#posts this and RUNS

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Can you imagine how fascinated Arthur gets whenever his shy wife is ovulating 🤭 (suggestive content but mostly fluff! Still, mdni!!)

Arthur’s photo by restingmadface on pinterest <3

There’s a certain time frame every month, Arthur noticed, when you’ll get incredibly insatiable. He doesn’t quite understand it. But he’d be a damn fool to not just let it happen.

Tonight is one of those nights. Where you eyed him like a leopard, every sway of your hips full of intent.

“Hey handsome,” a greeting so sultry without you even meaning to. Your body is just exuding need in waves. Just like the vibrations of a purr.

He got shivers from your whisper. When you barely traced his arm with your fingers and your lips almost brushed his cheek, he felt ticklish all the way down to his cock.

“You think too much of me, darlin’,” he chuckled. Tried to be nonchalant about it but hell if this little welcoming act didn’t make him giddy. Let the man breathe, for Christ’s sake, he just got home! Or don’t <3

“But you are handsome,” you smiled, kneeling between his legs. Your shy demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

And he really was handsome, that delicious husband of yours. Nearing 200 pounds of muscle, juicier than any cattle. The span of his back more majestic than any bird. Kind eyes like those of a deer, as blue and inviting as a river.

“Just what do you think you’re doin’ hm?” He teased, admittedly always a bit puzzled when you’re bold like this. His thumb gently caressed your cheek as you looked up at him. You’d usually be blushing like crazy, not one to initiate anything even after years of being together. At least only very subtly.

But no no, don’t you worry. He ain’t complainin’ one bit. He’s bad enough to admit that he could get used to this. Coming home all tired to his pretty wife on her knees.

Ready to pounce.

“Been thinkin’ about you,” you admitted, hands starting to crawl to his thighs. Biting your bottom lip as if baring your canines.

May God give him strength.

“S’that right?” He drawled, leaning forward to kiss you. His eyes were full of adoration as much as yours were carnal. Your head tilted back as his hand engulfed the right side of your jaw, his fingers parting through strands of your hair like rocks do to a stream. “Need somethin’ from me?”

You answer with a hum. It didn’t take long before your kiss was pushing him down on the bed, your hand not forgetting to undo his pants. You could feel the rumble of his laugh against your lips. It’s gonna be a long night.

And Arthur’s going to wake up with scars down his back. As well as a bite mark on where his pulse lies 🤭

my masterlist

thank you for reading!! 🫶🏼

[patchxwork]

[speedyshark95]

…the original “boyfrens on vacation” drawing I did

I will probably never render it fully but okay😔

(I don’t know how to draw plants either)

[cathalbravecog]

burn this thing

[slurpeesoverromance]

Good lord

[queenofthedork]

Home is where your teeth sink, love🥀

[inthekitschen]

My TKDB Self Insert

*this is still a work in progress. I kept her backstory similar to MCs for convenience but may change it in the future.

Name: Kit

Occupation: Inspector/Student

Species: Human (cursed)

House: None (was soul assigned to Mortkranken in Hyde's 'counseling' session)

Year: Second

Birthday: May 8

Artifact: Sage's ring, also got a special permit for her hair ribbon; can change length and stiffness at will, can be used as a lasso, lockpick, garrote, pretty much anything you can think of

Likes: Movies & television, art, psychology

Personality: Quiet, blunt, rational. Good at giving advice, but struggles to connect with others on a more personal level (despite desperately wanting to).

Curse: Kyklos. The effects are more visible over time, causing her eyes to turn purple and random strands of hair to turn the colors of the Kyklos flowers (red, blue, purple). Towards the end of the year (I'd say about month 10/11), if she gets that far without breaking her curse, she will be able to temporarily stun people by making eye contact.

Kit's opinions on the ghouls:

Jin: Hates him. The first time he called her servant, she blocked his account on WickChat and only communicated through Tohma for like. A week. Until Tohma pointed out that she needs to be able to work with ALL of the ghouls. She lets him use her ability from the sage's ring because she knows he can't use his stigma without it, but that is it. Begrudgingly, she admits that he is a capable leader — when he pulls his head out of his ass

Tohma: They get along, for the most part. She likes to stop by for a game of chess and tea when time allows, but gets quickly annoyed when he smugly beats around the bush of whatever is on his mind.

