#lemon for ts

[muutos]

he ain’t sure how his happened,but he sure as shit wouldn’t complain. but this here is too fancy of an establishment for his dirt streaked, bruised up mug & equally grimy form, covered in prison (among other) tattoos - & the last thing he wants is her goddamn family member recievin’ complaints that he was stickin’ it to his niece on his own property. he ain’t in the market of finding somewhere else to go, right now. but molly? she’s a spitfire. & he doesn’t put it past her to do the exact opposite of what he needs her to do... so, he ain’t askin’ - not this time. no more mister nice guy. NO SIR. her bed to lie in, letting a convicted murderer into her bed. he sniffs, with a grimace, as lips curl in focus. almost looking like he smelt somethin’ foul, yet that couldn’t be further from the truth. brows narrowing now, in that focus as well. rockin’ the shaggy hair & beard look, he’d shed when he left prison. though, his personal aesthetic was far from a top priority - & he’d let himself slip, just a bit. though not in the workin’ out department.

his shirt has come off, in his haste - yet he wasn’t afraid to break her. pushing her headfirst into the wall, whilst forcing bare legs apart with his foot. knees shoulder width apart. & you bet he’d stripped her first. wanting the option to grab her tits, if he so chose to. eyes shifting over her back, as it flexes - his fingers reaching around her hips, to drag a calloused finger over her clit. opposite digits gripping her by the hip, at first. until it had to make it’s descent upward. a grunt, sounding, as he hardens his grip around her mouth. at the sharp pull of her fingers, in his hair. body leaning forward - chest to back. necklace parting from the inked lettering of his daughters name beneath the clavicle. “hey. hey. shut th’fuck up.” he grunts, wrist flexing beneath her hand. getting closer, to her ear, as his lip curls again in a scowl. “y’hear me?” he knows she’s close. rear cradling the bulge in his sweatpants, that left little to the imagination. “y’cum without makin’ a sound, n’ i just might fuck ya’, miss molly.” he looks back down, head tilting as he speeds up his short circles. feeling her slick clit shift beneath his hardened digit, whilst it rolls atop of it.

CONT   /  /    @secondhandmckie

[touchstarvedbrainrot]

A day w/ perv! touchstarved characters

MDNI yeah? Just the LIs being dirty, needy perverts over MC; they low-key take advantage of ya- nothing too extreme but pls don't read if that makes u uncomfy. Yeah just smutty headcanons basically

Perv!Kuras who gives you such caring checkups, gliding his hands over your body.. asking you to bend over and stretch for him. Look at you, being so obedient for him, showing him all the tricks your pretty body can do. It’s all part of the checkup, of course. Even when he rubs your tummy and squeezes your thighs so, so gently… just trust him, he’s the professional, he can take care of you. He can make you so good if you’d just be his Though his bedside manner is still a bit lacking, considering the way he ushers you out so quickly… hoping against hope that you didn’t notice the precum staining through the peak in the bulge in his pants as he rushes into the backroom, fingers twitching over his cock as he undoes his clothes, almost whimpering at the pent-up need for you… with each and every throb and twitch, he becomes more desperate for you… 

Perv!Ais who’s so sweet to invite you over for tea all the time. He’s a decently good host after all, always having plushy pillows and rugs laid out for you to lounge around on while you sip your tea and chat with him. Of course, you don’t know that that exact spot where you’re sitting is where he was spilling cum into his hand for the fifth damn time just thinking of your voice… or of how cute you would be squirming and whining under him, all fucked-out. You don’t know that he barely had time to wipe up the mess before you arrived, that those are your special pillows… the ones only you use to sit, and the ones he humps while he breathes in your still-lingering scent after you leave. You don’t know that while you’re chatting, he’s only thinking of pinning you down and rutting into you until your poor little hole is all sore and sensitive from him… his sweet little sparrow.

Perv!Mhin who follows you as you walk home. Just to make sure you’re not a threat, of course. Just to do recon. Certainly not so that they can watch the sway of your hips and ass as you walk. They just love letting the little critters in the dark alleys spook you, so that they can appear at just the right time, your little guardian angel always there to make you feel good safe. And to scold you, because the way you get all pouty and huffy over it makes them wonder how you’d react to their praise. Or if eventually you’d give up that bratty attitude and take the degradation like a good fucking slut. They say goodnight to you at the entrance to the tavern, though it’s only the last you’ll be seeing of them, they’re going to be keeping an eye on you. Just to make sure you’re not a threat, of course. Certainly not because the Wet Wick’s curtains are thin enough to show your silhouette as you change- oh god you’re fucking yourself and they’re about to cum on the spot

