#hey ya'll...

[pocoyo-yo]

- smut, black!coded reader, f/m, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex, crying (y/n tho lol), crude language, mating press (pos.), overstimulation -

FRESHLY MANICURED NAILS clawed at the wrinkled pink sheets of your bed. your tangled, newly installed weave was sprawled across your many plump pillows. you were practically folded in half— ankles dangled by your ears and your body felt sticky with sweat and cum.

"take it, baby— give me another one 'n cum on this dick.."

his words went through one ear and out the other while he pounded his cock in your tight pussy. your toes curled at the feeling of overstimulation flowing through your veins— watering eyes flickering to the back of your head. you moaned softly and tears fluttered down your hot cheeks. everytime his wet cock split apart your creamy folds; you squealed— biting don hard on your bottom lip. the wet ripples of your skin with every slap of his hips against yourself filled the room.

"s— stop," you sobbed and hiccuped on moans as his thumb raked circles over your swollen clit. ".. 'can't cum no more! stop p— please!"

"yes you can— now shut the fuck up 'n take it, pretty." he grunted— harsh breaths left his red lips.

you furrowed your brows and glanced down. your tits bounced on par with each of his thrusts and your tummy jiggled— his pace was unforgiving. the pads of his rough fingers rubbed the sensitive bud which made little whimpers flow from your sore throat.

"no! no! i— i'm.." you jerked your hips back— the feeling was overwheming.

he pressed his body closer to your own— your arousal coated his dick with ever every thrust. a creamy, white ring formed around the base— his cum from previous rounds smeared on your inner thighs and leaked from your hole.

"ya wanted this— walked around like a slut in public just beggin' to get fucked," he raised his slightly hand and slapped your clit. "now you got my dick but y're still complainin.."

you whined, "I— I'm not! baby please..!"

"baby please," he mocked— a wide grin spreading across his face. ".. now make me cum— it's all yours, mama."

CHARACTERS - TOJI, SUKUNA, todo, reiner, CONNIE, eren, MIGUEL O'HARA, draken, HANMA, TAIJU, sanemi, AOMINE

[and-corn]

part 6 of this comic

[zarifreya]

I just revived an old sketch btw so the style is a bit different whhahzhfh

[north-noire]

oh no, you killed her! what have you done? inspired by this (they're one of my favorite artists EVER i love their works so much)

[k-l-ng]

Non-existent SVSSS Fanfic's summary N°1

Title : "Finding home"

(Any possible future addition to this AU will be found under the "finding home" tag)

Relationship : Ming Fan & Shen Jiu,

Shen Jiu & Shang Qinghua,

Shang Qinghua & Ming Fan,

Shen Jiu & Yue Qingyuan

Reincarnation, Hurt/Comfort, HE

In the modern world, some teachers and students of the Cang Qiong Middle School wake up with vague memories of a past life practicing cultivation. They recognize each other and start living in harmony, painting a heartwarming reunion.

Those who remain miserable are the same.

Ming Fan is glad to have his Shizun back. He knows that, this time too, Shizun will save him from a lifetime of abuse at the hands of his own parents. Shizun is busy now, but he’ll come very soon; he just has to endure a little bit. 

Shizun loves Luo Binghe, so of course, he’ll help his future husband first. He understands that Ning Yingying is also in a precarious situation, so it's natural that Shizun wants to help his other favorite disciple. 

So he waits, and waits. And waits.

Most of the staff seem to like each other better overnight. Only teacher Feng is still cold towards everyone, but it just seems like his default state, and he doesn’t share a past with his colleague. Besides teacher Yue and very tentatively, teacher Shang, no one tries to strike a friendship with him. Yet Ming Fan can’t help feeling drawn to him, and ultimately manages to find a savior in the man.

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Feng Jiu, unlike his ex-fellow cultivators, has been reincarnated with another surname. He remembers his previous life as a Peak Lord ending abruptly because of a Qi deviation, remembers the impostor taking his body to make a fool of himself, remembers all the love he never got being poured on his replacement; remembers being forgotten, unmourned. Except, surprisingly, by the little rat-shidi, and, maybe unsurprisingly, by his head disciple.

A disciple who, while not knowing he’d died, mourned the side of "Shen Qingqiu" that had disappeared in the blink of an eye. A foolish disciple who'd seemed to partially understand his bitterness at the world -he probably did, considering-, and who, despite Shen Jiu's obvious distaste towards male disciples, still tried so desperately to gain his approval, his affection.

