#pankie animation

[pankiepoo]

whee

[godlizzza]

Can we see Herbert 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 to be Dan’s teacher? 😳

"This C- isn't going to cut it for that scholarship, Dan."

"Oh, please, Mr. West. I really need this. Isn't there anything you can do?"

Herbert suppressed the urge to sigh through his own embarrassment. Dan just blinked up at him demurely from his desk chair. Herbert felt ridiculous just standing there in the middle of the room, hands on hips, while Dan batted his eyelashes at him, biting his lip to fight off a grin from overtaking his face. He didn't know what Dan was more delighted by, this whole roleplaying thing or seeing Herbert flustered.

"Dan," Herbert hissed under his breath, turning his burning face away. "This is stupid..."

"No, no. It's not- You're doing great," Dan scrambled to say, breaking character long enough to squeeze Herbert's hands reassuringly. "Just- Ask me for something. Anything." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Make me earn that A."

Herbert tried to glower down at him, but it was hard to stay cross with Dan staring up at him like a little kid waiting to hear what he'd gotten for Christmas. So, Herbert sucked in a breath and tried to imagine himself as a pompous professor and Dan as some eager bimbo, ready to bend over backwards to get a passing grade.

It was surprisingly easy.

"Fine," Herbert said gruffly, pulling his hands from Dan's grip. He fumbled with his belt for a moment then undid the buckle. "If you want that scholarship, you're going to have to show me how much you want it."

"I want it," Dan agreed, bobbing his head vigorously. His eyes, wide and hungry, were glued to Herbert's hands on his belt. "So bad."

"Then...Then get over here," Herbert said, his voice wavering as he pointed to the patch of floor in front of him. He was finding it difficult to maintain the ruse of an authority figure when Dan was licking his lips and eying him up like a feast.

"Yes, Sir," Dan replied, eagerly scrambling onto the floor. He was down on his knees in front of Herbert, running his hands up Herbert's thighs and squeezing his ass. He stared at Herbert's growing erection straining at his fly and sighed prettily, "Won't you take your cock out, Mr. West? I promise I'll be good for you."

"Oh, my god," Herbert muttered, the skin of his face so hot he was sure he must've been bright red.

He dragged his zipper down with shaking fingers, and thankfully Dan took the lead from there, reaching into his underwear to pull his stiff dick out. Dan seemed to be enjoying his role as the ditzy cock slut quite a bit, particularly when he closed his eyes and wrapped his mouth around the head of Herbert's dick. He moaned obscenely loud, and Herbert had to bite down on his knuckles to keep his own choked groan at bay.

Herbert supposed Dan had okay ideas. Sometimes.

[kingleethehumblefool]

Furry Art Dump

[xen-xa]

Okay, I'll say it in the safety of Tumblr.

I don't feel like playing the new FF game because it has mandatory(?) sex scenes in it. I just... I don't like experiencing that. It makes me very uncomfortable.

And if I do somehow play it in the future, I'll be skipping those scenes. Don't care if it has important moments or dialogue, it's being skipped. Hopefully the game has a transcript or something....

[slashingdisneypasta]

Captain Hook x Reader || Excerpt

Plot: Hook wakes up before dawn and he tries not to wake you up too, he does, but you're just such a pretty picture in his 🛏🛏🛏 xx

Warnings: I think he has a bit of somnophilia kinkiness in him- but don't worry, he would wake you up before doing anything. He's a gentleman. He does stare at you though and give you some affections like cuddling, cheek stroking, and a kiss while you sleep though. It is also evident that some hanky panky occurred earlier. Unedited.

Tagging: @stareena Hey! I'm not sure if you wanted this version of Captain Hook or the animated one- but just let me know! ^^

The waters were in good spirits this morning, not flat and still like a corpse but not raging like a furious school teacher either. The ship rocked gently with its waives, so if he weren't a seaman then Captain Hook would feel sick- luckily, he was an experienced seaman and he enjoyed the soft rolling. He stood and walked on it easy, following the movements with an ease you only get out of years of experience.

Years of experience that also lead him to getting up at unholy hours of the morning every bloody day, even when he didn't need to. Even when he didn't want to. When he would do anything to just be asleep curled around his darling; still slumbering in his bed, their body naked except for the throws and furs that adorn his four-poster-cot. But no, though, his body clock had long since been taught that 4 hours past midnight was his morning. And he had to listen. It was in his blood.

So, yes, it was unfortunate that he was awake and dressed, not still naked himself feeling his sweet beauty's soft skin on his this morning. But the view he had, standing at the end of the bed, was almost as magnificent. Almost.

You really were the most marvelous treasure he ever found,.. he thought, smirking down at you nuzzling a cushion. Incredibly beautiful, over worldly sexy,.. unfairly adorable. Here you were, just sleeping peacefully in his chambers, after a long exhausting night between the cot and his hips (Admittedly, he was unrelenting last night- and deserve this rest now), and here we was... ridiculously aroused.

God- how do you do it?

Rolling his eyes upwards, Hook shakes his head and tries to just leave the room- go out onto deck and boil himself a tea and just enjoy the quiet morning and the magnificent sea- but the thought of you stops him at the door. Slowly he leans back from the doorway and turns back, gazing at you again.

"... oh, pull yourself together James. You had them a matter of hours ago." He mutters, chastising himself. Again, he tries to leave; reaching for the doorhandle and wrapping his good hand around it.

Then he's slowly letting it go again, and sighing. He has never had enough, not of you. That's clear. And well... the men are all asleep. If there were ever a time for him to devote himself to you, it was now.

He takes off his feathered hat and unbuttons his red coat on the way to the bed, before leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead so soft you could mistake it for a brush of butterflies wings if you were awake. "My dear, you are just irresistible." Hook tells you quietly, as if explaining himself as the coat comes off his shoulders and he lays it at the end of the bed. Then he takes off his heeled boots, hanging over your dozing body. "Completely unfair, I must say... "

With his shirt and his pants still on, he slips back into bed; leaning against the headboard with the intention to stroke your hair and watch you rest for a while longer. When you instinctually, in your sleep, curl into him so your head rests on his chest and your hand slips over his opposite shoulder a slow smirk spreads across his face. Oh dear... "I suppose I'm not the only one who cant get enough, hmm?... "

While you continue to sleep, now nuzzling his collarbone instead of the cushion, Hook uses the tip of his namesake weapon to remove some hair from your face that was tickling your nose and becomes entranced with your sleeping face as he strokes your cheek with his knuckles.

Your delicate eyelids fluttering every now and then, your nose sometimes scrunching up, your pretty lips looking unfairly unkissed... He is besotted. Absolutely infatuated. He wants you forevor.

And he wants to kiss you. Your lips just look so perfect; soft and parted ever-so-slightly. He had kissed them for hours the previous evening, felt your tongue intimately with his, but he suddenly feels like he hasn't felt your lips for centuries. He misses your kiss desperately.

"Hmmm... " Could he manage it?... without waking you?... Spreading his own lips into a thoughtful grimace, Hook watches you needfully for a few torturous, thought provoking moments.

... perhaps... if he is particularly carefully with you,..

Ah. He cant help himself. He is a pirate, after all~ Stealing a few kisses now and then is the least he can do.

So, smirking shortly, Captain Hook leans down over your face. His hook trails soothingly down the side of your face, tracing your jaw until it reaches your chin; there it slips underneath and tilts your head gently up towards him. He can feel your slow, hot sleeping breaths on his face and he doesn't even care about your morning breath- you're far too perfect for him to ever mind something as silly as your simple human bodily functions.