Kaito: She tries to give him the benefit of the doubt, but as soon as he starts self deprecating for validation, she tells him to find a therapist (and genuinely means it). She believes he could really thrive if he actually worked out his issues, but until then, conversations are very short.

Lucas: Admires his dedication, but their core opinions of Darkwick differ. He believes the ghouls are champions, she believes they're unpaid interns. They agree to disagree.

Alan: She has a crush on him, but refuses to say anything because she knows he is emotionally unavailable for a relationship (or is he 👀?) Admires his work ethic, practicality, and biceps thoughtfulness

Leo: They love to hate each other. She's able to insult Leo back in a way that not many else can, and knows just the right times to ignore him in order to deflate his ego. They eventually learn of each other's similar opinions on Darkwick and come to a mutual understanding

Sho: They can hang. It takes them a while to actually become close friends, but they have each other's backs. When she finds out Sho lied about her ability not working, she confronted him personally and they talked it out. She doesn't hold it against him, but does give him shit for it periodically.

Haru: Disapproves of him hurting himself with bahnti, but understands that it isn't his fault that Jabberwock is understaffed and the animals need to be taken care of. Helps out where she can to lighten the load

Towa: Can not get a read on him and that frustrates her to no end because she typically prides herself on her ability to read people. Still, he seems genuinely happy to see her, and he calls her Poppy.

Ren: They connect over shitty horror movies, and Kit views him as her first genuine friend. Ren may or may not have a small crush on her (have not decided yet) and she would be oblivious.

Taiga: She tries not to talk to him without a third party. Over time, she gets less nervous as she figures out how to manage his different "moods"

Romeo: She antagonizes him when he's being rude. When he starts yelling, she warns him about frown lines. He hates to see her coming bc he knows she will not tolerate his shit. Still, they're able to work well together.

Ritsu: Initially disliked him because she thought he was condescending and rude, but realized he just is kinda bad at talking to people lol. She takes her position as his "business partner" seriously.

Subaru: He reminds her of herself before she stopped apologizing for existing, which frustrates her a little bit. She tries to help him be more assertive, which brings out a more assertive side to herself as well.

Haku: She sees him as a friend, but believes he doesn't see her the same way, for some reason. Maybe it’s the fact that he introduced her to Darkwick, maybe it’s the flirting, but there's a part of her that wonders if he doesn't take her seriously. When he realizes this, he assures her that he does in fact see her as a friend and a capable inspector.

Zenji: He encourages her to see the beauty in the mundane. She sees him as one of her closest friends. Kit likes to proofread his poems and social media posts. She and Haku are his PR team.

Ed: Hates him but appreciates that he found out what her curse was and that Darkwick was lying to her.

Rui: Curse twins! Where Haku stopped flirting with her as much once he realized it was just having an adverse effect, Rui thinks that if he flirts with her more, she'll be more receptive to his advances. This results in a lot of confusion for her about his feelings for her and her feelings for him.

Lyca: Tries to teach him that girls are people and not some scary separate species. Some people think they hate each other because of how blunt they are, but that’s just how they communicate.

Yuri: Respects him but keeps him in check when he's rude. He initially belittled her interest in psychology but when she conditioned him within a week he kept his mouth shut. She likes helping in the lab when she can.

Jiro: They get along. She finds his presence calming. She personally thinks it would be better if he knew about Zenji but respects Zenji too much to go behind his back.

[prettyflyshyguy]

What are you gonna do, monster boy?

Amazing what I can achieve when I put a song on repeat. Smashed this one out as something fun, refreshing and stress free. Still working on the big final chapter of the C Virus AU, but I'm recovering my confidence as a writer by letting myself work on some sillier things. Good practice too.

This is a mini story based on this phenomenal post and an overly complicated idea I had from it.

Enjoy the garbage here, or on AO3.

“You look nice.” Leon smiled wryly.

