#s: heartbeat

[danwhobrowses]

For anyone else who is gonna struggle surviving the next 3 weeks with the angsty and tense situation of Callowmoore here's a few things from the last 2 episodes that I feel were underrated and will assist in trying to keep me sane/emotionally stable: - Matching messed up hands built for holding - Fearne nervously playing with her hair as she approaches Ashton - Ashton wanted Fearne to be either the last thing they saw if they died or the first thing they saw when they succeeded - Fearne's admittance corroborates Ashley's 4SD revelation that Fearne is in love with someone in the party but doesn't know how to process the emotions - Fearne wanted Ashton to be happy, while Ashton wanted to feel whole so they would be worthy of the Hells - Ashton twice tried to lead a search for Fearne, and instantly clocking onto Chetney saying he followed Fearne - Fearne making herself look as radiant as possible before giving Ashton the cold shoulder - Ashton only rose to Chetney's provocations until he said 'You hurt Fearne' Use how you will

[clownsuu]

I have no clue if tumblr ate the ask or not (if it didn’t, I apologize for the double posting) BUT

BUT

Im glad to see so much art of Robbie getting so many friends who roughhouse with him, especially after the Robbie lore dump (possibly by coincidence? Since it wasn’t here) because he deserves friends who can handle and even match his energy :)))

YEAHHH IM GLAD TOO!! specially for a lonely guy like him,, he’s dumb and sometimes even criminal in what he does, but my golly he’s a really excited and happy guy,,,,,

[heart-2-get]

A bondage story with power exchange and then wholesome cardiophilia aftercare would be sooo cute and like what if it was about princesses or something :’)

this is my first time ever writing anything like this! it turned out to be a lot more about the power exchange than the bondage or cardiophilia, but the ending is soft and sweet and hopefully focused just enough on the heartbeats to be good! enjoy!

“N-nineteen!”  Alexandra cried, tears welling along her lash line and spilling down over her cheeks.  Her skin was so warm and flushed she was surprised they didn’t just evaporate into thin air on the spot rather than drenching the satin sheets beneath her as the sound of her mistress’ hairbrush striking her skin cracked through the air.

“Good girl,” Celeste purred, gently caressing Alexandra’s angry, welted skin with the back of the hand that held the brush.  “You’re so close, sweetheart.  Just one more.  Do you think you can take it for me?”

Alexandra nodded, yelping as she felt her mistress’ other hand slip up along her spine and fist in her curls, yanking her head back sharply.  She didn’t need to be prompted to know what the tug meant.

“Yes, your highness,” she choked, breathing a sigh of relief as the grip on her hair eased.  “Anything for you.”

Without any time or warning, the hairbrush came down on Alexandra’s backside one last time, pulling a shrill keen from her throat and causing her to sag into her mistress’ lap with a broken sob as she choked out a raspy twenty.  She bit her lip to stifle any more cries, afraid to earn herself any more swats.  She’d already gone from fifteen to twenty by squirming and protesting; if nothing else, she’d learned her lesson.

“There we go, we’re all done with your punishment,” Celeste murmured softly, setting the hairbrush aside and smoothing her palm over Alexandra’s inflamed skin, drawing a soft mewl out of her sub.  She gripped the other woman’s cheek firmly, carefully pulling it aside, watching Alexandra’s slit part just a little along with her buttocks, strings of slick clinging to her swollen pink folds.  “It looks like you enjoyed it.  I knew you would.  No matter how much you protest, you always get so wet when I spank you.”

Alexandra shuddered as she felt her mistress’ fingertips skirt along her cheek before slipping in the wetness between her thighs.  She couldn’t help the wanton moan that slipped out when one of those fingers sank deep into her tight, needy pussy.  It felt so good but it wasn’t nearly enough and she earned herself another hair pull as she arched her hips in a desperate attempt to take the finger even deeper.

“Not yet,” Celeste tutted disapprovingly.  “You don’t want me to have to spank you some more, do you?”

“No, my lady,” Alexandra warbled hurriedly.  “I’m sorry.  I promise I’ll behave.”

