#mmmhhhhh maybe?!

[gisatako]

s4ep23, and it happened! ralph took control over it :DD BUT WHO IS THOMAS?!!

[iceclew]

Yeah, there's some smut IhaReno monsterkink ready for a read.

I mean just saying, you know.. heard it's quite fine.

[pristine-rose]

im gonna send alice a thirst bc why not‼️‼️

ok so candance am i right?

candance is hot as shit imo i would be ridding her abs anyday i swear or her thighs

small hc i think her thighs and abs r so toned from fightingin the dessert and just watching you get off and moaning into her ear or sobbing while trying to look all pretty for her whiping your tears away is her favourite

candance also defo drfo DEFO hates seeing her baby cry shes not mean even if your a bit bratty she will punish you just for a but tho i mean how can she treat her darling like that unless shes cryingfrom all the pleasure your getting from her

and then theres dehya heheehehhe

dehya 🫶

dehya loves watching you trying to shut your mouth in a campsite as she fucks you inside the tent with her trusty strap she brought along.

now now dont be loud!! theres people around you and this is a tent if you moan loud enough their gonna hear you and maybe dehya will fuck you on display for all of them to see or maybe she’ll share you the possibilties make your stomach churn and fill with butterflies

another hc for dehya‼️‼️

dehya loves being gentle with you at the start but she cant help herself when shes so desperate sometimes she’ll just scissor you for hours just to fele you against her she’s fast n rough she doesnt care how many times you cum she just needs you :(

OH GOD AND IF YOUR TALKATIVE SHE PUTS HER HAND RIGHT ON YOUR MOUTH TO SHUT YOU UP MMMHHHHH just to say

“shh i know my lady just enjoy the feeling of being bittled by a dessert dewewller..heh? your into that idea sweet guess i dont have to hold back my lady”

god when she sakd that to dunhyzard my stomach was just AAAA TAKE ME

Anyways..

for my last brainrot of the day to you alice is my favourite purple and pink haired duo (ik this is long but ive been bored all day and ive nearly finished writting a fic that too forever)

miko just loves pranks especcially if shes executing it ei however is 50/50 if she finds it cute shes giving you small neck kisses with a smile if she doesnt your getting fingered for hours under a table untill you can cum

this gave you the perfect idea

as the two hot and influencial woman of inazuma spoke to eachother of the future of inazuma and protection you just get the perfect idea to get close to their left and right ear and moan as erotically as you could just begging their names out

miko was very turned on afterall her fox ears are sensitive and it felt as loud as you both actually having sex while ei is there blushing like crazy too your smirk and try to leave but “uh oh little one! seems my prey has been caught” you could feel the chills and sharpness of her nails against your wrist

As ei starts to manhandle and fondle your chest while miko bites your neck her fangs leaving small blood spilling marks to lick off

you can take both of their hands

“cant you pretty girl?” miko chuckles from the side. Shes very experimental she enjoys the pleasure of it and then feeling it from her two lovers afterall your not the only ones who love being fucked like crazy

ei smirks as she drawns into your neck as miko leaves her lipstick stains on your cunt thighs and face as a symbol of whats hers

they arent gonna punish you afterall!! they loved the prank infact they loved it so much you can cum how many times you want and control whatever just dont moan too loudly wont you dear?

-🤲 alice if u sont get this jst know my life was poured into this fr

CW//NSFW

WHY WOUDK YOU SEND ME THISWHBDELNDNA

IDK WHAT TO SAY THERE IS NOTHING I CAN ADD EVERYONE JUST SIT BACK AND ENJOY.

[missamyrisa2]

I just had the best idea! A tickle anatomy lesson with Dr. Amy! You'll tell us all about the tickliest spots of the human body and the best ways to extract giggles!

Oh, but you'll be the subject of course! What will be the first lesson? Feetsies? Tumtums? Ohhh maybe the pittypits!

Noooooooo you hadddd me in the first half ~!!!

but allllsooo oh my gosssshh the thought of a teacher giving a tickle lesson as they're being tickled by their own guidance? Ticklehootttttttt~!! I can just seeeeee me likeeee in my floral dress and little cardigan..

You need to restrain your subject by the wrists and ankles, yes just like that. And for some you may want the waist restraint but this also limits your range of sensation. The same can be said for leg and bicep restraints. For this subject, they are quite wiggly and it will largely depend on how much movement you want to afford them. Now that those restraints are in place it is important to test, so if you there, you want to run your index finger on my posterior axillary fold which is YESSSSSSEEE that liiiiIINNEe at my outer underarm and you can SEHEHEEE my arm is secure no matter how I pulll okay okayyy that's enough that's enough and on the other underarm OKAYYYY that's the axilla up top and your nails are good they're good so move to my feet now pleeeheeeease stoppp tickling thereee!!

so on the fooooot there's an area above the heel called the plantar apaneurosiiiiiiisssss unnhhhh yesss see okay okayyyy I can't PULLLL outttt that tiiiicklesss!! and okay class, there's a toools over there get a fffffeatherrrr and I'm gonna show youuu unnhh the spotttt the suuuuperficial okay the superficial stoppp tiiiicklingggg my serratus anterior muscleeee we're not up thereee yettt!! Get the featherrr get the feather and take it to my superficial transverse metatarsal ligaments which are under my toesss and just glide them back and forth that's a spot that's a spot that's a SPOSOOOOOHHOTTTTT! We call that a sensual spotttt toooo because well you can see my blushing is increasing and my legs are quivering so those are spots you can find and mmmhhhhh class dismissseddd?? Nooo noo okayyyy you want to learn moreee welll unnhhh who here is good at massagesss?

Sooo right at the knees ummhh just ghhh move my dress up a little a littttttle not that faaarr!! just mmh above the kneee there's the quadriceps muscle and tendon and if you youuuu nnnhhhh okay you found blush brushes and that's myyyyy medial plantar fascia on my foottttt which is likeeee the soleee to some but it's a curve of a spot and that's why my toes are wiggling and I'm bouncing you're learning fast how to stimulate the sensation that's goooOOOODDD that's a good spoohhohott ohhh my gooooddd you're goood! OKayy okayyy sooo mmmh mmmmassageee the tendon right above my kneeeee with thumb and index finger and EEEHEEUNHH! That's whhhyyyy you're seeing quiverrssss and ooh yes trembles that's ticklisssh that's tiiiickliiIISSHSHH!