Chris rolled his eyes as he pushed the elevator doors back for Leon, who was wasting all the time in the world as he made his way down the corridor. The sharp cut business attire didn’t suit him as much as it barely fit him. A necessary evil, Leon had assured him. It’ll go down better.

To aid in Rebecca’s continued research, and for ease of access to monitoring the effects of the trial viral inhibitors she’d prescribed him, Leon was temporarily assigned to assisting in BSAA operations. The guise was of course that his knowledge post-Lanshiang was critical in containing and mitigating the impact of smaller scale and localised outbreaks of the C-Virus. A half truth, no one seemed to question it so far and a number of months had already passed. The global crisis raged on, the work never ended, his temporary partnership was easily justified to nosy journalists and more discerning governmental bodies.

Chris perpetually winged to him the whole elevator ride about how much he found the bureaucratic nature of these meetings tiresome. Paper pushers, out-of-touch management. Stakeholders who never set foot on ground zero yet felt qualified to call the shots. 

“If it weren't for people like that, we wouldn't be here.” Leon retorted, “You saying you’d want to be out of a job?”

He smiled as he watched Chris fiddle for the umpteenth time with his collar and tie.

“If people like that weren't around, there’d be no BOW based warfare. I’ll be glad the day I’m made redundant.” Chris huffed as he loosened his tie slightly.

Leon conceded that the man had a point.

The meeting was routine. The BSAA was called in to clean up a minor incident, it was successful, and so various representatives and stakeholders for the client would be meeting with the BSAA to discuss the outcome and debrief. Chris had insisted on arriving early, saying that this meeting was critical given the circumstance of the client, and it needed to go smoothly. 

Although it wasn’t mentioned, Leon could tell he appreciated the emotional support.

-

Chris was, for all intents and purposes, an exemplary operator within the BSAA. Most notable about him was his considerable empathy, fierce determination to do what's right, and how much he believed they had the power to change the world for the better. Quality traits, Leon respected him highly for them all, however, the latter might be considered a tad naive. Chris was an exemplary operator, trapped in a room, surrounded by stakeholders and board members. Politicians, in the figurative sense, and arguably the worst kind. Leon’s eyes darted around the seated figures, noting the sheen of luxurious silk clothes, tailored suits and wrist watches that were never used for any practical purpose. If you had to ask, you couldn’t afford it. 

There were a handful of friendlies on the south end of the oval table where Leon and Chris sat opposite. Leon knew them all as subordinates within the teams Chris oversaw, all good men and women, people you could trust. They had kindness in their eyes despite the worn and torn faces they wore, they shared the optimism of their Captain. They existed in stark contrast to the other two thirds of the table where the client cartel sat in horseshoe formation, their backs positioned to the entrance to the room, psychologically forming a barrier between the BSAA staff and the exit. 

“-pride ourselves in swiftly responding to an incident, and I am very pleased with the outcome and the performance of my team.”

Leon watched Chris fidget slightly in his seat as he spoke. He was clearly uncomfortable, but he was handling it well. Still, Chris was out of his depth. 

Politicians were hard enough to hold a work related conversation with. They were always playing games. A simple discussion became a contract with fine print, never in your favor or your benefit. More was always demanded of you, because good was never good enough for them. He wondered who had more power anyway, in these strange times. Was it the politicians he was used to handling, or the people sitting a few meters away from him. 

“-the use of B.O.W units by the BSAA?”

Leon’s attention violently snapped back to the woman seated at the head of the table. She shuffled through a document folder, licking a finger to flick through the pages effortlessly. Peering down through a set of reading glasses with a fine gold chain draped around her neck, a frown crinkled the skin on her forehead. She looked to be at least fifty years of age, with the telltale signs that she’d had work done to maintain a youthful presentation. Despite mankind mastering the molding of biology, they were still unable to tame the passage of time. The cracks in her mask formed when she frowned, and her voice gave away her years. Her dark eyes shifted upwards, piercing out from behind a sunken brow.

“I-Wh-Excuse me?” Chris stammered, shocked at whatever she had just implied.

Leon looked around the room hoping to find some context. The BSAA members appeared just as confused and shocked as he was. 