Finally he feels your perfect, sweet, unmoving lips under his own. Its an odd sensation, kissing someone so unresponsive, but since its you he enjoys it anyway. He even tastes you, swiping a tongue across your bottom lip so so softly before pulling back again; satisfied. "... as suspected, my dear. You are utterly flawless, always."

When suddenly your hands glide up his chest to his neck and you guide him right back down to your, now quite responsive, waiting mouth- Hook is surprised but not displeased at all as he gives in to your sleepy request. Evidently his kiss woke you, but you aren't displeased he sees. Your lips move slowly, passionately against his and your tongue languidly glides over his; kissing him in a quiet, very exhausted, almost filthy way that has him hard again almost instantaneously.

When you release him again after a few lovely moments, your beautiful eyes crack open a little and you give him a worn-out smile. "... couldn't get enough?" Your voice cracks, from all the moaning and begging the evening before, but you're intent as ever. Oh, you are his north star, definitely. He loves you so much.

So, of course the answer is no- "Never, my dear."

"... be gentle with me."

"I promise."

[dean-samw67]

So I thought of something that would actually give me motivation to go back to the gym and that’s being delusional

So hear me out, reader is going to the gym and perving on Carlos while he works out, he confronts reader only for them to deny it and he’s all like “don’t fkn lie to me” and then hanky panky time happens

Don't Play Dumb

Carlos Oliveira X Fem!Reader

(A/N: I got you, I got you. He would probably actually have a restraining order if this was real.)

Warnings!!: Smut (Obvi), Fingering, vaginal penetration, FUCKING HONRY MFS, Don't do this irl

Words: 3537

You hated the gym. Despised it. Yet you continued to go. Why? That answer was simple. The gym hottie. Carlos Oliveira. You had pretty much learned his schedule. Maybe it seemed creepy but he was your motivation. He had dark curly hair that got more curly when he sweat, deep eyes that honestly made your heart melt. And who could leave out his fucking muscles? 

So, regularly, you found yourself walking the treadmill while watching him lift weights. You would have offered to be a spotter, but frankly you were too nervous. You had your earbuds in your ears, your show playing on your phone while you walked on the treadmill and kept glancing at Carlos. 

Something about today… he looked fucking delicious. His black tank top clung beautifully to his skin as he sweat. His basketball shorts were riding up just a bit, revealing a little bit of his thigh. Shit, you knew how pervy this was, But you couldn’t help it. 

You tried your best to look away but sometimes when he moved the right way, and his muscles flexed, you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. He made your mouth water and quite honestly, made your panties soaked. 

By the end of the workout, it was overall, cleared out. A few stragglers, including Carlos and yourself. You were wiping your neck with a towel, getting your stuff together when you hear footsteps approaching behind you. You didn’t think much of it at first, since it was possibly someone passing by you. But a chuckle brings your attention to the person behind you. You turn with furrowed eyebrows, revealing a sweaty Carlos. His face was red and his hair a mess. 

“You look at every guy like that?” He had a cocky smirk plastered on his face and his arms crossed. 

“Uh…” Your heart practically gave out. “What?” You try your best to put on an innocent, confused smile. 

“Don’t play dumb.” He steps closer to you, your heart wanting to jump out of your throat. “I saw you. You don’t need to lie.” He chuckles. You try to say something but suddenly your mouth feels dry. You were caught in the act. He probably thought you were a weirdo. Which, you probably were. But he didn’t need to know that. 

“Well I uh-”

“You need to make your perving less obvious.” He cut you off by leaning down by your ear and lowering his voice. You couldn’t help but stand like a deer in headlights. 

“I… I’m so sorry.” You quickly apologize, not really knowing what else to do in this situation. 

“So are you gonna answer my question?” He raises an eyebrow. 

“What do you mean?”

“Do you look at all the guys around the gym like that?” All you could do is shake your head, not trusting your voice at this moment. “I just happen to be the lucky man?” He laughs. 

“I guess.” You kinda squeak out, your voice clearly displaying nervousness. 

His hand slips into yours and you let out a gasp as he chuckles and says, “Good.” Before letting your hand go and walking past you. The smell of his cologne mixed with his sweat made you feel like a feral animal in its mating season. You look down at a small slip of paper that now sat in between your fingers. You open the paper up to reveal a number on it. 

***

Sitting at home, you couldn’t help but stare at the small piece of paper as it sat on the coffee table next to your phone. Was it real? Or was he trying to make a fool of you? As if you didn’t feel foolish enough for being caught today. Or maybe he’s noticed before and never said anything? God. Your brain was racing.

You inhale and hold your breath as you pick up your phone and type in his number, staring at it before typing up a text. 

Y:Hey, it's the girl from the gym. Is this Carlos?

You quickly toss your phone down as you turn on your tv and try to distract yourself. What the hell was wrong with you? You had never felt this nervous texting a man. But then again none of them had caught you perving on them in the gym until now. 

As soon as your phone goes off you stare at it, heart pounding in your chest you could barely hear your show anymore. You pick it up, reading his text:

C:So you know my name?

You throw your phone to the other side of the couch as soon as the text processes. You couldn’t really explain that you found his name out by “accidentally” overhearing his conversation with another gym member. God… you really are a creep, huh? You take a deep breath and pick your phone back up. There was another message from him. 

C:What else do you know about me?

Text was an easy way to be confident, right? Right? You take a deep breath and begin to type out a text. 

Y:Not as much as I wish.

As soon as you pressed send you wanted to scream. He’s gonna think you are weird. That sounded creepy as fuck. The way he answered so fast made you more nervous. 

C:Oh, yeah?

Was that good or bad? You couldn’t tell. 

Y:Yeah…

You let out a mini scream as a call comes through. It was his number! What the fuck!? You slowly answer it but stay quiet, unsure what to say. 

“You there?” Carlos chuckles after a minute of silence.

“I think.” 

“You think?” He laughs, sounding purely amused by your answer. 

“Mhm…” You hum as you nod, even if he can’t see you. 

“You are funny.” Your heart jumps at the compliment. 

“Thank you?” You bite your lip as you laugh quietly. You weren’t trying to be funny, but you’d take it. 

“So what else would you want to know?” 

“Huh?” You are pulled back to the reality of the situation. 

“You said you didn’t know as much as you’d like. So what more would you like to know?” You could practically hear a smug smirk in his voice. 

You couldn’t outright say his dick size. So you say: “You.”

“Me? What about me?” He questions. 

“Just… you.” You shrug as you answer him. 

“I thought I was just eye candy.” You could tell he was joking but it didn’t stop your cheeks from turning a deep shade of red. 

“I-” You pause for a moment. “I didn’t mean to-” 

“I was joking.” He quickly jumps in and laughs a bit. The sound made you let out a nervous, shaky laugh. After another moment of silence he speaks up again. “So you have a name or just ‘Hot pervy gym girl’?” The ‘hot’ part of it definitely threw you off. 

“Uh… I uh… Well-” You chuckle nervously. “Hot?” 

He lets out a deep laugh that echoes through the room from your phone. “Yeah.” 

“Um… It’s Y/n.” You answer. 

“Wow.” 

“Wow?” 

“Who knew your name would match your beautiful face.” You can’t help but roll your eyes. 

“Shut the hell up.” You laugh. 

“What?” He chuckles. 

“You are stupid.” You giggle and look at your phone. 

“Hey, that's not very nice. You shouldn’t say that to men you perv on at the gym.” 

You sigh as he says it again. “You aren’t gonna let me live that down.” 

“Nope.” He sounded very proud of himself. 

“Right.”

***

The next day in the gym was interesting. It wasn’t your normal secret staring. As you walked on the treadmill, Carlos kept making eye contact. And he didn’t even try to break it. If he wasn’t watching you watch him, he was very obviously flexing and showing off. Like he knew when you were looking at certain parts. 

