#just a little I guess

[faestorian]

And then Midvalley went ahead and got himself involved in their mess anyway.

[no-one-picked-maris]

liar

{a/n: I'm not at the office today because I'm currently waiting to see if I'm making a trip to the hospital. So have some smut. I posted the first paragraphs but deleted it because it wasn't supposed to be published, it was supposed to be a draft and I still don't know how to use Tumblr I guess...xoxo 6/21/23: I learned a couple of things}

What is too sweet - an over ripe pear; its juices dripping down your throat and chin?  You hadn’t thought about it before he asked - 

“What are you doing?”  Aemond said as his long fingers brushed yours. He took the handle of large, knit brown sack sagging with finery.  A pearl ring, silken threads and handkerchiefs - none yours.  

“Just picking up a few things,” you say prettily, so aware of your tone of voice, your hair (don’t touch it, don’t!).  He raised his eyebrows in response.  A bird caught your eye, you tried not to let it, but it did and you followed its flight while he spoke.

“Are you listening to me?” He asked, with a hand on your shoulder and your response - 

“No,” came too quickly, too bluntly.  And he smiled just a little.  How do you get away with this…you’re only pretty not beautiful. 

“Which one is yours?” he questioned -  tilting the knit sack toward you.  You shook your head, suddenly bashful.  A glance down, then your gaze met his.  You heard rustling, softly, in the bristling grass. Maybe mice - small and quick.  You step towards your protector and amusement spread upon his face.

And his hand upon your waist.  

You glance down now, suddenly shy when previously you had been so familiar.  Your hand reached up and grabbed his elbow softly, though you turned away.  His strong arms pulled you back - pulling you against him.  

“You’re too small I adore it,” he said, and you can feel his breath against your neck.   Your nipples were already hard against your chemise.  Of course, and all he’d done was breathe.  Exhale against your skin, his breath so warm.   His hand rested just under your ribcage now tracing along its bottom. 

Beauty tempers the blackest of hearts. But his heart is black and cruel and you’re little so little he gazed at you cruelly enchanted. 

“Do you think of me when you touch yourself?” His question dripped from his mouth like honey.  You did, but - with his breath on you neck and your hardened nipples.

You did.

“I don’t,” you said. 

“What does he have that I don’t? That’s what I don’t understand,” He replied incensed - he saw himself second best yet again.  He pulled you against him harder, closer.  Rougher. You bit your lip, you’ve done this dance before but never with him. Inhale - afraid it’s the deepest breath you’ll have for a while. 

“You look so pretty with my hand wrapped around your throat,” he said.  Pressure points spread from the back of your neck and your eyes watered just a little.  “Does he do this to you?” He asked, “Does he choke you while he fucks you?”  His other hand moves from his waist to your breast.  “I will.” 

His hand slipped inside your bodice, under your corset, your chemise.  Astounded at his actions in spite of them - his hand is heavy and warm, thumb lightly tracing your nipple.  “Can you take this off for me?” He asked - removing his hand from your throat to find the pins in your gown and drop them to the floor ping ping ping.  “I like your dress.  It’s nice,” he said. Now the last pin.  His hand traced from your bodice to your shoulder, resting upon your clavicles.  “Thin,” he said and kissed your neck. You nearly melted in his embrace, with his breath all hot and heavy on your neck. 

“I’m…,” you started to say with your voice trailing off. 

“Be quiet Kitten,” was his heady reply.

His hand enclosed your throat again, your eyes watering the littlest bit.  His other?  Upon your nipple, rolling it between his fingers ever so gently.  

“Off, all of it,” he pressed you against the tree. “Undo your corset for me,” his instruction rang in your ears as static tension pressed against the sides of your thighs, traveling up to your sweetest embrace.  Of course you complied, he was a prince so handsome, so capable.  You let your dress fall from your shoulders to the grass below as he pulls your corset over your hips and down your legs.  The cool breeze kisses your chest as your chemise floats softly to the ground.  

And you stood before him naked, his hand upon your throat.  You can feel the blood pulsing in your neck as he bites his lip. Of course you’ve got gooseflesh climbing down your legs - his hand now running up your thigh. 

If he pressed your hands against his chest and rutted again and again inside of you you’d scream so loud. 

“I’ve been patient,” he said into your ear as his hand began to explore your inner thigh.  He leaned his body against yours and against the tree - you couldn’t have moved even if you wanted to.  His feather touches trace your inner right thigh and taper off just before he gets close to your wetness.  As he placed his two fingers in his mouth his eye met yours and his knee spread your leg all the more.  And there you were.

He continued to hold your gaze as he gently slipped his two fingers inside of you.  At first.  The softest kisses on your lips, gently parted.  At first.  “I like that,” you breathed sweetly into his mouth with his hand squeezing your throat in response.  His eyes widened and his kisses came more timidly now. Aemond’s pace below quickened , the veins in his wrist starting to strain.  “I like it hard,” you told him - looking him in the eye, “I Like it to feel like you want me.”  His lips crooked the littlest bit as he pressed his hardened cock against your thigh - “I want you, can’t you feel it?” 

His hand left your throat, his thumb now tracing your chin as his other continued to finger fuck you with strained veins.  An opened mouth kiss as his hand abruptly left your cunt.  A few moments letter, his cock’s head traced along your inner folds, kissing your star sweetly before tracing back down.  He paused at your entrance, an enamored look upon his face - “Not like this,” he said, stepping back.  You felt yourself sliding down from the tree to the soft grass below.  “Like this then?” You smiled up from the ground your left left tracing his calf - “Can we fuck just like this?” You asked.