“Mr. Redfield, as the lead operator of this…” the woman paused, a chill beginning to settle on the room, “... Successful operation…”

Chris stiffened in his chair. Leon squinted from across the table and could barely make out the tiny printed details on her visitors identification badge.

Ms. Harker, CTO, Valhanian Pharmaceuticals. 

This is bad, he thought.

“... Do you condone the use of Bio-Organic-Weapons by the BSAA?” 

Harker’s speech had a sharp whistle to it that pierced the air of the room and the stunned silence of the attendees. This was a regular Tuesday lunch for Leon, for Chris this may as well be judgment day at the pearly gates. 

Don’t.

As if willing it so hard might psychically influence Chris into responding the right way.

Chris, don’t.

“What the hell are you trying to say?”

Fuck.

He couldn’t fault Chris for being defensive, but god, if there ever was a worse time for it.

“It’s a simple question, Mr Redfield.”

Chris rolled back his shoulders and leaned into his chair, hands clasped tightly on the tabletop, trying to calm himself as he regulated the tone of his response.  

“Of course we don’t condone the use of B.O.W’s, the BSAA was formed specifically to combat their use and propagation.” he responded calmly and confidently. 

“Thank you Mr Redfield, you’ve alleviated my concerns regarding your intelligence.”

Leon flinched at the insult. Glancing at Chris, he could see his friend's quick fuse burning at an alarming rate. 

“However your conviction is something I fear I must question.” 

Chris swallowed. The colour had drained ever so slightly from his face.

“I only think it’s right that the BSAA is transparent with regards to how it operates. We came to you on the good faith you would have the professionalism to help us clean up a horrific accident…” she gently placed the manilla folder back on the desk in front of her, and started to lay out items from inside it in an organised fashion.

“... and what are we without safety protocols and rigidity? Our products keep people alive and healthy all over the world, as I’m sure you’re all well aware.”

The venom in her tone caused a shiver to roll across Leon’s skin. 

“So to sit here in front of myself and my associates, and represent the BSAA, I find this conviction quite concerning with regards to what I’m going to show you.”

With a twist of her wrist she selected and slid a photograph down the length of the table, as if to twist the knife deeper.

“Care to explain this to me, Mr Redfield?”

Chris gently reached for the photograph, his hand trembled ever so slightly. The sight of Chris of all people, this nervous unsettled Leon like nothing else, despite everything he’d been through and seen before. Somehow a room full of big-pharma sharks was scarier than a giant monster covered in teeth and claws. He felt his heart beat a little faster as Chris eyed the photograph.

“I’m sorry, what exactly am I looking at?”

Good, good. Leon thought. Don’t give it to them easy. 

“What you are looking at, Mr Redfield, is an image pulled from our security system. It’s the clearest shot our team recovered, as either the camera’s were tampered with, or their blind spots were carefully utilised by this….” she paused, tapping the table with an acrylic nail as she pondered what word would be most appropriate.

“... individual.”

She paused to let the phrase sink in before continuing.

“It failed to hide entirely from us however, and in that image you can clearly see it is wearing a uniform that matches those of your team, yet it is not a human.”

Fuck. He’d been so careful, so cautious.

Something had felt off about the job from the minute Leon set boots on the ground outside the factory. Chris had assured him that it’d be smooth, he’d done it a hundred times before, there shouldn’t be any issues. It was a C-Virus outbreak for sure, but not the normal kind. Valhanian was working on vaccines and preventative medication, blockers for the immune system that could quickly and effectively obliterate the virus or prevent it from even gaining a hold on the system. The most common form was the standard strains that had a very similar effect on humans as the T-Virus did, which they were led to believe was the main focus of the factory - manufacturing and R&D for the ‘zombie’ strains. 

What they found waiting for them was most certainly not the standard C-Virus infected humans. 

Chris had brushed it off at the time, claiming that with how volatile the virus was, he wasn’t surprised that something had gone wrong and there were chrysalid variants in the facility.

Nothing’s without risk, something must have gone wrong, it’s not like we haven’t handled this sort of thing before.

