#jammy my beloved

[zeeposting]

tired eepy rambler wamring very long and not good spelling I'm tired how do I add this in why isn't it working :( YAY I DID IT :D I'm so tired.

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im tired

typing feels weird like my fingers feel heavier or something idk how to explain It

oh my golly gosh every time I blink like. not manually it feels sliike the lights fligkcerd like huh why do my eyes do that

im so tired yet hardly tired at the same time

my typing is so bad (sign of eepy) Im tearing up a bit I think (either sign of eepy or I got an eyelash in my eye) but also I don't really feel all that tired. but I am tireed

i wanna go home but I KNOW my parents are gonna be talking for SO LONG so I'll probably go home at 10 or something

i wish more of m friends were open to talk I want to annoy multiple of my friends like I wanna talk

im rambling but ioh well

irihhherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr pok uhhh what happening idk

maybe its home time? no I don't think so :(

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I just wanna hold my finger on one key I'm eepy

dude I forgot to write. LAC is postponed again, sorry gator you and the actual characters are going back to the "I always forget them" side of my brain oh my golly I coulda written more camp of keys!! except I have no idea where I'm going with that. uhh think think thinks what is this Pepsi ad??? anyways uhh.... what could hppen that would make sense.... maybe uhh... maybe wait is Ella going with them?? I don't think so. yeah no. okay so maybe storme says something and Clarissa basically goes back to depression mode?? but what would bring her back there. maybe Leah just starts getting all sad. and that makes clarissa sad. dude what if like I had an eepy story that I wrote more of every time I was eepy. like. no typing corrections, no thinking about it in the day, just every night when I think "oh I'm kinda eepy" I continue the story suighs I don't like having praces

bee Kay have it your way. you rule!

i want to write scroll and Quill lore but I don't at the same time. like I want to write it all out but also I have like no idea how that would work I have like half of it figured out what happened on that day I dunn!!! i love scroll and Quill sm like dude I justwant to hold them and talk to them and idk I just love those little gay freaks so much I love them and their lore and everyone involved in their story

when someone tells me they like one of my characters I have to draw thme nore tlike especially one o y friends like ryu ryu likes floe and that's why I'm gdaing globe so much more fonten because I want to make ryu happy like I just want to make my friends happy I don't really care about myself I just want them to be happy. i tell my friend that she can spam me jer worries int he private chat of this ma and her because I want her to feel btert, I don't really care I just want her to feel better.

m yypung is so bad because I'm so tired I guess but I don't really feel like fixing it. sorry I can translate in the morning but no ones gonna read this because who actuallycareas

i mean maybe ryu but like.why idk. maybe Milly. man idk

this is gonna turn into an acicnela vent or something but idrc I'm just tired ok??

tbh I don't feel like a good friend lately. idk o don't feel like elaborating but I do

in science we got to play jeopardy and the team names were so stupid

Jackie Likes Pencils, TikTok Rizz Party, Skibidy Stephen, The Billy Bus, Team Chicken Leg

(yes all of those are spelt properly I made sure of it. yes it was spelt skiidy ask inki.)

guess what team was me, inki, Ezra and ratthew comet? haha. team chicken leg. SOWA CREWMA!!!!!

man I'm tired. like eepy. super epy.

i love rue so much shes just a cute lotel pony and like she sjst so cute and I love her so much shes oh my gosh I miss Chico he's so cute and silly and goofy and funnyand I miss him.

i love my friends sm thank you

friend I wont name #1, bubblez, inki, Ezra, ryu, Milly, kit (asktrianglesblog rn), Abb, rabbit, friend I wont name #2, sapp, Ollie, zoe/fishy (I don't remember sorry) I love you all so so much

i want to cry a bit. so lets yap about something happier

should I make another character. yes

im thinking TANA melatonin for some reason. no not them stop it. dude I love TANA so much especially mug and battery and valentine they're so cool I cant wait for the actual thing to come out. or for it to come across my path idk if its actually gonna be a thing okay hmm what objects are around.

what abotu a gouwer. no that's basic plus I already have night. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee why si this kids bday party football themed dude you don't like football at least uve never said anything about it at least around me???

what aib0ut uhh.. random object generator help

yk I don't have a lot of characters with names that end in uy! so. hmm jammy. like a jar of ja,. what jams are there I don't think iev ever had jam

plum han!! jammy!! !rhehe silly. any pronouns. just a silly guy.

look at her shes so silly and so funny I love her already I don't want to give her lore she's just a silly farmer that makes jam and she gets soopu eepy like me when she doesn't have his jam beucae I said so. he's my eepy character. my ltiel eepy friend. I love him already just a silly farmer wait should he have a love interest? NO. aroace jammy. #aroacejammyforpresident2024

im rambling so much but I don't want to put on a keep on reading because do I care no. read to learn about jammy. lol what if someone read it as jimmy. Jimmy jammy. hheh,o orphan in black?? tv what are you talking about who is that.

oh no someone approaching AAA!! haha other side of the couch they are. why is my batter on re dnoo oh yeah hour 54 left

dude I knew I was gonna leave at 10 its 941 nd I'm still here.

jammy is so cute I love them so much. I should draw them more

hegegehe happy jammy

i don't like that noise :( loud

dude in so tired I'm fighting the urge to say dude in every sentance

what is arm lasseration? dhters a guy and he's a police guy or something familyy friend and he just got a call thing on the walkie talkie II and uhh he said "ooh lovely!{" "what" "arm lasseratioin" what does that mean.

ohh its like a cut. it breaks the skin. okayyy!!!

im gonna draw sad jammy because I feel like it :(

i love drawing on my d=touch screen computer its so fun

i fee like jammy should be my comfort character like I love them somuhc they're just my eepy gal

jammy no your half filled with juice jammy you need more jam your gonna die!!1 of EEPYJNES!!

