#it’s the tag y’all use so

[whump-queen]

good idea: whumper tying their whumpee up and forcing them to cuddle

whumper’s arms wrapped tight and possessive around whumpee’s injured form—too strong to be fought off, or perhaps whumpee is just too weak by this point.

a softly murmured "behave” into the crook of whumpee’s neck while spooning

whumper digging their nails into fresh cuts, getting a whine and hiss in response—but they stop struggling, and whumper leans in close to their ear with a growling murmer— “mmn. good boy.”

whumpee feeling slow kisses pressed into the side of their neck that make their skin crawl

maybe whumpee gets their hands bound in front of them this time, so they can fit in closer against whumper. and its more comfortable too. “shh, let yourself enjoy this.”

whumper cuddling with their hand around whumpee’s throat, not squeezing or anything, just… resting there.

knowing that if they tried to pull away, that hand would tighten instantly and squeeze until whumpee was dizzy and writhing back against them

and size difference… their throat, so small and soft and delicate under whumper’s rough fingertips

the way whumper’s hands would fit around their waist— the way they could press in under their ribs until whumpee is choking and their chest is spasming

whumpee shivering when they feel low whispers in their ear. just… so sticky and possessive

whumpee waking up with sore aching muscles from being kept in the same uncomfortable position all night. they sleepily try and flex their muscles and move around—then they’re hit fully awake with a jolt of cold panic when they realize where they are—and that they still can’t move at all.

waking up with whumper’s arms still tightly wrapped around them and trying desperately to squirm away, before they feel whumper’s hold tighten around them and hear a sleepy possessive growl in their ear, “mnn… no. you stay.”

just… any of the ‘tied up and kept like that’ tropes melt my fucjfen brain

(shoutout @unorganisedalienrubbish for helping inspire today’s episode of terrible sticky intimate whumper shit)

[gayforbagels]

Pouring one out for Afghanistan and Anguilla and Antigua and Aoteoroa and Barbuda and Australia and the Bahamas and Bahrain and Bangladesh and Barbados and Belize and Bermuda and Botswana and Brazil and Brunei and Canada and the Cayman Islands and Cornwall and Cyprus and Dominica and Egypt and the Islas Malvinas and Fiji and Gambia and Georgia (the country) and Ghana and Gibraltar and Grenada and Guyana and Hong Kong and India and Iraq and Ireland and Jamaica and Jordan and Kenya and Kiribati and Kuwait and Lesotho and Malawi and Malaysia and Maldives and Malta and Mauritius and Montserrat and Myanmar and Nauru and Nigeria and Pakistan and Palestine and the Pitcairn Islands and Qatar and St Lucia and Saint Kitts and Nevis and Saint Helena and Ascension and Tristan da Cunha and St Vincent and Grenadina and Scotland and Seychelles and Sierra Leone and Singapore and the Solomon islands and Somaliland and South Africa and Sri Lanka and Sudan and Swaziland and Tanzania and Tonga and Trinidad and Tobago and Turks and Caicos and Tuvalu and Uganda and United Arab Emirates and United States and Vanuatu and Wales and Yemen and Zambia and Zimbabwe tonight

[soullessjack]

not only should any autistic character who’s ever been infantilized by their fanbase kill and maim more people, but they should also fuck as nasty as possible too. as a treat

[tiredyke]

every time queer discourse surges on this site everyone is so quick to jump to “it was actually the evil lesbians who divided us” because y’all heard the term “political lesbian” and never bothered to figure out what that meant

[susielesbianism]

I love it when girls are in love!!!!

(Reblog, don’t repost)

[mxtxfanatic]

Fandom Gripe #23: I know that fandom is in some deep denial about its treatment of female characters that are canonically involved with fan favorite m/m ships, but do y’all realize that when you disappear female characters from the narrative wholesale to push the idea that your canonically straight fav was “secretly gay all along!” you’re making several bad implications? That 1) bi men don’t exist, 2) bi men do exist, but those who have genuinely loved a woman before cannot genuinely love a man after that (therefore bi men don’t exist in practice), 3) women cannot inspire genuine love and devotion in men, therefore any relationship with a woman is “lesser” than the one they later have a man (see previous parenthesis), or 4) to acknowledge the existence of a lovable woman who isn’t a terrible person, where if a relationship previously existed, it did not end because of “incompatibility,” is enough to destabilize the present relationship between two queer men?

Because why is the tgcf fandom allergic to acknowledging that He Xuan had a whole ass fiancée that he loved? Why does no one ever seem to remember that the kidnappings and murders of He Xuan’s sister and fiancée were the final straws that sent him on his rampage, and he still keeps a shrine to them in the present-day of the story? Why is her entire existence and significance to He Xuan as a man, character, and to his character arc disappeared in favor of pushing Shi Qingxuan—the brother of the man responsible for his fiancée’s death—into that same role, as if to say that her impact on He Xuan is significant... just not when it's from her? Why does He Xuan’s life in fandom essentially begin not just after her death but because of it?

