#i hope you'll like it <3

[lady-arryn]

ONLY MURDERS IN THE BUILDING (2021-)

(requested by @withered-rose-with-thorns)

[ivypond11]

"Mercedes has looked at this picture more times than she can count, holding onto it as the last piece of her family before they went missing."

Here is my @dndads-gift-exchange-spring2023 for @relgnira! SO sorry for the lateness, but I hope you like it! <3

[delzinrowe]

happy valentine's day ღ to my favourite nanami girlie @leviiackrman

[unclewaynemunson]

@yournowheregirl Alice, this one's for you! We miss you a lot but we still love you and you'll always be part of the angstflayer in our hearts <3

Robin was lying right next to Nancy in her bed, both of them in their pajamas, full sleepover style. She was struck by how nice it was to be able to share this together: Robin never really had friends close enough to do sleepovers with, and Nancy... Well, the pictures on the wall behind them, of long gone happy memories with a dead girl, told Robin enough.

Her mind wandered back to the months between the summer holidays and last spring break, when the two of them had been strangers even though they were one of the few people who shared the knowledge of this one huge thing. There had been some mildly awkward nods in the Hawkins High hallways, some stolen glances before one of them quickly looked away again, but nothing more than that basic recognition of each other's existence. Never in a million years would Robin have thought that she and Nancy “She's such a priss” Wheeler would become friends. And now, almost a year after they had met for the first time, the two of them had basically become inseparable.

She couldn't help but start laughing at the thought of what her younger self would have said upon hearing that she would become best friends with Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler and Eddie Munson, of all people.

“What are you thinking about?” Nancy asked, a vaguely amused smile playing around her lips and a playful nudge of her shoulder against Robin's.

“I can't believe we wasted so many months avoiding each other,” Robin told her. “After what happened last summer... We never even felt the urge to talk about it, to seek each other out. It would've been nice, actually, to talk about it all with someone who wasn't Steve or a child. But we just... Fought a bunch of monsters together and went on with our lives. Isn't that crazy?”

When she didn't get any answer, Robin let her gaze wander from the ceiling back to Nancy; strangely enough, she was blushing fervently.

“What?” Robin asked.

“This is gonna sound totally embarrassing,” Nancy said in a soft voice.

Robin turned around until she was lying on her side. She folded her hands underneath her cheek and looked at Nancy expectantly.

“Try me.”

“I was –” she took a breath, “Intimidated by you.”

Robin couldn't help it: she burst out into loud laughter and had to shut herself up by slamming a hand in front of her mouth.

“You, Nancy Wheeler, utterly badass sharpshooter who had zero hesitation to stand in front of a murder car driven by a literal demon, were intimidated by me?!”

Nancy rolled her eyes, but the blush still hadn't faded from her cheeks.

“I wasn't intimidated in that way,” she explained. “It was more about...” She sighed. “About your whole... Look. The eyeliner and the chains and um... The uniform.”

Another laugh, this one even more maniacal, escaped from Robin's mouth.

“You were intimidated by my Scoops Ahoy uniform?!”

Nancy laughed too, now, burying her face into her pillow, overcome by her own embarrassment in the cutest possible way.

“Okay, maybe intimidated wasn't quite the right word here. But it was – it was a look, okay?” It sounded almost defensive. “You looked very hot.”

And those last words were almost whispered, but holy shit, they were still loud enough for Robin to hear.

“Nance,” she said, even more hoarse than usual because her mouth had suddenly gone all dry. She shuffled upwards, leaning on one elbow on the mattress. “You were – are you saying you were attracted to me?”

Nancy lifted her head from the pillow but kept hiding her face behind her hands; she mumbled something unintelligible that seemed to feature words like “knee socks” and “stripes.” When she finally lowered her hands, she looked more bashful than Robin had ever seen her before.

Robin couldn't stop a beaming bright grin from taking over her whole face.

“Well, good thing that I was never more attracted to anyone than when you were standing with your gun in front of that car.”

Nancy's eyebrows shot upwards and a look of complete disbelief crossed her face.

“Jesus,” she breathed out. “I can't believe we wasted all those months. That's...”

“Ridiculously stupid,” Robin finished her sentence. Her heart was beating in her throat, but she didn't want to hold back anymore – not now that she knew what she knew.

“To think we could've done this...” She leaned forward and cautiously pressed her lips against Nancy's, “all along.”

Nancy's lips were exactly as soft as Robin had imagined them to be, carrying the taste of toothpaste and a hint of something sweet she couldn't quite place; maybe just Nancy herself.