aww look eeping jammy I love them so much I keep saying that but I love jammy they are a part of me I drew eepy jammy because I want to go jhome and sleep and think about scroll and Quill I don't think I'm gonna read tonight because I'm so tired and its interesting but dude I'm so tired I wanna go to sleep :(

i know I'm talking way too much but I don't care I'm eepy. there you get your keep on reading because I guess its too much

jammy I love you

i just wanna hug jammy and go to sleep in a /p kinda way I love them so much

dude jammy is just so cute I love them they look so huggable

OMG YAY HOME TIME!! YAYAYAYYAAYYA CHCRPUHOSUBWH:OU SCREMASS GINALLY HOME HOME HOME TIME YAYAYAYAYYA I'm so tired I want to sleep yeah that's all for this.

pleas draw jammy guys I love them.

dude I'm gonna look a this tomorrow and be so concerned

honk mimiii honk mimiii goodnight

[blorb-el]

superman 302, “seven-foot-two...and still growing!” 1976, script elliot s! maggin, pencils josé luis garcía-lópez, inks bob oksner

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[jazzzzzzhands]

Decided to put all my nightly Wallys together! I just really enjoyed drawing him in his jammies so much that i needed to separate them from the scenic bg

[floating-goblin-art]

just guys being bros am i right

[hallowforest]

[ posts this in three different places ] ANYWAYS. you ever love a plush so much you make it a little shirt?

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

I’m very tired so I will be going to bed now but I can’t wait to see the setlist, outfits, visuals everything from tonight!! To everyone there please stay safe, stay hydrated and have fun!!! I love you all and I will see you in the morning!!!

[darkclouud9]

fuck you canon in d is such a good song. probably my favourite classical piece. I'm a classical fan aha, except my music taste is all over the place.

if I had to describe my music taste it's literally just "prebby song? prebby song!! *saves it*" but also *looks away from country music*

[queenendless]

❤️‍🩹Pain in the Neck (Student!SatoSugu x Fem!Student!Reader ft Student!Shoko) ❤️‍🩹

A/N: Been having neck pains like a week now. 😫 So this.

I OWN NADA OF JJK, ALL CREDIT GOES TO GEGE.

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, or repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SHORT LAST-MINUTE MESS OF A PIECE!

You whimpered, trying to stay still, as Shoko worked her healing energy on your nape.

A drastic injury. Sustained not from a mission, but from a pulled muscle in your bad sleep posture. How unlucky, indeed.

Unable to answer your vibrating flip phone for a half hour, the voices of your beloved partners had you crying out for their help, unable to move from your curled up position amiss strewn sheets. Afraid to worsen the pain.

Ergo, Suguru calling Shoko over and Satoru immediately going to your side and whispering comforting words while kissing away your tear-stained face.

"How much longer, Shoko?"

"This takes time, you know. Her energy flow in this area is sprained."

"As much as I too want this to end, we must yield patience, Satoru."

"Our girl is in pain. Of course, I don't wanna wait!"

Suguru rubbing circles in your stiffened back, Satoru caressing and kissing your knuckles, and Shoko sitting on her knees by your head as her hands as gently as they could worked on your sprained neck, kneading and rubbing.

All of you still in your jammies, they did their best to comfort you in your time of need.

"It's gonna be fine, Y/n." Suguru leaned over, whispering in your ear.

"You're gonna be okay." Satoru rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Just try to relax. Focus on your doofus lovers." Shoko suggested while working out the kinks in your shoulder blades.

You couldn't talk from the pain. You could only heave in trepid ache as both your partners sat on the edge of the bed before you, each taking a hand of yours, squeezing you supportively.

"Our strong beautiful girl~ Taking it like a champ~" Satoru softly praised.

"You can do this, love. We got you." Suguru tenderly assured.

You squeezed their hands in response to your pain intolerance. Every flare up, every spike, even a twinge of discomfort. They squeezed back, responding to your emotions.

"Okay, here we go." Shoko's warning triggered out of you a chortled sob of pain turned to relief as something popped. Clicked. Freed.

Your bois pressed their faces against your cheek and forehead, kissing and shushing away all your misery.

'It's alright sweetie. You made it through." Satoru tenderly cheered.

"You're almost there." Suguru warmly motivates you.

The pain lessened. A wave of warm fuzzy relief ran through you. Your grateful sigh had them both smiling as the crestfallen gaze your eyes took was now gone, replaced with teary joy.

As warmth encompassed your treated areas, your tense rigid form now melted under their grasps.

"Okay. That should do it."

"T - Thanks Shoko." You tiredly replied, now too drained from your damages now remedied.

"Just don't try and do it again. If you do, I expect payment." Shoko was not kidding.

"I got it covered." Satoru immediately volunteered.

"I'll hold you to that."

Suguru hushed them both to point down at the now sleeping you finally at peace.

"Now that's a sight worth protecting." Gojo's words rang true for them all.

[notiddygxthgf]

munch!

★ pairings: wakasa imaushi x f!reader

★ synopsis: waka loves his fiancee. especially when her legs are around his head.

★ content warning: smut, pwp, porn without plot, cute porn though, simp wakasa, oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, pussydrunk!waka, unprotected sex.

★ a/n: all my juicy bitches wya 😩😩 thought id do some fan service. enjoy!! mwah mwah xo

★ w.c.; 3.8k

mdni! smut beneath the cut

"YOU'RE SO FULL OF SHIT," Keizo hummed. "There's no way you actually, genuinely think that's a good way to live."

Shinichiro shrugged. "I'm just not a fan."

"Fan of what? Eating pussy?" Wakasa chimed in. The three men were lounging in the living room of Shinichiro's apartment, sharing friendly banter. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I like receiving better," Shinichiro retorted.