You inhale deeply and let out a heavy breath as you turn off the treadmill. You grab your stuff before slowly walking over to Carlos, who was just finishing up on the bench press. 

“Spot me?” You ask, before looking at the weight plates that were on the bar. 

“Yeah. Let me help with this.” He says as he helps you take down the weight and make it even. As soon as he is done helping, he wipes down the bench. You get on and lay back as he stands behind the bar and looks down at you. He did a half ass job of wiping it down, because you could still feel a bit of sweat against your back. But you don’t say anything. Instead you look up at him as you place your hands on the bar. 

A part of you couldn’t help but picture you laying like this with him standing over you, and fucking your throat. You shake the thought as you slowly push the bar up and begin to bench press, Carlos keeping a close eye and holding his hands under the bar. 

He helps you push the weight up and back into place when finished. You grunt as you sit up and drink from your water bottle. You couldn’t help but notice Carlos’s eyes as they scan over you, a small smirk gracing his face. You look up at him and he looks away, eyes meeting a clock on the wall. 

“You know you didn’t completely wipe off the bench.” You point out as you stand up. 

“I know.” He looks back at you. 

“It’s a little gross, you know?” You wipe the bench off completely. 

He leans close to your face, lips just brushing your ear. “Not when you smell like me now.” He chuckles just before standing up and walking away, his hand just brushing your ass. You are left there to blush as you think about what he said. When you turned around, he was no longer in the room. You clear your throat and quickly gather your things, hurrying to the locker room. Fuck, this man was teasing you now. You brush your hand over your face and then head off to take a shower, hoping it’ll relieve some of your pent up feelings. 

It was nearing closing time for the gym by the time you finish. So it was mostly empty. You step out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your body. You walk over to your bag and pull out your change of fresh clothes. 

You hear the door to the locker room open, and don’t think much of it. Probably just another woman finishing up for the day. As you pull out your clothes you feel a pair of strong arms around your waist. You let out a sharp gasp and elbow whoever it was in the gut. The groan and step back quickly, allowing you to turn around and look at them. 

“Carlos!” You gasp as you see who it was. He was leaning over grunting, holding his side. 

“I would not want to mess with you. You are stronger than you look.” He laughs as he rubs the spot you had elbowed him. 

“I am sorry. Do you sneak up on women often in the ladies locker room?” You joke a bit as you walk to his side.

“I guess we both are weird pervs.” He jokes as he stands up straight. 

“Shut up.” You laugh as you roll your eyes. “I never snuck into the men's locker room.”

“You don’t want to. It's scary. And I am a man.” He chuckles as he takes a seat on a nearby bench. You scoff with a laugh as you walk back to your bag. “You washed off my scent.” He teases. 

You blush a bit as you bite your lip and chuckle. “Just wanted to wash my own sweat off.” 

“Maybe I have to make you smell like me again.” You could hear him get up but keep your eyes on your bag as he walks up behind you. Your heart was racing. 

“How do you intend to do that?” You question, your voice quiet as you fiddle with the hem of your towel. He steps up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist. This time you don’t even flinch as his hands find the opening of your towel. His hand makes contact with the bare skin of your stomach and waist. You gasp at how warm his hand felt in contrast to the cool air of the locker room. 

“May I?” He asks and you already knew what he was asking for. All this sexual tension and he still made sure to ask. It struck you with something. And in full honesty, made you want to fuck him even more than you already did. 

“You may.” You nod, your eyes fluttering closed. Carefully, he pulled your towel off of your body, tossing it on the bench with your stuff. Immediately his hands find your waist, caressing along it. A gasp escapes your lips as his mouth finds a place on your neck, kissing and gently biting at the skin. You didn’t even have to look at him. You could tell he was debating whether he should leave marks or not. And ultimately, he decided to. You could feel his mouth become a little more rough when he makes this decision. 

“Fuck…” You let a whimper escape your lips. It is easy for Carlos to tell you may be a little touch deprived. He doesn’t mind. He will just satisfy all your needs that you left untouched.

“Feeling good, meu amor?” That fucking accent while he called you that, sent you into a spiral. 

“Fuck you, Carlos.” You chuckle as a soft moan escapes your lips when his hand begins to travel down your stomach. 

“So defensive.” He chuckles. “You’ll be putty in no time, don’t you worry.” You could feel his smirk against your neck just before his fingers found your swollen clit. You let out a whine and feel your legs turn to jelly immediately. Why does he have this effect on you? How could one man do all this? 

“You are soaking wet, meu amor… Been thinking about something recently?” He teases.

“Maybe. There seems to be this guy… ah… that I think about… some-sometimes…” You stutter through your moans as his fingers rub circles on your most sensitive spot on your body. 

“He must be a real catch to have you this wet.” He chuckles as he nips at your shoulder, his calloused fingers moving down to your dripping hole.

“Must be…” You repeat his words as it feels as though your head is spinning. Jesus, you really are touch starved. 

“May I?” He asks again, his fingers spreading your wetness over your swollen pussy lips. You can only muster a nod in this moment before his middle finger is slipping into your cunt with ease. 

“Shit!” You let out a gasp and whine as he does this. He smirks as he thrusts his finger in and out of you. 

“How long has it been since someone has done this to you?” He can’t help but laugh at your reactions. 

“Don’t laugh…” You whimper, bucking your hips forward as he adds a second finger. 

“It’s cute, darling, don’t worry.” He smirks and nips at your ear. The palm of his hand would brush against your clit with each thrust of his fingers, getting you closer to the edge even faster. You reach up to cover your face as it contorts with pleasure. His free hand is quick to push them down. “Let me see you. I want to see that pretty face when you cum on my fingers.” 

“Carlos…” You whimper as you look back at him. 

“That’s it. Good girl…” He whispers as he curls his fingers with each movement inside you. It hit the right spot and was getting you closer and closer to that high. Your wetness was dripping down his fingers. It was a mess. And you had just showered too. 

“I… I’m gonna…” You moan and whine, biting on your lip.

“Already? I told you that you would be putty.” Carlos chuckles as he continues the repetitive movement with his hand, not slowing or stopping. Within your body is shaking and your walls are tightening around his fingers as you reach that peak. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Carlos.” You can’t control the line of curses and his name as they leave your mouth. 

“Look at that. So pretty.” Carlos smirks as he takes a seat on the bench, sitting you on his lap as he does so. You could feel the very prominent bulge against your ass as he does this. You don’t say anything as you attempt to catch your breath. 

After just a moment of regulating your breathing he is lying you down on the bench and hovering over you. You stare up at him, eyelids a bit heavy. 

“We aren’t done.” He had that stupid smirk on his face like always. You hear him fiddling with his belt, undoing it and then his button on his pants following. He pushes his pants down enough to let his cock fall free of his confinements. He was above average. Definitely the biggest you had seen in person. His tank top was pushed up so you could see his happy trail. It made you horny all over again. Which was pretty easy for him to do. He pulls your legs up, holding them under the knees and keeping them spread apart. This allowed him a full view of your already spent cunt. He chuckles as the tip of his cock brushes against your soaked entrance. 

“May I?” There were those two words again. You had let him destroy you with his fingers and he still was asking if he could do this. 

“Yes.” You nod and stare up into his eyes. As you do so he carefully sinks his cock into your swollen pussy. 

“Holy fuck!” You grunt and grit your teeth, a slight pain from his size. It was not awful but not something you are used to. 

