#is this- nay! it can’t be!

[character-selecton]

[@lupisrex ]

Lupus looks around confused. “Where am.. oh.” They see Select on the ground. L pulls out a chair from their pocket(??) and sits Select in it.

Who- who are you??

[angelcake10023]

Tang was wearing this outfit in my dream and I decided to draw it ❤️💭

[st4rfckerz]

mdni 18+

Two hours have passed since Clay first picked up that important call, his voice now sounding strained. In that time, you’ve become increasingly restless, your neediness growing as you long for your husband's touch and company. You had tried to distract yourself by tidying the kitchen and washing the dishes, but your eyes kept darting to the office door, waiting for his return.

You eventually creep quietly into the office, slowly closing the door behind you. Clay's gaze catches your frame as you enter, and he offers you a small, grateful smile before returning his attention to the phone. “I'll need you to authorize a change order. It'll cost extra, but it will fix the issue in the shortest amount of time.” He listens intently to the response on the other end, nodding his head in agreement. You sneakily approach Clay from behind, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and nuzzling your face into his neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne and skin.

“Need you Clay,” you whisper, brushing a kiss against his pulse. Clay gently shrugs you off, covering the phone with his other hand. “Not now,” he whispers, his voice filled with determination.

Feeling disappointed, you pout and make your way to Clay's large, leather office chair, settling into its embrace. From your new vantage point, you watch him intently, your fingers drumming nervously on the armrest as you notice the frustration etched on his features. He looks so handsome in his white button down shirt, with his sleeves rolled to his elbows and the first two buttons undone at the collar. You shifted in your seat, trying to hide your growing wetness, your nipples hardening against the thin fabric of your t-shirt.

Unable to bear the wait any longer, you slide your panties to the side, your fingers gliding through your now wet folds. Clay's voice on the phone grows louder, more insistent, but you don't let that deter you from relieving the bothersome ache between your thighs. A soft whimper escapes your lips, drawing Clay's attention to your actions. He glances over his shoulder, his eyes locking on yours for a brief instant before he returns to the phone call, his voice taking on a harsher tone.

Despite his own need for you, Clay stays focused on the call, his jaw tightening as he listens before speaking into the phone again, continuing his conversation. With a firm, decisive stride, Clay approaches you, the bulky phone still pressed against his ear. He swats your hand away from your leaking cunt with a flick of his wrist, replacing it with his own. He presses small kisses along your jaw before planting one onto your lips.

“Don't,” he murmurs against your ear, his voice a low growl that vibrates through your veins. “Not until I say so.” He resumes his expert manipulation of your wet folds, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing slow, lazy circles against it.

Clay's voice is louder on the phone, the tension in it evident. He continues to discuss his solution to the production issue while teasing the outside of your entrance, soon his fingers slide effortlessly into your cunt, eliciting a small moan from you.

“Mr. Farsworth, I'm authorizing the change order now,” he says, a hint of satisfaction in his tone. “I expect the new materials no later than the end of next week. And, as for the extra costs, I'll cover them for now.” he continues, his voice smooth and professional.

The dual sensations of his fingers and the sound of his voice on the phone drive you wild. You grip the arms of the chair, your body arching into his touch. As he speaks, Clay's thumb finds a rhythm on your clit, skillfully matching the pace of his fingers deep inside you.

“Clay, I-I can't hold it,” you warn breathlessly, your body shaking as you inch closer to your orgasm.

“Yes you can.” he whispers. His fingers keep up their pace inside you, his thumb never wavering on your clit.

“No I can’t…please.” you stutter, your body tensing as the bubbling heat boils in your stomach. Clay gives a slight nod, his gaze never leaving the phone. You huff out a shuddering breath as you cum, your inner walls clenching around his fingers.

Clay presses a sweet kiss to your forehead while helping you ride out your orgasm, his thumb circling your clit. He slowly removes his fingers, instantly stuffing them in your mouth.

“Mr. Farsworth, I appreciate your understanding. We'll work well together. Thank you, sir.”

click

[vrronica-sawyer]

Id love to see you draw Rem!!!

whoa I can’t believe I haven’t drawn her

[bisqhut]

So TPOT 13 huh

[joltning]

this is literally my favorite rvb mmd ever every time I hear this song this plays and it’s horrible

[alexiethymia]

I love “I heard your voice too”, but I also love the translation, “Thank you Meryl. It reached me. Your voice”.

It cements the parallel between them as foolhardy, reckless idiots who never give up, as well as makes a neat little call back to the first episode where Meryl ropes him in. Meryl’s voice reached him in time to save him, and Vash’s wire reached her in time to save her from Knives.