The foolish boy is now crouched on the sidewalk crying, pathetically trying to keep silent. Crying for a Shizun who's gone back home to his family with Luo Binghe for the holidays.

As his teacher, Feng Jiu thinks, he is much obligated to help anyway.

[ragnarockz]

Ok I’ve been thinking about your 50s!Agnes x reader one shot and it got me thinkin… schemer Agnes and her new found partner in crime rip through cities Bonnie and Clyde style. Just guns and passion.

Tip Jar 💰

THIS HAS BEEN PLAGUING ME SINCE YOU DROPPED IT INTO MY ASK AND I'M SO PLEASED. 🖤🤍

Inspo while writing: Me & My Girl - Theory of a Deadman (Me and my girl, we're the modern day Bonnie and Clyde/Oh it's just the two of us), Leg to Stand On - Theory of a Deadman, Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - The Platters, Pistol Packin' Mama - Bing Crosby, Twilight Time - The Platters (When purple-colored curtains/Mark the end of the day/I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time), Only You - The Platters, Love Potion No. 9 - The Clovers

DISCLAIMER: Gunplay

She stares you down from the barrel of her gun as she hovers above you, wild eyed and beautiful and you wonder just how the fuck you wound up on the floor in her house with a gun pointed down at your ruined face.

She looks perfect, is the first thing you notice about the scenario, maybe even too perfect in the moment. How the hell can she look like good while she's holding her own; standing over you in such a way you have nowhere to go. Your eyes dart down quickly to take her in and her stance; legs wide and that plaid dress hugging every one of her curves insatiably.

"Now, now, Hon...what do we have here? Someone perfect to play the part of my partner in crime, hmm?"

Her voice comes out loud and clear as she keeps her finger hovering over the trigger; her gaze never leaves your face. She's literally locked and loaded and ready to go; the look in her eye is glossy and crazed.

What had you been doing before you found yourself wound up on the floor anyway?

You try to push your memory backwards but a pang pushes against your skull and it feels like your brain is swelling into something dangerous when you try to remember. There's something blocking you; disallowing you to push that far back and so, you don't allow it to. You're scared of the consequences if you do push a little too far.

"Attagirl...you don't worry your pretty little head over trivial things like that...besides, I need you to get up and help me..."

And with that, you hear the safety click back and her finger slip away and the barrel of the gun dip as she stashes that handgun into the left pocket of her dress which she smooths down and gives you an award winning smile and suddenly, the danger she presents to you turns you on.

"Help you? With what, Agnes?"

You find your voice as you slowly lift yourself up onto your forearms; bending your knees. You feel your muscles shake in fear but Agnes quickly eases that out from your system as she pushes out her hand for you to grab as she helps you back up onto your feet.

You know she can smell the fear coming off of you; she's always been one with intuition you could never rightfully explain. She knows too much at all times; before you can even let the thought out of your mouth she's already spoken and answer it. You wonder if she has some sixth-sense or rather, clairvoyance. Agnes, the woman next door, is more than just your nosy neighbor.

Clearly.

"Why do you have a gun?"

Your question comes out as if you're asking her why it's raining outside or why she has azaleas in her yard and not lilacs. With a wave of her hand, she laughs you off before that same hand comes down to pat the bulge in her pocket. Your thoughts reel away to other things and another time and place where she had you on her couch and-

"Oh don't you worry, Sweetheart. I got you one, too."

You watch as she pats the right side of her dress and that's when you notice the second bulge tucked away underneath the fabric of her dress. She quickly turns on her heels without another word and you're forced to follow you because of course, something draws you in and you cannot pull away from her.

An invisible leash tethered from you to her and it sparks in your brain that it would be of purple light.

She leads you past a door that enters into her garage. Her car is parked inside, a dark colored Ford V8 and something then, nags at the part of your brain that you just can't seem to recall anything. She shoots you a smile over her shoulder as she leads you to the car and opens up the back door. She moves away just a little so you can peer into the backseat. You see a suitcase and shoot her a sideways glance.

"There's an outfit in there for you...put it on...leave your clothes here in the garage and then get into the passenger seat. I'll be right back, Honey."

She slips past you as she heads back for the door and leaves you in her garage. You continue to stare at the suitcase and wonder just what the hell she has in store for you.

-

You're sitting in the passenger seat of her car with your hands flat on the top of your thighs and you're sweating through your wool suit in nervousness. The outfit she had for you was a full men's suit, complete with a hat and tie. She somehow knew your size exactly; right down to your shoes. You gulp as you peer out the windshield and see Agnes' shadow enter through the door frame before she does. She looks exactly the same just as she did except, she's layered on bright red lipstick and added a pillbox hat with a veil that covers over her forehead and just slightly her left eye.

