#ooooooh yeah

[mariatesstruther]

kinda wanna write a fic where maria does something stupidly dangerous and tommy gets 😌mad😌

[book-keeper]

Snippet Tag Game

Post an unposted snippet you've written from a WIP of your choice.

Tagged by @ironheartwriter 💖

“Hello! You must be Yugi. Solomon has told me a lot about you.” He walked closer and Yugi’s eyes traveled over what exposed sun-kissed skin he could see. As the other man came to stop in front of him and put his hands in his pockets casually, he realized he hadn’t said anything back.

“H-hi! Yes, I’m Yugi. Sorry, he didn’t tell me your name.” Yugi was surprised when the other man just laughed at that.

“That doesn’t surprise me. He’s been an absolute firecracker since you wrote that you’d agreed to look after the farm. He can be a tad forgetful when he’s excited, can’t he?” Yugi felt his own smile come back in response to the other’s laughter.

“Yeah, he can. It’s nice to meet you,” he said as he offered a hand to shake. The other took it firmly and Yugi couldn’t stop the shudder at the feeling of the calluses against his own smoother palms. He wondered if his own hands would feel like that before too long.

"My name's Atem. It's wonderful to meet you, Yugi. How about I show you around the valley?"

[justaz]

im a slut for post magic reveal arthur (& knights) thinking merlin has like. a smidge of magic. like he can get stains out of clothes or warm food and baths but OBVIOUSLY merlin can’t fight. that’s ridiculous. merlin doesn’t correct this notion for whatever reason - perhaps it’s best that people think that so when they’re all in danger, he isn’t registered as a threat so he can protect his silly lil guys. ofc his silly lil guys realize that they were wrong bc the bad guys get a lil too close to hurting arthur and merlin is like “nope! fights over!!” and annihilates them

[wroteclassicaly]

Bby let's muse over Steve Harringtons ass.

Warnings: Language, smut, anal play, anal fingering, ass eating, anal sex, spanking, submissive Steve, dominant Reader, and NSFW.

~*~

There’s many things that you can say about Steve Harrington. He has great hair, he has a constellation of beauty marks that even dot into his ears, his cock is the unidentified monster of Hawkins, his hands can be used as a human shield, he fights for his friends until the death, he’s loyal, he’s sweet, he’s smart, he’s beautiful, he kisses as if it’s his last day on earth… You can go on, really.

But then… there is also a rather, specific trait about him that’s undeniable. A physical presence that has turned heads of even claimed straight men. It doesn’t matter what he wears, whether it’s swimming trunks, sleep pants, sweats, or those sinful little Levi’s that belong in a museum — it is always on display, front and center. There is no getting past it, zero capabilities to deny it. Steve Harrington has a fat ass.

A perky, shapely, cheekily cut, juicy, bite-able, fuck-able, slap-able — deliciously sinful… ass.

You didn’t start out as his girlfriend, no. Just his best-friend, one that had agreed to benefits, before things became too vulnerable to ignore. And the more open emotions were, the more open things in the bedroom became. Steve was only alright trying new things with you, and the opportunity wasn’t wasted. So you’d showed him with a very targeted rental from the store, assuring that you’d checked in out by yourself under a fake name.

The woman had been taking her scene partner in several stages. First with her hands on his ass, slapping until it reddened, almost resembling a blossoming bruise. Secondly, prepping him with a finger. Thirdly, her face had been buried between his sore cheeks. And the finale, you had to help Steve take off his jeans, pulling his cock out for him as she accustomed to the harness, taking him in wild ways that Steve had taken you.

“Do you like what she’s doing to him?” You spoke into his ear, kissing at that one freckle inside, your fingers wrapping around his cock, thumb stroking off the pre from the head.

“Yeah…” his voice was choked, so low and raspy that it sounded as if his vocal cords had been drenched with molten lava. “What does it feel like?”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the screen, hues of blue and orange from the television set reflecting off his blown pupils.

“You want me to do it to you, Steve? Guys have a spot, just like girls do.”

“You mean my prostate, right? I know it’s a place… inside me… there. Is that it?”

You brushed his hair off his already slicked forehead. “That’s right, baby. Right in between your legs, buried deep inside of that tight, unused hole.”

He trembled impossibly, and that is when things got started.

~*~

Steve loves spankings when he’s over work and just needs to unwind. How your hands can make it hard for him to sit, to focus on anything that isn’t you. The way you grab him, pull him apart to observe like he’s on display over your lap.

Steve adores when you just grab him after a shower, through his towel or jeans, giving his ass a little lift or smack. Just staking your claim, feeling him up.