Perv!Vere who greets you as you come downstairs from your room, giving you no time to ask what he’s doing slumming in this shithole as his eyes dilate in that unnatural way. He glares at you and storms outside, because you smell like everyone but him. And that’s the opposite of what it should be. He’s about to go and tell you to stop paying attention to those idiots (yes, even Ais… he’s better than Ais, don’t you know that??) when he realizes there’s another smell on you. Your own need… all relieved now, hm? He knows he could make you feel so much better than you could do for yourself, but he has no time to dwell on that as he slinks back inside and up the stairs to your room, finding your discarded underwear with your sticky, hot wetness all over it. You’re supposed to be the needy one, not him… but that doesn’t stop him from burying his face in the soft cloth and breathing you in until you’re the only scent he knows, his tail wagging furiously as he pockets the garment and heads back outside. 

Perv!Leander who meets you at the bar when you come downstairs, who loves that sleepy, exhausted look in your eyes. You look so so so pretty like that… and it’s so easy to slip you more and more drinks until he’s herding letting your curious hands run allllll over his body… even the parts that make him shiver and bite his lip. Maybe he should tie you up instead, hm? But he won’t do that. Not yet at least, not when your sweet touch is pressing against his most sensitive spot and your tipsy self is giggling at his blushy reaction. Do you know what you’re doing to him? Please keep doing it… please, he’ll be a good boy for you just keep doing it. He takes such good care of you, leading you back up to your room, helping you strip down to your undergarments, practically tucking you in. Wait, how did he get into your room? You were sure you locked it when you left. Oh well, he’s just being sweet, nothing to worry about.. 

[itz-darktrax]

Just a shower thought: Honey Lemon is actually the most powerful member of Big Hero 6. Potential wise. I mean she literally has the entire power of the periodic table in her hands. She can poison, intoxicate, chemically burn, or otherwise seriously injure people. The only thing holding her back is her strong sense of morale. Because in application she only uses all that power to burn through obstacles, and restrain people using sticky substances and as hard crystal-like substances as a means of short-range transportation. (I'm studying chemistry and just learned about the periodic table and holy shit she has so much damage potential!)

[thermodynamic-comedian]

i really want orange side to be canon mostly because i want the dark sides' color pallette to be yellow, green, and orange. like ok citrus squad.

[userzade]

thinking about lemon, george, and wade's dynamic..

something something shared parental trauma something class divide something pressure of appearances something always having to prove themselves something having to take of themselves and other people something something terrible coping mechanisms etc. etc.

gemonade my beloveds my besties

[where-are-the-spooky-gays-2]

Add on, Virgil would have barbell nipple rings that are silver and purple. That man is a silver girly and I will DIE on this hill

Yes they are lemons

Y E S they'd really suit him and them being Silver and Purple would be such a cool touch!!!

[bitegore]

something something little tits on big robot

[korruptbrekker]

Remus or janus👀

@remy-the-lemon-berry @dikdikpronouncedxylophone

He doesn't think you deserve the full snitty, so just a taste for you thirsty bitches. /j

[formlessvoidbeast]

Anyone want a sneaky peek at the heist fic I'm working on?

Lupin pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pockets, offering Jigen one.

“Where'd we get these?” Jigen asked, letting the familiar ritual of smoke and nicotine soothe his jangling nerves.

“Lifted them off the guards when they were booking us.” Lupin blew a smoke ring. “So, what are the odds Pops is jerking it furiously in the staff bathroom right now?”

Jigen snorted. “That's a sucker bet. I thought he was going to sprain something.” He took another long drag. “You don't usually tease him quite that hard.”

“I know his dick is big,” Lupin said, darkly.

“Do we know that?”

Lupin raised his eyebrows at Jigen. “You've never copped a feel on Pops? It's only fair, with the number of times he's strip-searched us. Anyway,” Lupin waved it off. “You knocked me out and I woke up cradled like a delicate princess in his lap. I'm a simple man with a healthy libido. You can't blame me.”

“I knocked you out because I knew you'd get so excited about playing tag with Pops you'd forget we were actually trying to get arrested.”

[bunnybeansowo]

Hiro’s neck in this frame 😭😭😭

[asktheawesomeheros]

how would you guys react if i came out as genderfluid?

Congratulations!! I'm so happy for you! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

Congrats bud

This calls for a sticker party!!! ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

Please no

(the others say congratulations-as do I-, they're just bit a busy getting glitter out of their eyes! For real though, we're all happy for you)-Mod!