[freshbeeth]

ohhh i love editing :)

[fatedstrands]

Caged Like Animals ||@nothinglikegod||

The Eye of Michael.

A wretched and twisted group of humans deranged by their ideology and mangled conceptions of religion and science. Having seen divinity and thought they could claim it for their own. They'd taken the new pup, tested and experimented on him with a sick laughter before leaving him chained up in a cell to slowly heal. For his body to adjust and welcome in the new 'improvements'. Time was a fickle thing in this hell, though it had been nearly two months of solitude before they entered the hall. Instead of his door, they opened the gate next to him. There's a sound of something heavy crashing to the ground before the gate is slammed shut, a chain following before there's a sick laugh as the men walked away, leaving a suffocating silence in their wake. Soon, it was like they were never there. That is, until lungs suddenly filled with air, the body beyond shifting, a ragged voice torn from screaming crackled out a whimper as chains rattled. Movement. The being beyond the wall scrambled, shifting in the darkened room barely lit by the thin window above and the meek light in the hall. Once again, silence falls and once again, it's broken by signs of life. Sniffling and ragged breaths. The young male was quietly crying in the silence, fear, pain and terror winning in his lanky frame as he tucked as far from the bars as possible. He had no idea he wasn't alone. "I'm sorry Rem.... I couldn't protect Vash." the voice is mangled, clearly from screaming prior, but perhaps wrought with guilt and shame. Another brother failing to protect another.

[pinetreeshapedtriangle]

SHE CALLED HIM SEAWEED BRAIN!!!!!!! STAY CALM EVERYONE!! ITS HAPPENING!! ITS HAPPENING !!

[nerd-at-sea5]

also, it does match my overalls.

[caregivingchrysalises]

is my little dove feeling sleepy? no? well sweetheart your pretty little eyes keep fluttering shut darling, are you sure you’re not ready for bed? you don’t want to fall asleep without me~ oh sweetheart that’s so thoughtful, i’d be happy to fly us into dreamland together precious~ why don’t you go and grab any of your stuffies/ little things and i’ll be right there~

thank you for waiting for me my little moon, i brought you your sippy and a couple of stories if you’d like buba to read you any. would you like the night light on or off sweetheart? alright angel is there anything else that’d make my baby’s heart happier? then i do believe we’re all set. goodnight my love, sweet dreams starlight~ i can’t wait to greet another day by your side!

{tried something different, i’m still figuring out how to write things that are better spoken or haven’t fully blossomed beyond my thoughts~ but if you liked it please do let me know!}

sending sweet dreams and soft blankets your way, goodnight

~ a(very sleepy)tala

[st4rfckerz]

https://www.tumblr.com/st4rfckerz/753141126350962688/girl-as-someone-who-has-been-thru-stuff-as-rape?source=share

Didn't say it was rape I'm simply saying that writing about it is disgusting "don't read it then", how about you don't write it then? Why don't you get a real job instead of romancing it you freak.

You write about someone fucking you ASLEEP that is rape, getting turned on by the fact they are Asleep is also weird.

Using the it's fictional excuse is old now, youa re mad because it's true and all y'all need a reality check 😂 go get raped then. Go get someone to touch you up and see if you like it, you probably would because you guys are just that weird.

"it's the Lana del Rey effect" which is what? Romancing old men? Romancing in one of her songs that you WANT to be touched by one? Lana is also a Zionist just to let you know xx

How's mad about the truth

wow you’re so wrong and stupid on so many levels.

1) i have a job and i’ve kept it for a very long time.

2) it is CONSENSUALLLLLLLL most couples talk about that stuff thoroughly before it actually happening.

3) i don’t care for lana del rey that much and i never talk about her on here.

you’re coming at me for something that’s only only triggering YOU and i don’t care how you feel because it has nothing to do with me. stop sending me and other people these stupid ass messages especially if you’re gonna stay anon. i’m not gonna continue to argue with someone who afraid of showing who they are. get the fuck out of here.

[kidsomeday]

Look cancel me if you want but honestly I think the most realistic part of Trigun Stampede is Nai read The Bible and was like “you know maybe humans were a bad idea.”

[yugiohz]

bakugo is LITERALLY giving afo flashbacks of that time some bisexual cunt ruined his life we’re so back

[touchlikethesun]

maybe tmi but like i don’t actually find most of the hq boys attractive, like they’re pretty or cute or handsome or adorable or roguish, but i don’t find them genuinely attractive…

bokuto koutarou, on the other hand