Now now class. There's another area I wanted to coooverrrr but you have to stoppp tickling meeee I can't speakkkkk when you doooo thattttt okayy yokayyy. Ummhh. The stomach is a common one but there's sooo many spots and it can't be underestimated you have to use finesseeee and find the real good spots you have to probe you need to unnnhh okay okayyyy just going right in nowwww? Mmmhh yeahh okayyy you can tuck my dress into my waistbelt that's I guessss what it's there forrr huhhhh? Okay see you see my twitches and bouncing in my belly? That's anticipation that's me realizing I have so many spots and you all have so many fingers and MmmhMHHH I see that duster too okayyyy. And welll you can startttt at the eppppigastric region that's the smallll area between the lower chest and stomach and it's a nice spottt to use the probing touch because it'll often trigger twitches elsewhere so you can move from there from that noooohohot so ticklish area to okayyy okayy you're on the right lumbar region nowww and that's ticklish that's mmmh I'm TIIICKLISSHH thereeeee and those are fingerssssss ghhahahhhhhd the duster on the umbilical regionnnnnn that's my naveeeeellll!!! and many people unnhh okay they'll moan like I just did because the navel is so very sensitive and the umblical riiiIINGGG okay okayyyy you're alll going so faasstttttt mmmhhh I haven't told you about the theeeee types of navellsss they all can be ticklish differentlyyyy and I'm not an outttieeee but my innieeee has a knottt I actually don't know what that's callled but okayy that's a feather in theere good intuition and classs if it's okay with you I'm going to take a break and screeeeeammm with giggles and moans for a while because I canttttt take itttttt and mmMHHHH I heard thatttt someone has the wand don't theyyyyyyy welllll suuuugarrrrr!

[domaystic]

Also, other notes that I didn't include in the main post or it would have been too long:

1. the thing with the 3 categories, if someone is interested, it's because I was under the impression that there were only things and stuff in the previous ones, but actually, when you talk about things in one's everyday life then you might end up interacting with another person and who do we meet with that are not family or friends or s/o? That's one. The third category is what I find more difficult to explain, but the "container" word draws pretty close: I wanted to find some kind of macro-term that could be of one's everyday life but also pick easily up the singularities of a one's fandom-world-nuances??? (I explained this to a friend and it didn't go through ._.)

2. the previous years I had the prompts translations already ready, this time not yet. I'll be updating the blog and Ao3 profile page bit by bit.

3. in the list of tags I wish people would write in their tumblr post, there is no #2024daytagging as in 2022 and 2023; I'm still thinking how to organize that because I think it's going to be more messy this time. Cause this way I feel like I'm relying a lot on how people will actually act? ò_O I'm pondering also if it isn't better to just wait until May is over to see how things actually roll out. Or maybe I should just create the tag(s) based on the three categories, disregarding the days altogether. But then, does this mean that there won't be any sequence? Which is why I wrote so in the general rules so, yes, I think so? Because it might be that one wants to do prompt #03 and the day after wants to do prompt #J. But maybe it's just like the people who only wants to fill only a certain amount of prompts... mmmhhhhh I welcome any insight if you have but still this is 90% an aspect of me-liking-organized-things, I abandoned the clocks, I might be able to abandon also the prompts-are-day-tags (it will still hurt though XD)

[pianostarinwonderland]

So I think I read one of azul's dorm uniform lines about him wearing/liking cologne? I'm sorry but why do I find that so attractive ig as someone with mild ocd taking good care of yourself and your hygiene is just,,, dude now I wish we knew what kind of colognes he uses/what he actually smells like. I'M NOT BEING WEIRD I PROMISE I JUST LOVE GOOD SCENTS AND PERFUMES SO THIS INTRIGUED ME!

OH NAUR STOP I FORGOT ABOUT THAT NOOOO 🧍🧍🧍

YOU'RE NOT WEIRD ANON DON'T WORRY THERE'S JUST SOMETHING ABOUT SCENTS THAT IS SO MMMHHHHH 🤌🤌🤌 honestly a good scent in general is very appealing, so liking it is not something that should be frowned upon.

I always hc'd Azul having one of those "dad colognes" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you know those scents that make you think "oh this smells like dad"?? Like, it's those heady scents that make you think of silver colors and maybe a bit of blue and your first thought is grey business suits like idk how to describe it?? 😭 Yeah, that's what I always thought Azul would wear lmfaoooo

But you know, there is something about scents that is so addicting....... like. ok now this is me being weird on main BUT hear me out.

Imagine you end up being close to Azul. And I mean this in two ways. If God decided you're going to be the luckiest person in the world, you get to hug him and rest your head on the crook of his neck. If God decided that you're not the chosen one but are a candidate, you're probably seated close to him. And you have known each other for a while, you hang out a lot together. And you kinda grew some feelings for him. As you're together, you just get that whiff of his cologne and it lights up something inside you. It's that sort of primordial instinct that you never knew you had within you, but it makes you hungry. It's his cologne, and you have always smelled it, but it was this particular day that the scent is sharp in your nose, and your stomach is brewing with wanton desire for him—

AND. WE'RE GONNA END THERE 😋 pay me up for an expansion of this thought /j

[fabiochampioraro]

tell me what you like most about yourself. For me it's my eye colour and my hair, and for you?

Mmmhhhhh maybe my sense of humour tbh

☆ sleepover saturday ☆

[featherlouise]

Figured I'd post a WIP that I'm doing for school because it's half one in the morning and all the fucks I had left to give flew outta the window hours agooo

[fromthewifecage]

Never Trust  A Cowboy With A Computer (AKA: Erron Black/Female reader smut)

I’ve had a lot of issues with this, I’ve had to edit the hell out of it, changing a bunch in the 1st chapter, so please reread Chapter 1 before jumping into the smut that is Chapter 2. It’s over 5k words, and it’ll be posted over on my AO3  https://archiveofourown.org/users/FeltAutomaton in a bit if you want to be extra kind and go give me kudos there :D Thank you again to @tomoka0013 @gojihime99 and @malicedragoness for your encouragement and all your help *blows kisses* Hope you like :D NSFW!

