely.

now, you're pushing it. you lean in with a smug smirk, your mouth hovers overtop of his cock. the heat of your mouth just causes him to twitch and throb more. keigo lets out a strangled moan at the feeling and his breath gets caught in his throat.

your eyes don't leave his for a second. "make me."

"you little—" his arm moves, reaching toward you— but he stops himself. "stop fucking teasing."

"you're so twitchy," you mumble as your lips brush against him. the only part of you to make contact with him is the ghost of your lips and it drives keigo insane. "i haven't even touched you, baby…"

keigo's breathing is labored with the effort of holding himself back. he grits his teeth and his eyes shut briefly as he tries to compose himself but he swears he sees double when he looks back down at you. his voice— low and rough— has a hint of pleading underneath. "just touch me already, fuck."

keigo's heart rate picks up when he hears you chuckle. he groans, the noise pulled from deep in his chest when your nose nudges against his cock. it does nothing to help his situation when you purr a tiny little "oh, baby…" at him in response.

he can feel the heat growing at the base of his spine. it's getting increasingly harder for him to not just grab you and force you down on him. even drunk he's still respectful— but it's like you're deliberately pushing the limit.

your tongue rolls out and flattens against him and it causes such a whorish moan to fall out of his mouth. the fabric dampens under your tongue but you refuse to move, obsessed with the way his cock throbs and twitches under your tongue. your eyes flick up to his once again and keigo swears his vision spins when he sees the corners of your mouth lift in a smug little smirk.

he thinks he's getting a moment of reprieve when your fingers curl into the waistband of his boxers. but the moment his dick is freed you only coo and stare at it, practically drooling at the sight.

you still don't touch him. at least, not in the way he wants you to.

you're evil, he's thinking to himself. you're an evil woman, teasing him like this. he makes a last ditch effort to control himself and grips his sheets with white knuckles. "baby, please…"

another chuckle from your mouth. you don't know why you turn so sadistic when you're in a teasing mood, but seeing keigo in this form was just too good. your tongue flattens along the underside of his cock and you hum against him. "so needy…"

his head knocks back against the pillow. "if you don't take me into your fucking mouth i swear to god—"

"you'll what?" your tongue leaves in favor of torturing him some more. your eyebrow lifts in a challenge.

a strangled cry leaves keigo's lips and that's how you know he's snapped. his hands surge forward, diving into your hair as he tugs you forward. "you're gonna get your mouth on me right this motherfucking minute," he growls out before he finally forces his tip past your lips and into your mouth.

he almost cries out in pure ecstasy the moment he feels your mouth. your throat tightens around him as he forces you down, both hands in your hair to make sure you don't move away from him. he moans loud and unabashed, his head rolling back with his eyes squeezed shut. "fuck," he breathes out after a moment. his hips rut forward into his mouth, "that's it, angel. just like that."

a swift yank forces your glossy eyes to dart up to his own. his chest rises and falls with labored breathing and he revels in the silence for just a moment. you swallow and gag around him when he pushes himself deeper and he breathes out another loud and throaty moan.

"you've been driving me insane," he manages out in a rough tone. he takes in how your lash line waters and the corners of your mouth pool with drool and a warmth spreads in his chest. he guides you with his hand in your hair, making sure your head moves in tandem with the rhythm of his hips.

your eyes start to flutter shut and your hands grip onto his thighs for some sense of stability. your scalp stings when he tugs your hair once again, forcing your eyes up to his. "eyes on me, dove," he orders through a rough moan. "keep those pretty eyes on me."

he knows he's being just a tad too rough but god damn does your throat feel amazing. he doesn't even care that your eyes are fluttering every time his tip hits the back of your throat— the way you gag just makes him throb even more. you're taking every inch of him so well that he forgets he was even irritated with you in the first place.

your nose is flush with his pelvis with each thrust, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. the noises are obscene— from both keigo and your mouth, but the sight of you is even more divine. it's so lewd and filthy that keigo doesn't even care that you're drooling all over yourself. his thrusts into your mouth only get quicker as he tries to chase that white hot pleasure he's been chasing since you took his pants off.

"god— you feel so good," his head tilts back with a moan. his body is taut with tension, the veins in his arms show restraint as he grips your hair tighter. if you weren't going almost lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, you would've moaned at the sight of him.

his cock throbs on your tongue and you know he's about to cum. his movements get sloppier— rushed and uncoordinated. "fuck," he swears, one of his hands moving to the back of your head. he repeats the swear over and over as his hips move faster and rougher as he chases his orgasm using your mouth.

with a final push, he forces his cock the farthest it will go down your throat as he spills inside of you. his hand stays on the back of your head to keep you there. his mouth drops open as he pants and moans and drags your name out in several syllables.

he pulls you off of him and keens in delight at the line of drool mixed with his cum that connects your mouth to his cock. you pant heavily once you're granted access to oxygen again, letting his release sit on your tongue before you swallow. you take heavy gulps of air as his hand cups your cheek.

his gaze is suddenly more soft as his thumb swipes along your cheek. both of you are panting, chests heaving but keigo's touch is gentle and soothing as he pushes strands behind your ear. his tongue darts along his lip as he drags his thumb along yours. "are you okay?"

you nod, feeling like your throat might combust if you try to use it to speak. keigo's mouth lifts with a small grin and he curls a finger underneath your chin. he coaxes you upward, pulling you ever so softly up onto the bed with him where he then cages you underneath him.

"you were such a good girl," he mumbles, his fingers moving to the hem of your shorts. his breath is warm and still heavy with strained breaths against your stomach as he tugs the fabric down your hips. "let me repay you, hm?"

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[torchstelechos]

I think Binghe deserves to know about SQQ's past life as SY, not because I think he deserves to know why he got shoved into the abyss but because I think he deserve to know SQQ's fucking weird ass little mind. Wife plots and all. I think this would give Binghe some enrichment for his Shizun enclosure, cause nothing would make his little bingpup hamster wheel of a brain spin faster than realizing that SQQ is thinking about him 24/7 and is as obsessed with him as he is with SQQ

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

When in doubt, Soup it out.

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[rhiangalaxy]

Bingge meeting Shen Yuan or Shen Yuan meeting harem for doodle rqs! :)

Sorry Bingge! That's their Yuan-di now <3 Thanks for the rq!! :D

[ID: A Scum Villain doodle. Shen Yuan (in his Peerless Cucumber form) stands dressed in hanfu with a nervous but happy closed eye smile as he is surrounded by various of Luo Bingge's wives. One of SY's arms is being pulled slightly by Qin Wanrong, who has a pitiful look as if trying to get his attention. On that same side, Liu Mingyan has an excited expression, partially hidden by her veil, and a hand on SY's shoulder. On the most right is the Little Palace Mistress, who appears to be sternly giving advice, with one hand raised with her pointer finger up as she gestures. On the left, Ning Yingying has her hand on SY's other shoulder, smile widely with closed eyes at SY. And lastly, on the most left is Sha Hualing who has her arm around NYY, and the other arm raised up towards her own chest as she winks at SY. In the upper right corner is a bubble of LBG who is pouting as his wives take all of SY's attention. End ID]

[somegrumpynerd]

Ah yes, very mature indeed

I love these two getting far enough into their truce to annoy each other playfully, Dream is great at it immediately but it's good to see Nightmare starting to take part too

And don't worry, Dream did get revenge