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terriblywhumpy · 1 year
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Once he was a prince…
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assorted-candy · 6 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Jazz Fenton, Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom), Sam Manson Additional Tags: Ectober Month 2023, Ectoberhaunt 2023 (Danny Phantom), Horror, Blood, Restraints, College Student Jazz Fenton, horror movie Summary:
Ectoberhaunt Day 13: Horror Flick CW: Blood, Restraints, Horror
Jazz comes home from college only to find a movie night gone wrong.
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thecooler · 8 months
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TLT girlies are so spoiled for fanart. Most books don't have a tenth this much art, which is to say nothing of the QUALITY of so much of it. People are putting their whole pussy into it etc.
Sometimes I'll read a book and love it and there will be like 3 posts total about it. This time I feel like a nobleman draped across a chaise lounge being fed fresh crisp grapes. And the grapes are beautiful paintings of space dykes
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whumpprentice · 4 months
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A superpowered character losing control of their powers and having to be restrained or sedated for their own safety. Is this anything  
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pure-plum · 2 years
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What expression did the Vigilante see as they raced away from Eclipse, and what was going through Eclipse’s mind as he watched them slip out of his grasp?
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Spoilers for Getaway-Part 8 of the Sleuth Jesters series by @naffeclipse based off of @starlightcloudbaby / @sunnys-aesthetic ‘s Detective AU, thank you so much for the wonderful stories and all the inspiration <3  @sinnabee 's Eclipse is also perfect and definitely influenced me for that end design.
IT’S FINALLY DONE I am going to go rest now but I’m so happy with how this turned out ;v; ...I’m lying about the resting bit, so many ideas to start on now that this is done (no promises but there may be more robo-cleavage in the future).  I am so proud of that final page, it was the main idea I wanted to draw after reading the chapter and then everything else sprouted up around it ;v;
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Page 1: The Vigilante braces themselves in the window of a moving car, their hair bound by three bells.  They stare back at their pursuers, teeth grit in outrage.  Like a manacle around their right hand are the heavy bruising in the shape of a large hand, and their knuckles are dusted with bloodied skin across their knuckles.  The text on the page reads from Eclipse’s point of view, his true intentions spoken in brackets, “I have held you (marked you), fed you (devoured you), kept you (caged you).”
Page 2: The Vigilante, expression dark and contemplative reaches back behind their head to where the many bells and two ribbons lie tying up their hair.  Eclipse’s voice over continues, “We had a deal.”  In the next panel, the Vigilante’s hands hold a red ribbon with two golden bells carefully wrapped around the palm of their hand.  Their bruised and bloodied hand rests gently as they brush their fingertips over the two golden bells.  Eclipse’s point of view continues, “Every bone in your body, every drop of blood you shed...”.  In the final panel, the Vigilante holds the two golden bells securely in their unharmed fist and holds it close to their face, eyes closed as they press a reverent kiss to them.  Eclipse’s point of view continues, “Belongs to ME.”
Page 3: In the first panel, we see the exterior of the car speeding through the nighttime city streets.  The Vigilante hangs out of the car’s window, the red ribbon tight around the hand they hold onto the car frame to keep them steady.  Their other hand reaches back behind their head towards the remaining maroon ribbon and brass bell.  In the second panel, the Vigilante rips the maroon ribbon and brass bell out of their hair.  Their long black hair whips around their face, an expression of righteous rage on their face as they are illuminated by .
Page 4:  The first panel shows a close up of the Vigilante’s bruised and bloodied fist, holding the maroon ribbon firmly and irreverently in their grip with the brass ribbon jangles precariously from their grasp.  In the lower panel, the Vigilante’s hand opens and drops the bell and ribbon.
Page 5:  In the first panel, the bell and ribbon fall back and away as the car holding the Vigilante and Detectives Sun and Moon speeds off into the city.  In the second panel, sparkles of the brass bell’s mourning chimes follow the bell down as it CRACKS on the asphalt with resounding finality.
Page 6:  In the first panel, the bell lies crumpled, dented and broken on the ground as a pointed shadow approaches.  In the second panel, a figure stands over the remains of the bell, backlit by the headlights of a car.  The trousers are dark grey and pinstriped with maroon, the ends of a thick black coat with a golden lining billows around them.  Eclipse’s point of view declares, “You are MINE.”
Page 7:  The upper part of the page is a close up of Eclipse’s furious face.  His rays are a mixture of bruise purple and blood red with brass bleeding in from around his faceplate.  His eyes are wide and glassy black with yellow pupils.  His face is a mask of rage, brows furrowed and smile warped and sharp.  His visage fades into a far shot of Eclipse silhouetted by the headlights of his car, likely what the Vigilante sees when they look back for a last glimpse of the mob boss.  Eclipse’s outline, hunched and almost feral as he stares after the Vigilante’s escape is broken only by the stark glowing yellow of his monstrous grin.  His final line, written in jagged text says, “And Sweetheart... I will CRUSH you.”