“I’m sorry, I’ll be slow.” He whispers as his arms are placed on the bench above your head. Your legs now rested against his thighs as he slowly moved his hips against yours. He keeps his eyes on your face to make sure he wasn’t making it worse. It didn’t take long for that pain to fade into pure pleasure and you were thrusting your hips to meet his and encourage him. 

With that he grunts in your ear as his hips pick up the pace. Your hands find their way around his body and your nails find his back. You were still sensitive from the earlier orgasm, making this more intense. There is a slapping of your hips against his with each thrust he took. 

“Good girl. Taking me so well.” His praises just fill you with more pleasure than before. He could feel the soft clench of your walls around him from his words and it made him feel absolutely insane. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your scent, which was now mixed with his. 

“Carlos… please…” You can barely whine out as your nails drag down his back. 

“What? Use your words, meu amor.” He bites on your earlobe as his grunts and groans. 

“More, please.” Your words come out just as a whimper but he doesn’t hesitate to comply and pick up the pace of his thrusts. Your eyes roll back as your back arches off of the bench you laid on. 

“That what you wanted, sweetheart? More of my cock?” He moans against your skin. You can muster up a nod but the only thing falling from your mouth at this moment was pleas of pleasure. He chuckles through his own sounds of pleasure as his hips rock against yours. You knew that you were already teetering on the edge of a second release, in hopes he was at the same point as you. 

You could feel your legs shuttering against his toned thighs and that only fueled his ego more, making him slam into your dripping cunt with more vigor. His back at this point was covered in scratches from your nails, and each one elicited a groan from his lips. 

“I… gonna… ah, fuck!” You couldn’t even warn him before you are tipping over the edge and the walls of your pussy are clenching around his thick cock. He grunts and stabilizes himself on the bench with his arms as his thrusts come to a complete stop and his hot cum fills your spent cunt. As the two of you are left to fall down from your high, the locker room is filled with heavy breathing and soft whimpers. 

“You did so well.” Carlos breathes out before capturing your lips with his as if rewarding you for this. It wasn’t until you pulled away and took notice of the clock on the wall, realizing that it was five minutes to close and you both would have to rush to get out of here.

Masterlist

[miguel-owhora]

Continuation of what I said earlier- AND THE SEX??? Miguel is a certified monster fucker now cause he pulled HARD. And omg omg.. Him grabbing onto cryptic's horns while doing the hanky panky

He would ride his dick so hard that he literally has the size of cryptic's cock carved into his walls. AND IN CRYPTIC'S MIND IT'S LIKE "Breed, mate, full of seed." as their animalistic instincts take over!!!!

hot

miguel is a freak in general but in the cult au he's even more freakier 😭

sometimes it amazes you at how selfish humans are. you're selfish because you look out for your survival first and foremost, miguel's selfish because he's relentless in getting satisfying himself.

but sometimes it backfires on him. you'll push him onto the bed of the softest furs you could hunt down, furry and soft and warm, brushing against miguel's bare body as he grips them and moans without care. how could he possibly think to care when your head is tucked between his thighs, claws holding them open, your tongue fucking stretching his soppy cunt open. he's not sure how many times he's cum by now, his pussy so creamy n wet. his cock is swollen n his cunt so loose, he offers no resistance and only squeals when your tongue dips into his hole again, slurping up his juices, only ripping out another orgasm that has him squirting - and has you drinking it up before going in for more.

or when he has you press him down on all fours and fuck him with your big fat, fucking monster cock. he feels like an actual animal when you fuck him like that, strong claws ripping up the earth around his head as you pummel into his pussy. he'll scream and moan and cry out your name, getting drunk on your cock alone. you'll growl and drool above him, your instincts screaming at you to breed breed, fill him, make him carry your brood, and just filling him up with your cum, stretching his belly out - and fuck, it's such a large amount that it begins to stream out of his cunt.

or miguel clambering on top of you and riding your cock like his life depends on it. you'll growl approvingly, cock throbbing as your mate fucks himself on your cock, his belly bulging whenever he sinks down on it. miguel will shake and whimper, sobbing but also moan as he grips your horns like handlebars and bounce on your cock. his pussy is stretched, so fucking wet, easily taking in your cock as if it's made for it - and by now, it truly is.

[burakku-jakku]

Osamu Tezuka Ikeda bread animated commercial (1983)

The giraffe character in the ad is the mascot for Ikeda bread company, who was designed by Osamu Tezuka. His name is Panky, a pun on Pan (Japanese word for bread) and Kirin (Japanese word for giraffe)

(x)

[sebastianthemadlad]

THE NON CANON PARTS OF THE BLACK BUTLER ANIME IN BOTH SEASON 1 AND 2 AND ALSO THE SPECIALS WERE WILD

(in no particular order)

Ciel hires a random naked dog man who can turn into a giant wolf to be his servant even though he literally does nothing around the manor and just hangs out with Finny all the time

Finny forms a crush on a character we later find out is an angel named Angela and after the dog village arc ends we never hear of his crush again

For the most part the curry arc is the same, but for some reason they decided to change the ending. In the manga Lau and Ranmao killed Nina and her husband, in the anime everyone becomes evil by eating curry, and Sebastian had to feed them all his curry buns to turn them all good again, WHAT??

Sebastian has hanky panky with a Nun in some cult church

Angela took Vincent and Rachel's bodies and stitched them into a weird Frankenstein looking thing because apparently that would combine their souls in the afterlife so they could be together forever

Also the whole thing with Ciel being kidnapped by the cult is never explained despite Queen Victoria and Angela being responsible for the death of his parents, therefore you'd think they'd also be responsible for the whole cult thing? But they would have no reason to sell a 10 year old to be abused by a cult-

Ash (aka Angela because they're the same person) turns Queen Victoria into A FREAKING LOLI

Ciel is framed for drug trafficking

Sebastian is arrested and kept in a torture dungeon for like 3 days where he is BDSM whipped by Angela for some reason

Fred Abberline dies

Fred before he dies mentions he doesn't have any family yet he has a brother who shows up in season 2-

Lau and Ranmao die yet they also show up in season 2

Lizzy gets kidnapped by a doll man and is almost turned into a doll zombie (not a bizarre doll just a doll zombie)

Sebastian ditches Ciel in France for some reason

Ciel finds Undertaker on some random boat and then Undertaker tells him he's gonna freakin' die

London is on fucking fire

Who caused the fire? Pluto. And thats the only part of the story where he is relevant

The final fight between Sebastian and Ash/Angela is fucking awesome though

In season 2 Ciel is just in a suitcase and has amnesia

Alois pokes Hannah's eye out for spilling a drink or something

Ciel and Lizzy try to find a deer or something and everyone thinks they're gonna break up after just 1 argument

Lau even started a gambling thing where people put down their bets on whether or not Ciel and Lizzy were gonna break up

Some weird old lady set random people on fire because she didn't like her husband, for some reason the fire disintegrated the souls so Grell couldn't collect them which doesn't make sense

Some weird bullshit happens on a train with a Pharaoh, a murderer and Sebastian being cool like always

Alois has a dress up party at his house

Soma and Agni cry because Ciel has amnesia

Soma is dressed up as Sherlock Holmes even though black butler takes place before that came out

Lizzy dresses up as a Native American, you can say what you want about that

Kinda like the whole curry thing everyone turns evil except its from music from a magic instrument Hannah plays and not curry, and Sebastian stops it by playing his own music kind of like the final battle in Equestria Girls Rainbow Rocks

Alois crossdresses and turns Ciel bi curious

Sebastian and Claude have sexual tension in the lake

Ciel and Alois have a sword fight, Ciel is thrown off a balcony and Alois is stabbed

"PLEASE HELP ME CLAUDE, HELP ME I'M DYING 😭"