“Good.”  Celeste worked her finger out half way and slowly thrust back inside, her knuckle dragging against the other woman’s g-spot in the process.  “You know you’ll be rewarded soon.  I just want to play with your sweet little cunt a little before I let you come.  You know how much I love splitting you open on my fingers.”

Alexandra did know and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t absolutely love being stretched open and toyed with.  Though she and Celeste were of equal stature in their respective kingdoms, behind closed doors she loved feeling small and precious and filthy and used.  It helped to loosen something inside of her chest, the knot that began to form when she’d been in charge for a little too long without an outlet.  Letting Celeste take the reins gave her brain a chance to click off for a little while and she relished the time they got to spend together.

“Who does this pussy belong to?”

Alexandra moaned as a second finger joined the first, scissoring open inside of her, stretching her exquisitely around the intrusion.

“You, your highness.”  She clenched around the invading fingers and was rewarded with a caress down her back.  “All of me belongs to you.”

Celeste hummed contentedly, her fingers curling and gently bumping her sub’s cervix, causing stars to explode behind Alexandra’s tightly closed eyelids.  She teased the moaning, mewling woman for another moment or two before pulling her fingers out, gently patting Alexandra’s thigh.

“On your back and spread your legs for me,” Celeste ordered, watching as Alexandra hurried to obey.  Her eyes tracked the other woman as she circled the bed and she gave her sub a few moments to settle in before getting to her feet.  Moving to the foot of the bed, she took a moment just to admire the sight before her.  Her sub looked beautiful with her breasts heaving, nipples pebbled from arousal and legs spread wide to reveal her soaking wet, glistening cunt.

“I bet you’re going to taste extra sweet after all the abuse your poor little ass took,” Celeste murmured as she climbed onto the bed and crawled in between Alexandra’s thighs.

“Yes, please, your highness,” Alexandra begged, her heels digging into the mattress.

“Use your words, my sweet girl,” Celeste encouraged her sub.  “Tell me what you want.”

“Want your mouth on me.”  Alexandra swallowed thickly, moaning softly at the mere thought of it.  “O-on my pussy.  Please, my lady.”

Celeste chuckled softly, situating herself low on the bed, her face mere inches from Alexandra’s folds.  “I can’t help but give you what you want when you beg so pretty.”

Without another word, Celeste leaned in, her mouth closing around Alexandra’s clit.  She smiled as Alexandra’s hips rolled of their own volition, bringing her clit deeper into Celeste’s mouth, making it that much easier to swirl her tongue around it.  As she suckled on the swollen little nub, her fingers found Alexandra’s opening again, sinking inside just as easily as they had before.  She was rewarded with a gasp and cry from her sub and she encouraged the other woman with a broad sweep of her tongue over her folds.  

For the next several minutes, Celeste worked Alexandra into a fervor.  Alternating between licks, sucks, and nips to her clit and deep thrusts of her fingers into Alexandra’s hot, wet pussy, Celeste coaxed her toward an orgasm.  She could tell when Alexandra was getting close, knew just by the way Alexandra’s core spasmed around her penetrating fingers and the way her body writhed, chest heaving with shallow, desperate breaths.  

“I’m going to come, your highness,” Alexandra gasped breathlessly as Celeste sank a third finger into her waiting cunt, stretching her to her limit.  “May I please come?  I-I can’t hold it much longer!”

Celeste hummed, her mouth otherwise occupied, and edged Alexandra for another few seconds before lifting her head, never once missing a beat with her fingers, continuing their quick, maddening thrusting.  

“You know that’s not how we usually do things,” she hedged, her thumb coming up to take over teasing Alexandra’s clit.  “But since you took your punishment so well, I think I can be persuaded.  Ask me one more time, princess.”

Alexandra whimpered, squeezing her eyes tightly shut to hold back the tide of her climax.  “Please, my lady, may I come?  You feel so good inside me.  Please!”

Celeste drove her fingers in deep, stilling them inside as her thumb continued to rub Alexandra’s clit.  “Come for me.”

