#i think it has awaken something in me

[teruriii]

So the Furina demo,,,,

[captainfern]

fern !! i'm BEGGING you to write something based on this post https://www.tumblr.com/ghostlywhiskey/734923544920801280?source=share

(only if you're willing ofc) but god ur my fav writer and you always capture the essence of price so perfectly in your writing and yeah !!

again, only if u want to! <3

i knew what post it was before i even opened the link 😭

@ghostlywhiskey nic i love your brain sm <3

18+, fem!reader

you jumped slightly when the door to your and price’s shared bedroom slammed open, thudding loudly against the wall, the hinges rattling. you put your phone down and went to sit up as your husband approached— his face was shadowed, eyes dark, and your stomach clenched nervously at the way he stalked towards you.

“john—?”

“sweetheart, ‘m gonna need you to shut your mouth and bend over,” he uttered lowly before he had even reached you. when he did reach you, he placed a gentle hand onto the side of your face. “i’ll… i’ll explain later. just… trust me, okay?”

you nodded, clenching your thighs together at the heat of his gaze and the feather-light touch of his fingers. he looked as though he wanted to eat you alive. and maybe you wanted that.

without another word, the hand on your cheek slid around to the back of your neck, and Price grunted deeply as he spun you around and physically bent you over the edge of the bed. he held you down with his large hand wrapped around the nape of your neck, while his other hand was pulling your pyjama bottoms down to about mid-thigh.

you breathed hard against the plush duvet, gripping it tightly as you felt price shifting behind you. he pulled the front of his trousers down enough to pull his leaking cock out of his boxers— the tip was flushed an angry red, dribbling pre-cum, twitching in his fist as he guided it down the curve of your arse.

he grunted, still pushing you down against the mattress with his other hand. hips grinding against yours, he rubbed the fat head of his cock through your wet folds, collecting as much of your arousal as he could. you whined out at the sensation, wiggling your arse back against him.

“please, john—”

“uh uh, s’enough of that,” he growled, tapping the head of his cock against your clit. “s’captain or sir, or y’shut your fuckin’ mouth.”

you whimpered at his words, but the sting of it was gone and replaced by shock as price rocked roughly against you, thrusting his cock into your tight cunt, splitting you open in one deep thrust.

his pace and movement was brutal— the girth of his cock stretching you open, thrusts pulling your wet walls tight around him. you let out warbled cries into the duvet, still pinned there by his warm, heavy hand. price’s hips smacked against your backside, the sound ear-splitting in the silence of your bedroom, paired only with price’s grunts and growls, and your frantic moans and whimpers.

price was unlike himself tonight, and it was turning you on. his thrusting was brutal and unforgiving, the leaking head of his cock bullying up against the base of your cervix. he had one hand on your hip as he leaned over you and fucked you into the side of the bed, clothed chest pressed tight to the thin fabric of the back of your pyjama shirt. the other hand he had on the back of your neck was unrelenting in it’s hold.

you whined as the bed creaked beneath you, your cunt clenching tight around his cock with each heavy knock to your womb. you fisted the sheets, price’s body draped over yours, pace never faltering. you whined again, and he responded with a deep grunt.

“y’just need to shut up an’ take it, baby, come on—” price grunted as your pussy squeezed around him. “take it in this tight fuckin’ pussy. take it— fuck— just take it.”

he continued to pound into you, fast and rough. the soft skin on the back of your thighs rubbed raw from his trousers and zipper, your arse tender from the force of his thrusts. you couldn’t help but moan into the bed, your entire body hot and shaking beneath him.

your cunt fluttered around him with each drag of his cock against your gummy walls, slick dribbling out in wet squelches, running down the insides of your thighs. price couldn’t help but lean back a bit to take a quick look, before he was folding himself back over you again, fingers squeezing gently around your neck.

“christ, look at this tight fuckin’ cunt takin’ all’ve my cock—” he muttered more to himself than you as he fucked you. “s’my pussy… s’my fuckin’ pussy, isn’t it, sweetheart?” his words were a deep growl now.

you nodded deliriously, trembling against the bed, clit throbbing. “yes—!”

“yes what?” he grunted, snapping his hips harder and harder. you sobbed, pleasure heavy in your lower stomach, immobilised by his hold on your nape. his fingers tightened. “yes, what?”

“yes sir!” you cried. “f-fuck—! yes, captain, fuck, s’yours!”

“s’my what?”

“ah, oh my god—!” you moaned loudly, quivering beneath him, mouth parted and breaths coming in shallow pants. “it’s your pussy, sir— fuck! oh fuck, mm— s’your pussy, captain. all yours—”

“yeah, that’s— fuckin’— right—” price growled, satisfied, thrusting roughly to punctuate his words. your cunt was so wet, audible as his cock slid in and out of you. the grip he had on your hip and neck was warm and heavy, just like his cock as it stuffed you full. you could feel him in your stomach now. price groaned quietly.

you shook beneath him, your orgasm nearing. your t-shirt clung to your sticky body, sweat covering almost every part of you. price was much the same— exertion pulling droplets of sweat from his hairline, wetting his hair and letting loose strands drop over his forehead.

his mouth remained parted as he panted, grunting and groaning like some kind of wild animal as he fucked you, his cock unrelenting. it filled you up, again and again, every smooth ridge and vein sliding along your silken walls.