CHAPTER 1:

For once, the absolutely only time in recent history, your hair is behaving, thank the Gods! Actually, is there a God of Hair? Hmmm, maybe Kano would know? His stories of meeting Gods are always fascinating, even though he always exaggerates his role and prowess in encounters with said Gods. There is simply no way on Earthrealm that Kano could have stolen the Thunder God’s hat without being zapped into the Netherrealm. Plus, Kano has never produced this hat, so whenever he has one too many beers and starts on another night of tall tales, you nod along and feign complete belief in his words.

Maybe one day you’ll get to meet a God? Not likely whilst you’re stuck behind a computer for hours and hours every single day. Especially working alongside Erron-sodding-Black. He’s gone through at least 5 computers this year, 2 in the past three weeks! You swear he was doing it on purpose. In your steamiest daydreams he’s deliberately breaking his computers so you’ll have to travel to the ‘Black Dragon Boyz office’ (and yes, they spell it with a ‘z’) to spend precious time un-fucking his computer. Every time it happens, you swear you’re just going to tell him to go bother someone else, or get his arse down to PC World and find some spotty 17 year old work experience boy to bother rather than yourself. After all, you’re doing just as an important job for the Black Dragon as he is, well, almost. He might be a super amazing dead-shot sniper capable of assassinating even the most heavily guarded target, but you aren’t just IT support, you are a Black Dragon member too.

