#neck scar cw

[pinkcadavart]

Peekaboo

[citrusinicake]

in another universe

[lazycranberrydoodles]

eepy hualesbians for a wip fic / follow to get fucking lesbianed!!!

[p1nkc4lyps0]

Damn these twinks built completely identical huh, wonder what that’s about

[strangersatellites]

dustin making the comment one day, eyebrows furrowed and voice suspicious, “i thought that scar on your neck healed up already?”

steve’s hand flying up to his neck because it did. it did.

he flinches at the tender feeling and briefly wishes that eddie would spill something on his last clean pair of jeans. maybe that he sleeps through an alarm.

quick on his feet he rattles off something about “new laundry detergent. gave me a rash i guess.”

thinks that sounds better than the truth.

better than “that’s where my boyfriend squeezes his hand around my throat when we have sex.”

dustin doesn’t need to know that.

[cherrirui-official]

You'll never guess who forgot to repost one of their favorite fanarts from Twitter on here

!! CW // light blood, like really light but it's there !!

This is literally one of my favorite drawings I've ever made like no joke and I just... Forgor :[ but since ya know the last episode is out now's a good time as any before I forget again.

@saltydkart-reblogs

[muppenthings]

To counter my art slump I played around with a little "What if" with Keiki. What if the crew wasn't around to adopt him?

In this alternative universe, he was instead feared and they tried to eliminate him before he grew too big. They failed and instead created a fearful monster.

Made a little drabble to go with the image!

CW: Fear, dehumanization, that's it I think

The Ocean Watch had lost track of the big beast a few weeks ago, keeping all sea travelers on their toes. 

Captain Boone was no stranger to navigate through the Serpent’s Isles, named after its high population of sea serpents. The serpents were nocturnal, making daytime travels perfectly safe.

Or so he thought.

An ominous rumbling and the distant crashes of waves brought the captain out of his daydream.  Soon it was followed by the fearful cries of his crew to look towards the cliffs.

For a delirious moment, it looked as though the ocean itself was rising into the sky. 

It kept rising. 

And rising.

The captain and the crew all came to the realization that it was a head, taller than the very cliffs around them. A cold, blue eye locked onto their ship; they had unknowingly stumbled upon the great beast. Boone struggled to take in its features, everything on its face was so absurdly large. 

How did he miss it sailing into the isles?

The beast pulled its lips up in a snarl. 

An overwhelming sound filled the air, the sheer volume of it making everyone on the ship cover their ears, the vibrations rattling their very bones. 

It went on for a few seconds before mercifully petering out. Able to gather his thoughts again, Boone realized that it had been a vocal warning from the beast. All reports from the Ocean Watch inform that the beast only offers a single warning before striking a ship down.

He immediately ordered his first mate to alter their course, praying to the gods that the beast would understand that they were heeding its warning and turning around.

The turning of the ship felt agonizingly slow for all of its occupants holding their breaths and watching the immense beast intently. The isles trembled as it adjusted itself ever so slightly, sending a hail of boulders tumbling into the ocean below. 

If the cliffs hadn’t been between the ship and the beast, the captain didn’t doubt that the waves resulting from the movement would capsize them. 

To all of their relief, the beast did nothing else but watch as their ship turned tails. Its lips went down over large fangs again but it kept the glare until they were little more than a speck in the horizon.

[theperplexednavigator]

Just a few doodles of Randall, Moths, Gaspar, and Shadow as I try to recover from Thanksgiving anxiety.

[rt-arts]

these images are not of decent quality but fuck it. we ball

[helldreamz]

first post for me woohoo!! i drew me!! + a close up and a little kevin :]

[he/xe/it please!!]

[pinkcadavart]

Bright and shining star

[thirt13n]

i stg every time i get a new tattoo i immediately want to give share another one even though i know it's got to be something small and easily concealable which limits location options, but also means more surprises for her SO's to find that aren't .... y'know ... knife or b/ullet wound scars..... for a nice change.

[fictionkinfessions]

for my canon injuries:

i can't remember any major ones, aside from a scar on the side of my neck from a glass shard from a mirror i broke. there were definitely ones i don't want to mention

i was very prone to biting on my own skin though, on the insides of my mouth and the sides of my nails, etc. i was a creature of habit clearly. and this isn't so much an injury but i had anemia and sensitive skin, so i'd get impressions of computer wires all along my skin whenever i fell asleep cradled up in my room. it was kind of embarrassing

— lain

☄️

[bitten-fruit]

Simon forgets how strong he is

18+ MDNI - cw: bruising - ~700 words

just some Simon Riley NSFW brainrot ♥︎ - part 2-ish, and part 3-ish here!!

Simon forgets how to be gentle.

When he's at war, fighting and shooting and killing day and night, all he knows is hardness. Brutality. Ruthlessness. His hands and heart grow calloused and rough in his months away from you. Using his unfathomable strength to survive is what he grows used to, it becomes second nature.

But it's your softness he remembers, to keep himself sane. It's all he thinks about. Dreams of.

The way the flesh of your hips, your ass, your breasts, your belly, pillows so deliciously between his fingers when he squeezes his handful - so warm, so supple. The way your vanilla-balmed lips graze his scarred skin so tenderly, however undeserved your sweetness is.

And when he finally returns home, after months of missing, craving you - when you stand in the door, honey thighs bare by virtue of the black panties you wore just to torture him, soft tummy peeking out from under your crop-top - he just can't restrain himself.

