#nah this is actually so pretty

[lanawinterscigarettes]

I like to think that there's at least one version of The Doctor out there somewhere in the vast multiverse who would've done anything to keep Jack Harkness by their side and never would've left him alone in the first place :((

[5ueckers]

pretty girls

pairing : azzi fudd x reader

warnings : smut.

notes : azzi 😍💞💓🌸💗💗🪷💖🥰💝💘🌼🌺🌺❣️💞💞💞 thats all.

words : 1898

you and azzi collapse onto the couch in the dorm, exhausted. drunk. annoyed.

tonight was a dud, to say the least. you’ve barely had any time to go out and have fun, like you should as college students, because of basketball and junior year being the absolute worst when it comes to your workload. and then, on the one night you do have off, free of practice for the next couple days and all your homework turned in, both the guys you planned on spending it with turned out to be absolute dicks.

yours had seemed nice enough, in the beginning. he’d been the one ask you out after over a week of staring you down in your shared econ class, take you, azzi, and the football player she’s been talking to out to some club in hartford, and then back to his place after a couple hours of dancing and taking shots. but just as he’d gotten you back to his dorm and out of your clothes, he’d said something so boyishly disgusting, it’d taken real reserve for you to not to slap him before pushing him off of you, re–dressing, collecting your things, and getting the hell out of there.

it’d been pure coincidence that azzi texted asking if you could meet with her as you’d stumbled out of werth tower, phone in one hand and your heels in clutched in the other. you’re not sure what happened with her and her football player— it couldn’t have been good, judging by how her makeup was running. you’d felt bad, and held her hand the whole uber ride back to the dorm, the pad of your thumb caressing the back of her hand.

“want a water?” you ask the girl, tiredly. you’re still very much inebriated and standing could result in a pretty embarrassing fall.

she nods, though, and so you decide to risk it, stumbling into the kitchen and at one point using the wall for support. you grab two bottled waters and pad back into the living room, handing one to azzi and sighing as you sit back down next to her, close. you can feel the heat from her body radiating onto you.

“that fucking sucked,” you gripe, recalling the night, earning a weak, drunken laugh from azzi.

“dudes…” she says, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her water, eliciting giggles from yourself. a single word is enough to get her point across; men fucking suck.

“ugh, and i’m still wet,” you murmur to yourself, the alcohol in your system removing any filter you’d have otherwise. you and azzi are close, so this is probably the least provocative thing you’ve said to her tonight; you both laugh at the statement. you shift uncomfortably and tug at the end of your dress. you need to get out of this chiffon and take a long, hot shower.

azzi turns to look at you, one of her curls falling out of place. she still looks so pretty, even though her makeup had gotten messy. her big brown eyes and perfect, clear skin and full lips. how could anyone fumble her and live with themselves?

“what?” she giggles at how long you’ve been looking at her.

“nothin’,” you smile back. “you’re just too pretty to be crying over some guy.”

then, azzi leans in and kisses you. she pulls back to assess your reaction, before kissing you again when you don’t look petrified or disgusted. you let her slip her tongue into your mouth this time, and surprise yourself with the little moan that comes with it, eyes fluttering closed. your back naturally arches to push up against her.

you lose track of how long you make out before azzi’s hand finds it way to your knee, resting there gingerly, “can i…?”

“like, finger me?” you ask dumbly, because fingering is definitely a step above kissing. plenty of girls that are straight and just friends kiss each other, even make out. but you and azzi are crossing into the territory of actually having sex.

seeing as you play basketball, the conversation of sexuality has obviously come up before, often. every other morning, actually, as paige feels the need to recount her sexcapades to you all. you hadn’t really thought about yours until you got to uconn, and then decided to quietly give yourself the title of unlabeled, while still just hooking up with guys because that’s all you knew. you didn’t think azzi…

“it doesn’t have to mean anything, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she assures you, her tone surprisingly casual, like she’s trying to convince you to try a new drink at the bar or attempt a shot you haven’t tried before at practice, not breach the basis of your close but purely platonic relationship. “we’re just having fun.”

you consider your position— on the couch, in the dorm, basically out in the open. the other girls had gone out, too, to ted’s, of course. but knowing them, with a schedule this clear, they won’t be home any time soon. and wet is an understatement; you’re practically aching down there, you need to be touched so bad. what could it possibly hurt?