******** More after the cut! ***********

You spend much of your time hacking into Special Forces super secret files, reading General Sonya Blade’s horribly dry mission reports, or transferring money from one Swiss bank account to another before you could be traced. Well, that was why Kano had hired you. Yet these past few months you’ve been dragged to broken computer after broken computer by the obscenely handsome aforementioned Erron Black at least once a week. You hadn’t minded the first few times, after all, any time spent in Erron���s company makes you all giddy and wibbly-wobbly inside your knickers. His voice honestly does things to you, actually makes parts that shouldn't tingle at work, tingle. He has warm eyes that seem to sparkle whenever he speaks to you, or catch you staring at him, not that you stare at him. Much. OK, maybe a little. He has a smile that is likely illegal in half the known world. Long, strong fingers that you so often think about, especially when you watch him dance a coin across his knuckles when he’s thinking, his trick to keep his fingers supple. No, no no. No thinking about him. He obviously isn't interested in you. He’s a simple man when it comes to that. You’ve seen him make moves on people who catch his eye; he’ll watch them for a while, then walk up to them, give them a smile, tell them plainly what he wanted. Then you’ll watch them walk off together whilst your heart dissolves into self pity. A few months ago, you made a real effort to try to stop flirting with him. No more lingering looks while spending more time than needed helping him with his computer. The man was multi-talented with most things, just not computers. It probably didn't help that he didn’t grow up around modern technology. You gently tease him about being old and doddery around computers and he takes the jokes well, and really, you miss joking around with him, but it was for the best. Kabal jostles with you for mirror space, smoothing down his hair and giving the mirror a big grin. Why is it so easy for men like him? He probably rolls out of bed after 2 hours sleep with his face in a half-eaten curry and he’ll still wake up ridiculously handsome (the git). Whereas it takes a lot of fussing to even get your hair to behave, let alone look nice and shiny like Kabal’s does. Maybe you could make a small shrine in the corner of your bedroom to the Hair God? You nod to yourself, thinking Kabal must have done that. “Come on, you look beautiful. Now get your coat and scarf, and we’re outta here. If we don’t leave soon, we’ll miss it!” Kabal fusses with his coat buttons. Always unable to keep still, the man practically radiates excess energy. “I WILL BE SAD IF WE MISS THE FILM.” Tremor stands up from his own desk, the building shaking ever so slightly with the enormous man’s movements. “Not as sad as Kabal. He’ll start bawlin’ if he misses his boyfriend’s new film.” Erron spins round in his brand new swivel chair, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Johnny Cage is NOT my boyfriend and I don’t even care about missing the film.” Kabal bristles with indignation. He did care about missing it. He cares a lot. “I don’t even like his films, or him. I’m just watching it ironically.” Erron laughs. You feel that laughter, deep inside and it demands attention. Bastard. “Suuuure. Enjoy your boyfriend.” “He is NOT my boyfriend!” This was going to end up in another fight. Last week Kabal had called Erron ‘Old Man Withers’. Erron had retaliated by drawing on Kabal’s Johnny Cage calendar. (The moustache and glasses actually suited the ridiculously handsome movie star.) So Kabal put a mouse in Erron’s desk drawer and recorded Erron’s screams, playing them every so often whilst laughing. The feud had gone on until Kano forced them to apologise to one another, in front of everyone. This sort of idiocy happened probably twice a month. It had escalated to where people now made bets on how long each feud will last. The longest feud had lasted 23 long days before Kano had flipped. “I DO NOT WANT TO BE LATE.” Tremor tugs open the office door and the handle will need replacing. Again. You follow after the huge man, Kabal behind you is muttering about revenge. “Hey, Sweetheart, you goin’ too?” It takes a second before you realise that sultry Texan drawl is aimed at you. “Oh, yes. There was a spare ticket since Kira’s still stuck on a job.” Oh shit, you should have offered it to Erron instead. You’d been so excited to be included in the cinema plans that you’d been selfish and not asked if Erron had wanted to go. “But……” Erron’s face scrunches a little and he turns to his computer and hits a few keys in quick succession. “It ain’t workin’ again. Sorry, darlin’.” He gestures helplessly to his computer. “But… I only fixed it this morning! What have you done this time?!” You drop your bag to the floor, and peel off your coat with a frustrated groan. You are going to get fired, there was no way Kano would believe this. You are completely and utterly incompetent. No other reason. Your fault. “It’s those darn computer gremlins again.” He gives you an apologetic smile and shrugs with frustration at the computer gremlins. You sigh and wave goodbye to Kabal and Tremor, both eager to watch Ninja Mime’s latest adventure. This one was in SPACE and it was going to be amazing, and you were going to miss it. Nooooooo! You stomp over to Erron’s computer, your mouth twists into a grumpy pout. “That is it. No more computers for you! you want to do some work; then you can bloody well do it on a typewriter.” Erron replies with a “Heyyyyyyy” and a laugh. The throb between your legs from the laugh can just sod off. No more. Not when you were going to be unemployed and unemployable after this. Who was going to hire you? What could you put on your CV? ‘Failed IT support worker’? ‘Only capable of turning a computer on and even then it’ll probably turn itself off again when you’re not looking?’ ‘Can steal FBI or Special Forces secrets but can’t keep an old man’s computer running for more than 3 minutes before it’s broken again’? ‘Want to play Solitaire? Well don’t ask me, best try the sudoku in the newspaper instead’. You’re so engrossed in sulking you don’t notice Erron get up from his comfy chair to stand behind you as you perch on the crappy stool with no back (it had no back because Tremor had tried to sit on it). It was only when strong hands find your hunched shoulders and begin kneading at the tightly knotted and sore muscles, that you look away from the ‘blue screen of death’. “I’m sorry, but I’ll make it up to you, Sweetheart.” By the Gods his fingers are truly magic. His thumbs are rubbing magic circles into your shoulders and it feels soooo good. “Mmmhhhhh?” Maybe he is a God, the God of massage.? You close your eyes, your head rolls back and you enjoy the moment. Heat radiates from where his fingers touch you, heat that only gets stronger when it reaches your face and between your legs. He finds one particularly knotted muscle and you can’t help but groan your pleasure as his thumb circles the spot. His chuckled reply tugs you back to your senses and you quickly shrug his hands off you. Thank the Gods you have your back to him so he can’t see your positively flushed face. You quickly get back to tapping away at the keyboard, but your hands are shaking so badly from the intimacy, you struggle to hit the correct keys. “You sure you got that, Sweetheart?” The computer indignantly beeps at your clumsy fingers. “Says the man who has trashed enough computers to practically bankrupt Kano.” Your hands continue to shake and your thwarted desire swerves into anger. “I’ve made you mad.” “I haven’t been out in FOREVER, and just as I’m about to go out, YOU go break your computer. AGAIN!” “Ain’t my fault your boyfriend doesn’t take you out.” Why did he sound almost happy about that? Hang on… You spin around to face him. “What boyfriend?” “You know, the dwarf.” “The.. what?” “Your boyfriend, the hairy dwarf.” He folds his arms, and shifts his weight to one hip. He doesn’t seem too happy talking about this mystery boyfriend, whoever they are. “Is this some sort of joke?” You honestly have no idea what he means. Maybe he’s drunk or Kabal has told him this for a laugh? “I don’t think so?” One of his eyebrows rises in puzzlement. “I don’t have a boyfriend. I don’t have a hairy dwarf boyf.. why do you think I have a hairy dwarf boyfriend?” Maybe you have a secret boyfriend so secret you don’t actually know you are in fact dating him? Piotr, who runs a very seedy strip club in the seedier part of the city, is a dwarf, (and you only know him because Kano is friendly with him, he’s a bit scary), but he’s balding. Who does Erron think you are dating? “You said you did. You know, you were talking about him being all small and his hair got everyw…. He’s a cat ain’t he.” Erron has the good grace to look embarrassed at his idiocy. “Obviously.” Is Kabal recording this? This is ridiculous. “Shit.” “Yup.” “Then.. uh.. you should go catch up with Kabal and Tremor.” “I still have your computer to fix.” This was going to be such an awkward few hours. Sitting in the office in silence because the pair of you are idiots. “I can do that.” He throws out a warm smile. “Really. The man who can’t even use a mouse without breaking it, can fix this mess?” You can’t help but roll your eyes. If he even so much as looks at the computer it will probably catch fire. “I maybe exaggerated my lack of skills.” His smile wavers, and slides from warm to worried. You are going to kill him if this was going where you suspect it is going. “I maybe might’ve deliberately caused the error.” He holds up his hands in surrender. Yup, you’re definitely going to have to kill him. “I maybe did some classes a few years back when I was at a loose end.” “…… I’m going to kill you!” “How ‘bout I make it up to you? I take you out for dinner, there’s this patisserie we can go afterwards for the best pastries in Moscow. Hell, you wanna watch that film, let’s go.” His eyes plead with you not to hate him, but right now, you really do. “I have a hairy dwarf who’ll be better company, thank you.” That he was possibly asking you out and that he wanted to actually go out on a date wasn’t registering. All you can think of is the waste of time and how humiliated you feel. Everyone probably knows and has laughed at how utterly clueless you are. Kano is going to fire you for being shit at your job - after he finishes laughing. “Heyyy, Sweetheart. I’m sorry. I just wanted to spend time with you.” He really does sound sorry. His eyes go all soft and warm and apologetic and Gods, he is beautiful and you really do want to believe him. “You really thought it was accidental?” He tries to hide a smile and can’t stop one eyebrow from raising quizzically at the thought that you’ve been so utterly clueless. “Well… you’re… there weren’t computers around when you were young…younger, I’m just an idiot aren’t I?” The-all-too brief warmth and fuzziness from thinking maybe there might actually be something there between you dissolves back into embarrassment from being tricked so easily. You grab your coat and bag and leave the office whilst Erron stares after you.

Chapter 2

The flat is dark and cold when you finally get home. The bus had been late, and Russia in autumn is hardly the most fun time of year to be kept waiting at a bus stop. Fur-lined boots and a thick fuzzy coat are nice enough, but do little to keep your body from freezing outside in the colder months. Still, the flat has semi-decent heating, and a thick blanket and a fuzzy cat happily purring on your knee whilst you drink coffee soon has you feeling a bit warmer.