We soon find out about Alois' backstory and it's actually quite sad and hits a bit close to home for me, I won't go into detail but the poor kids been through a lot, Alois is genuinely an interesting and kind of well written character its a shame he was put in the non canon pile of shite

Claude then crushed Alois' skull and takes his soul and puts it in a ring

Kids are getting their eyeballs ripped out and apparently Alois is doing all of this, but for some reason Scotland yard THINKS CIEL IS ALOIS WHICH IS SO DUMB BECAUSE THEY'VE BEEN WORKING WITH HIM EVER SINCE HE BECAME THE QUEENS CORGI GUARD DOG

He is taken to some doctor and is dumped into a pool of gatorade to fuse his and Alois' souls

Ciel's backstory is basically half of Alois' and half of Ciel's and thinks Sebastian killed his brother Luca

Ciel doesn't like Claude because Claude is a goober

Hannah does a weird thing with Ciel she like... Possesses him? And his eyeball appears in her mouth or something? I had no idea what was going on

Soon it is revealed Hannah was the one who ate Luca's soul and is now feeling like a mother figure for Alois because of it

Grell shows up again (yay) and she keeps trying to take sexy photos of Sebastian

Soon Claude and Sebastian end up at a maze thingy and they need to answer trivia questions to get to Alois/Ciel's soul

Soon they go to some demon island and they end up fighting using a demon sword while Ciel and Alois talk about shit in some void

Claude fucking dies (rip goober)

Alois' soul is finally set free and the poor kid gets to be with his little brother again

Hannah turns Ciel into a demon so Sebastian can no longer eat his soul so Sebastian just becomes Ciel's butler for all eternity and I lowkey feel bad for him, because yeah eating childrens souls is wrong but BRO WORKED SO HARD HE LITERALLY BANGED A NUN FOR THIS CHILD AND THIS IS THE THANKS HE GETS??

Ciel and Sebastian fake their death, the end of season 2 and a few years after that the ACTUAL CONTINUATION OF THE CANON PARTS come out

Ciel in wonderland is very silly

Sebastian as the rabbit is hot for some reason, does that make me a furry?

There is a lot of weird fan service, for example Ranmao keeps shoving her boobs and butt into Ciel's face... LADY THAT IS A 13 YEAR OLD YOU CANT DO THAT-

I'm glad it wasn't canon because I love Ranmao and she would never do that in canon

Madame Red as the queen of hearts is very cool

Weebalu already mentioned this but I wish J Michael Tatum (Sebastian's dub voice actor) did a Alice In Wonderland audiobook in the Sebastian voice

The one where Ciel puts on a play for hamlet was funny, the part where they're practicing is funny because its like an actual theatre club

Soma and Agni are the kids who are always eating, Ciel is the kid who just sucks at acting, Grell is the one who is great at acting but is very annoying and Sebastian is the theatre teacher who wants to commit kms because of all of these stupid kids

Ranmao is seaweed

Grell tries to commit incest during the play-

The special where its basically a 'behind the scenes' thing kind of like an actor AU

Sebastian is a fucking 2010's boy band looking lad

Grell is just amazing in this

In the final "trailer" Grell got pregnant, Queen Victoria built a giant robot, Claude tried to destroy the world with the fucking moon, Hannah... Uhhh lets not talk about what she did, a whole load of "I am your father" type plot twists took place and Alois was Ciel and Sebastian's great great great great great great grand-

The special where theres this character who's basically a self insert but she's a white girl so if you're not either of those its kind of hard getting into it (cries in gay guy)

The POV shots look like something out of Dora The Explorer

Soma wants to marry us for some reason, I wouldn't mind that he's cute

We also get kidnapped by Viscous Druitt for no reason and then Sebastian and Grell save us from a boat in the middle OF THE OCEAN

Finally Will The Reaper (I'm sure there are more specials but I'm lazy)

Grelliam galore

Probably one of the best specials because Grell and William are the main focus and they're just the absolute best

[candywife333]

I Wouldn't Even Touch You with a Stick

PART 4 of Just Want to See You Like That

This series is based on Jungkook's 3D and is probably going to have close to 6-7 parts, depending on where the storyline takes me. I'm feeling a bit dramatic, so expect a lot of angst. Tumblr is going to be referenced in this fic under a different name, Bumblr (I know, totally goofy name).

Summary: Y/N, an overworked employee at HYBE , only ever posted on Bumblr when she was feeling cornered. It was truly her escape. She didn't really do insta or even twitter. Most people would look at her and think this glass wearing quiet girl would most probably be posting pics of flowers and cute animals. But no, looks could be deceiving. Y/N's posts were far from innocent. In fact , they were borderline risque. She didn't expect anybody but a few horny people to come across these pics; people who would view and compliment in the best case scenario. What she didn't expect was that a certain star would be a regular consumer of her material. A star that technically had no business simping after her like that.

Disclaimer: This work is not representative of the real Jungkook's personality and behavior. It is merely fiction and please treat it as such.

Trigger Warning: voyeurism, exhibitionism, some swearing

Please don't read the fic if any of these themes are disturbing or offensive to you.

Taglist is open

I was floored. I had to go to the get together I promised Tae I would attend. But overwhelming anxiety and panic were piling up into the crevices of my brain. Nobody was supposed to find out about my virtual alter ego. It was supposed to just stay a sexy risqué self exploration that never left the bounds of the internet. Now I literally had a celebrity on my hands who knew about my deepest darkest secret. How was he even consuming all the stuff I put out when his league was different. He had models and actresses and other singers at his beck and call, more beautiful than me. He could merely wink at them and have them dropping their panties for him.

Why the hell was he watching my cellulite ridden, thick jiggly ass and fleshy thighs wrapped in cheap red lingerie? He could have his pick of the lot but he was spending every other day commenting on how gorgeous my ass was and how he would love to bury his face in my pussy?!?!?

He has to be my Mr.DaddyofPop. He was the only one of my followers that had such prominent tatoos (as far as I knew anyway). I was flattered but utterly disgusted at the same time. This dude was a complete fuckboy, engaging in hanky panky regularly with literal staff ?!?! Unprofessional, unethical, and certainly lacking dignity. These were all good descriptors for him. He came off as a deep soul on his profile. But I guess the only thing really deep about him was how deep he could thrust into random girls on the regular.

I righted myself in the bathroom mirror, sprucing up my hair and applying some lipgloss and clear mascara. Well, if he thought he knew me, I would just deny it. After his blatant accusation, I had scuttled off nonchalantly, citing that I had some meeting to attend to.

Gathering everything I needed, and taking my bra off, replacing it with nipple covers, I walked out the door, into the crisp winter air ready to deny any and everything he was ready to label me. Acting obtuse would do the trick.

I didn't even want to attend, but if I did not, I would be forced to withstand the wrath of Taehyung. I got into a cab and was dropped off at a restaurant 5 minutes away. As I walked into the entrance of the establishment, I heard the boisterous laughter of many men. Taehyung caught sight of me and galloped towards me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, pushing me towards a massive table loaded with boys sporting branded clothes I could never afford. Noodle dishes of every shape and size littered the space , " Gentlemen, this is my wonderful, amazing friend Y/N. She recently got promoted from maintenance staff to admin manager. Give her a hearty round of applause please".

I blushed profusely as I saw many grins and heard the thunderous claps directed towards me. I sat down between Taehyung and Jungkook (who I despised at this point) as there were not many chairs left. The dude must've been inebriated because he was not even giving me personal space. His gargantuan thighs were spread wide into a position I disdained the most, the man spread. My particular compunction with this positioning was the same reason every time, it intruded upon the space of the person seated next to criminal ***cough, cough***, aka man-spreader.