She smiles at you, all teeth, when she catches you staring at her through her windshield.

You can tell she's carrying both guns with the way her dress sags around her hips. She rounds the car, not in a hurry at all, and you can hear the eerie clicks of her black kitten heels strike the concrete below her. She opens and gets into the drivers seat and takes out her gun and then yours; handing yours over to you as she keeps hers in her lap. She digs into her pocket again and takes out two gold bands; one topped with a single diamond.

Your heart lurches in your chest.

She puts hers on on the correct finger before silently handing you your band. It's a man's wedding ring and once again, as you slip it on your ring finger, it fits you like a goddamn glove.

"I do..."

Agnes whispers under her breath before she pulls out her keys from her pocket and starts up her car. You lean back into your seat and close your eyes.

"I do..."

Slips out from under your own breath and you can sense her smiling from your response to her solemn vow.

You've tied the knot in whatever goddamn scheme she's roped you all up in once again.

-

"You see that man over there, Hon? I want you to shoot him for me."

She could have ended that sentence with a hand-drawn heart with the way she said it. All sweetness and sunshine; like the two of you were playing house. And she was, in a way, the two of you posing as a married couple. Posing as a husband and wife, no less. You shifted in your seat and felt the weight of your gun in your lap.

"You've fired a gun before, haven't you, Handsome?"

She turns to look at you now and that sweetness in her voice doesn't betray the sweet look on her face. Her lipstick looks perfect against her lips as does the veil that adds an allure of mystery to her. She's done up like a doll and it makes your mouth water and your clit throb. Husband and wife no doubt about it.

She leans in close to you, facing you, and you cannot make yourself look away from her. Your eyes travel down hers and land on her lips and yours, slightly open in anticipation. She laughs under her breath as she reaches over into your lap and grabs hold of your gun. She angles it in such a way that the barrel is pointed at your body; the muzzle pressing slightly into the crotch of your dress pants. You hold your breath and continue to stare at her lips and watch as they, slightly open up for you.

"Oh...you've definitely fired a gun before..."

You almost don't hear her as she presses the muzzle harder and you can feel it through your pants and gently rub against your clit. Your shoulders sag and your eyes slowly close and you pray to god in that moment, she doesn't have an itchy trigger finger.

"You shoot that man for me...make sure he's down and dead...can you do that for me? For your wife?"

Your eyes open and you go back to staring at her lips. You nod your head yes before you speak in the same hushed tone as she.

"Yes, Dear."

"Good boy. Got get him, Tiger."

She drops the gun in your lap and you feel the weight as it drops; the pang deep inside of you as your mind flutters back to that day on her couch with her on your lap and her cock buried deep inside of you. You stifle a moan as you pick up your gun with your left hand and slowly, carefully, open the passenger door with your right hand and let yourself out of her car.

The edges of Westview are dark but you see Agnes' target. He's standing near the edge of...something...with this hands in his pockets. He doesn't seem too dangerous but Agnes knows best and you know better than to deny and defy her.

Especially when she's literally give you a gun and sends you off to kill a man.

You stay low, crouched. The gun heavy in your hand as you sneak towards your target. Your clothing allows you to move easily; much more than any dress or skirt would have allowed you to. You can feel Agnes' gaze on you as she watches you slink closer, closing in on your prey. It almost feels like she's pushing your back to move you closer; honing in on your target.

You click back the safety and the man turns his head to your direction.

You stand up, widen your stance and bring your gun out and up.

The man barely moves as you see his hand reach down to his pocket and before you know it, you see the flash from the muzzle of your own gun as it lights up the night around you.

The man drops down silently and fades away into the grass but you can't see if he's down for the count.

You close the gap between you and the man with quick, long strides. Your gun still pointed to where the man would be now in the grass, ready for any sudden movements.

You get right beside the man now and when you look down past your gun and see him, something fires in the back of your brain. He doesn't look like you. He doesn't look like Agnes or Wanda or Herb. He doesn't fit in. His outfit is wrong. His hair is wrong. He feels out of place.

Your hand shakes slightly as you slowly bring your pointer finger back and tease the trigger. He doesn't move or speak but you know, in your heart of hearts, he's still alive.

A blaring blast fills the dark again and the flash erupts and the smell of gunsmoke fills your lungs and without another thought, you look back over your shoulder.

