#shon tag

[toddstool]

ik red velvet is a 10 year old group but i still havent gotten enough of them 😭 i have so much more that i want to see from them but i kinda feel like they're slowing down because they want to focus on other things?? Wendy and Seulgi on solo stuff and Yeri on acting and im nervous there's a possibility they don't want to be a group anymore, especially with SMs treatment of them. their vocal harmony is so special to me, and their comebacks have always added something so extra to the kpop scene. plus we've only gotten FOUR FULL ALBUMS!!! I also have so many concept ideas for them and I just want mooorreeeee from them MOOOORREEEEEE

[sunsetforestzone]

space oddity relationship chart

[lymmsweb]

You call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count : 1199

🕷tags : mutual pining, makeout session, slight angst

🕷summary : Miguel needs a quick break, you’re the only one that can get him to get a breath of fresh air.

Miguel had been cooped up in his office at the Spider HQ reviewing reports on potential threats to the multiverse, he had a admirable work ethic that was near impossible to break him out of, that was one of the traits many respected him for. Bags were starting to form under his eyes as the silence of the night filled the air until Lyla would chime in a statistic or overview, he paid no mind to his slight fatigue and continued typing and swiping away at the holographic screens. Lost in thought he didn’t hear your soft footsteps become louder and close in on him, a warm coffee filled mug you had made him was slightly burning your fingertips as you held onto it.

“Miguel?” you called out to him, making him smile to himself at the sound of your voice. He stopped what he was reading, turning around to look at you.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned with concern, no malice laced in his tone “It’s so late.” He took you in, the way your hair was ruffled just the right amount, the way the moonlit night casted blue shadows on your best features and how you always greeted him with a smile.

You handed him the mug, his eyes lighting up as his fingers touched yours momentarily “You’ve been in here all day, I haven’t seen you at all!” A bittersweet feeling dried up his mouth, he was glad you thought of him but he felt like he should push you away as to avoid heartbreak, he knew that most of the time in every dimension Spiderman’s love life was a cruel joke.

“I’ve been working.” he brought the mug to his lips taking a sip of the coffee, not once breaking eye contact “Thanks.” He grimaced slightly, he hated coffee though he’d never tell you that.

“Take a break Mi-” you tried to reason

“I’ve got too much work.” he tried to make any excuse as to not give in

“Please?’ you leaned closer to him, inviting and tempting him. He stared hard. His heart beat in a frenzy, he heard how the pulse quickened in his ears yet his poker face wasn’t even slightly cracking. His mind raced from all the different outcomes that you could tangle him in or, all the situations he had to untangle in his work, his inhibition slowly crumbling away every second he felt your warmth radiating into him.

“Please.” you softly pleaded placing your hand on his wrist, sending electrical like shocks to him that make a shiver run down his spine. He finally felt how his eyes ached, his head hurt and his suit felt unbearingly uncomfortable.

“Fine, fine you win,” he took another sip of the drink, resisting the urge to gag “where do you want to go?”

You let him go and pondered for a bit, nothing would be open at these late hours and he desperately needed an escape from the stuffy air indoors. “We could climb to the roof?” you suggested, he simply gave you a curt nod and you two started walking through the long passageways of the HQ in a comfortable silence. Almost no one was there at the time, only a handful of Spider-people stayed to catch up with old friends.By the time you two made it outside he had already finished the drink you gave him, placing it on a random table you two passed by.

“See how good the air feels?” you exclaimed, sticking to the side of the building by your feet and started to walk up it as if gravity did not apply to you. He watched you, your hair drooped down exposing more of your features, the carefree way you carried yourself and how much his heart burned with passion. Once you were a couple meters above him he jumped up too, right alongside you. He straightened his back as he matched your pace, his eyes staring blankly at the moon and stars that shon brightly whilst the air started to freshen his mind up. All that could be heard was the sound of cars drifting by as if they were in no rush, the apartments surrounding the tall building had some rooms illuminated in bright colours, adding a sense of personality to the charming view.

“Thanks.” he glanced over to you, trying his best to be sneaky.