Thinking back to earlier you have to admit you’d have liked a boyfriend, and no matter how humiliating what had happened earlier was, you still wish that this boyfriend was Erron. Your cat, Bob, was great company, and he would never play mean tricks on you, but great company as Bob was, he didn’t keep you quite as warm and quite as tingly as Erron possibly could. Sensing your traitorous thoughts, Bob nudges at your hand with his fluffy head to demand attention, purring happily when you indulge him and tickle under his chin. You give him a kiss on his fuzzy little head as way of an apology for being so utterly traitorous. Soon your thoughts switch to worries that you’ll be fired once Kano finds out about Erron’s trickery. Actually, Kano doesn’t fire people; he has them eaten by pigs or whatever it is that scary gangster criminal people do. Who will look after Bob? Your bottom lip quivers as you think about Bob, all alone in the dark, unable to open his tins of cat food without opposable thumbs, meowing sadly for someone to change his kitty litter. A moment later you force a smile. No more feeling sorry for yourself! You aren’t some pathetic pushover, this means war! You won’t just put a mouse in Erron’s drawer, you’ll put three rats in there and upload his screams to Youtube. He’ll find 30 chickens in his flat and you’ll steal his lunch every single day. You’ll swap all of his guns for water pistols and laugh when he cries about it. A loud buzzing from the doorbell pulls you from your thoughts of revenge. It’s probably Kano and some hungry pigs, so you take three deep breaths to prepare yourself. Scooping up Bob and tiptoeing to the door, you peep through the spyhole to instead see Erron waving at the spyhole. Muttering various threats, you open the door and give him your best pout. “Cute kitty.” He holds out a pink box with gold cyrillic lettering across the top. “I’ve come to apologise.” You keep up your pout and take the box with your free hand, then try to nudge the door closed with your hip. Erron laughs and strides into the flat, giving Bob a quick tickle on the head. 3 minutes later and Erron has taken over the kitchen. He has his own coffee, has eaten two of the amazing pastries he’d brought and Bob is his new best friend. The cat winds around Erron’s feet, meowing for attention, steadfastly refusing to stop even when you refill his food bowl. Traitorous beast! This must be payback for earlier. “You don’t like pastries, Sweetheart? I can go get somethin’ different?” The bastard throws you a smile that would normally have your knickers falling down, but you’re still feeling sorry for yourself, and Erron-Bloody-Black is not going to get off this easily. You have to keep up the pout so he won’t suspect your revenge plans. You shake your head and turn to tidy the counter-top behind you, thinking hard about a plan of attack. How about stealing his hats and replacing them with hats identical in every way except the hats were all just slightly too big? Your plan of attack is quickly ruined when strong hands find your hips and give them a gentle squeeze. Your spine tightens, and you hope your gasp of pleasure wasn’t audible. Lips brush your ear, and when he speaks, his warm breath sends a huge shiver right through you. “Please, Sweetheart, I’m sorry, don’t hate me. I promise, I’ll make it up to you. You want me on mah knees?” The thought of Erron on his knees is enough to make you shiver again. A hard pulse hits you right between the legs. Oh fuck, that was unfair. “It’ll take more than that.” “More cake?” He presses a very soft kiss just below your ear. Another pulse hits. Your legs quiver but you just about manage to keep yourself upright. Your knickers are going to evaporate. “You didn’t give me a chance to eat them.” Your voice is surprisingly steady but you chew on your lip to stop any pathetic noises escaping, just in case. “Dinner, every night for a week. We’ll get dressed up all fancy and go to the ballet, then spend the weekend in bed.” His voice is lower now, rougher. Another kiss sends more shivers through you, nerve endings sparking. Your fingers grab onto the countertop to stop you slithering to the floor. “That’s pretty presumptuous of you.” “You don’t wanna spend the weekend in bed with me?” Your stunned silence is answered by low laughter and him pressing a kiss to your neck. The tip of his tongue teases your tingling skin, and this time you can’t stifle your reaction. Erron takes your whimper as an invitation to slide his hands to your thighs and tug up your dress so his fingers can find bare skin. You lean back against him, his warmth quickly bleeding into you. More prickles of heat fizz through your nerves and aim straight for your core. Strong fingers dig into your thighs as he tugs your dress higher, inch by inch. Warm lips pepper kisses down your neck to your shoulders, lightly dancing his tongue over your increasingly sensitive skin, chuckling to himself with your every moan and whimper. You grip the edge of the counter harder and let your head roll to the side to give him more of you. Each touch from his mouth sends sparks down your spine and you can feel a slickness between your legs. Oh fuck... “This ok, Sweetheart?” Your reply is a mere mumble but he still gives you a moment to decline his touches, his mouth and fingers still upon you. You quickly force a “Yes, please”, and are rewarded by fingers sliding to your underwear, skimming so gently over the silken fabric to tease you. You whine at being denied his fingers and receive a gentle bite to your shoulder in reply. Then he’s gone. Your dress slithers back down to cover your thighs with you almost doing the same and slithering to the floor. You turn and watch him stride through the open door into your bedroom. Luckily he can’t see how your face scrunches into a desperate pout from being denied. “You comin’, Darlin’?” Your reply of “Well I would have been” is mumbled through gritted teeth as you trot after him, wishing you have even an ounce of self-control. He sits himself on the edge of your bed, reaching out to a hand, tugging you to sit on his lap, your legs straddling his as you face him. His large strong hands cup your face, and with a smile he presses the softest of kisses to your mouth. He waits for you to respond, then kisses you again once you kiss him back, a little harder and a little longer this time. His thumbs brush your face, then his hands are holding you close to him, close enough to feel both his warmth and his heart pounding as hard as your own. He is intoxicating, his heat, his mouth, his hands, and you want him more than anything. Your fingers find his face, stroking over his stubble prickled cheeks to learn how he feels, your touch light, nervous at finally being able to indulge yourself. He smiles at your touches and pulls you harder against him so you can feel his burgeoning hardness through his jeans, his smile widening when you wriggle to feel him, delighting in feeling his arousal because of you and enjoying your own arousal demanding attention. Your skin prickles with building desire and impulsively your hands leave his face to tug your dress up and off. He kisses you again, unbuttoning his shirt between every press of his lips to yours. His hands are then all over you, your back, your ass, stroking your skin, teasing you with the gentlest of touches then squeezing you hard enough to make you gasp between your contented sighs. His mouth moves from your lips to your neck, his teeth and tongue teasing louder gasps of delight from your kiss reddened lips. Your fingers stroke through his hair