[frostbitebakery]

The ball fell into Fox’s hand and he threw it up again, making it bounce off the ceiling and back into his palm. It was kind of mesmerizing but maybe that was the remnants of Cody’s latest injuries talking.

“That isn’t quite what I had in mind.”

Wolffe blew a raspberry. “I’m with Fox on this one.”

“No, no, let him speak,” Bly said, waving them both off, his huge, excited eyes hanging onto Cody’s every word. Bless him for being at least a little predictable.

“Based on prior experiences, it should work,” Cody stated.

“I have a bantha’s ass load of Void-7s-“

“From where.”

“Irrelevant for this mission,” Wolffe sniffed. “Point is, they’re beautiful and I already got myself a deck chair to comfortably look at the fallout of them. Don’t take that away from me.”

“Void-7s,” Cody echoed flatly.

“You got me a deck chair, too, I hope for your sake?”

Wolffe turned his head to Fox. “Naturally.”

“Sweet.”

“Ponds? What do you think?” Bly asked.

“Pondsie, help us out here.”

The curl of their eldest brother’s mouth was slow and mean. Cody could feel himself mirror it. “Wolffe, Fox,” Ponds said gravely, “I think this is exactly what you both need.”

[cynderrfall]

Linked Universe the anime

[rodolfoparras]

Color Show

Spider Noir x Male reader

Synopsis: In which Noir wants to learn about colors and you’re more than happy to help

Content tags: 18+, MINORS DNI, Dom! Male reader, sub!noir, anal play, anal beads, size kink, pain kink (kind of?), edging, mirror sex

A/N: so basically I learned that noir isn’t capable of feeling pain and the thought of him having a pain kink along with a size kink made my head start spinning. As always excuse my mistakes and I hope you enjoy the read!

“How about this, if you get all the colors right I’ll let you cum?”

Your words echo in Noir’s head as he stares at his reflection in the mirror. He looks absolutely wrecked, down on all four, hair mussed, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace and cock hard and leaking as you circle his puckered hole with your newest toy.

You’ve been teasing him for a while, gotten him so worked up only to pull away every time he’d been seconds away from reaching his climax.

He had begged and pleaded, asked you to let him finish but you’d denied his request every time.

At some point though, you had made an offer and pulled something out of your closet. Desperate and in need he was ready to agree to whatever you had wanted of him, and that very thing happened to be-

“Alright doll, how about you tell me the color of the first one?” You say, voice sounding sickly sweet as nudge the lubed up bead against his puckered rim.

The sound of your voice brings his attention back to the present moment, gaze shifting from his own reflection onto the sphere reflected in the mirror.

It’s colorful and rather large in size and his dick twitches at the thought of having it inside.

“Noir,” you say sharply “answer the question, darling”

He takes a moment to think before he recognizes the color in front of him.

“Green, sir” he says and just as the words leave his lips you slowly push the bead inside of him.

“Hah- god!” he mewls out, brows pinched and mouth agape, as his hole accommodates to the stretch.

“Good job doll, doing so well” Noir hears you say, but he barely registers your words as he focuses on the intrusion inside his hole.

There’s no stinging feeling that comes with the stretch since he’s long lost the ability to feel pain but the way his muscle contours uncomfortably around the sphere sends delightful sparks of pleasure through his entire body.

“You good doll?” You ask once the first bead is completely inside of him and the second one is nudging at his rim.

By this point, the pleasurable sensation from the stretch had long subsided, leaving him feeling wet, almost cold and hole gaping for more, more, more and he makes his wishes known, words slurred and hips rocking into your touch. “Mm- Please- need - need more”

You just chuckle at his enthusiasm but don’t hesitate to move onto the next question.

“Alright, alright, doll how about you tell me the color of this one” you ask him, tone ever so calm and patient as you wait for him to answer.

The next bead was slightly larger than the three fingers that you had prepared him with, and much more duller in color than the one nestled inside of him.

Noir takes a moment to respond, mind still a bit distracted from the intrusion in his hole but he mulls over the answer as his gaze inspects the color.

“Purple sir” he whispers under a shaky breath and just as the words leave his lips, you slide the second bead into him,

“Oh - oh- oh yes” he cries out as the plastic tugs and taunts at his rim, hole once again stretching to accommodate to the size of the sphere. The pleasurable sensation from earlier returning once again as the bead drags along his walls and burrows inside of him.

“Right again, doll” you say, sounding pleased with him and he can’t help but let the words go straight to his head, Like the cat that got the cream, he thinks to himself as he catches your proud expression in the mirror.