“For what?” you looked over to him, he was staring at you like he was star struck. Miguel’s eyes wandered to your lips, eyes and blushed cheeks as every syllable escaped your mouth.

“I never realized how beautiful…” he hesitated, unsure of what would spill out of his mouth “Nueva York is at night.” A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he finished his statement, he couldn’t care less on what Nueva York looked like. Breaking away from his gaze you looked around, the ground looked so far away that cars looked like small insects passing by in an orderly line. All the stars illuminated you two and the building you were scaling, only a couple meters from the very top a rush of excitement passed over you. You responded to him with a small noise of agreement as you finally made it to the top. Sitting down as you looked at the city he fought so hard to protect, he sat down with you too, shoulders touching each other without either of you saying a word. His muscles relaxed into your touch. Each breath he took the fatigue was slowly catching up to him.

“Por dios it’s been ages since i’ve felt like this.” he shifted his leg so it was pressed up against yours whilst he fiddled with his fingers

“You need,” looking over to him your faces were mere inches apart, he never once stopped looking at you. His lips were parted showing just the tip of his fangs, his breath smelt like black coffee and his red eyes were mixing beautifully with the blue hues of the night. His suit retracted just so his bare hands were on display, bringing them to your lips and gently felt your lips “a break.” you breathlessly finished your sentence just before he closed the distance, his chapped lips gracefully glided against yours whilst his hands held your jaw in place. He turned his body to lean into the kiss more, effectively shielding you from the cool air as he covered you with his body. your hands roamed from his waist all the way up to his hair, slightly tugging it which drove him crazy. A sudden feeling of hunger took control over him, he roughly deepened the kiss as his hands started to push you into him from the nape of your neck. His fangs slightly nicked your tongue which resulted in a faint metallic taste mixed with your saliva. The lack of air was making your lungs scream for oxygen. Placing your hands on his chest you firmly pushed him signaling him to stop which he understood almost immediately, both of you were left breathless afterwards, panting and smiling as you two just looked at each other.

“Guess i should take more breaks?”

a/n: Por dios - For god’s sake. I got the title from this song! Any criticism is welcome and i didnt proofread too in depth:) Also huge brainrot for this himbo

[fan-goddess]

Hi hi! If the kinktober requests are still open, could I possibly ask for a dark!Billy Washington with a religious/innocence kink (like the reader is innocent and he wants to corrupt her), maybe even breeding if it’s not too much to ask?

If it’s not acceptable, it’s okay!!! Thank you, and I hope you are well 💕💕

Authors Note: Thank you love I hope you’re well too thank you. Don’t worry it’s not too much at all! I went more down the innocent road rather than the religious one but I hope you don’t mind,

Warnings: THIS TECHNICALLY INVOLVES NON-CON AS BILLY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF A DRUNK PERSON, p in v sex, innocence, breeding kink, manipulation, stalking, Billy talks bad about religion, dirty talk, breeding kink, virginity loss, cock warming technically, obsessive behaviour, anxiety, ptsd, sort of drugging, Dark!Billy Washington, (IF I MISS ANY LET ME KNOW!)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @helaelaemond @omgbrcat

Ever since Billy was young, he never truly had anything that solely belonged to him.

His toys were always ripped and battered from Lana. His clothes throughout his younger years till all the way to his late teens were always worn down by his dad. Even his girlfriend at the time had said on the second date that she was seeing this other guy too.

Everything Billy had owned, had always been used by another person. And he thought that was what his life would be like from then on. Getting life’s second hand leftovers. That was however, until he met you.

You were perfect. A virgin if he ever saw one, who had been untouched by a man. Unspoiled, dare he even say.

Which is why he was so eager to have you in his lap, crying out his name for everyone to hear who you belonged too.

Billy had originally met you in one of his rehabilitation group sessions. You weren’t one of the ones part of the session. Instead, you were one of those helping out as one of the few volunteers. All decked out in your typical skinny jeans and plain t-shirt, all brought together by the name tag where your name shon with black sharpie.