then roam over his chest and back, then moving over his thickly muscled arms, learning just how he feels. Erron murmurs happily into your ear and against your neck, and his fingers dig tighter into your ass, moving you against his groin, becoming more and more desperate to feel you. He tugs at your bra and when no objection is made, it joins the pile of clothing on the floor. He growls into your neck in approval at your breasts being free, and using the lightest of touches, traces the back of his fingers around the swell of your breasts and over your hard, sensitive nipples. Erron chuckles breathily at your whimpers and how you shiver from his touches, your need building as you grind down against his hardening dick encased in his jeans. Every touch of his mouth and fingers goes straight to your cunt and fuck, if he doesn’t fuck you soon, you’ll explode from the building pressure. Your fingers go for his waistband and fumble at the buttons with sweaty and shaking fingers. Erron drags his attention from your chest to watch you struggle with the stubborn fastenings. “You’re an eager one, Sweetheart.” “It’s your fault.” “Yeah, I guess it is.” He cocks an eyebrow, lifts you off his lap and lays you on the bed. Said eyebrow raises even higher when you wriggle out of your knickers and toss them aside, but it’s in jest, and he takes a long moment to gaze appreciatively at you, his smile genuine, warm and tinged deeply with desire. He tugs off his jeans and underwear with ease and tosses them to join the clothes pile, and then he’s on you. His tongue and lips find your breasts, his teasing your nipples harder ever so gently with his teeth has you tugging at his hair. You feel the graze of fingers trail down your body to your thighs that then grip you tightly enough to leave marks you’ll feel for the next few days. His long, strong fingers slide between your legs, moving them apart to finally reach your cunt. Again his touch is so light and gentle, a finger brushes over your folds before dipping between them. His thumb searches for your clit, circling around the sensitive bud as his fingers find your opening. He kisses you again, murmuring between the kisses, he whispers how beautiful you are to him, how he’s wanted you for all this time, how you feel, how hard you’ve made him and when he increases the pressure he pulls back to watch your eyes flutter closed and your teeth sink into your lower lip to stifle your pleasure. He continues to tease your clit, using your slickness to keep his touch feather light. He watches you writhe beneath him with tightly closed eyes, your back arching and one hand tangling in your own hair as he changes the pressure of his thumb on your clit, sometimes soft, sometimes rough, sometimes so feather light you beg for him to be rougher. Your feet kick against the bedclothes, rucking them up around you both as Erron pulls more and more pleasure from you. His thumb leaves your clit and he laughs at your indigent whines, instead he slides a long finger inside you. You’re so wet and needy that your cunt accepts him easily, and you soon beg for more. With a smile he adds another finger inside you, then a third, scissoring you wider, his fingers moving easily with your arousal. You whimper up at him, voicing just how good he’s making you feel, and how you want to touch him. He kisses you when you reach out to grasp his long, thick cock, stroking him harder, feeling the velvet softness of the skin over iron hardness. Your kisses quicken and deepen, tongues entwining, teeth biting at the others lips, desire building so quickly that every touch is almost desperate. When you whisper how you want him inside you he eagerly slides his fingers from you, pushing your thighs wider apart, staring into your eyes as he first strokes his cock harder, your arousal on his fingers coating his length along with the pearls of precum that weep from the crown, then rubs himself against your folds. He pauses, taking the moment to breathe, then tormentingly slowly, he pushes himself inside your hot, wet heat. His thickness feels so good, stretching you so wide you can’t help but voice your pleasure. He groans a reply and almost tauntingly slowly, he pushes deeper, his thick cock stretching you more than his fingers could. He pauses, allowing you both to catch your breath and adjust to just how perfect the other feels. He gazes down at you with heavy-lidded eyes that shine with more than just desire, his damp hair messy, strands sticking to his forehead. Agonizingly slowly, he pushes forward, his cock stretching your cunt wider and wider as you cling to him, until he’s filled you completely. Again you kick at the bed, the sensations overwhelming you, your head light and fuzzy, your skin buzzing as sweat beads along your scalp and chest, dampening the backs of your limbs, and between where you and Erron lie against one another. Erron groans with pleasure and kisses you open mouthed, eager and lust-filled, just so happy to be with you. He tears his kiss-swollen lips from yours to take deep breaths and you stare up at him, every nerve tingles with sensation, your cunt so tight around his cock. You stroke a hand through his damp hair and whimper uncontrollably as he snaps his hips first backwards, then forwards. You nerves delight in the friction and beg for more and you’re unable to stop from begging him to fuck you, fuck you hard and fast and to fuck you now! The pace starts out so slow, his fingers digging into your hips, his mouth on yours then moving to your neck, hot breath on sweat slicked skin. Your legs wrap around him, pulling your hips upwards, angling you so he’s even deeper with each thrust, his cock making your nerves sing from the friction and the need for more. Your fingers are in his hair, tugging and stroking and you whisper and moan your delight at feeling him inside you. When neither of you can take it anymore he speeds up his thrusts, still achingly deep, are brusingly hard, your cunt so tight around him that the sensation is almost too much. Sweat rolls down the back of your legs, prickles in your hairline and down spine. Your hands are everywhere, gripping at him, holding your writhing bodies together, and slipping on his hot wet skin. The tightness in your cunt starts to radiate to your thighs and spine. Your thighs grip him tighter and you whimper your pleasure and beg for more, desperate for a release. His replies are muffled, his mouth is in the crook of your neck and when his thrusts start to quicken yet further he lifts his head to gaze down in your eyes, watching as you come undone beneath him. He whispers encouragement, delighting as your pleasure builds into a fire that overwhelms and burns, every nerve aflame and so bright. You cry out and let everything wash over you, your body writhing as Erron keeps moving inside you to prolong the feeling and let you ride out your bliss. His hands paw at your hips as he comes mere moments after you, hips thrusts jerking and stuttering, spilling deep inside you, grunting loudly with his own overwhelming pleasure. He’s heavy as he lies panting on top of you, the pair of you struggling to breath again and calm your pounding hearts. Erron chuckles breathlessly, kisses you between deep breaths, rolls first onto his back, then onto his side to face you and props himself up on one elbow. “Think I’m broken.” You snuggle up against him, reveling in the afterglow, in how your hot sweat slicked skin feels in the cool air of your apartment. “Guess I have a talent for breaking things.” He smiles. He can’t keep his eyes off you. “I hate you.” “I know.”