A heartbeat or two later and Alexandra was arching off the bed, her hips jerking as her thighs quivered, pussy clenching tight around Celeste’s fingers.  Celeste could feel the intensity of the orgasm as Alexandra rode it out and she relished each and every gasp and shout that tumbled from the other woman’s lips.  She murmured soft encouragements, rubbing Alexandra’s g-spot with a fierce precision that kept wave after wave of pleasure rolling through her sub’s body.  She lifted her free hand and splayed it across Alexandra’s belly, pressing in deeply to calm the savage bucking of the girl’s hips.  

As Alexandra’s orgasm finally started to subside and her body collapsed bonelessly against the mattress, Celeste was treated to the frantic fluttering of the artery running through Alexandra’s belly beneath her hand.  It stuttered a little when she carefully eased her fingers out from inside Alexandra’s spent and dripping pussy and Celeste couldn’t help but grin at the sensation knowing that she was responsible for the strain on her sub’s heart.

“You did so well,” she praised as she propped herself on her elbows before slowly rising to her knees, looking down at Alexandra’s exhausted form, her sub’s chest heaving as she desperately tried to catch her breath and calm her racing heartbeat.

Celeste shifted, shifting backwards off the bed and rising, meeting Alexandra’s gaze.  “Don’t move just yet, sweetheart; I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared into the ensuite bathroom for a minute, returning a short while later with a warm, wet cloth and coming to kneel between Alexandra’s thighs once more.  She made quick work of carefully cleaning the other woman up, wiping away the slick and saliva that was quickly drying along her folds, and tossed the cloth aside as she finished up.  

“How are you feeling?”  Celeste asked as she made her way around to Alexandra’s side, crawling in next to her and gently laying a hand on her belly. 

“M’good,” Alexandra murmured sleepily, her words slurring a little as she drifted in the blissful void between subspace and lucidity.  

“Do you need anything?”

Alexandra shook her head, her half-lidded gaze falling on Celeste.  “Can we just snuggle?”

“Of course,” Celeste said softly, lying down next to Alexandra and slipping a hand under the other girl’s shoulders, pulling her in close.  “Come here, princess.”

She kept still as Alexandra shifted around a little before finally settling with her head on Celeste’s chest.  Celeste smiled, carding her fingers through Alexandra’s hair, knowing the other woman could hear her slow, steady heartbeat.  She slipped her hand over Alexandra’s ribs, pressing her palm to the special spot beneath her sub’s breast where she knew her heartbeat was strongest.  Alexandra’s heart rate was still on the high side, but Celeste knew it wouldn’t be long before it slowed down to a much more relaxed pace.  

“You’re so beautiful,” Celeste murmured, dipping her head to press a kiss into Alexandra’s hair.  “My good girl.”

“All yours,” Alexandra whispered breathily.

Celeste hummed, her palm pressing a little more firmly against Alexandra’s heartbeat.

“Your heart and soul belong to me,” she agreed.  “And mine to you.”

Alexandra made a breathy noise of acknowledgment.  It was the last effort she made before her breathing evened out and Celeste knew she’d fallen asleep.  She could feel Alexandra’s heartbeat settle into a slow, steady rhythm beneath her hand as sleep claimed her and she was content to simply hold the other woman close.  After all, Alexandra’s heart was a precious gift that had been given to Celeste with the utmost trust and she would treat it with all the love and care in the world for as long as Alexandra let her.

feel free to request something!

[caspersscareschool]

he literally sews his kids stupid little outfits from scratch does anyone even fucking care

[kumakuma-circus]

not me listening to SNOWFLAKES on loop cuz it's low-key my favorite p4 song and realizing the lyrics like perfectly encompass yu's feelings about inaba and his friends and having to leave.

LOOK AT THIS SHIT. UGHHHHHH. THE PAIN OF HAVING MEDIA COMPREHENSION SKILLS,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

[tekitothemagpie]

Luis : you're the most jealous man I know

Leon, taking his gun out : you know other men?

Luis : ...

[bitterseaproduction]

On one hand? Ear infection became bronchitis.