Steve will admit to calling you up several times a day, just so he can ride your fingers in the bathroom or stock room at work, addicted to watching his cock kick and drain all over the floor. He’s already been able to touch himself, but it still isn’t the same as you.

Steve isn’t able to process what happens when you split him open and bury your face in his backside, not permitting him to touch himself (unless you feel giving). You eat him the way that he eats your cunt — animalistic, with one goal. Letting him fuck his opening onto your tongue.

Steve can attest to his eyes crossing several times, upon seeing you in your harness, the shivering trepidation as he props his head on his bicep and strokes himself off at the sight off your dripping pussy as you adjust to the toy. He’ll help you step in on occasion. And the many positions. Depending on what the other needs, you will take him on his side, in front of a mirror so he can see how perfectly beautiful that he is, soft on his back for closeness as you go chest to chest, deeply on his stomach with a taught arch and sweet little pleas from his gifted little mouth, hard from behind, hand on his hair (sometimes in public, even at work. you have become addicted to watching him squirm after, knowing he’s gonna fuck you that much harder for getting him in that state), legs on your shoulders or around your waist, him riding you against the headboard or whatever surface you can find (even in his car), bouncing on top of you and riding you, his hands on your tits for purchase, cock leaking all over your stomach, balls wet with the arousal that has leaked across your thighs — any and everything that you can think of.

It’s safe to say, you’re in love with Steve Harrington’s ass. And will forever worship, remaining eternally faithful to its perfection.

[merlucide]

Incorrect quote pt3

them: oh by the way, if you speak ever speak disrespectfully again about my wife I’ll kill you

rude beatch: ...

them: sorry that sounds like a joke- I will actually kill you.

(JJK) GOJO!!! GETO, megumi, MAKI, itadori,

(MHA) KIRISHIMA, MIDORIYA, todoroki, HAWKS,

(HQ) ATSUMU, OSAMU, SUNA TENDOU, sugawara, TSUKISHIMA, OIKAWA, iwaizumi, SAKUSA, kuroo, kageyama, bokuto

(BLLK) SHIDOU, ISAGI, BACHIRA, CHIGIRI, RIN, KUNIGAMI, KARASU, HIORI, NESS

(KNY) RENGOKU

delulu is the solulu 🤭

made March 18th 2024

[snackugaki]

[theguardianace]

/POS /POS /POS

[naladrawssss]

bro i need to draw overhaul BADLY

LIKE HORREDOUSLY

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HES SO BABYGIRL

the way i can draw him wihtouht a reference FINE is CONCERNING

sighghhghg i need to do my biology and chemistry

i hate science fr (i just wanna draw my bbgs forever)

like aizawa tooo oooooomg hes my handsome little guy (hes like twice my age)

[sauronism]

adar emulating sauron in his secretive enjoyment towards those who submit before them means a lot to a very completely normal individual like me. sauron slithered within him the day he offered adar his wine. he envelop his mind with his invisible roots, cowing him towards vengeance, and feed him the bliss of a tyrant. he may not see it yet, but in time, he will be in the same position as his affair partner. the corruption of it all.

[cosmikazie]

im gonna go to sleep but i have a request for guidance from the ISAT players that i know or that follow me or whatever. WITHOUT SPOILING ME (bc i wanna experience this game as blind as i can) what was your strategy to beat the king

[qcomicsy]

Honestly I'm starting to hate big villains and events on cannon (yes I mean the court of owls) every shit that happens is because of this mf

[mrcowboydeanwinchester]

beautiful man + situation + opportunities to get bloody = incredible show

[bubzterr]

can u imagine. like the child soldier-ing was bad enough but being at the bottom of the ladder and punching so ‘high’ above your station all the time and no one letting you forget that you’re not ‘supposed’ to be there forever and ever and ever like damn bitch i just wanna go on club penguin and eat rocks

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

Lloyd’s upbringing in your fic fascinates me. I wanted to ask if he was able to interact with literally anyone else but his mom, and how often he was allowed to actually leave the apartment and be outside, bc from your fic’s implications he a) only meaningfully interacted with his mother, and she was apparently often absent both physically and emotionally, leaving him alone often and b) he left the apartment like once a month maybe. The fact that his mother, an authority figure, was his only constant form of human interaction must have had such an impact on his development, not to mention the lack of variety in settings. What did he think of the shows he must have watched, seeing characters make friends? What did he think of normal kids getting to make friends and go places without having to dress up and hide? I imagine he must have been so jealous and confused. Idk just thinking ab the psychology of a child who was isolated from the entire world for 13 years straight. If you wanna use this ask to expand on it pls do