Wakasa couldn't possibly disagree more. "Just say you're bad at it, Shin."

"Shin, you sound like..." Keizo began. "You sound like one of those guys who just want to be included in the conversation, but you actually have like... no experience whatsoever."

"Eating pussy is so much better than getting blown, man," Waka mused. "I mean really, you're missing out."

"Take it from him," Remarked the largest of the three, who sat back in his chair with his legs spread wide. "He's a devoted munch."

"For enjoying giving my girl pleasure? Alright, dude." Wakasa rolled his eyes. "The way the girls' legs grip your head, the way she squirms... you're telling me you don't eat that up?"

Wakasa had a sort of reputation around these parts, although it wasn't like he didn't have anything to do with it. He adored his queen. His beloved fiance. It was no secret to anyone from one end of Tokyo to the other that she was the apple of his eye, and that he lived to please her to the furthest extent possible. However, in more recent times, he had made a name for himself. The name in question?

"You know what that makes you?" Keizo remarked with a sharp exhale. "A munch."

The two men were seated in the lounge shortly after a meeting. Their coworker and boss, Shinichiro Sano, sat just off to the side of them, watching the exchange with a shit-eating grin.

"What does that even mean?" Wakasa furrowed his brows. Sinking further into the couch, he reached into his vibrating pocket.

Shinichiro decided that now would be the perfect time to chip in with his own two cents. "A munch is, like, the male equivalent of a dickrider, obsessed," he answered, although it wasn't like anyone asked. "Someone who's all up in one girl's pussy – metaphorically and sometimes physically. Like you."

After a brief pause, Wakasa's weary lilac eyes scanned the illuminated text on his screen. "Rather be all up in one girl's pussy than be getting none at all," He retorted, holding the phone up to his ears. The tone of his next few words was virtually unrecognizable from that of his previous statement as he answered the incoming call.

"Hi, pretty baby," He greeted. "How are you?"

From the other end of the receiver, he could almost see the way her face scrunched together when she yawned. She paused, and then in that sultry, soft-spoken voice that drove him wild, she said, "Hi, Daddy."

Shinichiro's eyes widened as he leaned forward in his seat. Although Keizo's surprise wasn't as outward, even he couldn't hide the quiet chuckle that escaped when he dampened his lips with his tongue. Wakasa clutched the phone closer to his ear, turning away from the two men.

"I'm with the guys, baby, behave," he warned her, although his tone remained as soft as ever. "Is something the matter?"

He heard his precious girl sigh on the other side of the phone, followed by a quiet rustling sound. He wondered where she was right now. It sounded like she was in bed. If that was the case, he could already picture her in all of her sculpturesque beauty – tangled in the sheets of their queen-sized bed, heart-shaped lips parted ever so slightly, face dusted with a hue of pink that matched her pretty pink satin jammies. He wondered if, then, she would be wearing his hoodie. Fuck, just the thought of that had him squirming.

"Nothin's the matter, um..." His muse trailed off. He knew she was fiddling with her earlobe, just as she always did when she was deep in thought. "Jus... I jus' miss you."

If it were even possible, Wakasa felt his exterior soften even more. "I miss you too, princess."

"When are you coming home?"

If she asked him like that again – in that quiet, beautiful voice of hers – he would be coming home within the next few minutes, no questions asked. He didn't tell her that, of course. The two of you had spent the entire night indulged entirely in one another. His neck bore the battle scars of such an altercation; two small red hickeys which had been tactically placed by a devious little gremlin without his knowledge.

"Not sure, why?" He asked, fighting off his internal monologue which had memories of last night on replay in the back of his mind. "You need somethin'?"

"No," Was all she said. There was a brief silence, during which Keizo and Shinichiro resumed the conversation they had been having.

He heard her rustling around in the background again – his phone vibrated once, signifying a new message, but he didn't go to answer it – and then she said, "Look at what I sent you."

Wakasa obliged, like the munch he was, and opened the message. It was from her, of course. He'd expected that. What he hadn't expected though, was the image that awaited him when he entered the private message with her.

Immediately, he shielded the phone from his friends (who were, in hindsight, far too deeply immersed in their own private conversation about the politics of gender roles and derogatory nicknames to care ). Feeling heat crawl up the back of his neck and the corners of his lips twist into a grin, he fought to regain his composure.

"You took that just now?" He asked, a little more quietly than before. "Have you been waiting for me to come back all morning?"

"Mhm," The girl mumbled proudly. "And when you do come back, that'll be waiting for you."

That was all he needed to hear. Wakasa stood up from the couch and dusted off his shorts. "Be there in 15."

"Kay," you giggled, and that was the last thing he heard before you hung up on him.

Wakasa sighed, pocketing his phone, and then turning back to his two friends. "I gotta bounce," He called, interrupting their conversation to announce his departure. "I'll catch you guys later."

Keizo crossed one leg loosely over the other, throwing his arms along the backside of the couch. "The missus calls?"

The shorter man – who was already reaching for the doorknob – flashed a small grin. "What can I say? I'm like superman."

Shinichiro, who was now against one arm of his loveseat while his legs were thrown over the other, commented on Wakasa's choice of words. "More like Supermunch."

Wakasa ignored his comment, pulling open the door. "Suck me." .

"Oh fuck."

Wakasa groaned in response, although the noise was muffled by her thighs. Buried nose-deep in the world's wettest pussy, his grip was like a vice, strong hands digging into the girl's hips in such a manner that he knew his fingers would leave pretty purple bruises.

His thick, beautiful goddess. He loved everything about her. More than that, he loved eating her out. When he'd run his tongue over the most sensitive part of her, her whole body would twitch. Her hips, painted with stretch marks, were his handles. He adored the way her soft, supple body careened into his touch.

She tasted like heaven, and god, she was gushing for him.