Robin swallowed thickly, caught in Nancy's wide-eyed gaze for a few long seconds.

Then, Nancy leapt forward with a sudden enthusiasm, purposefully finding her way back to Robin's lips all while crawling into her lap. Her hands came up to cup Robin's face and one of Robin's hands wrapped itself around Nancy's waist, while the other found its way up to tangle into Nancy's curls. With the taste of Nancy on her tongue, the warmth of her body in her lap and a knee between her thighs, she forgot all about the months they had wasted: right now, this was the only moment that was real.

[daylightisviolent]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Newsies!: the Musical - Fierstein/Menken, Newsies - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Spot Conlon/Racetrack Higgins/David Jacobs Characters: Spot Conlon, Racetrack Higgins, David Jacobs, Medda Larkin, Jack Kelly (mentioned), Katherine Plumber (mentioned), Romeo (mentioned) Additional Tags: Polyamory, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Spot is a witch, Race has wings!! Very pretty ones, Davey's a stressed out human with deadlines, Which is a mood I finished this after 9 months solely because my exams are coming up, Trans Racetrack Higgins, Mutual Pining, Eventual Friends to Lovers, This is supposed to be a first installment of something that will hopefully become a series, Because this world has gotten very dear to my heart, Wrote this because I wanted to write magical boyfriends and because of self care purposes, Also right on time for Halloween I'm so proud of myself, Not Beta Read Summary:

There were pros and cons to having wings.

Most of them good as long as your crush didn't make you forget that you actually had them.

A magic!spravey au aka sometimes you just need to write magical (and confused non-magical) boyfriends without thinking too much about world building. Cheers <3

[mienar]

late rainy nights

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[kp-alice]

22/06/2023 Update: As some of you may have noticed, the posting of your requests is getting a bit slow - from one post a day to one every two days, and now it’s even slower.

Don’t worry! I’m still working on all of the prompts I’ve received and will be releasing them as soon as possible. I just don’t want to prioritize quantity over quality, so I’ve been taking a bit longer with each request.

I’m also going away for the weekend, so there most likely won’t be an update in the next two days. I’m still here, though, and will make sure to post everything in the near future :)

So, thank you for your patience, and see you soon! <3

[taohs]

Okumura Rin ♡ for @alphonseelriic

[loversmore]

LE SSERAFIM x pink for @lovemelikeyoumeanit 💗

[daxdraws]

im starting a webcomic!!! will probably update tuesdays and fridays!!!

[rjshope]

I love I love I love myself I love I love I love myself I know I know I know myself Ya playa haters you should love yourself Brr

Happy birthday @raplinenthusiasts 💖

[lady-arryn]

Elinor Dashwood + autumn colors 🍂

(requested by anonymous)

[osamusriceballs]

Kinktober Day 11 <3

Tsukishima x sensory deprivation

Warnings: NSFW, fem reader

Words: ~ 1,1 k

Kinktober Masterlist II -> Next day

"Come on, just let me take off the blindfold."

You sigh and wiggle your wrists in his grasp, only for him to snicker amusedly. "I feel like you don't fully understand the concept of sensory deprivation. The blindfold is essential for this." You can hear him click his tongue at the end of the words, feigning annoyance while he answers. "I know, but isn't it enough that you're chaining my hands to the bed?" As a cue, he wraps the silky tie around your wrists, tight, but far from painful, expertly tying the knot around your hands.

"I don't think so." He squeezes your cheeks, and you try to protest but the words come out as nonsense. "Just be patient for me. Can you do that?" You feel him shift his weight on the bed, his lips now at the shell of your ear when he whispers the words. A shiver runs down your spine and you quickly nod- maybe a bit too eager because he is quick to release a mocking snort.

You hold your breath when you feel his hands on your body, his thumbs rubbing the material of your blouse above your collarbones. Goosebumps form on your skin, his touch warm when his knuckles brush against the swell of your breast as he starts to unbutton the fabric. His hands roam around your stomach, to the cage of your ribs, just barely grazing along the fabric of your bra as soon as he has finished unbuttoning your blouse. Anticipation rushes through you, your body ever so sensitive to all of his touches while you tried to predict where he is going to touch you next. No words are exchanged when you feel him pulling back, leaving the bed for good.

"Kei?" you ask hesitantly, hearing him shuffle around and arranging some things. "Hmm? You good there?"