He was 'literally allowed to interact' with other people, it just...usually never went well. I actually have (read: had, ofc now that I need it I CANT FIND IT) a whole deleted flashback scene from Book 2 where Koko takes him over to another apartment for him to be babysat/have a playdate, buuuuut he winds up biting the other child (even though Lloyd did it in self-defense due to the other child bullying him for his looks). But beyond that, interaction with others didn't not happen, it was just exceedingly sparse (and almost never without Koko around, which I think is something Lloyd mentioned at one point or anther—)

It is true that his mother was his most consistent source for of interaction, and Koko being Koko really did try to give him as much to work with as she could—it's why he's so smart but so awkward with his approach at time (luckily he has a little green element empathy to push him in better directions, usually). And yes, they had their monthly visit to the markets, but she'd take him to parks and the movies and stuff like that when it wasn't too busy, but those experiences also thinned out as Lloyd got older and she got busier, which we know Lloyd is resentful of.

But yeah—if you were constantly shown glimpses and only heard in stories about what life was "supposed" to be like and you were only ever tempted with the occasional chance to get to experience any of it, you'd be jealous and downright pissed too (especially when your own mother wouldn't tell you why)! Outside of the Garmadon thing, it's the other reason why Lloyd ran away (and why he's still mad at his mom/doesn't want to go back to her)—he couldn't take it anymore, and even though he hardly had any idea of what he was doing, it was still better than *drumroll* being stuck in a cage! Even if Darkley's was a primarily bad experience for him, it was still an experience (if not his first real one he made himself; hence why so many characteristics he picked up from there still stick with him and why he gives the students there the benefit of the doubt later on in Book 3)

...As early as the next chapter ,Lloyd even thinks to himself that despite all the bad that's happened (and is currently happening to him) that this is the first time in his life that he's ever actually lived—

And that alone makes him smile.

(really, how ironic, to be a 'master of life' and yet never having the chance to 'master' it at all)

[skyfcx]

Examine! Scourge's Guy Fieri Ass Jacket

Examination Station || Prompt

Scourge's Jacket: ❝There's at least one person in existence that finds it fashionable...❞

     You're no trend chaser, but even as someone who doesn't often wear clothes, you know the look of a try-hard. You almost gag thinking about how cool Scourge must think he looks whenever he's flaring the collar on this thing. Though, all things considered? Especially when factoring in the excessiveness of its owner? It's a rather simple jacket. You had to give credit where credit was due, you've seen flashier designs. (Then, a thought crosses your mind: would Scourge be happy or sad to hear that?)

>DISCARD >STORE >INSPECT

ROLLING FOR: [INVESTIGATION] Result: 21 (12)+9

     You inspect the black leather. It's surprisingly both soft and smooth. A trait of real leather. Apparently the 'king' wasn't one to skimp out regarding aesthetics. The sleeves, too, are torn intentionally. They're perfectly imperfect, really helps with the chaotic vibes he gives. Finally, flame decals decorate the shoulders.

    ��Thumbing across them, you soon notice a material difference.

     You had never really gotten up close and personal with Scourge, so you've never spotted it, but— the hot rod flames adorning his shoulders are patches. Sewn-on with a delicate and well-trained hand. Who the hand belonged to remains a mystery, but this fact remains true: they weren't a part of the jacket's original design.

     Something tickles the back of your mind...

ROLLING FOR: [HISTORY] Result: 20 (16)+4

     Turning the jacket back and forth between your hands, the mind returns to the clothing accessory's origins. To Scourge's origins. You had to be no older than five or six at the time... when Scourge was still Anti-Sonic. Had you ever even interacted with the guy back then? It was mostly Sonic, Knuckles, and the rest of the other Freedom Fighters handling him. But you remember clearly: the spitting image of your hero Sonic the Hedgehog, now with the additions of a black leather jacket and a pair of matching shades. No fire in sight.

     —Oh, right! You rack your brain further... Didn't his jacket have a crossed-out circle on the sleeve back then? Your curiosity almost demands that you undo the flame patches and see if it's still there for old time's sake. ...But at this point, with the history this jacket holds? It feels oddly disrespectful.

     Once again, you had to give credit where credit was due. Scourge has certainly come a long way since then. No longer is he simply Evil Sonic. He is Scourge the Hedgehog. And as someone who's spent a considerable portion of their childhood feeling like an understudy to something greater, you can respect that.

Tails has gained 1 Affinity Point towards Scourge!

     No, no... you couldn't quite believe it either.