Although he feels slightly more full with two beads inside of him, he can’t help but crave more more more and he once again makes his wishes known, needy noises escaping his parted mouth as he rocks into your touch.

“This one might be a bit harder, let’s see how well you’ll do” You say, referring to the third bead nudging at his rim. It’s larger than the previous two and sporting a rather bright hue.

He tries to remember where he’d seen the color before but quickly loses his train of thoughts when your free hand glides between his thighs, gently fondling his balls.“Please - ah- I cant!”

“I asked you something Noir and I expect a reply,” you say sharply as you tug at his balls in warning.

“Fuuuck!” Noir wails out as he clutches harder onto the mattress. The sudden tug at his most sensitive part sends pleasurable waves rippling through his body, almost derailing him completely from what he’s supposed to be doing but when you tug at them again he forces himself to regain his focus.

This color he’d seen many times before. Its the very same color that can be found on his lips, cheeks and his hard and weeping cock.

“That’s blue- no wait red” and just as he says that you slide the third bead into him, hearing the obscene squelching sound his hole makes as it takes the sphere.

“Nffh-please!” he squeaks out, head tipping back as his fingers dig further into the mattress. With three beads inside of him he finally feels the fullness he’d be craving. He’s now hyper aware of the hand you have on his lower back, the way his cock is hard and leaking between his thighs and the way the beads are stretching him almost in the same way your cock does. “please need to -ah need to-“ he says voice frantic as his mind starts to panic.

“Shhh it’s okay doll you can touch yourself” you say already knowing what he needs

“Thank you, sir” he says under a shaky breath, hand brushing over the fringe of curls and eager fingers wrapping around the base, before he slowly starts stroking himself .

“Feels- ah- feels so so good sir- oh god” he slurs out as he goes from languid strokes to harshly tugging at his cock.

You continue this little game of yours and at some point he loses counts of how many colors he’d recited. All he know is that the beads kept sliding and sliding and sliding inside of him until he was basically skewed onto the thing and was sure he could feel the beads all the way to his stomach. On top of that his cock is aching and leaking all over his fist as he keeps vigorously stroking it.

“What color is this?” Noir hears you say but at this point he’s barely registering your words as heat starts coiling in his groin.

“Noir” He hears you call out again as his vision starts to blur, pulse roaring in his ears, and the pleasurable sensations starts making its way through his entire body.

Through his hazy like state he hears your voice again, calm and collected, ever so patient as you clue him in on the answer to your question.

“Color of sunflowers?” He echos back in question, as his hazy mind scrambles for an answer. But all he can think about is how the room is turning into a blurry picture of shapes and blobs and how the blood roaring in his ears sounds very much like colors.

He knows the answer, has seen the color enough to know, can taste the word at the tip of his tongue but he can also taste the sweet, sweet, taste of his release and he loses focus easily.

His toes curl, fingers threating to rip at the sheets as he says the first color that comes to him “blue”

It takes him a second to register your words, too lost in pleasure to notice that he got it-

“ wrong” you say, voice dripping with disappointment. “We’ll have to stop here”

That’s when he finally snaps out his daze, the blurry image coming together and forming a clear picture of your disappointed face.

“No no no no no!" He shouts out in protest, sounding wrecked and desperate, body withering under your touch as you wrap your hand around his wrist to halt any and all movements on his cock. “Why did you stop?”

“You got it wrong, Noir. We have to do it again” you repeat in a much slower tone, giving him time to digest your words.

He goes to say something again but the look on your face has him halting any attempts to protest. “Yes sir” he says under a shaky breath as he prepares for you to pull the beads out of him.

“I hope I made it clear that you are not allowed to cum” you say sounding firm in your tone.

He tries to form a response, anything that won’t come out in the form of a wretched sob, but he can’t seem to find the words, too busy mourning the loss of his release and only manages to nod.

Don’t move, stay, take what he gives, something says inside of him.

“Good boy, Noir” you say as you tug at the end of the handle, watching the way the first bead slides out of him, evoking a deep groan out of him.

The second bead slides out of him and his vision starts to blur again.

By the time the third bead is sliding out of him he feels his knees almost buckle.

The onslaught of sensation keeps coming in waves - a pop-pop-popping sensation against his rim as you pulled the beads out of him, and despite everything in him begging to give in to his release he manages to hold out all the way to the last bead.

“Good there, Noir. Now, let’s try this again, yeah?”

[victarin]

there’s so many of you here holy shit umm

Hiii thank you for 700 followers

(original reaction pic)

[blitheringbongus]

I NEED TOSEE THE CUBSCAR KISSES AWAGH

HERE YOU GO

I have lineart for this but the sketch makes my brain way more happy so!! Sketchy sketch!!