You greet him with your sugary smile, stretching up on your toes to curl your loving arms around his neck - your gentle voice, music; "Si, ah! I'm so glad you're okay…"

The moment your velvet skin touches his, his shackles crumble. Like a beast starved, he clutches you. Mammoth arms curl around you, constricting, gripping you eagerly like you might be a dream; liable to turn to a memory, to smoke.

His avaricious embrace lifts your feet from the ground, though he doesn't mean to - he burrows his nose and mouth into the crook of your neck, lets the curls of your hair smother him and fill his chest with the faint scent of your fruity shampoo. Fights every urge to take a bite, like you're a ripe nectarine.

Growls into your skin, through his jaw; "I fuckin' missed you, love. Christ, you have no idea how much I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby…" you coo into his ear, even your breathing is tender - he can't take it.

So he ferries you immediately to the sitting room, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, lets you coil your buttery thighs around his waist as he sits you on his lap on the sofa.

His wide hands take their greedy handfuls of your body - of your waist, of your hips, of your thighs, of your ass. Finally indulging the impulses he had dreamed about for so long - the very image he had fucked his fist to more times than he could count while parted from you.

With his teeth on your shoulder, tongue laving your warm skin; "So fuckin' soft," he grumbles deeply, and urges, "pretty thing. So soft. Fuck, I missed you."

His cock is hasty to grow boulder-solid under his trousers, and he chastises himself - but you answer with a cloying giggle, grinding your mound against its rigidity as if to torment him.

"Mm, you did miss me," you tease, little brat.

Then in an instant, all he can think about is the softness of your syrupy pussy, the gumminess of the inside of your cunt as its walls caress and milk his cock like it was built just to fit him.

You make him fucking ravenous, so voraciously eager to have you that he doesn't even notice his hands turn to vices around your flesh - fingers burrowing so deeply into the cheek of your ass that he might break through the skin.

"Ah!" You yelp, "Ow - Simon - you're hurting me-"

Your squeak of pain is enough to immediately shatter him - so he rapidly lifts you off of him, protecting you from his impulse. Stands you on your feet so that you're no longer victim to his inability to control himself.

"Shit, I'm sorry-" he grunts under his breath, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's-" Your brows curl in worry, turning to look at where he had clawed you - and he sees the purple bruises where his hand had wrenched the flesh of your ass, the red lines where his fingernails had nearly punctured you. "Oh," you breathe at the sight, "…wow."

Drowning in visceral shame, he can barely bring himself to touch you again. But your soft hand caresses his hair, running through the sandy tresses - you, somehow, the one to comfort him.

"It's okay, baby, I know you didn't mean to," you purr fondly, and he leans forward to shamefully press as soft a kiss as he can into the bruise he gave you. Fucking monster.

"I'm sorry," he croaks into your skin, hoping his guilt will reverse his barbarity. "I just missed you."

"I know," you croon, turning to plant a loving kiss into his hair. "It's okay."

You guide him to lean back, mounting his lap again, letting your pelvis grind against the erection you were quick to reawaken.

His hands barely ghosting over your skin, he restrains himself, touches you carefully.

You whisper, into his stubbled cheek; "I'll show you how to be gentle again."

[soulendured]

WINTER AND CHRISTMAS PROMPTS // @freckledboss: ❛ you look like you're freezing. come on, let's warm up inside. ❜ (for Tony)

❝ I'M ALRIGHT, HON. I LIKE IT OUT HERE. ❞ Is he cold? Tony can't remember how long he's been outside now that he thinks about it. He came out for some fresh air and here he still is, even now that his heart has settled. He feels himself shiver a moment later and nods, giving her a smile. ❝ Never mind. I stand corrected. ❞ He pushes himself up to his feet and heads back into the warmth.

[mintmatcha]

cw: kids, reader has birth control implant

"Do you have something to tell me?"

Bakugo still has half of his hero uniform on, smudges of grime and soot across his face and neck. There's a clear, white demarcation where his shirt was and a trail of dirt behind his boots.

"I just fucking vaccuumed."

"I'll do it later." He quickly dismisses, even as he begins to kick off his shoes. "Why are there condoms on the grocery list?"

You shrug and go back to parusing on your phone. "We'll need them."

"For fucking what?"

You shoot his a glance, one eyebrow lifted. "For sex, dumbass."

"Dumbass." He repeats back, tone high and mocking. "We've never used a single condom our whole relationship-- you let me cream you the first fucking date."

You wrinkle your nose, even though he's right. There hasn't been a day since that first date that you haven't felt the delightfully uncomfortable wetness of cum sliding around inside you.

"Don't say it like that- you're gross." You raise your arm and gesture to the little scar there. "My birth control has to come out- its at the end of its life."

He rolls his eyes with a grunt, arms crossed tight over his torso. "That's it?"

"You were the one who said a kid 'maybe next year,' so we'll need condoms until then."

Bakugo plops down on the couch next to you, throwing your calves over his thighs. "We'll just move up the timeline. Start making one now, baby for the summer. No condoms."

"No."

"No?"

"No. I don't want to be pregnant in the summer. It's too hot to be carrying another human-- and I want to drink on the beach."

Bakugo looks at you with a grimace, lip curled up to show gum. "Are you fucking serious?"

"We can start trying in, I dunno." You count on your fingers, trying to do the math. "End of August."

"August?!" he gapes. "Motherfucker. I gotta call Kirishima."

"About condoms?"

"I gotta ask him about saving his brats onesies." He leans back on to the couch, brow knitted tight. "There's no way I'm not knocking you up by accident before August."

You shoot him a glare.

He meets your eye. "Keep giving me attitude and you'll have a bun in the oven by next month."