He sucked gently on her clit, which was flushed red with arousal, watching in awe as the woman arched up off of the bed. He could see this show a thousand million times and he would still be just as enthralled as he had been the day he had taken her like this for the very first time. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to her pretty pink pussy, his tongue found its way down toward her dripping hole.

Leaving not a moment to waste, she gripped his disheveled ponytail by the root, pushing his head in deep enough for the tongue to slide right in – like it was meant to be there.

"Please," His fiancee pleaded, although he wasn't entirely sure what she wanted. She knew full and well that he wasn't planning on slowing down anytime soon. "Mnnnh-"

And, just to tease her, he withdrew, replacing his tongue with two damp fingers. "Feel good, sweetheart?" He murmured softly, just up against her red-flushed skin.

While he wasn't answered with words, the response he got was nonetheless gratifying. With a gasp and a desperate rut of her hips against his mouth, against the low vibration of his voice, she sent a message as clear as day.

He made no effort to stop her. Instead, adjusting his hands to grip the meat of her ass, he allowed the beautiful, frenzied girl to shamelessly ride his face. Her hips jumped up and down, rubbing her pretty little clit on his lips and his nose, smearing her juices all over his face. She shuddered, opening her legs even further, and arched into the warm, mushy mess he had created with his mouth.

She looked so fucked out like this, so ruined. Her head was thrown back, hair strewn haphazardly over the satin pillow, pink lips parted gently to make way for her trembling breaths. The little red babydoll she was wearing – what started all of this – complimented the undertones of her skin in such a way that it made his head spin. One of the straps hung loosely off of her shoulder, just barely exposing her breast. She was too much; he wanted to touch everything. To say he was enjoying the view would be an understatement. God, he could paint it if he could – on some Van Gogh shit, but if he were a porn addict.

Her smooth legs clamped shut over his ears. He huffed a satisfied little laugh before prying them apart and continuing to make a ruin out of the poor girl in the open.

Unfortunately, as he was only one man, he had to pull away for some air. He plunged two digits back into her, curling them up against that spot that would make her purr. He knew her body like the back of his hand, having memorized every curve, every crevice. Moving forward to continue lapping at her clit, he tried sucking in more air without having to stop. He never wanted to. He could hardly breathe but, fuck, he wouldn't mind going out like this: squished between his fiancee's thighs, feeling her warm essence drip down his chin while she cried out for him.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she took his fingers so well, sucking them in and then clenching around them like she never wanted to let go. The way she gasped out his name over and over like a broken mantra. He could feel the heat of his own arousal straining against the seam of his boxers, but he didn't care. Being able to see her like this was more than enough.

With a gasp, he pulled back. "Fuck," he breathed. "You're purring like a kitten for me."

She carded a trembling hand through his hair, taking some of it into her small fist and tugging on it. He arched into the sensation. He loved the pain.

"Please," She begged again.

Though his fingers never stopped, he paused his desperate licking to draw the moment out even longer. An hour wasn't enough. He wanted to be inside of her all day, in perfect tune with the rhythm of her body, every arch, every stutter of her hips spurring him on. He rubbed the point of his index finger over her sweet spot, pulling her apart from the inside. "Use your words, princess."

Judging by the way her walls were beginning to spasm around his fingers, fun time was about to be cut short. He wanted more. No, fuck, he needed more. But honestly, he wasn't so sure that she could take anymore. Her eyes rolled back, slurred words and broken moans pouring out of her mouth a mile a minute while she struggled to hold on.

Deciding she had taken too long to answer, he dove back into her, parting her lips with his nose and then forming a light suction seal over her clit. He had to readjust himself to fit his fingers and his mouth in such a small space.

She felt so good inside, so warm. He could die in this pussy.

His fiancee gasped, "Waka, stop, 'm gonna cum."

His lips departed from the woman's dripping wet cunt, but only to roughly slide her ass closer to his face. Then, completely disregarding her previous please, he devoured her. His hair was beyond disheveled, tangled in her fist, while the rest hung in damp strands around his face.

He peered up at her hungrily, pulling back and greedily licking her off of his fingers. "Say my name like that again," he'd practically moaned, running his hands up and down your trembling thighs. The poor girl was shaking like a leaf in the breeze and he was reveling in it. "Say my name while you ride my tongue, baby."

"Mmmfuck– wait," She gasped. Her body, however, sent a different signal. She yanked his hair – hard, too – and trapped his head between her thighs. Those pretty little noises she was making increased in pitch and became more frequent within. She was near the breaking point, broken pleas of his name tumbling from her devilish lips. "Wait, wait... Waka, baby."

He wasn't planning on obeying her, moaning against her now abused clit while his lips and tongue alternated applying pressure on it. The pleasure coursing through his veins was enough to drive him wild – fuck, if she kept swallowing him up like that he was gonna cream his pants. She was getting loud and, to be frank, that was turning him on like crazy. He wanted to reach down and palm the ache between his legs, rut his hips down against the bed – anything to release some of the tension that was building between his legs – but he was far too enamored by the sight of her to take any attention away.

Head thrown back, hand gripping his blonde (and purple) tresses like a vice, back arched up off of the bed while that red babydoll dress slipped further off of her shoulders... she was a sight to behold. He never wanted to stop, never wanted her to stop moaning his name. He didn't care if the neighbors heard – hell, the whole building.

His tongue swapped places with his fingers.

The way she was mewling for him like a cat in heat made his heart run wild with desire. She was beautiful, so fucking pretty. She always was. But nothing compared to the way she looked like this, spread open for him like a mouth-watering buffet. He whined, feeling her tug harder at his hair. Her guts were clenching around his tongue like she wanted more. He knew it would only be a matter of time before he got what he wanted from her, so he removed his mouth from the girl's dripping cunt, allowing his fingers to work her open – an obscene mix of her juices and his spit glistening as it ran down his chin. Somehow, he found the strength to utter the words, "I need you to cum for me."