[astrum99]

Welcome to another episode of Procrastinating Painting

[fxreflyes]

thank you so much for the tags @lynxindisguise and @kaaaaaaarf!!! ❤️❤️ this spooky girl maker was so fun <333

no pressure tagging: @polaroidcats, @themuseoftheviolets, @dieonysian, @longscreamechoing, @cosmmicdancer @not-roman-and-not-a-god and anyone else who would like to do this 💕

[thou-babbling-brook]

Content Warning: Bloody imagery, implied gore (it’s just pomegranates), and symbolic cannibalism (bro is traumatized)

It’s literally just dramatic pomegranate poetry visualization, but look at your own risk 😎

“I had thought Adha would be the one to lead me to rest… Instead, I held her lifeless body in my arms — saw the terror in her fixed, unblinking eyes…”

*Foams at the mouth* Altaïr and pomegranate poetry and how everyone he loves in his life dies horrible deaths that he feels are all his fault and *shaking* being ready to leave everything behind for Adha only to seek the remnants of her love by destroying those that ruined her which only rids the world of the remnants of her left behind and all consuming love and *sobbing* I am totally normal about this (I am not)

Based heavily on this post

[fourtyforever]

when these two losers are what compel you to lose your f1 fic writing virginity

The longer George stood there, the harder it became to watch.

His place in the Mercedes garage, where he was ostensibly reviewing data from the practice session, unfortunately gave him the perfect view of everything that was going on. He watched as Lewis jumped up from his seat, a little bit quicker than calmly, and grabbed his scooter from where it was leaning against the tire rack, kicking off to roll slowly towards the pit wall. George didn’t even need to look any further to know who had just walked into view, but he craned his neck anyway to see, perhaps against his better judgement.

It had been going on like this for at least an hour. The first time it had seemed like an accident: Lewis’s arrival to the paddock just happening to coincide with Nico walking past the Mercedes garage, their paths running side by side just momentarily before Lewis peeled off. For a moment George had thought he was going to see an off-track collision, but instead the two hadn’t so much as looked at one another, and the only evidence that Lewis had even noticed was the way his voice came out a little tighter when he said hello to the team.

But the next time Nico walked by, Lewis had grabbed his scooter again, muttering something about needing to check in with Bono at the pit wall. That time had been clearly deliberate: Lewis driving his scooter right up alongside Nico so that there was less than a person’s width between them. But he still didn’t acknowledge Nico (this time he had his AirPods in, even) and Nico didn’t acknowledge him, not even breaking stride when Lewis darted across his path. Then, when Nico came walking back, that was the moment Lewis decided to scooter back to the garage, slowing down to brush up alongside him still without so much as a glance.

It had been a little funny at first, but now it was honestly starting to look sad. George had almost worked up the nerve to say something before Lewis had left again, catching up to Nico and coming so close that they were almost hip to hip. To his credit, he would’ve seemed like the picture of calm if George hadn’t seen him do this so many times just now, parking his scooter at the pit wall and peering over the engineers’ shoulders with all of his typical nonchalance. But George had seen him do it at least four times in the past hour.

“George,” said Toto, somehow sneaking up behind him and making him jump. “Can I bother you for a second?”

“Oh, yeah. Sure,” said George. He didn’t take his eyes off of Lewis quickly enough, and Toto followed his gaze just in time to see Lewis peek casually over his shoulder, see Nico looking back at him, and immediately snap his head back to the pit wall screens.

“I see,” said Toto. “This has been going on for a bit, yes?”

“Definitely a bit,” said George.

“To be honest, I suspected it would be like this when I heard Nico would be here,” said Toto. His expression was even more haunted than usual, and George could only imagine the flashbacks that were playing through his mind.

“Yeah. It’s a bit sad though, innit?” Even from across the pit lane George could see the way Lewis’s attention was not entirely on the engineers, still keeping an eye out behind him for his old teammate.

Toto laughed. “What’s sad,” he said, “is just how many times Nico has walked past our garage for no reason.”

[dyketectivecomics]

@newtonnote OKAY OKAY HEAR ME OUT-

100% reading into things, I absolutely believe that THIS moment from YJ #6:

Was when Cassie started Respecting her. And THIS MOMENT:

Was when she Fell 👏 and yea the rest of that page kinda makes me go back n forth (mentions of mutual jealousy make it kinda murky if there’s underlying Feelings™️ that may have come even before this moment) but being able to Point at such an iconic moment just!!!! I’m gonna live in my fantasy that it wasn’t just the start of their friendship okay LET ME HAVE IT

As for Cissie then potentially falling harder well… I don’t think we need to look further than the very next issue for some evidence there 👀

I REST MY CASE. NO FURTHER QUESTIONS UR HONOR