Leon knew that there was no way in hell that a company with that much money in the game of vaccines would fuck around and find out - risking everything in the process. But it wasn’t worth arguing with Chris, he insisted that it wasn’t his job to worry about the science team’s side of things and that ‘Rebecca will figure it out.’ 

Chris was ever the optimist on his good days. Leon had seen too much to trust any corporation that invested in the field of medicine. You don’t get fission without fusion, and anyone who claimed that advancements in bio-organic warfare had no links to advancements in medicine, was a fool or a liar. Most likely both. 

Naturally, something went wrong on the job, sure he’d had a little ‘mutation’ incident, but Rebecca’s drugs worked a treat, they just took a while to fully kick in. 

.

“I don’t know what this is or what you’re trying to do, we don’t employ B.O.W’s as part of our operations, whatever you’re trying to claim with this is unfounded.” Chris responded in anger.

No no no you dumbass, don’t give it to them Chris!

“Mr. Redfield, I'm just being thorough.” Harker’s voice took the tone of a teacher reprimanding a student, “You’re no stranger to the industry, and I’m sure you understand we are very conscious and concerned about protecting our business. Incidents like this are of a high concern to us as the entire reason we brought the BSAA in to assist us was to stop a B.O.W incident.”

Chris glanced briefly at the BSAA staff seated around him, and Leon. Fear and panic reflected in his eyes, a silent cry for help. Leon could tell that Chris knew who was in the photograph and could only lie about it for so long before the game was given away.

Leon cleared his throat, drawing the attention of the sharks.

“Ms Harker I can assure you that Chris is just as shocked as you are, and that the BSAA operates at the highest level of-”

“Thank you for your assurance, Mr Kennedy,” Harker interrupted, her full attention snapping to Leon “but I believe you are not a member of the BSAA is that correct?”

There was a predatory look to her gaze. Leon’s heart skipped a beat.

“Yes, I’m temporarily assigned to assist them in operations regarding the C-Virus as I have first hand experience with it that has proven invaluable in us combatting further outbreaks.”

“I don’t doubt that Mr. Kennedy. I’m aware of your reputation and high standing. Our country has a lot to thank you for.” 

He shivered again. There was no genuinity to her tone.

“I just wish to express my concerns, as I feel we deserve an explanation to the security footage.”

Leon dug his fingers into his thigh, scrunching the fabric of his chinos, hands hidden under the table. Showing any public sign of fear or nerves would be his downfall.

“Trust is critical to any operation, but you all know this of course. How can we trust the BSAA after seeing this? How can you even trust yourselves?” 

Seeing a hint of a smile form at the edges of her mouth, Leon’s temper began to rise.

Chris began to speak, only to be cut off by Harker’s shrill tone.

“Have you considered that there may be individuals lying dormantly infected, unbeknownst to the world, the BSAA, even themselves?

Leon bit down on his tongue. 

“Perhaps there’s an infected individual sitting in this room with us right now.”

Chris went white and gripped the photograph tighter, holding himself back from instinctively looking away from Harker, he could see the bait now but it was too late.

“Perhaps it's someone not within the BSAA.” she trailed off softly as she shifted her sights from Chris to Leon. 

He felt the eyes of every member of the meeting shift to look at him in horror. 

[mangosmoothiepussyv3]

-looks around suspiciously-

tw is horny

"What's wrong?"

She sits up, biting her lip. "It's just...should we be doing this? I mean. We're _enemies_ after all." She subtly covers herself with her arms.

"I think we passed the point of being 'just enemies' whenever you helped me out with the dare." He snorts. She glared at him, but said nothing. He was right of course.

As soon as she agreed to do that for him, their relationship was changed irreversibly.

"So what are we then? Enemies with benefits?" She asks, giggling quietly at the term. Mephisto laughs with her.

"Well, you're trying to save the world, and I'm trying to end it. I'd say we're both pretty stressed, yeah?" He helps her lay back down, trailing kisses down her neck. "So let's just say that this arrangement is for some much needed...stress relief." He slowly guides her back into laying down.

He scrapes his fangs lightly against her skin. "What the other's don't know won't hurt them, right?" He purrs.