My thighs were not dainty little ballerina limbs, so they did take up space. To my dismay, the disgusting man wouldn't even move his legs slightly to make space for me. He encroached upon my territory by jamming his bony knee into one of my plush thighs. Why couldn't he be like Taehyung, who had a sense of personal space.

I sat there minimizing myself into a tiny compartment so as to evade his touch. But Mr. StupidEntity did not get the message, and so even as I withdraw into myself even more, his freaking skeletal knee continued to lean up against my soft warm thigh. I gave up at a point, because if I were to continue caring, I would probably erupt like a volcano at the table, spewing insults and vitriol at him without stop.

As uncomfortable as I felt, I started talking to Namjoon and Yoongi as they started asking me how I liked the new job. "It is alright so far. Mainly secretarial work and keeping track of appointments scheduled for the different teams. The work is familiar to me, so I am not having any difficulty so far".

Namjoon smiled timidly as he crooned in his raspy voice, " That is great to hear. I remember Bang PD always praising you in front of us even a year back, telling us how efficient you were. We didn't understand why he was talking about a maintenance staff at the time. But when you were absent for even just a week last year, so many things started falling part. The cafeteria had run out of supplies for lunch that week because nobody had done inventory and the bathroom sinks were stuck because nobody was there to do a maintenance check on them. Even our practice room had a nonfunctioning speaker that you would have replaced, but since you had left, nobody else bothered".

Yoongi continued with a soft look in his eye, "If it weren't for you, my sound system would have died on me. It is only because of your regular checkups, that I didn't have to replace some of my equipment". I felt warm at all the praise, so happy to see that my work had made difference. I beamed effusively, elated at their acknowledgements ," That makes me so happy to hear. You don't even know how much all this means to me". Caught up in my jubilant glow, I was taken aback when I noticed a black beady glare filled with irritation pointed my way.

Partly disturbed by the continuous glare that I could drilling into my soul, I turned towards Jungkook asking, "Do you need help with anything Jungkook-ssi?" I shifted my upper torso towards him, to see what the issue was. It seemed as though the man was about to say something since his jet black eyebrows pulled back into pointed peaks, cynically shimmering in the light. Expecting a biting remark, I braced myself for the onslaught. However, I was met with a different predicament altogether. The maknae, ingenue, and Casanova of BTS fell onto my tits with a plop face first. His face was smothered into my cleavage, nose stuffed right between my breasts. Holy mother of Jesus!!! wHAT The FUCK Was I suPPOSEd to do?????

The previously loud table of people all became pin drop silent at seeing the rather mind boggling scene playing out before them. Some of the boys felt like they were hallucinating, particularly Taehyung. I was stunned for a second before, I attempted to get Jungkook off of me, his full dead body weight leaning up against me. I screeched in surprise, "Jungkook-ssi please get off of me". I pulled his arms away trying to disengage his soft lips from mouthing at my breasts. Wait. WTF?!?!! Why did I feel soft lips sucking on the skin of my tits?!!?!

I was becoming livid with anger. Not only could this guy not have any decency or manners, but he was literally harassing me in front of a bunch of people way above me. Even as I pushed very hard to get him away from me, I felt his massive arms come around my back, to encircle me in a rather... intimate embrace. He shoved his head further into my tits, almost shoving my shirt down enough to reach my nipples. Thank god for the nipple covers. He wanted to suffocate in them? What was this dude doing?

He whined out, "So soft and warm. Want to live here forever. Smells like home". He continued mouthing at my tits, now involving his teeth to create marks on my skin. All the boys at the table were stunned till Namjoon ran to us, and shoved Jungkook off. Jungkook fell off his chair due to the force of the push, and I covered my tits with my bag in front of me, adjusting my top as I ran off to the bathroom before Taehyung or anyone could stop me.

This dude was a menace, a literal menace. Was he a cave man or something, turning dumb at the sight of tits? He had been staring at them previously also, but why did he do something as ridiculous as this?He was risking his morality ,reputation, and name. As far as I could recount, nobody ever told me at HYBE that this dude harassed women.

Feeling flushed, overheated, and annoyingly enough, aroused to some degree, I adjusted the top after running a damp paper towel over my tits, to get his cooties off of me. I would need a relaxing bath to calm myself down. I shouldn't have even come to this outing. What a nuisance. As I slowly walked out of the restroom, ready to just clandestinely slip out the door of the restaurant to get back home, I felt arms around my waist stopping me. Taehyung whimpered out in distress, "Y/N we need your help".

I turned around to him , with a drained look in my eye, "Not now Tae. That situation was too much for me to process. I need to get home. Have work again tomorrow". He gulped as he squeaked out in clear desperation, clutching my hands in his, eyes looking down at the floor in embarrassment , "Jungkook said that he won't leave the restaurant unless he goes back home with you. He is fighting the rest of the members because he can't see you. Please Y/N! The guy is literally crying, refusing to leave until you take him with you".

I stood there alarmed at this situation. "What the hell do you mean tae? I barely even know the dude. He is so bloody weird. First he smacked his face into my boobs and harassed me. And now he requests to go home with me as though I were his wife or girlfriend?"

Taehyung gripped my hands tighter as he stammered out, " Please Y/N. I know it is a lot to ask, but he has been going through a lot lately, with all his activities and professional commitments. He seems like he is mentally breaking down right now, and if he was with you, he might not completely lose it. Please just do me this one favor. Host him for just one night at your house. Call me if he does any shenanigans and I will rip him away from you otherwise".

My resolve to avoid this dude drained away. I was exhausted. It would just be one bizarre night, that's it right? I would let him sleep the night and he would leave the next morning. Anyway, I had a taser on me. If he tried to get frisky , he'd be zapped the fuck out. I gestured to Taehyung ,"Well bring on the pain, why don't you"?

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@darkuni63 , @jessicalynn85 ,

[vintageshanny]

Seeing Red

I haven’t been able to get this suit off my mind, so I had to write this one-shot about it. Even though I’m the one that brought it up, I blame these lovely ladies for fueling my fantasies. 😆 @lookingforrainbows @whositmcwhatsit @thatbanditqueen @ellie-24 @be-my-ally @missmaywemeetagain @powerofelvis @peskybedtime @shakerattlescroll @from-memphis-with-love

Content: Backstage hanky-panky, 18+

Tia felt like she might pass out. Even in just a skimpy sundress, it felt so hot in the arena. Or maybe it was the man on stage making her feel hot. And lightheaded. In her 21 years of life, she had never experienced this sensation just from looking at a man. She bit down on her lower lip, forcing herself to stay focused, not wanting to miss a millisecond of this experience. She couldn’t believe her good fortune to win front-row tickets and a backstage pass to meet thee Elvis Presley from the local Richmond radio station.

His performance was so dynamic, she couldn’t tear her eyes away for a second. His playful banter with the audience felt like a private conversation just for her. She tried to sing along to the songs, but it was like her brain was short-circuiting as she watched him lay down on the floor of the stage. He crossed one ankle over his opposite knee and rocked his hips gently in time with the music. Tia could hear the gentle clanking of his gold belt against the stage as he continued singing “Polk Salad Annie,” his long fingers playing with the microphone cord.

Suddenly all the moisture in Tia’s mouth had disappeared as she stared at him, slack-jawed. From her perch in the front row, she could see the way his tight red jumpsuit molded completely to every part of his body. She’d never wanted to reach out and grab a man’s butt this badly, but he was just asking for it, with the way his perfectly sculpted glutes rolled back and forth on the stage as he finished the song and started joking around about being crushed under one of the ceiling fixtures. Elvis turned his head and locked eyes with Tia right as she was staring at his butt and licking her lips like a wild animal locked in on its prey. His voice broke just the slightest bit as he laughed and turned his gaze back toward the ceiling. Before climbing up off the floor, though, he turned back to Tia and gave a little wink. Tia gasped, feeling a throbbing in between her legs. All she could think the rest of the show was, “Elvis winked at me!”