He had power over her at that moment, he knew he did. He had her rocking her hips back on his fingers like a desperate whore, chasing that sweet release she so desperately craved. When she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep quiet – because she had gotten a bit louder, to say the least – he quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning them down into the mattress. "Let me hear you, baby," He panted. "Let the whole building know who's making you feel good."

And he continued the downright slaughter of your pussy with his mouth this time.

"Daddy," the girl mewled, curling into herself. He'd been edging the poor thing around for far too long. He knew that. He just didn't care enough to stop.

It slipped out. It must have... Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of her core, her lips spilled praise of his name. "Daddy!"

His smirk grew in size. He licked some of her off of his lips, and then hummed, twisting his fingers around. "That's it, princess. Such a good girl for me."

And then he could see something in the girl snap. The coil of her release snapped with all the power of an oncoming freight train, slamming into her in such a way that had her back arching up off of the bed. Her hips jolted up against his fingers and his tongue, lips chanting his name like a mantra while savoring the slow strokes of his long fingers against her gummy walls. He could feel the shock tear through her in waves, ripping trembling gasps from her lungs while she clenched around him.

"Baby," she mewled. "Oh, fuck, baby."

He slid his fingers out of the girl slowly, savoring the way her pretty pussy clenched over his fingers one last time before pulling out. Taking the soaked digits up to his lips, he sucked them clean. God, he would never forget how she looked right now, even if he'd seen it a thousand times before.

"Fuck, I wanna feel you," He shuddered, pushing himself onto his knees and then reaching for his tee shirt. Seeing her cum on his tongue like that was enough to drive him mad, dick straining hard against his pants. His lips found their way to hers in a messy clash of tongue and teeth, slick spreading from his face to hers while juices dripped down his neck. He pulled back, "Wanna feel you so fucking bad it hurts."

His beautiful fiancee sat up with uncalled quickness, small hands grabbing at his wrinkled shirt. That was all he needed to push the girl onto her back, promptly tugging the damp fabric over his head and tossing it somewhere to the side. When he turned back around, he caught the way her eyes studied the linework of his tattoos with newfound hunger.

She reached a pretty manicured hand out to rest on his abs, fingers splayed open, roaming the expanse of his ink. She traced the lines down to his abdomen, down to the junction between his hip and his pants – where his v-line was peeking out. He felt himself twitch beneath her touch.

"Don't be a tease," He breathed, although that breathless smile never wavered. He had to make a conscious effort to regulate his breathing. If he didn't restrain himself, god, he didn't even know what he would do to her. He had spent the whole ride over here fantasizing about her, about his pretty girl. He could do so many things, but there was so little time to do them. At least, that's what he'd been thinking before he felt her hand cup his erection through his sweats.

He let out a pent-up gasp that turned into a breathy chuckle. "Ah, fuck."

And then he pulled the girl into another bruising kiss, gripping her ass in his hands and pulling at the flesh like he was tearing into Thanksgiving dinner. Her hand pressed further into his crotch.

She parted from his lips to mumble, "Want you..."

"Yeah?" He breathed. It was getting hard to keep his composure when her hand was palming at him through his pants. His hands slid over her waist and gently cupped her face. "Where do you want me, princess?"

She laid back against the bed, arching her back down. Her legs remained folded against his waist. He quietly observed her, mesmerized by the woman and the way she welcomed him with open legs. Sighing blissfully, he lowered his hand to the warmth between her legs, which had begun to drip

Wordlessly, she brought her legs up onto the table. The man quietly observed her as she did so. He was mesmerized by the girl and the way she welcomed him with open legs. He hummed, lowering his hand to the warmth between her legs. "Right here, baby?" He asked.

Instead of answering, she reached for the waistband of his pants.

He left no time to waste, sliding them down over his hips with a hand at her back and letting her tug his boxers down below his thighs.

Immediately, she pushed her hips back against his, rubbing the head of his cock between her drenched folds. Something in him snapped, or rather, something was about to snap.

"Put it in, Daddy," she whined, and, fuck, when she was getting his cock wet like that he had no right to refuse her. The way she was so desperate even though she just came... he was going to get her pregnant one of these days.

He sighed, adjusting her legs around his waist, running his hands down her stomach – which rose and fell with every ragged breath – to rest on her hips. He let one hand move down towards his dick, wrapping around the leaking tip and then lining it up with her entrance. She was dripping all over him.

Before he could put it in himself, the girl slammed her hips back, sheathing the entirety of his cock in her heat.

"F-Fuck," He gasped, although it came out more like a whine. He let her set the pace at first, sliding back and forth in a way that had his head spinning. Her walls were so wet, so warm, so gummy. Fuck, it felt like he was melting.

Fucking into his dripping-wet fiancee, he couldn't fight the strangled moans that were ripped from the depths of his soul. "Fuck," He whimpered. He slowed down to savor the way her pussy sucked him in, and then pushed him out, and then sucked him in again. It made him dizzy. "Fuck, fuck."

"Mmm," the little devil chuckled. "Feel good?"

"So warm," he panted in response, sounding like a bitch in heat. "Oh fuck, I–" He angled his hips upward, bringing his hand over her cunt to roll his thumb over her clit, relishing in the way she cried for him. "I'm not gonna last long."

He'd never put it in so soon after eating it before. Fuck, the sensation was indescribable. He wanted to die like this – buried eight inches deep in her warm, wet cunt.

"Kay," she giggled. Then she moaned, "I want you to cum inside, okay?"

He knew that if even thought about getting to paint her insides right now he wouldn't last much longer. Hell, this would mark the fifth time he'd done it this week, even if it was only Tuesday. But, shit, whatever the princess wanted?