“okay,” you say, finally, a smile slowly spreading over your features. azzi pecks your lips once more before sliding her hand further up your leg.

never having done this before, you’re nervous as you part your thighs, just slightly, still confined by the tight dress, but then her hand is there, warm palms caressing your skin and inching closer and closer towards your core. you gasp when her fingers finally graze the thong you’d put on, feeling a rush of wetness between your folds at the small contact.

“is this still okay?” your friend asks, voice barely above a whisper, and you nod, almost embarrassingly quickly. so she keeps going, experimentally rubbing you through your underwear and you keep gasping, bordering on whimpering with every touch.

“here,” azzi climbs off of the couch and positions herself between your knees, encourages you to push yourself forward by grabbing onto your hips and finally pushing up that dress. when she finally gets you out of your thong, carelessly tossing the garment aside, it’s less like she’s actually trying to get you off and more like curious touching, unknowingly sending you closer and closer to the edge as she spreads your lips open, drags her index finger up from your slit to your clit. “you are really wet,” she muses, pulling her hand away, bringing her thumb and index finger together just to pull them apart and watch as a thin string of your arousal connects them. you blush, suddenly embarrassed, thighs twitching. “it’s okay, just relax for me.”

she smiles up at you so sweetly, and you’re trying to, throwing your head back and closing your eyes and trying to even out your breathing, but then she’s bringing her face toward your cunt, flattening her tongue against you and licking upward, sending shockwaves up your spine, and you can’t help but squirm and whine. “open your legs a little wider, y/n… good girl,” she instructs, and your head practically feels like it’s swimming at the words, unbelievably sexy in her voice.

“a–az,” you want desperately to grasp at her hair, but know how long it took for her to style her curls, so you opt to just fist your hands into the sofa and cry out when she sucks your clit into her mouth.

the way azzi’s using her mouth so well and holding your legs open with a firm grip on your thighs makes you wonder if this is her first time with another girl, too. she doesn’t look grossed out by the taste or confused on how to make you feel good. if anything, when she drags her tongue down from your clit to your entrance, licking into you, she seems all too happy to responsible for the long, drawn out moan it elicits from you, and repeats the motion until you’re practically crying. when you feel your heart start to hammer against your chest, you know you’re not going to last much longer.

azzi removes her mouth from your pussy, but quickly replaces it with a pair of fingers, working over your clit at high speed while she presses wet kisses to your thighs. all it takes is a few more flicks of her wrist to make you cum, thighs trembling and toes curling into the carpet. she doesn’t stop playing with your clit until your moans turn into winces, signaling that you’re being overstimulated.

you feel almost delirious as azzi climbs into your lap, arms looping around your neck. it feels almost natural for you to place your hands on her waist, looking up at her like she hung the moon. “was i good?”

“i can’t feel my legs, i think,” you rasp in response, earning laughter from the girl, before she leans down to kiss you, the taste of your own cum potent on her lips and tongue.

as the kiss intensifies, you just go with the flow, letting your hands slip past the hem of the crop top azzi had worn. you push the fabric up until its bunched up at her chest, glad to find she went braless, and, tentatively, take her breasts into your hands, fondling them gently. azzi chuckles at your obvious nervousness and lack of experience, but her laughter quickly melts into soft moans as you take one into your mouth, sucking firmly— you don’t think you’ve ever heard a prettier sound. you don’t think you’re going to be able to just go without ever hearing that sound again.

releasing her nipple, you let your free hand travel down to the button on azzi’s shorts, popping it open, and pulling down the zipper with haste. despite the constricting denim, your hand still fits into the opening, past the hem of her panties. you figure it can’t be much different than getting yourself off with your own fingers, so you just go by what you’d do if you were on your own, rubbing slow circles into azzi’s clit to work her up before quickening the pace.

she buries her face into your neck, moans muffled as her hold on you tightens— you take that, and how wet she is, as a sign that you’re doing it right, and continue until you feel her physically shaking in your arms. “fuck, y/n, i’m gonna—” she cuts herself off with a high–pitched moan, and you continue to rub her clit through her orgasm until she stops grinding down against your hand. you rub her back, also, feeling that you’re actually kind of good at this. that you could get used to it.

the exhaustion from the night seems to hit you both like a brick, all of a sudden, and you both just sort of slump over in that position, limbs tangled and all.

[stoat-party]

You have beef with Desdemona because you subconsciously associate women in authority with that one teacher from second grade and imagine them to be shrill and unreasonable without any actual evidence.

I have beef with Desdemona because if you betray the Railroad, she chooses to use her last moments on earth to berate Deacon for no reason whatsoever.