"Yes- but come back, Kei. Don't make me wait." You know that you sound desperate, but you can stop replaying different scenarios in your mind when you're tied to the bed like this. He clearly enjoys seeing you go crazy with anticipation. A few more moments of him arranging and rearranging stuff that feel like an eternity to you while you can't see, and you feel his weight dipping down the mattress again.

He's close.

You can't see him, but you can feel him. Feel his presence right next to you, his even and deep breaths, his smell- all of your other senses seem to tell you that he's close. Your body jolts when you suddenly feel his breath on your neck, softly breathing against your skin. "You look so pretty like this." A ragged breath escapes your lips at his words, the sudden softness in his tone adding to the intimacy of the moment.

A sudden cold sensation on your bare stomach makes you squirm. You hadn't noticed that his hands have been busied with something else, and when he presses it harder against you, you whine, feeling the cold wetness drip down to your navel. It lingers a few more moments on your skin, causing you to gasp at the freezing sensation, goosebumps forming on your skin already. You hear an almost metallic sound when the coolness disappears and he puts something away.

"Ok. Tell me what that was." His voice sounds teasing, a smirk adorning his lips for sure. "An ice cube," you reply, trying to sound neutral and put together. "Hmm, really good. I think you deserve a little reward for getting this one right." His lips travel down your collarbones, softly sucking and nibbling on your skin, causing your head to fall back and your toes to curl. His fingers hook into the cups of your bra and pull the fabric down, just enough to free your tits. His tongue softly glides over one of your hard buds, swirling and sucking just enough to make you clench your legs. He pulls back way too soon, your other nub aching for attention too. "Can you guess what's this too?" A soft and light sensation meets your neck, moving along your jaw and down your throat.

You wiggle even more in the ties when the tickling sensation doesn't stop, the soft caress going down to your collarbones, sending shivers down your spine when you can't anticipate where he'd touch you next. "And?" He sounds smug at this point, clearly satisfied when he sees how much you squirm.

"A feather." You sound breathless for sure, but it's simply the effect of the feather now tracing along your exposed breast and moving down your stomach. "You're so good at this, darling."

You ball your hands into fists when he brings his lips to your chest again, replacing the feather with his lips and giving your nipple a soft bite. "Kei-" the sensation so unexpected to you that you moan his name, the sound echoing through the room in a way that makes you burn in embarrassment. "Hmm, what is it?" he answers with his lips still attached to your skin, his voice barely a whisper in the room. "Feels good." Your head is thrown back into the pillows, your back arching your chest into his mouth.

"I'm sure it does." He pulls back, much to your disdain. "Are you ready for the next one?" Tsukishma moves further down, your body jolting when his hands open the button of your pants, slowly pulling them down your legs. You shiver when you're basically lying in front of him in your underwear, a hot wave of need rushing through your body when he hooks his fingers in the hem of your panties. Heat rises to your cheeks when he removes your panties as well, not saying anything, instead, you're only met with nerve-wrecking silence.

"Kei? What are you-" a surprised moan leaves your lips when you feel a soft sensation between your legs- his lips without a doubt, pressing kisses to your already wet folds. Your muscles tense and you involuntarily try to reach for his head, only to be restricted by the tie. His tongue licks along your folds, his nose brushing against your clit, and he has you moaning his name with these few touches already already. The wet noises of his kisses fill the room, your breaths uneven when he pushes his tongue unexpectedly in your entrance. "Oh god- Kei- so good-" you whine when he picks up his pace, licking inside of you with no mercy until he has your thighs clenching around his head. "Yeah? What feels good`? Tell me, darling. Can you guess?"

"Your tongue-" you whine when he rewards you with extra attention to your clit, sucking on the sensitive nub and toying with it with his tongue. Your body is burning from his touches already, eager for more, eager for him to fuck you like this-

"You're so good at this." He presses one last kiss to your pussy, and you feel his weight shifting on the mattress, knowing exactly what he will do next when you hear him fumble with his belt.

"I think you deserve another reward."

[relaxtimestwo]

⊹ . ݁˖ Stelle x Firefly (part 2) . ݁₊ ⊹

Firefly is introducing Penacony's various attractions to Stelle! ✩

I hope we get more dreampeek calls in future updates. Especially for past characters that don't have much lore like Qingque and Luka. It's nice getting little scraps of characterisation!

Also, I love how the consumables look in Penacony! They're so fun and colourful! I just had to draw the two of them interacting with the items.

[athousandbyeol]

topmew | hands.

[dedicated to @topmewera <3]

[mienar]

small town buzz

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