#guess whos back bitches

[lunarthecorvus]

This was how the scene went, right?

[youreverydayfangirl]

GUESS WHOS BACKKK!?

hey guyss sorry i've been radio silent i've just been really sick and then i had school stuff and then holidays and everythings just been super hectic so...

i'm about to update a ton so keep your eyes peeled 👀

[asking-houndbeast]

What's that art on your wall?

th!s draw!ng was made by my quadrantmate (he cant p!ck between flushed or p!tched so he gets !ntroduced l!ke th!s as pun!shment and ! already got a mo!rale soo) he drew th!s for my hatch!ng day along w!th several cards cause he couldnt f!t all what he wanted to say !n one fuck!ng card lmao and all my p!ctures under !t

[wystaria-garden]

Temperance; Increases healing magic potency by 20%, while reducing damage taken by self and all party members within a radius of 50 yalms by 10% for 20 seconds.

[a-bored-maxi]

GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM THE PSYCH WARD BITCHES

[dilovortexx]

dilo?? actually posting on Tumblr.com again instead of lurking?? holy shit what a wild experience gonna reorganize my blog a bit probably and hopefully start being active again because yeah twitter kinda dying

[amelia-yap]

here

[spiderstape]

Gay people Cuddling

[everyones-least-favorite-bard]

"The Fourth Wall said. 「 You are Yoo Joonghyuk. 」 I wasn't Yoo Joonghyuk."

[scholastic-dragon]

Happy birthday!!! For the request thing, I was thinking prompt 1 “This cock isn’t going to suck itself” with prompt 33 “Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?” with bayverse Raphael and female reader, please Maybe like it starts with prompt 33 and then they head to the bedroom which leads to prompt 1?? In the end idc I'm sure it'll be amazing either way <3 thank you so much!

Oooooooo, I like these ones! You got it!

Bay!Raph x Fem!reader

Hunger

Warnings: fingering in the kitchen, oral sex, spelling mistakes

How or why it happened you don't know.

No, that's a lie. You know exactly how it happened.

You and Raph were thick as thieves, best friends, and it was no surprise to anyone when feelings were revealed and you guys got together.

But now it was a problem.

Touches no longer had to be hidden, kisses could be had, cuddles were a must.

And the tension just kept growing, and growing, and growing.

Which leads you to right now, pressed into the fridge in the lair with a very excited raph kissing you like it was the end of the world.

He groaned against your lips, hands massaging and gripping your ass. Grinding his hardened cock against your clothed center you moan, eyes flickering open and hitting his shoulders.

"Wait, Raph, we can't....your brothers..."

"They're all busy," He dismisses, kissing and sucking bruises onto your neck. "We're fine,"

"Let's go to your room-"

He groans, slipping his tongue into your mouth for a deep passionate kiss. One hand holds your jaw while the other hooks one of your legs over his hips. He rolls them forward, feeling the wet spot growing through your leggings.

"You don't seem that opposed to it," He chuckles, pulling away, looking down at your disheveled form.

"Raph-"

"Think anyone will notice if I start fingering you right now?"

You swallow your tongue, a strained noise leaving your throat. You most certainly want that but not here.

"We can't," You protest, face flushed.

"Can't?" He echos with a laugh. His hand leaves your ass, rubbing over your folds through your leggings.

"Raph," You whine as quietly as you could, biting your lip. His hand slips under your waistband, and you don't have the strength to stop him when you feel the thick pads of his fingers against your soaked folds.

At this angle, Raphs giant form and shell block you from prying eyes in the kitchen doorway.

In hard, fast strokes he teases your clit, making your eyes water from holding back moans. Your fingers gripped his biceps, but he didn't seem to care.

"Eyes on me," He husked. Your eyes lift. He smirks and traces his finger along your folds before sinking into your heat.

You mouth opened, but raphs palm covered your mouth before the sound could escape. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

His hand moved firm and fast in your sopping heat.

Your back arched, moans lost to the calloused skin of his palm. Your feet on their tip toes as your hips rolled with the rhythm of his hand.

"You wanna cum?" He taunts, leaning in to lick and suck at your neck.

You nod helplessly.

Pressing a kiss to your collarbone, he pulls away, his hand leaving your heat with a squelch.

You whine as he licks his finger clean. "Can't risk anyone seeing you cum, baby doll, let's go to my room,"

You smack his arm, taking his hand you drag him through the thankfully empty living area and to his room. Closing and locking the door behind him.