“captain, m’gonna come.” you told him, mewling high-pitched at him, growing whinier by the minute as your orgasm neared.

he didn’t say anything, just continued to fuck his cock into you at a fast, rough pace. you whined and whimpered until your release hit you, then you began to moan. your orgasm was harsh— coursing through your body, limbs trembling, cunt fluttering tight.

“m’gonna fill this cunt with my cum,” price suddenly whispered against you, cock slamming up into the base of your cervix. “an’ you’re gonna lay there and fuckin’ take it.”

the hand on your neck didn’t loosen, and his thrusting didn’t ease even as price came. he groaned lowly, emptying his load into the right heat of your pussy, muttering nonsense into your damp back. the rutting of his hips eventually slowed when the last of his cum dribbled into you, filling you just like he said.

[paradimeart]

and you too shall fall!

[abbey-abdominal]

DRAW EVIL RAGATHA BEING SUPER PROTECTIVE OF POMNI

you… do you know? that bad girls? go to hell?

[ourfag]

stede doing android ed the very intimate courtesy of gently cleaning some of the more fiddly bits of his guts by squirting puffs of air over his hardware to displace the dust. and then turning up the pressure on the nozzle to really get into the crevices while holding ed down (per request) to keep him from squirming (it tickles(?)) and all ed wants is for stede to put down the pump and do that thing he did one time before where he licked the supple pad of his human finger and stuck it in there and scrubbed

[kiwinatorwaffles]

i love playing rpgs but actually truly committing to the bit of the character i'm playing as especially if i've made them nothing like me and figuring out their personality along the way. like sure yeah man i guess you do that now.

dialogue option where the character can mention dating girls? yeah man i guess she's a lesbian now. dialogue option where the character can relate to an npc about an experience? sure let's write that into their backstory. character constantly getting her ass kicked in battle? works out. time to make her insecure about her skills. character accidentally initiates a homoerotic sequence with an npc? fuck it. that's his gay awakening!

[randomminty]

blease gib johto e4 hcs and dynamics chart its the only thing I have I love em sm I need sparks to put immmmm fanficc bc the situation is so dire. (nothing exists in this fandom for my interests, this is one of the only bigger things that get. some attention.)

Absolutely here you go please enjoy. This is insanely self indulgent

[makorragal-312]

At this point, the only way I see this storyline leading to Eddie's queer realization arc is if next episode, he kinda engages in some sort of emotional affair with Kim due to him projecting his unresolved feelings for Shannon on her. But as time goes on, things become clear the Kim is nothing like Shannon and everything turns on its head when Eddie accidentally refers to Kim as "Shannon" and things immediately shut down from there.

Then Kim goes on to ask him what's going on with him and that's when Eddie is forced to admit that she reminded him of his late wife and that seeing her brought back some emotions he hadn't been able to get rid of. That's when she has to tell him that projecting his unresolved love for his wife on someone else isn't happy and that he shouldn't be trying to recreate it on her or anyone else and that each love should be different and not recreated. She ultimately tells Eddie that he needs to work on himself and through his emotions for Shannon and asks him not to see her again.

Eddie ultimately thinks this over and eventually decides that Kim was right and that not only was he projecting Shannon onto her, but he had been more often than not projecting her and their relationship onto his last relationships and trying to recreate the family that they had for the short amount of time Shannon was around. That's when he decides to finally break things off with Marisol and focus on himself, which ultimately leads to his queer awakening either at the ends of the season or the start of Season 8 and the eventual feelings realization for Buck.

[moongothic]

May I ask for married lizards head cannons (Dragon x Crocodile)

Unfortunately, honestly, I don't really have Dragodile headcanons at all, mainly because we know so little about Dragon it's kind of hard for me to imagine what he'd be like in a relationship with anyone, let alone with the meanest reptile on the planet

Aside from Dragon being the worst lay Crocodile ever had but to be fair that is at least 38% a joke headcanon

[batfamfucker]

Appreciation post for 'girly girl' characters and/or shows that celebrate traditionally feminine things that girls and women are shamed for.

Characters on this list that love makeup, fashion, hair, etc. Characters that are still written as strong, intelligent, brave, etc. That told young girls that these interests are valid, they are not lesser interests. Being feminine and liking traditionally feminine things does not make them weak.

[stantongus]

Vash got that transmasc swag tbh

bonus aroace Knives because he doesn’t need or deserve bitches 🔥

[misc-obeyme]

ik this would never happen but. obey me maid event with the brothers, but lucifer has the shortest skirt (with mc who is enjoying it a little too much)

I wish it would happen, anon!!

Why do they deprive us of a maid event?? It would be EVERYTHING. And clearly we, the people, would love to see it!!

Oh man, Lucifer in a short lil maid dress, getting all flustered and irritated. He's blushing like crazy and glaring down anyone who has anything to say about it. Acts like he's not into it at all and like he hates every second.