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I wanna see what everyone else says 'cause while I know my answer, I am an outlier
Also uh
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They were 1.79
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kai-andrew-art · 2 months
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Perhaps…
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redd956 · 10 days
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Mini Whump Prompt 153
"What am I?" The hollow clone of whumpee inquired to whumper, analyzing themselves through the mirror.
"You are my love of course. You've simply lost your memory."
"I'm sorry that I don't remember you then.", They allowed themselves in whumper's embrace, resting their head against whumper's chest, and listening to the quickened heartbeat. Even the hum of whumper's laughter was warm and full of vibrations, buzzing against the clone's face.
The clone explained, "I want to love you.", while whumpee could do nothing but watch through the screen, still trapped in their restraints.
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whump-card · 4 months
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art taglist: @angst-after-dark, @whumpsday, @flowersarefreetherapy, @rainydaywhump
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cjbee · 2 years
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August 20: I am getting concerned.
August 19 August 21
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binahs-sinbin · 11 months
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Cw: edging, small humiliation kink, threats of ruined gratification, bondage technically (Idia gets a boner over a threat)
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Idia being bratty about always forgetting to charge his toys, so you decide teach him the importance of charging his toys by tying him up and putting a vibrating ring on his cock, putting it on low.
He’s in heaven until right as he’s about to cum, it stops, leaving him right on edge. Idia whines before crying out and begging you to turn it back on, except, you didn’t turn it off. You tell him that he’s not getting anything else, and to make sure he doesn’t take care of it himself, you keep him tied up until he’s soft (which takes nearly an hour since he kept getting excited when you looked at his cock) then you take the toy off his limp cock and clean it. During this you let Idia remain tied up.
You only untied him after everything was already cleaned up and put away. As much as Idia hates to admit….it was an effective punishment. He’s too tired to get to that point again and as much as he wants to jerk it quickly, his cock is already flaccid and done. It would be humiliating if he tried to save what little pleasure he could get from a quickie.
You hand him back his toy, telling him he better charge it or you won’t edge him, but will ruin him.
Idia is humiliated that your threat woke his aching cock up. It visibly flexed towards his stomach, at full mass as it uselessly bobbed. You shot him a sneer upon noticing the pre leaking from the fat head of his cock.
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2af-afterdark · 4 months
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Taking Care of You
Content: Marbas x amab!mc (you/your), restraint (shibari), dry humping/frottage A/N: Banging my head against a desk editing this. Screaming at the word document. Someone be my editor so I don't have to! Word Count: 1284
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Marbas’ half-lidded, virid eye stared blankly ahead as you secured the last of the many knots around his wrists, trapping them behind his back. His knees were pinned in a kneeling position against the pillow you’d instructed him to get on earlier and the rope bindings gently bit into his chest – though only slightly so as not to disturb the bandages already crisscrossing there.
“I fail to see the point of this.”
You slipped two fingers beneath the ropes to make sure they were snug but not constricting one last time before leaning over the back of his shoulder to kiss his cheek, your nipples poking against his broad back. “You’re always taking care of everyone else, so this time I’ll take care of you.”
“This isn’t how I treat patients,” he said matter of factly.
“There are different ways to take care of someone, you know. Plus,” you reached around his waist to lay your hand against the bulge forming in his shorts – the only thing you’d allowed him to keep wearing, “you seem to be enjoying it already.”
He closed his eyes and sighed silently. “It's a natural reaction to external stimuli.”
“Or,” you leaned in close, dropping your voice down low and whispering directly into his ear, “you just like being tied up and you're enjoying this moment.”
You gave a quick squeeze to his clothed cock and watched with delight as his lips pursed. He flexed his fingers and the muscles in his arms hardened enough that you thought the ropes holding him might snap, but they stayed in place. 
“Or maybe that doesn't matter since you're so turned on by me.” You laughed at your own comment, expecting him to immediately refute it yet again with his calm and rational realism, but instead he twitched under your grasp.
When you looked down to confirm that you hadn't imagined his reaction, you noticed that a small spot had begun to darken his shorts. His cock, always thick and visible in the outline of his pants, was straining violently against his shorts, fighting to burst free.
“Are you?” You asked with more excitement than you intended before catching yourself and clearing your throat to refocus the atmosphere you had been trying to set.