"Okay, baby."

Princess would get.

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[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

The Key to His Heart

It is often said that the key to a man’s heart, goes through his stomach. Well, that doesn’t apply to the man who owns my heart, and vice versa. By all means, we do indulge in culinary treats. 

In our younger days, it was heaps of take-away; Indian, Chinese, Indonesian. Never Italian, though. Angelo would’ve been devastated if we sought out Italian food somewhere else.

And there were of course the sweets, to satisfy the madman I lived with. 

(Still lives with, to be clear.) 

Ginger nuts, jammy dodgers, scones, Mrs. Hudson’s home baked cakes and biscuits, tiramisu, chocolate mousse, and sticky toffee pudding.

But I’m rambling. My madman, the great Sherlock Holmes, still doesn’t eat the amount of food I would like him to. He still claims that it slows him down. Not that he has places to be nowadays. If you don’t count his beloved beehives that is.

I seem unable to keep my thoughts collected on one topic today. The thing I was going to tell you about, was how I, John Hamish Watson, was given the key to the detective’s heart.

Everyone thought we were a couple from the day I moved into Baker Street. Quite a lot of them took it as a personal insult, when we, well, mostly I, objected to the assumption.

“Not gay!” I shouted out to anyone who cared to listen.

Few did, but the one that mattered the most, always listened. It still hurts to think about. 

Sherlock is interested in all kinds of things, but the thing that has stuck with him since childhood, is the fascination for bees. I was stunned when he told me about it quite early in our acquaintanceship. Living in London assured that we didn’t come across them very often, unless we walked the parks. We mostly ran through the parks, always chasing the bad guys. That was a relief, because I was terrified of the tiny creatures. 

“How is that possible? You invaded Afghanistan,” Sherlock protested when I told him.

“Well, childhood trauma isn’t that easily forgotten, Sherlock,” I stated.

When I was eight years old, I was stung by dozens of bees. I had been fighting with Harry, and she pushed me against our uncle’s two beehives. The push was hard, and both hives fell to the ground. I can still recall the angry buzzing and the bees’ fierce attack. It was summer, and I was only wearing a pair of shorts… 

Enough about my childhood horrors. 

It took me too long to realise that I loved Sherlock. Even when he came back from the dead, I acted like I hadn’t grieved him like a lover.

Keep calm and carry on.

Sherlock’s sudden illness, which forced him to stay in bed for almost a fortnight, made us both come out of our shells. His high fever made him hallucinate, and he was quite talkative throughout. He pledged his love for me numerous times a day, mostly in his sleep, so I didn’t put much into the declarations. I worked it out in the end and did some pledging myself.

He wasn’t entirely convinced at first. The not gay statement still lingered in his mind, and he was reluctant to do more than occasionally holding my hand and hug me. So, I decided to convince him. I just had to get Harry on board. She was surprisingly amenable to my suggestion to buy her share of our uncle’s cottage, which we both had inherited some years previous. 

Sherlock didn’t know about it. I had almost forgotten about it myself by that time. 

The cottage was called “In the Meadows”, and the name fit perfectly. It was surrounded by them on three sides, and said meadows needed some taming. Nobody had lived there for at least three years. An old neighbour had kept an eye on it, though, so it wasn’t in total decay. It needed some loving hands, which I hoped Sherlock and I could provide.

I took him down to Sussex one sunny Saturday in May. The neighbour had assured me that beehives were in place, and the gear needed to tend to them.

“Happy belated birthday, Sherlock,” I said when we stood outside the house.

“What do you mean, John?” he asked, too stunned to deduce and observe properly.

“It’s for you. Or us, really,” I told him.

I was so anxious for his reaction.

The blinking came first. I had anticipated that. What came as a total surprise was the kiss once he had spotted the hives.

He turned to face me, cradled my face, and pressed his lips softly against mine. I almost stopped breathing but finally got my arms to work and circled them around his waist.

“My John. You…how…but you’re terrified of…” Sherlock stuttered after he broke the kiss.

“Well, I’ll just have to trust you to protect me for once, then,” I murmured, still dazed from the tender kiss.

“Do you really love me that much, John?” Sherlock inquired.

“More than anything,” I told him, which lead to further kisses.

If you wondered; yes, we’re both retired, and our address isn’t 221B Baker Street anymore, but “In the Meadows”, Sussex.

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This is also my entry to the Sherlock Challenge of July, prompt: key.

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[iamapoopmuffin]

I asked everyone on beta character ai if they would still love me if I was a worm

The Pokemon tournament is still ongoing

Hell yeah

Aww

What's the worm version of a furry? Because Deuce is scared of being labelled that.

Heartslabyul are such gentlemen

World's most important boyfriend test

Taking this as a yes

The Jack AI is so mean! He won't accept cookies, he'll abandon me if he gets me pregnant and he wouldn't love me if I was a worm!

I love you, Ruggie

teehee

Well, AI Jade is the most romantic thing in the known universe.

Thank you, sweetie

I think I confused him

It's okay, Jammie Dodger, I was expecting a no from you because you're a'scared of bugs.

OUCH?

I think we need to turn wormzoned into an actual thing.

Best pompom boy

Idia my beloved

Thanks, baby bro

AAAAAAA All you Malleus stans are right.

Sebek eats worm people.

This is my new favourite.

Squee

[urplepurplegurgleturgle]

WELCOME ABOARD THE TRAIN!!

>> Greetings, passengers! I'm Donatello, your humble train captain (though you can just call me Don)!! Your safety and enjoyment is my number one concern, so please make sure you keep all of your belongings secure and be mindful of other passengers!