[samshogwarts]

Hiii✨8,15,34 for unusual asks??

Thank you for the ask 😘😘😘😘 I just answer for me and Samantha. Because.... I can. I don't know why. Lol. XD hope you like it.

8: What would you say is your best quality?

Me: mmmhhhhh. Hard question. I think I am entertaining. Maybe? XD. I try to be open and like to try new things. Even if they might seem a little crazy at first. So I think you can have a lot of fun with me.

Samantha: I think it's my passion for life? I'm a bit dreamy at times, but I try to enjoy life. I think I'm very similar to my creator in that point.

15: What is your favorite word?

Me: There are a lot of words that I like. For example Super Kalifragilistigeexpialigetic (Mary Poppins). And Meh. It is more of a sound than a word that I say when I don't like something, am dissatisfied or just want attention.

Samantha: cac. It's the gaelic word for shit and I really like the sound. I am not a cursing Person like my creator, but cac is a God word.

34: Do you get jealous easily?

Me: Not in the past, but I've changed a lot over the years. I think I would be jealous faster today.

Samantha: Depends on the situation. But roughly I would say no. I am not a jealous person. Or at least it will take me to get to that point. (Side note from me: and then she's anything but in a good mood)

[myblacknightworld]

I've started Arrow like, three days ago, but I have watched two episodes in two and a half days. But now, like, I'm on the verge of finishing with ep 16 and I'm in love! With! Felicity! And! Oliver! Also, how the entire season is set up! With all the flashbacks! I love this setup! I love how the flashbacks intertwine and mesh up with the present events and also fuck Malcolm and omg that's! My! Baby! Son! Roy!!!! AJSJKDJFKGHSF!!!!!!!! MY BABY SON IS HERE!!!!! And I also can't wait for the first crossover episodes with Flash and Supergirl!! Now that I think about it I should rewatch and finally finish Supergirl... Mmmhhhhh... And maybe I should also start Flash (tho no one - and I mean no one - will talk to me about WestAllen. I have a strong... disliking for that even tho it's canon - yes I have eyes and Tumblr isn't exactly the sneakiest one about ships. Especially when I'm searching for Superflash. And. It. Just. Gives. Me. Gifsets. About. Fricking. WestAllen -)

Anyways folks! I just want to announce that Arrow is becoming a fav in less time it took Steve Rogers to become buff from scrawny that he was!!!

[cyberrat]

but cyber, what about omega bakugou getting all sweet and whiny on some good good alpha cock

ooohhhh mmmhhhhh

It would need to be super sublime Alpha cock tho. maybe someone who fights with him a lil beforehand and forces him into submission >:3c

[missamyrisa2]

Seeing that exposed tum with you moving how you were made it look like you were suspended with your arms above your head and all I could think about was lovely amy hanging with her feet off the ground for all of us to come and tickle that devastatingly ticklish belly, feathers and makeup brushes along that perky belly button, a couple people to tickle and worship your feet all of us there with the goal only to make you scream in ticklish ecstasy as we gave you as many gigglegasms as you could physically handle and maybe some more past that

That is allllll the kinds of rude and meannnnnhh and silllyyyyy~!! Whyyy would anyone want to see such a thing or ppppartakeeee that's not for partaking no youuuu can't partoooook meeee that's mmmhhhhh my sillyyyy self hanging swaying trying to run with my silllyyy long legssss wiggling wildlyyyyyyy you know just because there's a belly exposed and ticklish doesn't mean you have to tickle itttt and I"m not ticklishhhh anyway those are just conversation soundssss excuse meee for trying to get some non-word vocables and class this meeting up you have to go and add ticklessss you jeeeeerkkksssss no worshipping I'm not worship-able that's a crimeeee you can't worship meeehehe I can't take ittt don't make me sparkleeee don't make me make fireworkkksssss!

[elaera23]

The SCM Gods taking a family picture

“Okay guys – please stand together!” you give them a warm smile, happy they agreed to your proposition. All the gods are gathered in the living room of the mansion and start moving together so you can take a “family” picture.

MC: Krioff… I can see you are hiding behind a pillar.

Krioff: *comes out grumbling* I don’t get why we have to do this. I don’t like pictures.

Karno: Come on Krioff, Humans really love memories like this!

MC: Can someone hold Aigo up? He was laying somewhere on the floor by the last try…. and Partheno move a little more to the left, please

Partheno: *gets closer and inconspicuously rubs his front on Teorus back*

Teorus: *pulls away* Partheno man, give me some space! I would prefer when Goldie would switch places with you…

Partheno: I’m just doing what the princess asked me to… *looks innocently*

Huedhaut: You have my sincere condolences Teo *smiles*

Tauxalouve: I would prefer to have the little Lady rather in front of me… *grins*

Huedhaut: Charming like always Lou…

Scorpio: *forcing a smile* Just… take… the frickn’ … picture!…

Leon: *yelling * You stupid fish - stop squirming!

Ichthys: Eeek! *startles and accidentally socks Scorpio in the eye*

Scoprio: GODDAMN IT ICHTHYS – you fuckin’ problem child!

Ichthys: *shrieks and runs over to hide behind Dui* DUI, HELP MEEE! Scorpy wants to kill meee!!!

Dui: Damn Ikky, don’t drag me into this!

Aigonorus: *wakes up* …. hmmm… what’s going on?

Taxolouve: Same as always Aigo…

Aigonorus: Meh… ok. *closes his eyes and falls asleep again with his head on Lou’s shoulder*

Leon: Oh Zyglavis, your hair looks a little bit stale. Here, let me fix- *reaches out with his hand*

Zyglavis: *shoves Leo’s hand away* Don’t you dare to touch my hair rabid lion!

Ichthys: Hahaha Ziggy, why do you sound like a ghetto girl?!

*Teo, Dui, Partheno, Hue burst out laughing*

Zyglavis: *gives them an incredilous look*

Leon: You’re such a stick in the mud Minister Ponytail… *leans over and whispers in a seductive voice* …or maybe you are not as anal-retentive as you want to admit yourself? *smirks devilish*

Zyglavis: *face flushes slightly* You pretentious lion, do me a favour and shut up.

MC: OK, 5 seconds guys! *runs over to the gods* Say CHEEESE!

Leon: *moves closer so he stands shoulder on shoulder with Zyglavis* Wait and see my dear kitchen scale...

Zyglavis: I warn y-

Leon: *looks at the camera, gives his biggest grin and releases his power to maximum towards Zyglavis*

Zyglavis: *instantly closes his eyes and chlenches his teeth as he tries to suppress a moan - his face flushing in a dark crimson tone* oh god...mh….mmmhhhhh…!!!