He's on you in an instant, slipping his tongue past your lips and removing your clothes. Your hands skim his hand scales and muscles, removing his basketball shorts. His cock juts out and hits your thigh.

Cupping your face he pulls back and smirks down at you. Taking a hold of your face, he makes you peer down at the thick appendage.

His hand grabs the thick base and strokes, slowly. You moan, feeling your knees go weak.

"This cock isn't going to suck itself," He points out.

Meeting his eyes, you push on his chest, his knees hit the bed and he sits on the edge. You straddle his lap, kissing him and pushing him to lay down.

His shell lands on the squishy mattress and you prop pillows under his head to rest comfortably.

Then with a smirk you crawl around until your pussy is inches over his face.

He laughs, his hand coming up to smack and pull at your ass. "That's my girl," He yanks your hips down and licks and sucks at your pussy.

You moan, one hand pressing on his hip to keep yourself steady and the other massaging his thick cock.

Precum rolls from the tip and your quick to lean in and drink it down. Kitten licks mark his tip, then you roll your tongue up and down the veins of him.

He moans against your folds. His teeth nip at your clit, makimg you buck your hips against him.

Opening your mouth wide, you sink your pout down on him, stroking what doesn't fit. He moans and rolls his hips.

You work together, bringing the other to release. Yours is coming fast, his lips sucking and kissing your clit until your screaming around his cock.

The band coils in your stomach until you can't take anymore and it breaks. You have to remove your mouth so you don't bite his cock off, and scream and ride his face.

Once your breath returns, you swallow his cock again and stroke him hard and fast. He squeezes your thigh.

"I'm gonna cum," He groans, his hands massaging your ass and thighs.

Smiling you suck his tip hard and reach a hand down to fondle his tail. He moans like he always does when you touch his tail.

His cock jerks, spilling his cum into your mouth. You make a show of humming and swallowing every drop.

"Fuck, babe," He sighs. Lifting you and setting you on his chest.

You look down at him, a smile on your face. Giggling softly, you lean down and kiss his full lips.

When you pull back he laughs softly, pinching your sides.

"Guess we didn't need food after all,"

Tags: @thelaundrybitch @happymoonangel @eveandtheturtles @tinkabelle24 @yorshie @leosgirl82 @sketch-mer-6195 @turtle-babe83

[auspiciouscat]

Crane

[lunarthecorvus]

Me entering back into my meme era like:

[the-patrex]

I have seen a LOT of discourse about the finale so here is my final opinion on it: I Liked it I thought it was Very Bad

[billys-slutcherson]

'Bathed in Wine' 18+ MDNI

Derek Danforth x F!Reader

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Oneshot:

You hated it, the façade. It bored you, but for Derek, you'd do anything just to be there to tease him. In the end, you get what you want, or better yet what you need. Even at the cost of making a slight fool of yourself. It was worth it to see him in ruins.

Tags:

Light Dom/Sub, Power Play, Vaginal Fingering, Grinding, Wet & Messy, Clothed Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Rough Sex, Gagged (but not quite, mouth covering), Choking, Rough Kisses, Neck Kissing, Spanking, Doggy Style, Begging, Quickies, Creampie, Mirror Sex, Bathroom Sex. There are mentions of alcohol, but it is not the focus and there is no heavy intoxication etc. (It is wine with dinner so to speak! Just if alcohol in general is not your thing!)

Words: 2,754

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The hum of music droned and the constant murmuring of people was grating on you. Tapping your heel slightly he grumbled reaching under the dinner table, snaring your knee into his grip.

“Quit…that…” Derek hissed. As frustrated, likely more. You fucking hated these events. You hated the falsity of them. That and them being utterly mind-numbing. Never quite paying attention. Merely sat pretty, lingering on Derek's arm. But since you started ‘dating’ Derek so to speak, or publically letting the world know that you both fuck, these were now a part of your life. His hand lingered against that knee.

“I’m bored… it’s so fucking boring…” You whined. Rolling your eyes back his head snapped to the side. Scoffing some as he watched you. Derek's eyes are roving over your skin. Dancing over your collarbones. On the run-up to the event, you had to warn him: No biting. Love bites were banned, unless he wanted caught out in his desperation for you.

“I know, I fucking know. Okay? but just… a few more hours…” He attempted to pacify.

