#need so badly...

[lilithsterrarium]

scrolled your blog really far and saw the cute one about the small girl on a quest to write a bestiary...

traveling through a patch of tall grass and somehow "encountering" every tiny skittering thing out there

SHHFHSHD EXACTLY

On a wild expadition to document every known creature of the lands, big and small... as it turns out, the small ones are much more... eager than she was expecting...

Pinned down easily by every fantasy bug, every little critter, anything you can imagine easily overpowers her... whether they see her as prey, maybe an incubator, or... more... is to be decided... on the bright side, she gets a MUCH better look on how they function~

[pawsometoons]

I had a vision

[teem-boo]

had to get this out of my system. good game.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Finally caught up with Apothecary Diaries. I can't believe they gave Maomao a gun.

[tempo-takoyaki]

In honor of my "gege am i ugly" post getting over 10k notes, here's a "san lang am i ugly" version of it. Featuring: how I'm picturing Hua Cheng 90% of the time.

[jobycewl]

On my list of top ten things I thought Shen Qingqiu would say: NOT THIS

Read the fic here!

[sammick]

pookies covered in blood 🤤

[flonflonflon]

SO. I WATCHED YOUNG JUSTICE. Red Hooded Ninja I need you so bad...... did some more scribbling to cope o(-( Very upset that they did not further elaborate on him / Jason Todd before cancelling the show?? At least. that's what I read everywhere. I'm late to the party as always.. ,,,give me a Nightwing arc including Jason please please please I love his total of 3 minutes of screentime on there, I am so starved I still have hope

[holeforzenin]

☆ CAMPING WITH TOJI <3

Synopsis - You and Toji went camping with some friends.

Not proofread

"Shhh better be quiet baby" Toji's hot breath fanned your face above you from the brutal mating press he had you in, his mean cock stretching your pussy to accommodate his size as your greedy cunt happily swallows it in everytime he plunges himself into your horny fuckhole.

"Fuckk s'good, feels so good inside tof me toji!" you cried out as your toes curled because of the intense pleasure you were recieving, you whimpered as you saw the way droplets of sweat was dripping from his bangs down to the side of his jawline because of the way he was fucking you like some wild animal with no control.

"Come on baby, what did I just fucking say? Be a good girl and stay fucking quiet yeah?" he grunts as he forcefully stuffs two fingers deep in your mouth to silence you since your always moaning like a fucking whore everytime he dicks you down, as much as he loves hearing your sweet moans and your nasty mouth, your friends were right outside the tent he was pounding you in so you had to be quiet. He continues a harsher pace inside of you, jamming his cock in and out of you ruthlessly as if his life was on the line, your wetness was soaking his thick cock and balls as the pile of pubic hair that sat on the base of his cock brushes right against your clit increasing the intensity of pleasure you were receiving that had your cunt drooling all over his dick.

His heavy balls kissing your tight asshole every single time he thrusts himself into you as your boobs bounces up and down against your thighs because of the fucked up position he had you folded in, he gritted his teeth as your muffled moans became louder causing him to pull his fingers out of your mouth and just press his large palm against your mouth tightly to shut you up better.

"Love daddy's cock so fucking much that you can't even shut the fuck up for a few minutes hm?" he groans with a smirk as he put your legs over his board shoulders then bends down into you causing yourself to be folded even deeper as his face are just mere seconds away from you, the smirk he had plastered on his face making his scar look even sexier had your eyes rolling back as you moaned into his hand.

He had you fucked so dumb that spit and drool were escaping your mouth into his hand as he hisses, trying his very best not to be too loud because the way your warm cunny felt throbbing and gripping around his cock so fucking good was making him lose his mind.

"Or maybe you just want everyone outside to hear how much of a dumb whore you are getting your needy pussy stuffed and fucked in broad daylight?" He teases as he mumered a low "fuckk" from feeling the way your hole clenches around his cock tighter to his words.

He chuckles, "Yeah is that right? you want them to hear how much of a little slut you are, crying on my cock like this? Your pussy is so fucking soaked I bet you would'nt even care if we get caught cause all you want is your dirty slut of a cunt pounded and split open by my dick hm?"

His dirty talk was well enough to have you creaming around his length once again, rings of your cum decorating his fat cock as he continues bullying your g spot with his cockhead. He groans huskily as you felt his dick throbbing inside of you as you pussy continues coating it with cum.

"Holy fuck, such a loud bitch when your getting dick" he eyes annoyingly widens at how loud you were being while cumming even with his hand covering your mouth. There was no fucking way someone didn't hear anything.

"Always so fucking noisy, gonna have to fuck you with your face down next time, that'll surely shut you up"

[pangur-and-grim]

oh? does a little guy wanna come out on the catio?

[joyousjunelynne]

wonder how that’s going for him

[pythonmoth]

cw: violence. torture. waterboarding. hurt/no comfort.

> i haven't written in a long time. it's good to be back.

× framed traitor f!reader x lt ghost. poly tf141.

Part 1

Traitor.

That's what Price thinks as Simon and Soap drag you from the table, nearly choking on your food as they give you no time to understand what's going on.

Alarms ring in your ears as you force the piece of stale bread down your throat, trying to stand on your feet but they're taller than you, so your feet end up dangling, useless. You take a deep breath, your voice shaking as much as you are.

"What's going on? Is this some kind of sick joke?", you ask, looking at Simon, desperate to find an explanation for this other than the anger and torment in his eyes.

Simon doesn't answer. Nobody does. Soap's grip tightens, but he doesn't say anything, his expression hard.

No.

No.