That is, until he's alone with MC later. And MC is blatantly enjoying how he looks...

Oh. My mind. It has wandered entirely into nsfw territory lol. I feel like I could write a whole smut scene about this. Because flustered Lucifer is one of my favorite things.

That being said, I don't know WHAT it is about the maid dress scenario, but I just love it so much. Like I think I could write a whole maid dress smut series because I keep thinking about the way different characters would react. Just imagine Levi in a maid outfit with enthusiastic MC. He'd be such a mess lol.

I am grateful to any and all fan artists that have blessed us with Obey Me characters in maid dresses. You're all out here doing the important work and I salute you!

[cuteniaarts]

@katkastrofa, circa 40-ish hours ago: Hey, what if our newest bunch of OCs adopted a baby from one of the other brothel girls who knew she couldn’t afford to raise one? That would make for some fun shenanigans :D

Me, with a notoriously non existent sleep schedule, instinct of self preservation or concern for my poor wrist: Alright, bet. Watch how fast I can make you fall in love with this hypothetical baby >:)

Daneli as a gentle and loving caretaker-turned-adoptive-mother is something that can be So Personal, actually, and originally I was going to leave it at this quick sketch, but then I got carried away thinking about what this child will grow up to be like raised by this little gang of misfits, so…

Here she is!! A little older and so, so beautiful, I need more of her in my life immediately, she’s way too precious

And, because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t also add a sapphic element to this absolute cinnamon roll, a small crack ship that I’m only half serious about for when she’s a little older still:

All in all, we may be getting impossibly far from canon, but I for one already cannot get enough of sweet darling Kumisai <3

(I fully drew three pieces from scratch in 9 hours I cannot feel my brain or my hands anymore send help)

[deamare]

Two armored guards are your escorts into another man's throne room. Grand doors are pushed open and, atop the greatest of his war spoils, sits your father.

You do not remember the last time he called upon you-- it has always been your brother's name that he favored on his tongue, your brother that he preferred to look upon. As a child you would be sad when he would look at you with eyes empty where pride should have been.

Now, only so few years into adulthood, you are trained to swallow that sadness when his gaze lands on you and sours. When you recognize that he is searching for someone else, that you have been called only as a replacement.

"Father," you practice the same curtsey you might have given the Emperor, and you do not meet his gaze when you rise, "you called for me?

The rebel army is nearing.

You should not be surprised. He is angry, he is furious and it has made his voice sharp and cruel where it commands you. He wants your protection-- needs it-- and you feel your heartbeat heavy in your throat. He has not called upon his daughter.

He has called upon a soldier.

( Were you ever anything else to him? )

"Father..." He is looking at you. He is looking through you. You remind yourself not to be sad, not to be angry. You are better than girls who cry when they are struck, you do not hurt when the knife's edge twists. You are stronger. "What match are rebels to you? House Friege does not fear any petty army, this is not-"

But you see it in his face before he can open his mouth to say it. They took from him something, and you know what by the fact that it is you standing here and not him.

They've killed your brother.

Your brow pinches, the floor seems to blur and distort as those words wash over you. Ishtore, a stranger to you at the end of his life, never to be anything else. All of the things you never got to know of him, all of the years you lived so close to him and yet still so far.

And this is how you learn of his end.

You're all I have left.

You lift your chin, because you are used to having no time for grief. It will come for you later if death does not first, it will haunt you when sleep cannot, and follow you when it can. You look at him, the man you call Father, and remind yourself that there has never been a choice.

That you love him.

That you will die for him, and you always would have.

"I understand."

And he does not look proud or grateful, he does not look fond of his only true daughter. He looks expectant, as any commander would in the face of a soldier they intend to sacrifice. You remind yourself once more that Father is kind, that Father loves you. That Father is only grieving, that when this is all over you may mourn together and be a family again.

( Were you ever one before? )

"I will handle them, Father. I make only one request."

You wait for him to acknowledge you, to gesture for you to continue, but he does not. You swallow.

"I should wish to wield our Mjölnir, so that I may best protect you. With it, I will have no issue taking care of this threat."

The words sound confident, well rehearsed, but you do not believe in them. They are what you know you should ask, another step towards a cause you will die for only because you know no other. Father seems to see you then, finally, for the first time since you came before him.

Fine.

Just don't slip up.

And that is it. That is all he has to say to you. No wish for your safety, no thanks for your bravery. It would hurt more, perhaps, if you did not know better than to expect anything else.

You dip into another curtsey. This has been a dismissal, it will not be some noble change of hands that delivers you your blood's proudest possession. It will not be yours, just as the power you wield never has been.

You have always been someone else's to command.

"I will not."

But Father does not hear you. He does not care.

And it will be the last time you ever see him.

[nat-20s]

you actually can tell a fair amount about a person by their favorite disney princess especially if it's mulan. Like oh are you bisexual? And/or trans? did somebody hear the line "somehow I cannot hide who I am, though I've tried" and need to sit down for a bit?

[imovyn]

sometimesSoMETIMES i catch a a glimpse of a life i could lead that is so beautiful and vibrant and lovely it’s THERE just beyond my grasp AAAAAAAHHHHHHH