“Hours?!” you hissed like such a brat. Slumping back into the chair. Feeling the eyes of strangers fall on you both. Derek's brows narrowed. You relished getting under his skin. But seriously, you could not suffer this much longer. Derek let out a gravelled sigh. Outside of fucking, your bratty nature just either frustrated him or turned him on. Shifting in his seat his hand was still dipped down under the tablecloth. Tracing lines over your knee. You felt it, smirking to yourself. Tilting your head to him. Catching his tongue wash over his lip he pressed his chin into his palm. The touch of his rough hand slithered further to grip your thigh. The tips of his fingers brushed beneath the soft hem of the dress.

It was a game you knew all too well. Reaching higher on your soft inner thigh. Your skin was left burning beneath his touch. A flurry of warmth washed over your core as he continued his needy pawing at your skin. It was too busy here for this. You reached to snatch at his wrist in defiance. Fingernails biting at his skin as he had a cocky smirk on his face. Trying to shake free from your grip. Shaking your head as you mouthed 'not here'. A waiter leaned over you both, as the deep red wine softly poured into your glasses. The pair of you halting in his presence for only a moment. Till he wandered off.  

Your eyes dragged over the strangers in the room as you addressed Derek's lingering touch. "Why not? Thought you were bored, babygirl?" He continued. And you let him. Pressing forward you hunched slightly against the table. Hiding his forearm tucked between you and the table edge. Derek snickered catching how you shifted in your seat.

Tracing his lower lip with his thumb as it felt like everyone was melting away. Unable to pull your eyes away from him. He hated it when you said how pretty he was. But god, he was. All you could focus on was how his hand wandered further, and a little smile formed on your lips. Catching as Derek's eyes darted to you coughing on his breath as it hitched in his throat. His callous fingers meeting your bare cunt. Pulling away a moment. As you shifted your hips forward. Mumbling incoherently. Pressing back against his touch.

Derek narrowed his eyes at you. A coy smile curled on his lips as he seemed pinker by the second. Very unlike him. His other hand reached to rub the back of his neck. Looking around for prying eyes. Twisting his face back to you. You loved his stare. So full of fucking need all the time. The way his eyes traced you. Like he owned you.

“Nothing?” That was all Derek seemed to mutter. Batting your eyes at him. You shifted clamping your thighs together, toying with him, so his palm was flush against your bare folds. He shook his head, chewing the inside of his lip. Though, Derek nudged your thighs apart a little. His middle finger slipped and caressed against your slit. Your chest tightened slightly. The rubbing became more deliberate.  

“I don't think I can... too busy.” You faltered slightly. Looking at him as he refused eye contact for a moment.

“Try.” Derek purred. Pressing his lips together. The tips of his fingers traced around your clit. Not quite touching it. Not yet anyway. His breath wavered as he could feel how desperately wet you got for him. So quickly, it happened every time, much to your humiliation. Your hand haphazardly hit the table gently. As you failed to control yourself with his intense little traces. You could hear him snickering. Your chest and face got hot and flustered. Unable to focus on anything other than how good it felt to have him touch you. Your mouth became wet, though your throat was still incredibly dry as you rubbed into his touch. Rocking your hips a little. Practically humping at his hand. You can't help it. Derek knows exactly how to rile you, and it feels so fucking good.

“Stop…laughing…” You plead with him in a mousey whisper. But secretly you enjoyed his little moments of playful torture. It melted you knowing how much he enjoyed just touching you. How Derek craved to satisfy you whenever he could. Peeking at him through your half-lidded eyes. You see how his breaths drag out. The way his tongue flicks over his upper lip. Derek catches that longing stare of yours and nudges his finger over your clit. Finally. But your entire body jolted. A sharp exhale expelled from your lips as your eyes fluttered. The wine glass tumbled over on the white tablecloth. Red stains rolled over the material, splashing down over the edge of the table. Drenching your legs in the sweet scent, staining your skin.

Derek withdrew his hand quickly. Much to your dismay, as the wine continued to trickle over you, cooling your fiery hot skin.

He loudly tutted and mocked you to everyone as you sat burning with a dusting of pink on your cheeks. Not from the stupid fucking wine glass, obviously. But he was basking in that shame across your face. You watched him catch some of the wine in his fingers that had been caressing your wet cunt.

“Such a waste of wine babygirl…” He cooed. Using it as an excuse to lick your wet from his fingers. Watching him do it in front of everyone, his eyes locked on yours. Leaning back against the seat, elbow hanging over the back of the frame. You stood up fumbling to fix your dress back in place, wiping some of the wine from your lap. Searing under the eyes of strangers. As you caught him still sucking his fingers. Shaking with a little laughter. You tried to move away from the table. Glaring at him as he grabbed your wrist.