On the other hand? Spent a sleepless night + morning in urgent care distracting myself with a brainstorm of baby Phoenix Wright actually managing to get face-to-face with baby Demon Prosecutor Edgeworth and interacting long enough for a) Von Karma to vibe check those two and b) Wrightworth to have mutual angst over Miles bonding with, then pushing Phoenix away to protect the both of them.

Queue a dramatic sequence of dominoes as Phoenix rebounds hard for Dahlia, then Von Karma gets Miles purposely put on the Doug Swallow case so Miles has to prosecute and convict Phoenix for murder (and thus get him killed) while listening to Phoenix’s hurt betrayal and desperate faith in him and his cooing over Dahlia Hawthorne, all against the backdrop of Mia spitting resentment at Miles and Dahlia both, yet inspiring Phoenix to fight back, and of course Miles would pull a Turnabout Samurai and suddenly start helping the defense and protecting Phoenix and the shock from Mia and relief from Phoenix even as he’s heartbroken again by Dahlia’s coldness (poor guy kicked by BOTH his loves in the same year!) and Phoenix is found Not Guilty but OH the fallout with Von Karma for purposely losing alongside Iris getting revealed early? Oh, the joy.

Long story short, Edgeworth leaves or gets kicked out of the prosecutor’s office, all while assuming the love of his life (the one he rejected and endangered yet ultimately saved) is going to get his happily ever after with his actually sweet girlfriend after all…

…And then Mia Fey approaches him. Questions his actions. Commends him. Offers him a job.

And on Miles’ first day at Fey & Co’s office, the first person to walk in is not a client, but Phoenix Wright, his face mask gone, an art portfolio bag slung over his shoulder, and that silly pink sweater of his swapped for a blue hoodie. Miles takes one look at the man and freezes up, and can only watch as Phoenix bows to Mia, thanking her before stuttering out a request to speak to Miles privately, all while shooting the new defense lawyer a wide, hopeful smile.

And Miles Edgeworth finds himself for once truly and utterly speechless.

[movietonight]

Play It By Ear plot that is simultaneously a M*A*S*H episode plot

[tyrianludaship]

This isn't completely related to selfshipping but i unironically love making up shipnames for my s/i and the tf2 characters.

[also to note: some of these are not canon; pyro and scout are friends; and saxton hale is just kinda there. idk he's alright.]

Engineer x Morale: Radio Repair

Soldier x Morale: Roger That

Spy x Morale: Esprit de corps, Radio Drama

Medic x Morale: Herzschlag / Heartbeat

Demoman x Morale: Boombox

Sniper x Morale: Radio Silence, National Outback

Heavy x Morale: Tea and Jam

Scout x Morale: Skip Distance

Pyro x Morale: Smoke Signals

Miss Pauling x Morale: Two-way Radio

Saxton Hale x Morale: Mating Calls [this one is just dumb ignore]

Proships DNI

[winksasleeplesseye]

Guys…someone is at my front door. Should I let them in?

[tai-janai]

A fusion that you've been wanting to draw more off

fusions have been on the backburner for quite some time (whenever im drawing digitally its either smaller doodles or im working on the next animatic) but this is one that i wanted to show off. hunted and paranoid would be such a fun duo and i just know they are Not going to let go of hero anytime soon.

[icouldbeyourprettygirl]

Sometimes I feel so left behind? My friends are in relationships or starting to date, and here I am, in love with a married man old enough to be my father. They're experiencing all kinds of firsts, and I've never even held hands with a guy.

[oh-meow-swirls]

it's kind of weird to me that they didn't bother releasing sushi and tempura internationally at all but at the same time i'm kinda glad they didn't cuz like. yo-kai watch was financially failing in the west by the time 3 released. i feel like if they had released sushi and tempura the franchise would've completely tanked before we got sukiyaki which would've sucked. honestly if anything i feel like it's more surprising that we got all three versions of 2 instead of them just releasing psychic specters but tbf i think yo-kai watch was doing well in the west when 2 released. 2 is just inexplicably what killed the franchise despite being a masterpiece-

[myeoomski]

I NEED to paint whizzer. Yes or no?I NEED TO DRAW GRRRRR

[southernspiritnorthernheart]