You released his hard cock and stood to walk around to his front. There, you slung your legs over his, wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, and pressed yourself against his barely hidden erection. You leaned your forehead against his. 
Speaking low and quiet this time, you asked, “Can I take care of you? Just this once?”
“I'm in no position to stop you.” He tried to pull his wrists apart to demonstrate his inability to move from the pose he was currently wrapped in.
“Good.” You pressed a small kiss against the corner of his mouth.
Slowly, you began to rock your hips forward and back against him, rubbing yourself against his cock through both of your clothes. He was large between your legs; a beast that demanded your attention and focus to ensure you satisfied all of him without losing yourself. Rubbing your dick against his was like fighting against an opponent with a clear advantage. Even though you were the one with freedom, it felt as if he could rend back control at any moment if he only wanted it.
Marbas’ eye shut and small, uneven panting made his chest fall and rise. A small stream of liquid dripped from his horns. Aside from that, he was the picture perfect example of a cool and collected man.
“Marbas,” you muttered his name with shaky breaths as you grew hard against him. You placed your hands on either side of his face. “Look at me.”
He opened his one good eye, pupil painted white as it stared directly at you and cheeks dusted rose from blood beneath his pale skin.
Your knees buckled as you stuttered against him, erections haphazardly brushing against one another as you continued to rock back and forth. As soon as you found the proper rhythm to make him grunt beneath his breath, you latched your mouth onto the side of his neck. The vein under your teeth pulsed as you bit down.
As you switched to licking at the same spot, feeling his heartbeat against your tongue, you pressed your hands against his chest. The ropes ran circles down the center of his abdomen, branching out to loop around his back, but leaving most of him exposed. You trailed your fingers along the ropes just under his pectorals, following their curve back and forth at a slower pace than your hips rolled against him. When you found a comfortable spot to let them rest, you stopped your hands and brushed your thumbs across his nipples instead. They were as hard as his cock.
You rested your head against his shoulder at the perfect angle to watch both as you teased and bullied his chest and the stain that had grown larger in his shorts. “How do you feel?”
He was still mostly calm, but you could tell that he was breathing harder than before. “I believe I'm doing well.”
“Only well?”
“I would prefer to see to you.” His eye trailed downward and you could tell that he was staring at your own erection.
You chuckled then pinched his nipples. “After you.”
“Only after me?”
“Mhm.”
Or so you teased, but the friction of rubbing both of your dicks together was too sweet to endure. The massive beast you had thought to control had somehow flipped the script despite your position on top. Marbas was dominating you with only his presence and the pleasure of feeling your body against his.
“I understand.”
He closed his eye and seemed to focus on the way you touched him; your dick against his, the confines of his shorts only increasing the pressure against his cock, your fingers playing with his nipples, your heavy panting in his ear, the ropes straining against his bulging muscles as he fought not to try and grab you; he focused on all of it.
He was so quiet, grunted so softly, that you almost missed when he finally came. The only reason you noticed was the pushing forward of his hips and the sudden warmth in his shorts beneath you.
“Really?” You stared down between his legs as you spoke. 
He opened his eye, looking at you innocently – not naively, simply in a way where he understood he did nothing wrong, “You told me that I had to finish first before I touched you.”
“I did.” And you couldn't argue against that, even if it made you pout that he was so calm about it. “Let me untie you.”
“There's no need.”
You could hear the distinct sound of something tearing before he brought his arms forward and rubbed at the markings on his wrists to soothe them. The ropes went slack across his body, a mess of directionless chords and broken loops.
You stared wide eyed at the scene. “Could you do that the whole time?”
“If I felt like it.”
He said nothing more on the topic as he leaned forward with his now free legs. The sudden movement put you off balance and sent you toppling backwards until he was hovering over you, with your legs still wrapped around him.
One of his large hands pressed down against your chest, silently telling you to stay in place as he began to venture lower until he reached your erection. Then, he wrapped his hand around it and began to slowly pump your length.
“Now, I believe I should take care of you as well.”
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transphilza · 8 months
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frankly even if every bad thing anyones ever said about dream was untrue i would still be glad the dsmp fandom split off from dteam the way it did because his fans are so insanely deluded its genuinely concerning
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starglowwos · 4 months
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martyn: ah, the temptation to kill it right now is so strong scott: i know it is,— martyn: [laughing] scott: —[laughing a bit] but i'm gonna need you to show some self resp- ə- restraint martyn: s- and self respect [laughing a bit] scott: [laughing] martyn: you're not wrong when you said that, that, that's-.. that was the truth of the situation
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Really proud of the inks for my WIP, think I'll be posting inks separately if they're good enough to stand on their own
(Edit: finished version here)
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