Agnes is watching you from the car with a grin on her face that makes you sick.

You click the safety and bring your gun down and away; shove it deep into your pants pocket and turn away from the dead man in the grass. You follow your path back to Agnes' car and watch as you get closer, how big her eyes have become. Saucer-like, excited. She's basically drooling; vibrating with excitement.

You get back to your side, the passenger seat, and close the door behind you. You take the gun out of your pocket and toss it down onto the floor.

She moves quickly; basically climbing of her seat to get into your lap once more. She's straddling you, hard, as she covers your face in hungry kisses. She bites down onto your bottom lip, licks her tongue over your skin before she slips it into your mouth. She moans into you and you feel the same pang throb through your lower body as you try to close your legs.

She laughs into your mouth as her hands come up to cradle your face as she kisses you deeper and grinds herself down into your lap. You can feel her gun in her pocket; basically rubbing against you as she moves her hips.

There's a dead man in that field and she's trying to devour you.

"...Agnes...Agnes...why did I kill that man for you?..."

You whisper into her mouth as she tries to kiss you still; the side of your lips being messily covered now with her red lipstick. She fucking giggles back into your mouth and it makes your stomach lurch.

"...Testing a theory, Love..."

"What?!"

"I wanna see where the border lies..."

"The...border...to what?"

She pulls her face away from yours to give you a hard look; her head tilting slightly to the right. Her eyes squint as if she's really looking at you now. You feel that sharp swell in your brain again.

"To Ralph, of course."

You almost don't hear her as she quickly tilts her head down to look into your laps. Her left hand drags down the side of your face; nails scratching your skin which makes you wince. All the way down your neck to your chest; ghosting of your breasts under your gentleman's clothes. You hold your breath and hear the rustling of her dress as she takes the gun out from her pocket.

"Agnes...what...does Ralph have to do with all of this?"

Agnes, not to your surprise, doesn't answer you with words. Oh no; she's got that gun between the two of you now as she presses it once more into the crotch of your pants. She never looks up at you but you can see the semi-amused look scattered on her perfectly done up face.

"You keep those sweet eyes behind me, Hon...tell Mama when you see him...if you do..."

She lets out a fevered breath as she starts to move her hand with the gun; rubbing that muzzle up and down. Your mind is screaming at you with how wrong this all is; all of it.

You killed someone.

You and Agnes.

Now she's got you in her car, not too far away from the crime with her gun between your legs and hers and-

Your eyes widen and your mouth parts slowly as you see him.

You see Him.

But, it's not a Him.

She.

She's wearing a black cocktail dress with a veil, much like Agnes'. All in black.

Just on the border Agnes was talking about.

Your brain can't really wrap around what's happening but you understand it in some weird way.

"...Agnes...He's...here..."

Her head snaps back up to look you in the face; study your eyes. She never once looks back over her shoulder but from the corner of your own eyes, you can see that wide smile spread across her face.

"Oh, good. Ralph won't think I upped and left her for you, Sweetheart."

You almost don't catch her slip as she tosses her head back. You watch her perfectly curled hair bounce slightly as she goes right back to grinding into your lap along with her gun.

That purple light tugging you tighter and tighter through her fingers.

[nighttimenothings]

yeah, i love all femmes, but tall femmes who're into shorter mascs?? ya'll have my whole heart, actually <3

[ravaging-angel]

What's up, gamers???

It's been a little while since I did a proper Etsy Shop update, so here we are! It's been a mix of my IRL life being busy (as always) and burnout, but we're here now. So, Let's get started:

New additions

Wave one of the Super Punch Out!! Charms are here! This is been highly requested for a while, so I hope that these were worth the wait. I'm hoping on creating the second wave sooner rather than later. The Characters available in this wave are:

Birdie (Little Mac)

Gabby Jay

Dragon Chan

Narcis Prince

Heike Kagero

Masked Muscle

Mad Clown

Pins of Edgar from the film Electric Dreams (1984)! I really wanted to do something of this goober for a while. I may have made a whoopsie and order them a half-inch larger than planned. So they're. Massive. Still, I think they're cute. There's 3 variants to choose from and a deal if you get all 3 together.

Restocks

TTCC Low Baller pins

Nights, Reala, and Jackle charms

P03 Acrylic Charms

David King Acrylic Charms

Original Punch Out Wii charms (NOTE: Aran Ryan is still out of stock for a lil while, hoping to get him restocked ASAP).