We are not the same.

[fantasykiri5]

would you draw an esmp 1 joel?

One slutty, slutty sculptor, coming right up!

He’s admiring his handiwork

[littlestardescendants]

Guys I'm getting through and broooo...

Gabriel's such a fun villain. We should have pegged him when we had the chance (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

[infinitelilith]

I'm putting together a team

[bardsandbees]

there’s a lot of things i love about fandom but in the case of the witcher fandom they took a named but dead character from a lambert side quest in the 3rd video game where lambert has a vague emotional attachment to said character and turned him into a fully fledged, three dimensional and beloved love interest for lambert. i think lambert says his name no more than twice during the whole quest. and yet the fandom consensus on not only aiden’s personality but also general physical appearance is incredible

[betterthanbatman1]

Brrrr

[azulsluver]

I have an idea! Based on a fandom one of the kingdoms have smth called paramour, which is an unofficial lover x sugar baby kind of relationship which focuses on money and physical affection but not on emotional bond. Imagine the yans crushing on you, but they found out that you're a paramour of a student from an influential old money family in NRC (bc rich kids = got the money for dates and physical affection) or worse, a royal. Going on dates and giving physical affection for cash ? Yes please

Sugar daddy!au who? I'm just gonna say this takes place in a college. Bills are high and you gotta pay them somehow! Because there are so many handsome and beautiful men on campus how could you choose? The reader has to have a good schedule when meeting up, changing their attitude to fit the yandere's desire.

So maybe Monday for Riddle, having tea with him as he tells you his success in his major, your praises are to die for. I see him being new in having a sugar baby and most definitely will fall hard.

Tuesday would be for Malleus, he has a lot of free time yet you sadden him by spending with him on Tuesdays. Taking long walks in his private garden, his conversations are a little random but you get paid well. Out of all the sugar babies he’s had you stayed the longest.

Leona would take any day, so you schedule with him on Wednesday. And let's be real here, Leona probably has plenty of sugar babies but you're his favorite. He loves spoiling pretty things like you, a smooch would be a nice thank you.

You’re favorite out of the most would be Kalim, putting little effort to dress up every Thursday since you’ll mostly be wasted at his parties. Kalim would give you anything you wanted as long as you give him the pleasure of your attention. And he pays quite a big tip.

You get to have a free discount every Friday at the lounge! Lucky you, everything is free as long as you abide Azul’s rules. You’d be the prettiest/handsomest thing to spoil, anything you can every want would be granted for a fair price of course. And you get to sit on his lap while he does paper work or have talks with clients!

On Saturday’s is where you constantly check your phone, Idia would spam your messages; telling you where to meet up and what outfit you should exactly wear. For a shut-in he has good taste, most of your hours with Idia are left sitting and looking at a screen, you’ll leave with a couple of kisses to reward his in game victory. 

You have to have Sunday with Vil, it’s a must need. You’re pampered like a doll and have a personal collection of designer bags and clothes. Fawning over your hair, makeup and clothes, you do regular photo shoots with Vil in secret. (Rook is the photographer btw) Vil regularly tells you how grateful you should be, he doesn’t spoil just anyone.

And them finding out about you being a paramour to not them but many others?! Oh the horror! Some will point their fingers at you and some will see it as competition. How foolish of them to fall for you, you’d sigh as some come close to strangle the other, one on his knees and pleading for you to choose. The event won’t end until you make a decision, it would’ve been best if none found out about the whole ordeal. 

[raytm]

when yall talk about clearing your ask boxes and mine looks like this :

[musubiki]

I AM SO DOWN WITH THIS IDEA LMFAOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIME STRANGLED OSCAR LIKE BART SIMPSON LIKE "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!!!!!!!" AND OSCAR, INNOCENTLY, "What? I was bored. ^v^"

[spoopy-moose]

reading scholarly articles about pathologic when its so obvious that the writer didn't even properly play the game and actually only played like the first half of 2 and then confidently putting their opinions out there like SHUT UP

[shokupanko]

Your art is so cool :DDDDDD

Also can you draw an Oliver or a kazehiki (utau) please /nf

I thought it’d be a good time to take this request :D

Happy 12th Anniversary Oliver!

[mymelodyisme]

Is this a repost? Yes. Do I care? Yes. Will this get 🚩? MAYBE.

*dabs violently*

[fear-no-mort]

one last pic of them being happy for the road

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

Ah.

So therein lies the source of the competition.