After the finale of “Can’t Help Falling in Love,” Tia made her way backstage, clutching her pass tightly in her hand. She nervously looked around, hoping to find Elvis before he was mobbed by other fans and his entourage. Too late. There were several girls smushed up close to him already. She sighed and hung back, too nervous to insert herself into the conversation, but unable to stop looking him up and down. She grabbed a bottle of Coke from a table of refreshments and turned back to ogle him some more. He was still in the bright red jumpsuit, and now that she was so close to him, she could see that it was soaked with sweat. That pulsing feeling came back as she clenched her thighs together, trying to stay calm. As she dragged her eyes up from his muscular thighs and a not insignificant bulge, she saw that he had caught her staring again. His full pouty lips pulled up on one side as he left the harem and made his way over to Tia.

“Ya here by yourself, darlin’?” he asked, his honey-coated accent making her heart skip a beat. “Well, I won two tickets and my best friend was supposed to join me, but she got sick at the last minute. It was an amazing show, but I was nervous to come alone,” Tia rambled on in a strange stream of consciousness that she couldn’t seem to stop. Elvis smirked with a twinkle in his eye. “Yeah, it’s always better to come with someone else.” Tia felt her face heat up at his obvious innuendo and lowered her gaze. “Sweetheart, if you’re gonna keep starin’ like that, ya could’ve at least come over right away ta say hi,” he teased as he grabbed the Coke from her hand and took a big swig before handing it back to her with a grin. Tia blushed and looked down at where his lips had just been on her bottle. “I’m sorry, Mr. Presley, I was nervous to interrupt your conversation,” she said, running her hand through her thick curly hair, her voice barely above a whisper. Elvis looked at her with a tenderness that caught her off guard and leaned in close to her ear. “Honey, jus’ call me Elvis. And I know a place we can sneak off and talk, jus’ the two of us.” Tia looked up in surprise but nodded. She was nervous, but not about to pass up an opportunity to talk privately with the sexiest man she’d ever seen.

With a glance around to make sure no one was following, Elvis grabbed her hand and pulled her quickly around the corner and into his temporary dressing room. He closed the door behind them and turned to smile at Tia again, his nose and eyes crinkling the slightest bit in a way that made her heart flutter. “Now that we’re alone,” Elvis said in a soft, low voice, “can I stare at you the way you’ve been starin’ at me?” His eyes wandered over her entire body, and although Tia felt herself flush under the scrutiny, his gaze held nothing but admiration. As he looked back into her deep brown eyes, he made an exaggerated motion of licking his lips. Tia finally loosened up, giggling and swatting at him playfully. “I did not do that when I looked at you!” she exclaimed. “Baby, ya can’t lie to me. I saw ya from the stage,” Elvis teased back. “Like a horny wolf on the prowl,” he laughed. Tia smiled but her breath caught in her throat as Elvis lifted a hand to her neck and gently traced his fingers over her caramel-colored skin. She couldn’t stop the involuntary shiver that ran through her body.

“Ya okay?” Elvis whispered as he gently pushed the strap of her dress over her shoulder, leaning in and pressing a soft warm kiss to her upper chest. Tia nodded and ran her fingers through his still-sweaty hair, eliciting a small moan from him as she gently scratched his scalp. He pushed his face down further into her cleavage, and she could feel his warm wet tongue dragging across her skin. “Let’s get more comfortable,” he whispered as he grabbed the hem of her sundress and pulled it up over her head, leaving her in just her simple cotton bra and panties. “I’m sorry,” Tia whispered with a hint of embarrassment. “I would have worn something sexier if I would have known…” “Naw, baby, ya look perfect jus’ like this,” Elvis said with a soft smile.

Tia blushed as she reached to help him get undressed. She unfastened his gold belt, which came off pretty easily but almost clanged to the floor with its weight. “Woah,” she said in surprise. “This is pretty heavy. Doesn’t this hurt to wear?” Elvis smiled at her sweet concern and said, “I’m pretty strong, honey, I can handle it.” Tia moved her hands to help him out of his jumpsuit and then paused. “Whatsa matter, baby?” he asked, studying her face. “Um, before we take this off, can I do something?” Tia whispered shyly. “Sure, doll, what is it?” Tia’s face turned red as she wrapped her arms around his torso. “When I was staring at you on the stage,” she said softly, “it’s because your butt looks so good in this suit.” Her hands wandered down and cupped his ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. Elvis’ face turned as red as the jumpsuit, but he let out a big laugh. “I just needed to feel it,” she explained as she buried her head in his sweaty chest and then pulled back to help him out of the suit.

It was so tight and sweaty that Tia had to basically peel it off of his body. She took the opportunity to press kisses to his salty skin as she moved down his torso. When he was standing there in just his white briefs, she could see that he was trembling the slightest bit. He pulled her in close and kissed her tenderly, slipping his tongue softly into her mouth as he reached around and unhooked her bra. Her nipples hardened instantly in the cool air, and Elvis leaned down to lavish each one with the attention of his warm wet mouth. When he straightened up, she could see how much it aroused him to make her feel good. His briefs could barely contain the erection he now had. She gently pulled at his waistband and reached her hand inside. He jerked forward slightly as she carefully massaged his heavy balls and then moved her hand up to stroke his length, rolling the foreskin back and forth.

As Elvis stood there with his eyes closed, softly moaning, she pulled his briefs down to his ankles so she could get a full view of him. She sucked in her breath a little bit at the sight of him standing before her fully exposed. “Wh-wh-what is it?” he asked, and Tia smiled at his sweet nervous stutter. “I’ve just never seen such a beautiful sight,” she said as she leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the warm tip of his cock, tasting the salty precum. Elvis smiled at that and guided her toward the couch. Instead of removing her panties, he laid his body on top of hers, humping against her passionately, his bare cock rubbing her clit right through the fabric with each stroke. Tia couldn’t believe how good he could make her feel without even entering inside her. As he continued kissing her and gently rolling one of her nipples between his fingertips, her orgasm caught her completely off guard. She tried to call his name but it stuck in the back of her throat as her legs squeezed around him. Elvis’ body shook as he thrust against her and then pulled back quickly, using his hand to finish himself off on her stomach as she watched in amazement.

“Wow,” Tia whispered as her heart tried to find its normal rhythm again. “That was…something.” Elvis looked at her as he grabbed an extra scarf to wipe off her stomach. “Disappointed?” he asked, only half-joking. “I-I-I know ya probably were expectin’ somethin’ more, but I w-w-wanted to show ya what I enjoy,” he explained nervously. “If it wasn’t enough for ya, ‘m sorry,” he rambled on, and Tia grabbed his hand. “Disappointed?” she asked in surprise. “No, Elvis, I was amazed. That you could make me feel that good just from, I mean without even, well, feel for yourself,” she stumbled over her explanation, moving his hand to the center of her panties, which were soaked with her own sticky cum. Elvis looked a little bit surprised and she added, “I think you underestimate your power to satisfy.”

After they got dressed and Elvis wrapped her in a warm affectionate hug, Tia looked up into his face and said, “Plus, you made me feel good tonight in a way that goes way beyond something sexual. I will remember the magic of this night for the rest of my life.” As Elvis looked down at her, she knew his sweet, sincere, lop-sided grin would be seared into her brain forever.