Camera: *click*

Ichthys: Oh wait, wait, nope, I think I blinked. You know what, I definitely blinked, can we retake it? *smirks*

Scorpio: What a fuckin’ pain in the ass

MC: *runs over to the camera* Well that’s actually the best one yet! Wait …. Zyglavis, why is your face so red?

Zyglavis: *points at Leon* This is far from over Lion. *walks away a little stiffer than usual*

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@iluvsexyvoltageguys thank you again for your inspiring words 😘😘❤❤🌹

[sage-nebula]

MCU ?

Favorite character:

PETER PARKER. ♥ He’s a precious, adorable, snarky, resourceful cinnamon bun. I love him, he’s the greatest. Peter aside, though, my favorite from the original Avengers line-up is a tie between Tony Stark and Thor.

Least Favorite character:

At the moment? Sorry, but Steve Rogers. I’m … mmmm. I don’t hate him, but I’m immensely frustrated with him, and the fandom doesn’t help.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

Umm … hmm. This is difficult, because I’m honestly not crazy about any romantic ships in the MCU. Like, my top favorite relationship is the father-son relationship between Tony and Peter (IRON DAD & SPIDER SON FOR LIFE). I’m honestly having a hard time thinking of romantic ships for this, and I’m mostly just picking ones out of the air that I’m okay with, rather than ones I actually ship. So idk, I think I’ll just skip this one for now, haha.

Character I find most attractive:

Thor. Also Tony, but also T’Challa. AND VALKYRIE.

Character I would marry:

Umm … honestly, I feel that Sam would make a really good husband. On the other hand, if I married May, then I could adopt Peter as my child, and that’s really tempting as well …

Character I would be best friends with:

I don’t know about best friends, but I feel like it would be hella fun to hang out with Thor. I also feel like Loki and I have similar senses of humor when it comes to teasing others, and so it’d be fun to troll people with him as well (so long as he wasn’t attempting to rule and/or kill people again).

A random thought:

This isn’t random, but the fact that it’s been rumored for a while now that Tony won’t be in the second Spider-Man movie has me hella highkey worried. I’ve got some real concerns. 

An unpopular opinion:

Probably the fact that I prefer Tony over Steve. Also maybe the fact that I tbh feel like Bucky is more heroic / a far better person than Steve is at this point. (Yeah, my Civil War feelings might be a bit complicated, tbh.)

My canon OTP:

Romantically, Tony/Pepper, I guess, but again, I’m not super passionate about it. However, platonically the answer is Iron Dad & Spider Son, and yes, that is canon:

“We made those deaths impactful, emotionally, because you have an emotional connection with those characters and it’s difficult taking someone like Peter Parker and putting him in that position. What 16-year-old wouldn’t want [to] go in such the way it’s shown? So we set up that relationship between he and Tony Stark in separate movies to lead to that moment. It’s a father-son relationship.”

That was said by Joe Russo himself. Iron Dad & Spider Son is canon and I’m living (but also dying at the same time).

Non-canon OTP:

Umm … idk, honestly. Like I said, I’m really not passionate about romantic ships in this fandom, haha.

Most badass character:

Tony Stark, a mere mortal, has been the only being alive capable of making Thanos shed blood. I.e., he is easily the most badass character we have in the MCU to date.

Pairing I am not a fan of:

Steve/Tony, but that’s probably obvious, haha.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

Steve Rogers. He’s supposed to be your typical, classical hero, but starting in The Winter Soldier he has actually been written as an antihero, and that would be fine, it even makes him interesting to some degree, but the fact that MCU still seems to want us to see Captain America as some shining example of pure heroism despite the fact that he isn’t means they’re not doing their job properly. (The fact that the fandom, however, still blindly buys into the fact that he is a shining example of pure heroism is … mmmhhhhh.) 

Favourite friendship:

Well, it’s more familial than friendship, but IRON DAD & SPIDER SON IS MY ENTIRE LIFE as far as this fandom is concerned. Alternatively, I do love Thor & Loki’s relationship, Peter & Ned are absolutely precious, and Tony & Bruce are great as well.

[thebritishteapot]

Tag game

what’s your favourite song(s) to sing/hum? I’m a bit obsessed over Dragonball Super atm so I’m humming the openings constantly

what are your favourite flower/tree/plant (all 3 or whatever you have an answer to) Really anything that’s green!? I love trees!

favourite colour(s)? It depends. I’m going through a pastel pink phase, as you might have noticed

what do you always doodle (if you ever do) Eruris and my OCs

how do you take your coffee/tea? If you don’t like those what’s your fav warm drink? Tea with milk and nothing else :) Black coffee if I’m desperate for caffeine, but what I make is basically just a bean soup

favourite candle scent? I like those fresh scents like clean cotton or sea breeze...

sunrise or sunset? I heard sunrises are nice, although I’m never awake for those

what perfume do you wear if any? I never wear perfumes. They used to give my mother headaches so I’ve never worn them, and now I’m indifferent to them

what’s your go to dance move when you’re alone? The “Move your arms desperately like you’re drowning” move

favourite quote? “Let’s get sushi” and “Hold my beer”

favourite self care thing(s) or routine(s)? Nice cup of tea with biscuits and something to watch. On special occasions, like my birthday, I treat myself to a hot bath with bath bombs

fuzzy socks or house slippers?  BOTH! DOUBLE COZINESS EXTREME

what colour are your eyes? Brown

what’s your favourite eye colour on others? Bright and light coloured. Like super bright green or blue

favourite season? why? I can never decide. If days were longer I’d say winter. But in Scotland I really like summers. I hate them in Italy, the air is unbreathable and everything sticks to your legs

cheek, neck or nose kisses? No kisses are the best kisses

what does your happy place look like? A green forest with soft moss to lie down onto

favourite breed of dog? Pit bulls, but I love them all PLEASE GIVE ME ALL THE DOGS

do you ever want to be married? If so what colours would you pick for your wedding theme? Nah. But if I had to I’d choose the forest mentioned above as setting, and I would love to have lots of white and bgreen and maybe subtle hints of gold

silk or lace? Mmmhhhhh..... lace? I don’t wear any of them tho. I’m too poor

favourite weather? Overcast, rain, snow

Thank you @zedsdead1001 and @shippingeruri for the tag!!! It’s the turn of @erwinsalive and @erurilicious if they want to!