 Aemond knelt down next to you, his hand now exploring along your naked body.  Up your hip, your waist, your breasts, bypassing your throat to rest on your face.  Softly his thumb traced the outline of your jawline, and you returned the gesture as the small mice lived and died in the grass.  

His cock resumed its playfulness, tracing along your wetness.  You felt along his upper arms, muscle under your fingers and rough under your skin.  You left hand went along his chest, playing softly with the light dusting of hair there.  “You can choke me if you want,” you said, your hand resting on his upper chest. He gripped your face instead - his gemstone eye visible now. “I want to hear you,” he commanded as he squeezed your face and let go.

It was then he entered you, pushing your knees into your armpits.  “I. Want. To. Hear. You.”  

And so of course, you complied, he felt so good inside of you - he was so handsome, so capable.  Beginning gently, as he does, inside of you and then outside of you slowly with each inch a renewed jolt though your body.   Raw nerves between your legs received no rest, no respite, from the force of his hips.  With each of your desperate grasps of his flesh his thrusts grew in depth and intensity.  His hot breath remained on your face broken only by the open wanting kisses you shared.  

Lewd moans left your mouth with each and every deep rut.  He was almost too big for you - “You’re so tight I barely fit” - he stretched your velvet walls nearly to their breaking point.  Wet and rough, it was only a matter of time as your eyes rolled into the back of your head with each deep, deep rut.    

Your orgasm starts as a culmination of drops as the tendons between your legs tense and your walls begin clutch his cock. Swishing in your head as the pot finally boils over and Aemond pinning you down in response. He rides out your orgasm until he reaches his own climax with his hips pressing against you pushing his cock as deep as it can go.  

“You felt so good,” you told him.  It was true.   Sweaty, tired he smiled.  Of course you’d give him no rest, excited to pepper him with an observation.  He rolled off of you and onto his side, and cupped your face with his hand. 

“You’re a liar,” he teased, laying next to you.  “You do think of me,” 

[puppyeared]

filipina miku!! my mom helped me with her outfit ^_^

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[tuttle-did-it]

David Tennant for Prime Minister, please.

edit- Since this is getting so much attention, edited to include descriptions of screenshots.

This woman has lost her fucking mind.

Jo, are you okay?

[tartarusknight]

Steve Harrington who doesn't die. No matter what, he'll wake up afterwards. He learned it young when he survived a car crash that killed his mom. And he struggles after her death, not knowing why he survived when she didn't. As he grows up, he can't relax and parties to try and be full of something lighter. But he drinks too much at one party and he doesn't have a good friend to rely on.

As time goes on, Steve dies by Billy and by the Russians. He doesn't really understand but he begins to accept it. But he also becomes more careless. Which is how Eddie finds him.

Eddie had been able to see ghosts since he almost died from his dad. The first ghost he ever sees is his mom and she passes on after getting to hug him goodbye one last time. After that Eddie sees the few elderly people who died at the end of their lives. And the people who died too early. He got stuck as the freak for all the times he's accidentally talked to someone who wasn't there.

He had talked with Benny who was worried about that young girl. Barb who was so mad about being left behind by her friend. But he hadn't seen Will Byers and it made sense when he was found eventually. But he did hear some things from the agents stuck at the middle school who looked torn apart. Eddie learned of the Upside Down earlier but promised Wayne he'd stay out of it.

Until he saw Steve sitting on the edge of the pool, looking at his body floating in the water. There was some blood swirling in the water and it made Eddie sick. But Steve just stared blankly at his own body before sighing and standing. He froze when Eddie locked eyes with him. He glanced at the pool than Eddie. "Hmm," he gave him a small smile and moved past him.

"Wait!" Eddie called afterwards and Steve paused, "aren't you, like, I don't know needing something? Most ghosts-"

"Oh," Steve chuckled, "this won't last much longer." He stated and walked away but before he even reached the door back into the party he blinked away. Eddie let out a scream when Steve's body spasmed and his head flung up out of the water. There was still blood on the side of his face but he was alive. Steve groaned as he pulled himself out of the pool. "See," his came out hoarse and Eddie was just so confused.

[kidovna]

manifested mileven at the snowball in 2016, so now I’m manifesting byler at senior prom🪻🌻

[grovylelover]

people who know

[egophiliac]

(almost) four years in, and I finally had time to draw something for the anniversary! woo! 🎉🎉🎉

[apuff]

LOOK ALIVE SUNSHINE

[grey-viridian]

Leonardo

I finished this comic about a month ago but couldn't bring myself to post it. It started as a simple illustration and then I just kept adding more and more and at some point I had to stop myself and cut the story short. I'm still not entirely satisfied with the result but... well. I like it. That's enough.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[sysig]

Permission to headbutt: Granted (Patreon)

[jojo-schmo]

In this house, we cherish Helpy. We thank him for his hard work and pat his head and give him all the candy that he wants because is a good and lovable little cub!!

[cobaltfluff]

competitive aquarium date

bonus: the night before

[somerandomdudelmao]

Someone mailed me a bunch of handmade tiny orcas..I….oh, MY GOD, hahahaha. Whoever it was, I hope you're having a reeeeally great day because you absolutely made mine