“Don’t lock the bathroom door.” Derek's grin grew raising an eyebrow at you. Was this his plan all along? What a dick you thought, but you nodded and snatched your wrist from his grip. Nipping back the smile on your lips.

“Don't keep me waiting too long.” You hummed.

His eyes burned into your back. You couldn’t help it, of course, you couldn’t. Turning your head to look at him. Derek was still leaning into the back of the chair, his chin on his forearm. Sticking his tongue out mouthing again 'leave the door unlocked'.

Pressing into the door to the bathroom, you heard it shut. You listened. Leaning on the wall by the door. A bunch of tissues in hand as you tried to pat some of the damp from your dress, but it was short-lived.

The door quickly swung open you barely had a chance to react as his lips crashed against yours bruisingly so.

“No fucking underwear? Are you fucking kidding me?…” He groaned. Pressing your back against the tiles as you squealed, tossing the soaked tissues to the side, tangling your arms around his neck. A little laughter rumbled from you. Washing over his lips. “You are such a little fucking slut…” He cooed at you. It was affectionate despite this hiss in his voice.

“I didn’t think you’d have your hand under my dress at the dinner table.” You couldn’t help but retort. He groaned as he loosened his belt. You tried to shift to your knees, but Derek shook his head.

“No time.” Gripping the back of your head his tongue slipped in your mouth. The kiss was violent. Desperate to taste you. The taste of wine on his breath. The sound of the belt crashing into the tiles as he pushed you backwards in the small bathroom. Quickly Derek turned you around. Hands slithering down your arms to guide your palms to the edges of the sink. You could only hear his zipper and breaths. Catching your own eyes in the mirror you stared at the smeared kisses on your lips. Watching him behind you. He caught your stare. Leaning over your shoulder to your ear.

“You gotta be quiet. I know that’s hard for you, isn't it?…” Derek teased nipping your earlobe between his teeth. “Look at yourself, not me…” He snapped.

Then he hoisted the hem of your dress upward till it bunched around your waist. Nudging your legs open further with his knee, he couldn't wait. Refused to. You exhaled softly as he sank his hips forward feeling how fucking drenched you were from his groping under the table. Exhaling softly as you bit back moans. Cursing into the air, eyes pressed shut. Derek's hand reached for your hair. Tangling it between his fingers he yanked your head back.

“What did I say? Eyes on the fucking mirror…” He groaned. Rearing back as he fucked forward into you. You clenched as you tried to slow him. His cock was enveloped in your wet heat. "God you... you're so fucking tight..." Grumbling as his hand moved down your hair tracing your spine, forcing your lower back into a slight arch. Derek's eyes darted over the mirror. Watching you. You looked at him briefly. Then back to yourself, obediently. Catching how your lips fell open further with every thrust he pressed into your cunt.

“Do you want everyone to hear me fucking ruin you?” He hissed. Feeling how you gripped and slicked his dick with your soaked hole. Smirking as he breathed down your neck. Hunching against your body. Gasps turned to moans rolling from your lips. His name was like a prayer as it fell from your mouth beggingly. Derek's hand slunk around you, groping your chest, then up your neck, squeezing softly. Dragging his fingers further upward as he pressed them between your lips. The taste of yourself and the wine still lingering on them. "Don't make me cover those pretty lips..." He rasped. Derek fucking loved your noises. It was usually his undoing. Defiantly you let a few more pleas and moans fall from you as he quickened, listening to them. Grunting out for you. The hand on your hip fell forward, giving a soft slap against your pussy. Lingering against it. You cried out not expecting it. But welcoming it. He swatted again before withdrawing his spit-covered fingers from your mouth, pressing his palm over your mouth.

"I warned you." He snapped forward into you. Hips like a piston as he fucked you more roughly. Holding your head in place. You always looked better ragged and bent, at least that is what Derek said. And finally, you could see it, and fuck, you adored it.

“Feels good, huh?" He gasped. As you were nodding with muffled whines."I’ll take that as a yes.” Derek snorted. Thrusting into you like he was uncontrollable. The cold porcelain of the sink presses into your hips. You closed your eyes. Trying to control your pathetic little moans of relief as he stretched you around him. Fucking you senseless. “Open your eyes. Look at yourself... such a beautiful fucking mess.” He scoffed through his panting. You treasured how broken he made you feel. How he tried to act in control. But he was just as desperate. Twitching inside of you. His hand shifted from your spread folds, back to your hip, bruising it under his grip. Derek slid his rough palm over your rear. Spanking sharply as you called out his name in a muffled act of devotion.