Last Runs/Retiring Certain Items

The restocked David King charms are on their last run, and so are all other DBD items. While I do look back at DBD fondly, I do plan on moving away from it. This is from a lack of passion for new DBD items, as well as most of the designs being somewhat old now, and not representative of my current style.

The Nightopian and Nights Chao charms were not restocked, and there are currently no plans to restock them at the moment.

At the moment, I have no known misprints or B-grades in my stock (Yippie!) so the listing has been retired for the moment.

If you'd like to see any of my retired items returned to the shop, or would like to request something, I'd love to hear your feedback! You guys are the people who make this worth doing, I appreciate you.

Final Notes

MY SHOP IS RUNNING A SALE FOR THE UPDATE <3

All listings, excluding the new additions, are 25% off!

Check it out here: https://www.etsy.com/shop/RavagingAngel

Sale lasts from now (Feb 17th) till March 17th.

Once again, thank you all for the support, I hope you enjoy the update.

This is Davy, signing off. Ya'll have a good night.

[deadmothsketches]

I always find it funny when I draw something and people are like Damn, I wasnt into this character before but after you drew them? Damn....

Feels like a small win. We did it, Karamatsu. We did it...

[askthreeyes]

Ey yo, i forgot to do that thing but if peeps want like, some valentines art [Platonic or not] send me a ref and i'll figure it out.

[morathor]

Pike and Scanlan getting married: I'm not into this but it's the end of the campaign. It's easy enough to let it go and move on. Pike indicating she and Scanlan are amicably divorced: The knowledge that it didn't work out adds a bittersweet angle to the marriage that actually makes me like it more now. Whatever the fuck Pike and Scanlan have going on now: This is a glorious disaster and I want like a million episodes of this.

[makoredeyes]

Seventh Seraph Officer's Revolver :: Damien-14

Damien's treasured hand cannon, dragged all the way from his days of the flesh working (voluntarily) as a security man at Braytech Exoscience. This thing's ruined a lot of people's lives, but it was hard earned, and a relic of some bad decisions he won't quite let go of.

The Bouquet is not a pleasant one:

Narcissus - Egotism

Marigolds - death, pain of loss & remembrance

Anemone - Abandonment & the forsaken

Scabiosa - "I have lost all"

[easterpookan]

What motivates not the Easter Bunny. Not Ostaros. Not The Guardian of Hope. Nor the Life Bond.

What motivates Aster E. Bunnymun?

What motivates Aster when the world is dim and Spring feels far away?

curiosity!

What motivated him when he first landed on the Earth, alone INCREDIBLY alone -- the light, the hope perhaps he was not alone ( soundly crushed ) & the work. A final duty, an eternal task he refused to fail; protect the Light. He terraformed the planet, he invented & laid the seeds of groundwork for possibility, he tried with humanity when they eventually popped up ( and found disappointment with the troublesome creatures ). All through out that what pushed him, motivated him??

HOPE. ( Even before he carried the mantle of Guardian of Hope it was a driving force that carried E. Aster Bunnymund through the multiple millenia )

And then there was more. There were meaningful connections with the others that he could never cast aside now, there were the new ideas he'd yet to try & better yet, wanted to try, there was the possibilities in the tomorrow he wished to see. The world would dim, & Bunnymund's heart would ache and the Spring would give way to other seasons - but he always carried hope for what the future would hold.

[sugarpasteltmnt]

🎉Cleared first round of the TMNT au competition oh my gosh???🎉

first of all omg??? thank you guys so much 😭😭😭 it still blows my mind i'm even in the comp omg ;w;

that being said, i wanna do something special as a big thank you!! but i don't know what! let me know your thoughts!

[jazeswhbvault]

Wouldn't ya'll fucking believe my other account got flagged? lmaooooo

So now I'm back on this one.....

I don't know if they're going to be fast with unmarking it tbh and if they decide to keep it censored I'm going to be really fucking annoyed because there's literally other blogs that talk about WHB and write content and stuff and they aren't censored or flagged.

The only reason I care so much is that it limits my reach and plus it's just so ugly that my pfp and stuff is gone and no one else can find me if they want to follow me and read my stuff.

interacting with the fandom was pretty much my thing and if I can't do that then I guess I'll just give up and stop posting on the other one and come back here and just be R E A L L Y careful about posting CGs from now on since I guess that's what gets it flagged.

[nottoonedin]

"AU where Ivan is alive" this "Fic where Ivan and Till are saved by the Rebels" that..

Where are all the fics where Sua is alive/saved by the rebels with Mizi? ¿Dónde? ¿Dónde están??