[pankiepoo]

Fan's a crazy weirdo!!

yt upload: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbR1qlws-7Q&ab_channel=PANKiEpoo

[godlizzza]

I believe herberts eyesight really is the worst. Like, he's one of those people who upon waking up instantly reach to the bedside table for their glasses

[theliterarywolf]

There are so many reasons why I love this short film that just dropped.

The title (come on, any unironic use of the phrase 'Hanky Panky' is going to make me laugh), the animation quality, more Nigerians getting into Animation is always a major PLUS...

But I think the main reasons have the be the excellent voice-work and the fact that this one short film manages to capture the quintessential 'Nigerian parent/elder catch even the briefest, POTENTIAL whiff of their child/young relative being anything but straight and freaking out' in that way that seems unique to Nigerian parents/elders.

Definitely give it a watch.

Oh, and even though the film is in English, if you find yourself struggling, the captions have accurate subtitles.

[soulofapatrick]

Swings Both Ways - Evan Buckley

Evan Buckley’s POV

Everyone else’s partners and family has arrived, Y/N’s late. He’s never late, and he always texts, he always keeps me in the loop. 

I don’t even realise I’m pacing until a soft and familiar voice calls, “Bucky, you’re going to burn a hole through the floor with all that pacing.” 

Standing at the top of the stairs is Y/N, my famous pink sweater slipping down one of his shoulders and his skinny ripped jeans shaping him hips and ass perfectly. His freckles and sunflower eyes are illuminated by the fairy lights May and Bobby hung around the loft area. Overall, he just looks soft. 

“What happened? You didn’t call or text, I was worried-“ I can’t help myself rushing over, holding his face in my hands and checking him over for any injuries glad to find none. 

“The animal clinic got backed up and my phone was dead.” He tells me, pulling me into a reassuring hug, “A dog decided to eat a $170.”

“Did you get to keep the money?” Chimney pipes up reminding us that everyone has been watching the whole thing. Chimney’s question causes a bright laugh to bubble up and that contagious smile burst across Peter’s face. 

“I didn’t want to, that dog had eaten some things.” He tells Chim, squeezing my hand that is still holding him. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Hen, and who might you be?” Hen pulls Y/N away from me and towards everyone else. 

“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” He introduces himself to everyone and there’s a chorus of introductions and I’m also being sucked into the celebrations, keeping an eye on Y/N as sometimes he struggles with too many people at once. 

It’s a few hours before Y/N catches my gaze and quickly taps his nose twice which is a code we have for when Y/N needs a quick social break. I excuse myself from Eddie and Christopher, making my way across the loft to where Y/N is sat with Bobby and Athena

“You mind if I steal Y/N to show him the firetruck?” I squeeze in and relief washes over Peter’s face before he straightens it out.

“No hanky panky remember.” Bobby warns with a friendly nod to which I just nod back, Peter laughing nervously but takes my outstretched hand. 

Y/N smiles softly at me once I’ve shut the firetruck door, kissing my hand and melting my heart even more, “Come here, Sweetheart,” I pull him to me and finally... finally, kiss him. He’s right here, in my arms, all soft curves and small sounds. His hands gripping my arms like a lifeline as his lips move against mine. 

“You know that they know right?” Y/N asks quietly, eyes solely fixed on the sweater paws he’s made with my sweater. The nervousness seeping into his voice makes me equally as worried because no way do I want to make him more anxious than he usually is.

“Do you mind that?” I’m cautious and it makes Y/N look up, meeting my gaze.

“Oh Bucky of course it’s okay, it means I get to kiss you whenever I want now.” He giggles, pulling me into another kiss and god I love this man. I don’t think when I pull him onto my lap, legs either side of me and chest pressed to mine. My hands keep a firm grip on his hips, wanting to just ravish him right here and right now but Y/N... he’s not exactly quiet so we wouldn’t be able to be sneaky. I mean we’ve never actually had sex yet but we’ve done other stuff and oh god, the way Y/N whimpers in my mouth and pressed his hip down agains mine makes me almost throw caution to the wind but then I hear it. 

I sigh as I pull away from Y/N, calling out, “Maddie Margaret Buckley, stop eavesdropping!” Y/N buries is face in my shirt in embarrassment at this which just makes me hold him tighter because oh my god he’s so cute and I love him. 

Before I mull over the fact I really do love him the door gets opened and Maddie practically squeals, yelling to everyone, “I TOLD YOU SO!” and as if by punishment the alarm goes off requesting all units. The sound makes Y/N cry out in fear and instinctively I cover his ears with my hands. 

“Y/N baby, I’m going to have to leave you with Maddie and Christopher okay?” I whisper to him as I quickly carry him back up to the loft, Maddie following, and sitting him next to Christopher.

“Now Christopher, I have a very important job for you,” Eddie tells his son, “You, along with Maddie and May and everyone here are going to look after Y/N.” 

“Okay!” Christopher grins, “Look after Uncle Buck’s boyfriend.” 

[phana-banana]

Hm. I feel like talking about the character from my last post, Dame Ragnell, today. 

The Wedding of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnell is actually one of my favorite Arthurian tales. If you’re unfamiliar with it the basic version is this:

-King Arthur’s out bee-boppin’ around the woods one day when this man comes along and is like “King Arthur you dingus, you gave all my land to Sir Gawain, so I’m gonna kill you unless you can answer this riddle: What do women most desire? You’ve got 1 year to find the answer or I’m gonna chop off your head.” King Arthur’s like “Well shit, I guess have to do this, because of honor or whatever.”

 -So he goes back home and tells Sir Gawain and they go around asking everyone what women most desire. And, because women don’t all think the same, they predictably get a bunch of different answers: beauty, youth, money, love, true-crime podcasts, etc, etc.

-The deadline’s coming up and they’re getting worried. Then Arthur finds this *very very very not conventionally attractive lady* named Dame Ragnell who tells Arthur that she’s the sister to the guy that’s gonna behead him and knows the answer to the riddle, but in return he has to get Sir Gawain to promise to marry her. 

-Arthur looks at her and says “yeah no, I think I’d rather be beheaded” and goes back, but Sir Gawain finds out and says “no it’s fine I’ll do it” and Arthur’s like “No, really you don’t wanna do this” and Gawain’s like “You’re my king, so I kinda have to. It’s fine, whatever.” 

-So Gawain promises to marry her and she tells them the answer to the riddle “what women desire most is sovereignty” (ie. the ability to govern themselves/ to choose for themselves). This ends up being the right answer. 

-The big wedding day comes and everyone at the event is horrified at the whole situation. All the guests watch as Dame Ragnell devours the entire wedding feast like No-Face from Spirited Away. *insert cookie-monster sounds here*

-So they tie the knot and up to the bedroom they go to, er, make it really official and she’s like “Look even though we’re married and this is my right, I get you’re not into me, so we can just kiss if you want” and Gawain’s like “No I’m your husband now and I’ll do the deed because of honor or whatever” but he turns around and Ragnell has turned into a total hottie. She tells him by marrying her he has lifted a part of her curse but now he has to choose whether she is to be pretty at night (during hanky-panky time) OR pretty during the day (when everyone will see them together). 

-He thinks about the riddle and says “it’s your body, your choice. You decide.” DING-DING-DING! That was the right answer. Now the curse is fully lifted and she’s a hottie 24/7. They proceed to have crazy animal sex all night and most of the next day, to the point that Guinevere and Arthur bust into the room to make sure they’re still alive.

Now I think we can all agree what the take away here is: Sir Gawain cannot seem to avoid getting himself into weird wacky situations that involve beheadings. (See the Green Knight for more details)

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…On a completely unrelated note, my country might be about to take away a woman’s right to bodily sovereignty.