“You know they will hear you if you can't control yourself." Derek said with a tinge of excitement. "God look at my needy slut huh, my pathetic little fuckhole…” Moving in and out of you at a maddening pace. You could hardly keep up. His breath washed over the nape of your neck as he peeled his clammy palm from your lips. Stuffing the fingers back in your mouth. You sucked with such lust.

“That’s a good girl…” Derek hadn’t even asked you to. But you knew. You knew what he wanted. You watched yourself. How your lips dripped with drool around his fingers. Clawing at the sink helplessly as he fucked you like a doll. Eyes half-lidded and struggling as he slid his fingers deeper till you gagged. Your eyes watering slightly.

“Close?” He growled. You could only nod. “Say it.” Derek instructed.

“Yes… close… so close baby...” You spluttered on his fingers. You watched him momentarily catching how he pressed his eyes shut hearing you call him that. You became noisy without his hand over your mouth. The slapping of Derek's hips on your ass filled the air. The pair of you quickly became a mess for one another. As you felt him bottom out inside of you. He swapped hands. Dragging his fingers from your lips. Spit strands following. Cascading down your chin and chest. As his other hand returned to smother your noises. Holding your mouth shut as his spit-coated fingers found themselves nestling against your clit. Rubbing firmly over it in circular motions. With that touch, you nearly buckled beneath him. Like a thread ready to snap. The grip of your hands slipped against the sink as your eyes flickered to his in the mirror.

“Don’t… eyes on you…” He was pink-faced. Close. Derek always turned a warm rosey shade when he was fighting it. Resisting his own orgasm. Your pussy throbbed around him. Gazing at yourself, following his demand.

“That’s it…my….m-my slut…” He chimed. “Is my little slut going to cum…? Fuck, cum for me babygirl...” He grunted. It came out like a plea, not a demand. Derek could feel how hard you were tightening against his thrusts. You pressed your hands down hard into the rim of the sink. Cursing sharply as you came. He didn’t slow. Fucking you through the orgasm roughly. Your orgasm pulsating against his dick. You felt his arm reach around gripping your throat. Pressing your head back into his chest, you could see his devilish smile. Derek was licking your neck. Then behind your ear.

“Look how fucking pretty you look when you cum on my cock…” Derek hissed. Pumping faster. Shuddering. “Look at you. Don’t stop…fuck…ugh, yes. Fuck you are such a tight..." Trailing off as his head was thrown back. "Ah…ah I’m gonna…”

“Do it…don't pull out, Derek please...” You gasped.

His forehead pressed into your back hearing you say that.

“N-no! Look at me…please?…” You pleaded. As Derek flicked his eyes up. Peering from over your shoulder. Rasping. Giving into your begging. His brow furrowed as he fought to keep his eyes open. Biting against your shoulder he muffled his own loud and messy climax. Ropes of his cum poured into you. Then a whimper fell from his lips. Freezing a moment, before pulling back. His finish was buried so fucking deep. Only slightly dripping from you. The pair of you buckled over the sink, catching your breath.

"Fucking hell..." He hissed. Tucking himself back into his pants, attempting to not look like he just bent you over and fucked you full of cum. Running his palms over your dress to tug it down and back into place as you stayed pressed over the sink. Failing to compose yourself as he laughed at you softly.

"Hm?..." You purred, looking back at him, scoffing back at him from your lipstick-smeared lips, more than dazed.

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BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE FILTH teehee

Anyway, if no one has noticed I am feral about Derek Danforth

and no it is not your business

Anyway, enjoy to all the freakies out there 💚(✿◡‿◡)💚

also shout out to @joshfutturman with the new gifs, I butchered the colour editing and squashed the quality more than likely, sorry

[iammorethananame]

Me: *financially independent and uncomfortable accepting monetary help*

Also me: *fiercely anti-captalist and anti-rich people*

Still me: *staring wistfully at @theidiotwhowritesthings's sugar daddy!Joel Miller AU* I want one

[limitie]

I’m back!!! I Think- anyway BOOM. trans Luffy is so Real to me, deadass. it is real. Also Zolu!! Still at it with that!

Decided to post here first instead of instagram. Doubt anyone cares but my insta is limi_tie !! more active there than here ☺️. Anyway ya hell to those who remember me, I’ll be more active here again, I think.