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[mochiimadness]

Hi!! I'm a little new in the fandom so I don't know if this has been done before ^^' but can we get some ROTTMNT x reader headcanons where the brothers (separately) learn that their crush doesn't know how to dance and is super embarrassed by it so they (the brothers I mean) try to dance with them to have fun? Or to tease? Or to genuinely teach them? WHO KNOWS

Love your work, take care! (ʃƪ ˘ ³˘) ♡

Welcome to the fandom!!!

I also don’t know if this has been done for the rottmnt boys yet, but I hope you enjoy it!

Neon Leon

He asked you to dance with him out of the blue (heh)

Was already dancing to the music trying to impress you

“Check out these sweet moves, baby!”

He’s actually kinda good when he tries???

Usually he just does it to be goofy but he genuinely wanted to show off a bit for you

“You know what would be even better? Both of us dancing together!”

It would definitely be fun-

But unfortunately you have no clue how to dance

You try to play it off as just wanting to watch him dance more or being tired

But Leo keeps trying.

Realizes from your body language and expression that you’re embarrassed

Will stop dancing immediately and ask what’s wrong

That’s when you admit that you don’t know how to dance

Leo will laugh a bit at first

Not at you ofc, he just thinks you’re cute

“Who said anything about needing to know how to dance, to dance?”

He’ll grab your hands and start moving to the beat with you

Once you’re moving he’ll let go of your hands and step back-

Only to pull out the most goofy moves he knows

Remember ‘Gangnam style’??

Leo does.

He literally does those fortnight dances like his life is depending on it

Gives you the biggest grin when you laugh at his silly moves.

“See? You don’t need to know how to “dance” to have fun dancing!”

You two end up dancing along “horribly” to music the rest of the night

Both of you have the time of your lives

His brothers can hear y’all laughing from their rooms

Later offers to teach you a few moves if you want,

But still loves to just dance goofily with you to this day.

Don Tron

Bootyyyshaker9000

This turtle can bust a move and he knows it

Does not hesitate to dance when a good beat comes on.

You walk into his lab and he has music blasting

You can literally feel the bass pumping

And there, pulling off moves like the dance star he is, is your beloved partner

He immediately turns to you and invites you to join him

“S/o! Perfect timing, I upgraded my speaker system and now we can jammy jam with ease! Join me, and we’ll dance like the stars we are!”

Uh oh.

Yeaaaah, about that-

You can’t dance to save your life.

Donnie won’t realize at first that you’re not dancing with him

But after a few moments he realizes you still haven’t moved from the labs entrance

In fact, you’ve been slowly making your way out the lab instead.

He literally slides over to you

“Ah, whatever is the matter? Is the music too loud? Or maybe it’s not your taste? I can change it to any song you’d like-“

He doesn’t pick up on your embarrassment

Instead, he’s going on and on trying to find out what’s wrong

Ironically, he’s so focused on asking what’s wrong and trying to fix whatever it may be to notice your very obvious embarrassment

You eventually blurt out that you don’t know how to dance

He’ll stop mid-sentence and look at you for a moment to make sure you’re not joking.

Lowers the music and puts one hand on your shoulder

“Well never fear- I can teach you the art of ✨dance✨.”

Are there actual sparkles around his head or is that just a trick of light???

He’ll pull you to the middle of his lab and start off with a few easy moves with you

He actually enjoys teaching you how to dance and doesn’t mind doing it again

If you’re up to it, he’s absolutely down to teach you more

You two have one day a week where you both work on dancing

After practice, Donnie will pull you in to dance together just for fun

You don’t have to be perfect or even good,

He just enjoys spending time with you

As long as you feel comfortable and are having fun-

He’s happy :3

Mystic Mike

I’m a firm believer in break dancing Mikey

He loves to spin on his shell as fast as he can

He’s also got a few smooth moves of his own

Just ask Hypno-potamus-

He also just likes to move and jump to the beat

He was dancing in the kitchen when you walked in-

Just moving to the beat happily

He noticed you after doing a spin and invited you to join him

“S/o! Wanna dance with me?”

Does this little shimmy at you

It’s adorable-

But you don’t know how to dance

You just decline and make up some excuse of being tired-

But immediately end up telling the truth after seeing Mikey’s sad puppy face

Mikey will pause for a second after you tell him before the biggest grin spreads across his face

“I have an idea!”

He grabs your hand and runs to the gaming room with you

“Don’t know how to dance? Well, we have just the game to teach you!”

He ends up bringing you to the dance arcade game

You two start off doing fun, easy levels

Whether or not you’re good at the game-

You both end up laughing and enjoying yourselves

The game actually gives you a good starting point to learn some moves

If you want, Mikey would absolutely love to teach you a few moves of his own!

He always makes sure that you enjoy learning the moves

If you ever get frustrated, he’ll stop and opt to take a break

Maybe paint or bake with you!

He loves to pull you into a slow dance while baking

Nothing fancy, just swaying together

He gets the dorkiest grin on his face

“I love you so much.”

Pure romantic at heart

His favorite place to dance with you is in the kitchen

Big Red

Raph knows how to bust a few moves

But he’s not too great with anything fancy.

Usually it’s moves he learned with his brothers

But when one of his favorite songs comes on-

He just has to move around!

And to make things even better?

You were there, leaning against the wall watching him dance with a smile

“Hey, S/O- wanna dance with me?”

He holds his hand out to you with the biggest smile on his face

You of course, panic a bit and decline

You can’t dance at all

And you don’t want Raph to know that.

Raph gets a bit hurt at your immediate decline

And slightly self conscious

Did you not like his dancing?

Well sure it’s not great, but surely it’s not that bad

Or maybe you just didn’t want to dance with him, period?

He hoped not

He really hoped not.