[muutos]

𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝: [ 𝐌𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐋𝐄 ] 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐤𝐞)

desperate, vein adorned & aging hand grips a thick breast behind the booth. bench between a slotted divider long since occupied by two, as her plump & curvaceous body fits atop his own. his legs are spread as wide as the space would allow, whilst the choke-hold of his collar trails closed buttons to the last two. those which are open, as slacks as pushed down to his calves. his other fingers push against the soft flesh of her stomach. wet, slick envelope sliding over his cock in a manner that which he could not properly describe with words, though in truth he felt hot all over. sweat collecting upon his face, & upon his neck where the skin is not so taught anymore. glasses gone, his mouth gapes as hips make short thrusts to meet her bouncing. hold on her breast becoming lighter as he feels the weight bounce with every movement. cheek to dark strands, as his eyes flutter closed. bow lips in a natural, parted state of bliss. adorned atop, with a light moustache. necklace chain rubbing against his collarbone, beneath the fabric of his shirt. nose sloped downward, as he nuzzles her softly.

though, despite the slight creaks of the booth, & a light amount of outside noise, it was still business hours. & they had to be quiet, despite the difficulty in such a task. he’s trying (& succeeding, thanks to the opiates), not to think about their relationship. he’s her priest, & has been for a long time. she & her father had been part of his congregation, & attend whenever they’re in town. he hears her confess regularly, & the inappropriate nature of this engagement is probably the lowest he’s ever sunk. though the high was high, as her gorgeous, statuesque body rocks atop his unworthy, fifty six year old hips. her back against a rippling belly, & as a squeak leaves her lips, his eyes open - peering upward as the hand pawing her, snakes up her neck to wrap around her face. palm over her lips, as he thrusts upward. “i need you to be quiet for me, okay Vögelchen?” little bird. it struck an odd chord with him, now that he says it in this context... though it was muscle memory, at this point. avian like nose brushing the end of her jawline. fingers on her belly creeping down over the soft mound of flesh, and between her parted lips to stroke her clit.

@infamus​

[hauntedfalcon]

I would like to see hear the sixteen hour version of the Children’s Adventure

[itz-darktrax]

Fred: *Screams* Minimax: *Screams louder to establish dominance* Honey Lemon: Should we do something? Hiro: No, I want to see who wins.

[sonntam]

WoT fandom made me especially realize how differently I read the books.

None of my favs are my favs because they are nice people and I would like to have a coffee with them.

Talking to Rand at any point in story would be awkward as hell. I don't even have that much of a high opinion of his either.

He is fantastic as a character and I love his storyline, since it is always full with emotion and pain.

Wondergirls were phenomal, not because I like any of them as a person, but because I like travel stories, they had interesting relationship dynamics between each other and I had a lot of fun watching them.

Egwene? Come on, she had one of the best storylines in the book. She did a lot of questionable things, but this is what makes it fun. Why would I dislike her for being a bitch from time to time?

Gawyn on the other hand only loses out, because he never quite committed this way or the other: did not try killing Rand when he had the chance, did not help him when he had the chance, did not abandon Egwene, but neither did he commit to obeying her. Meh.

My opinion on any character is literally just a summary of pleasant/unpleasant feelings from reading their plotlines. For many of them, being adversarial and unlikable only heightened the tension of the plot and made me enjoy the books more.

[tricksheart]

Send me 👤+ a character name for my muse’s opinion on that character.

@more-than-a-princess said: 👤+ Sonia (even though she likes Akira's worst food enemy, chocolate).

"Sonia is....complicated. Like I get her country for liking and being obsessed over something harmless but for them to laws that punish people for not liking chocolate or just the concept of hating it in Sonia's case of being in denial of differences is something I dislike about her. Although I'd admit she's doing her best to come around. Hell, she's even told be about her aversion to sour food and drinks, which I also can't imagine anyone disliking that but I get it. Not everyone is going to like the same thing. That's what makes us, us you know?".

Akira sighs, not really liking the next part either to come but he has to say it.

"I just wished she let me wallow in my misery sometimes. Her being too overly positive reminds me on how much I hate it. My mom Maya is the same way. I wished she show some despair once in a while. Not like she should change how she is but you know, it's okay to have your hair down once in awhile. Maybe if she trusted me more or just let her talk about things might help. Then again, I really don't think my actual talent in what I am in this school would go with that concept. Not everyone trusts a thief, especially an ultimate one".