You can tell they are not joking when you realize they're taking you downstairs. Sweat rolls down your face, fear creeping from the base of your neck to your toes, making you snap. You beg them to tell you what's going on, to explain why you're being dragged down there. You kick and struggle, a sob ripped deep from your chest as you start screaming, begging for a reaction. And then, pain.

Tears fill your eyes when it's Simon who hits your stomach with his fist, effectively shutting you up. You can smell the blood from past tortures mixed with bleach, and, distantly, the scent of forgotten wet rags. There's something salty in the air, and that's when you freeze, the pain in your stomach becoming nothing compared to the fear that grows in your chest.

They know you.

You've been with them for nine years. They know your fears.

"No. No. Please. Simon, Johnny— Please, please, please" you beg, sobbing as you can't do anything but go limp and heavy in their grip, doing the best you can to keep them from tying you to the chair. But it's useless.

Stars and colors dance behind your eyes as a fist connects with the side of your chin. You wonder if it would be better if they made you pass out right now. Maybe if you bite your tongue, it could—

"Gag her" Price tells them.

He's trained you for nine years.

He knows you.

You try to bite down on Johnny's fingers as he stuffs your mouth with an old rag, but it's difficult when your senses are unfocused after such a hard punch. The rag wet and disgusting, the scent and the taste making you sob again, shaking your head, your eyes big as you look at Simon.

Please.

Then a wet rag is pressed to your face. You inhale sharply as cold buckets of salty water are dropped right on your face, the cloth making it impossible for you to breathe. Salty water fills your lungs, making you choke and cough around the gagging rag.

You can hear questions, accusations, but you're paralized with fear, with pain and grief.

Grief.

They've been your friends, your family for so long. It's impossible to tell if you'll live through this. It's impossible for you to think of them as anything but monsters.

You know they usually did this with traitors, with enemies when it was necessary.

And you know they never enjoy it.

You've scolded Simon for smoking so late at night, you've had so many drinks next to him when he can't even speak. Simon often flinches awake from nightmares, startling you and then sharing quiet nights side to side.

You know this.

But then Simon hits your face again, taking the rag out of your mouth, and you can't find the love you have for him. It's expelled from your body with each hard cough, with each drop of blood falling from your nose.

"Did you not hear me?" Price demands, his arms crossed. "I'll ask one more time, then."

Smack.

Your chest is heaving, the fear so paralizing you can't even feel each punch as much as you should.

"What did you tell them?" Price continues, not looking one bit anxious for you to answer. He stands in front of you, his feet dry despite the salt burning your lungs.

"I don't know what you're talking about" you manage, looking up at Price, your eyes wide and bloodshot.

With a hard yank on your hair until your head is thrown back again, you're gagged once more, and the rag is pressed to your face. The salty water keeps on filling your lungs, unable to breathe, unable to cough around the gag.

You can't say anything. You truly don't know shit.

Hours later, when it becomes clear you won't speak, Price kicks you across the chest, hard, and the chair flips back.

You're tied up to the chair, exhausted and wet, your lungs burning with salt.

Memories of you as a child, nearly drown to death by your cousins, fill your mind. It had been a good day, until it wasn't.

Simon had held you when you told him, kissed you, and tucked you in for a good night sleep.

Johnny managed to make you crackle when you told him, patting your head, and saying your cousin had awful skills.

Now, there's nothing. Nothing but pain, and the burning in your lungs.

The door springs open, and the three men leave.

Only then do you close your eyes, passing out.

Masterlist | Part 2

buy me a coffee

[loumandivorce]

assad on daniel's turning. what the fuck.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Murderbot TV show is finally here!

[tendercherie]

can someone baby me please for the love of god

[lxnarphase]

g. satoru who is a massive pervert and always wants to inspect your pussy after a day out with him, knowing his little touches and teasing whispers had you dripping, soaking those cute lacy panties. his long, slender fingers dipping just his fingertips in, clicking his tongue when he realizes just how drenched you are.

"she's soaked, baby...listen t' her, you get this wet for me?"

the way he talks about your pussy makes your mind so hazy, eyes fluttering as he teases the entrance, the slow in-and-out motions coaxing more and more slick from your hole. "ohh, you're dripping so much," satoru coos into your ear, a pout on his face.

"can i put them in, baby? can i put my fingers inside you?"

he barely waits for you to nod before they slip in, and you both moan. you're so tight, so hot, so messy inside, and he can feel how you squeeze and clench around his fingers, trying to egg him on to move.

"oh...fuuuck," he moans, seeing that the simple move has thick cream dripping around his fingers, the milky liquid making his cock throb in his pants at the thought of being buried deep inside you, that cream dripping down his balls as he fucks up into you.

"she's so messy, so sticky, such a sticky little pussy," he mutters, fingers suddenly picking up a deep, fast rhythm. not even your hand grabbing his wrist to get him to slow down can stop him. he wants to hear those wet noises you're making, hear how sloppy and sweet he's getting that puffy cunt.

"sticky an' creamy cunt doesn' want me to take away my fingers? hm? ohh, but babyyy, don' you wan't 'toru's fat cock in you? mhm? mhmm?"

he's so fucking perverted with his words, it's making tears drip down your face with how good it makes you feel, how it sends pangs of pleasure and need up your spine. you try to tell him to shut up, but he just curls his fingers up, pressing against that spot that makes slick spurt out of your cunt.

"oh, she's squirtin' all over me, look at how that made you gush! didn't even cum, but you're squirting, so cute, dumpling! c'mon, c'mon, fuck my hand, fuck your hips up into my hand s' i can kiss that cervix with my dick before i cum in you, babyyy...get yourself nice 'n' relaxed for your satoru."