She gulps, trying to lubricate her dry throat with little success. What the other's don't know won't hurt them. He was right, once again.

"Nobody needs to know." She finally agrees quietly. He growls in approval, nipping harder at her skin.

"Good girl."

[dilf-luvr-4evr]

Tw nasty stuff (cawk discussion 😁)

No writing for today except for I think that arthur morgan has the girthier cock and john marston has the horse cock-

[taleswrittenmoving]

@writtenmisfits sent you keep me up at night . (geralt to jaskier)

There is many things that surprise him during his travels with Geralt, many monsters he never knew existed, but perhaps the most surprising thing is the way Geralt tells him he keeps him up at night.

It's certainly not poetry and Jaskier doesn't even know in what sense he means but the romantic in him makes his heart flutter in his chest, that pesky hopeful feeling coming up even when Jaskier tries to will it not to.

It could mean a million things. Maybe he worries, maybe he snores! Or maybe, just maybe, there is a chance that there is an entirely different reason that he keeps Geralt up at night.

Does he dare express his hope?

No, he swallows it back and locks it away.

"Do I snore? You know, you're no peaceful person to sleep next to either!" Fake offense, dramatics is far better than the prospect of getting his heart broken when that hope turns out to be false.

[luckyrabbit1927]

IT'S FINALLY UP!

[faffreux]

cough cough HEY

[0dotexe]

Of course, I love the computer.

It saved my life as a newborn. It gave me company in a neglectful environment on and offline. It gave me friends from distant places some of which have lasted over a decade at this point.

It cooks my food, it lights my home, it makes and plays the music that helps me fall asleep. It reminds me to take my medicine on time, it reads me things when I am too tired to do so, and if nothing else, it helps me create my art.

It is allowed to make mistakes, but it never does on purpose.

Of course, I love the computer. And the computer loves me back.

[laslow]

15. A heartbreaking memory

Deep down, he'd known the end was near. It started with little things--kissing a cheek instead of lips, claims of meetings running late into the night, clipped tones and annoyed remarks.

The wall he'd so carefully torn down was being rebuilt before his eyes and this time, there'd be no slipping his way through the cracks.

"Lucina, please," Inigo pleads. Hand reach for her, seeking reassurance, not realizing he's now lost that right. She crosses her arms and it's then he hears the death knell. Fingers curl back into his palms, like petals who lost their sunlight.

"Inigo, I am sorry." She shifts on her feet, not quite meeting his teary eyes. She's fine with confrontation until it's with her own feelings; Inigo thinks he'd rather face her anger than her stunted form of pity.

A tear slips down his cheek. "Did...did I do something wrong?" Anxiety claws up his throat, a thousand memories of their days together flashing through his mind in an instant. Gifting her flowers just to see her smile, the blush on her cheeks every time he kissed her goodnight, afternoons spent simply existing in one another's company. Had he pushed her too hard? He tried to understand and respect her boundaries, especially when she yelled at him about it.

She shakes her head, heterochromatic gaze finally meeting his. "No, you didn't." Shoulders heave with a sigh like she's still bearing the weight of the world. It isn't fair, he thinks, how she pushes away everyone's love. He'd fought for it tooth and nail, woken up every single day and freely offered his own in the hopes she'd realize it's not a burden to love someone.

He swipes at his face with the back a hand, sniffling as more tears fall. Stares at her for a heartbeat while he gathers his fractured thoughts. Memorizes her face one last time.

Notes that it's guilt in her eyes, not remorse.

"Goodnight, Inigo," Lucina says, resolute with her choice. Boots echo on the stones below as she walks past him. He doesn't register her abrupt departure at first, still staring at the space she'd previously occupied while she stalks further away.

"Wait, Luci!" He calls uselessly, whirling around too late. "I'm sorry," comes his broken whisper.

-------

Come morning, the others don't ask if he's seen Lucina. He chalks it up to his puffy, bloodshot eyes and the fact they all probably knew she'd end things before he did. Neither do they pester him for his lack of a smile; this is one situation he can't push through with a mask of sunshine and rainbows.

The entire day passes in a hazy blur before the truth sinks in: she'd left them all without a word.