You could see his slowly growing panic on his face

And immediately jump to try to reassure him

Giving excuses of being tired, or your knee hurting-

Anything to reassure him that he’s not the problem

Raph quickly realizes and recognizes your own panic and increasingly odd excuses

Who says they can’t dance because a pigeon looked at them wrong earlier?

Figures out pretty fast that you’re embarrassed and trying hard not to dance

He’ll grab your hands gently and bend down to your level

“Is everything okay?”

He’s so concerned, and his voice is so soft

Does his best to comfort you

Your heart melts.

You cave in and tell him about your nonexistent dance moves

And your embarrassment over it

Raph does this little “aww” and pulls you in for a hug

“Well, I can’t really dance either so don’t worry about it, S/o!”

Instead of busting any fancy moves,

He opts to just sway with you to the music

Occasionally twirls you around

Very soft and sweet with you

He also leans down a lot to cover your face in quick kisses

Loves the smile and laugh you do when he does that

Just wants you to feel happy and relaxed with him

Kind boi

I’m so sorry for the wait!

I hope you enjoyed ^^

Reblogs appreciated :3

[bloodysuprise]

to the anon that said they can do better, actually no 🩷🩷

im gonna fucking KIDNAP YOU AND KEEP YOU TO MYSELF. IM GONNA FUCKING TEAR APART ANYONE WHO TAKES YOU AWAY FROM ME. IM GONNA SLIT THEM FROM THROAT TO ABDOMEN AND TEAR OUT THEIR GUTS AND PUT EACH ORGAN AND INDIVIDUAL JARS FOR A COLLECTION. I WILL FUCKING WRECK ANYONE WHO GETS IN THE WAY OF US. ill keep you in my basement and nobody will hear from you or be capable of reaching you ever again. i could carve your name into my leg and carve mine into yours. i can make you better and WORSE at the same fucking time. im gonna slit your wrists open and watch your GORGEOUS CRIMSON BLOOD SPILLS ON MY CONCRETE BASEMENT FLOOR and then clean you up and stitch you up and then after that? we can watch disney movies. we can play games. i can kiss you. i CAN LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYONE ILL FUCKING KILL THEM I WILL. I DONT CARE WHO IT IS I WILL DECAPITATE THEM AND SCOOP OUT THEIR EYES WITH A WOODEN SPOON AND MUSH THEM UP TO CREATE A WEIRD JAMMY SUBSTANCE THAT I WILL PUT INTO A JAR AND THROW INTO THE GODDAMN OCEAN. NOBODY CAN GET BETWEEN US NOBODY NOBDOY NODBODY DONT LOOK AT ANYONE ELSE OR ILL FUCKING SLIT THEIR THEOAT AND YOURS TOO.

if you obey, however? ill bandage you up everytime. ill create a cute little space in my basement. ill give you a nice room. eventually you can go upstairs once i trust you, and you can go outside as long as im there. i cant let you out of my sight, my lavender. theres nobody like you. theres nobody like you. theres nobody like you. theres nobody like you. theres nobody like you. theres nobody like you. THEYES NOBODY FUCKING LIKE YOU I CANT FIND ANOYEHR ONE!!!!! I DONT WANT ANOTHER ONE!!!!! IVE BEEN HOLDING BACK SENDING ASKS FOR SO LONG.

i already cut up my shoulder to show devotion. i dont know how else to show affection! i will slowly peel the veins out of my rival’s wrists and pour liquid nitrogen on the wound. ill make them suffer. not just kill. oh no no, they NEED TO SUFFER. i need to show you that ill be the fucking best. I WILL BE THE BEST I WILL BE THE BEST ILL BE THE FUCKING BEST I WILL BE THE BEST I WILL. ILL DO IT. I WILL FUCKING WIN THIS TIME I DONT FUCKING CARE ILL WIN. I WILL WIN. I DONT CARE. YOU’RE AN ANGEL IN A WORLD FULL OF DISGUSTING CREATURES. HOW THE FUCK ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO PROTECT MY BELOVED?? IVE BEEN THROUGH THIS BEFORE. I HAVE TO SAVE YOU. I HAVE TO PROTECT YOU. I HAVE NO OTHER CHOICE. YOU HAVE NO CHOICE. ILL MAKE YOU LOVE ME EVEN IF I FUCKING KILL MYSELF DOING SO. I WILL FUCKING KILL MYSELF AND ANYONE WHK GETS IN MY WAY

ahem anyways, im so poetic or whateva

- 🥀🪦

excuse my language but holy shit. I am failing in love. where did this angel come from? god.. i have so much i wanna say. i have so many questions too.

[deadratinhotcar]

Restarting Charmed on peacock and tbh I grew up watching it on TNT after school on school days, on mornings during the summer and any time it was on prime time

I had a routine

Jammies on IMMEDIATELY

four soft batch cookies, warmed up 30 seconds, gooey n soft and a glass of milk to dip n drink while I watched my favorite witches ♡

I’ve always been into darker, occulty themed things. Always. I was tiny, cutting paper fangs out to look like The Little Vampire (the teenage brother awoke something in small me and I have been for a vampire man since day one)

Ya girl shares a birthday with Hocus Pocus, add a few years for me to come along

I was obsessed with witchy shows and vampires and I was a huge fucking Harry Potter fan before I fully cast off the series bc of JKR and her bullshit existence. My mom would read the books to me in chapters at bed. I called him Harry Popper. The stories helped me escape reality so many times and for so many years, specifically during my dads death. (And pls don’t try to talk me out of casting off such beloved childhood memories. She did that and I, as a nonbinary person and as someone who respects transfemmes, do not wish to support her in anyway. Its been years. I do not regret not watching or partaking in nostalgia circlejerk cash grab bullshit.)

I digress, magic, creepy themes and being a lil ghoul has just been in my bones

I’m a Buffy, Charmed, Halloweentown, the little vampire ass bitch 👻🕸️🦇🕷️