He can’t deny that he wasn’t ever annoyed by the high pitched fakeness of your tone as you would sometimes speak to him, but he can’t deny that your body bending over to pick up leaflets certainly made up for it.

He finds himself watching you continuously. Never allowing himself to let his eyes leave you. He even followed you home once. The way his heart beat hard against his chest as he made sure to walk twenty paces behind you becoming an addictive feeling he’s never felt before in his life.

He even wrote it all down. He wrote about the parties he heard you talking about with another volunteer, friends names you mentioned hanging out with, making sure to highlight any that sounded like it belonged to a man in red.

Only the watching wasn’t enough for him. As soon, after coming up to his fifth month of group, he became desperate for the feeling of your skin. Sure, he’s felt it briefly when you’ve passed him something, but it was a different sort of touch he was craved.

Billy craved for the feeling of your wet walls clenching hard on his cock while you moaned for more. He wanted the feeling of your nails, currently painted an odd shade of yellow, digging so harshly into his back that he could feel blood trickling down till a puddle formed on the sheets. He wanted your lips that he knows you paint with strawberry lipgloss on his. Smothering you in love, devotion, obsession, until he knows you’ll never leave him.

He plays the game when he talks to you finally. Talking about his sad little life, relishing in the sad faces you make as he tells you his story. At the end of it, you even offer him a hug for what he’s been through, a pathetic thing which still he quickly accepts, committing to memory the feeling of your breasts pressed against his chest.

He craves the feeling again, and again. So he does what he does best. He tells you more stories about him. Weaving little white lies about himself to gage your reactions and see if your sympathy is true or not. And to his delight, it is.

Whenever Billy manages to get you to open up about yourself, there is always a mention of faith, and gods generosity and kindness scattered in there. It’s annoying really, but if he has to put up with it to be with you, he will. Cause theres nothing stopping him from being with you. Not even God, who supposedly watches all.

“Why don’t I take you to dinner tomorrow? As a thank you for helping me through this tough time in my life and all?” Billy asks once, zipping up his jacket in a supposed carefree manner, pretending not to smirk at the sight of your bashfully bright red face looking at him worriedly.

“I don’t know if I can-“

“Please?” He interrupts, putting on a begging face as he looks at you, admiring the way you begin to bite your in a nervous manner. “I just want to repay you in anyway I can.”

You seem to think on it a few minutes before nodding in agreement. And for the first time in his pathetic little life, Billy Washington feels like God is smiling down on him.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at around seven. Can I have your number so I can text you?”

Everything is going to plan, Billy thinks as he adds your number in his phone, secretly adding a small heart to the end of your contact name. Everything is falling right where he wants them to…

He doesn’t follow you home that night. Allowing you the privilege this once as a special sort of treat.

The next day though, Billy’s mind is solely on you. How he’s going to impress you, how he’s going to talk to you, and even how he’s going to possibly fuck you too.

The thoughts only darken when he gets the text from you saying your address, not that he needs it, and he arrives in front of your house ready to pick you up, texting you to say he was waiting. Which by the look of you, was well worth the wait.

The dress does wonders as it desperately clings to your curves. It being a black material that stops a little above your knees, and does not much to cover your breasts that he can clearly from where he sat in the can see straining against the fabric.

“You look gorgeous.” Billy states, smirking at the way you blush under his praise. Hiding the way his eyes roam over your body as your distracted putting the seatbelt on in the car, and quickly tearing them away to look in front as you turn to look at him.

Though as he moves to turn the keys to start the engine, the sudden urge to check the car overcomes him. Even though Billy knows that he checked the car at least three times before coming to pick you up.

“Billy, are you alright?” You ask, your eyes wide with concern and your hand softly laid on his arm in a comforting manner.

As much as he wants to yell and panic though, he knows for your sake he needs to act calm. So he tries to speak with the calmest voice he can muster at that moment.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine love. Little nervous that’s all. Nothing to worry about!” It doesn’t come out as smooth as he likes, as he can immediately feel the harshness of his tone. Slightly regretting the fact he’s directing it at you.

“Please take your time Billy. It’s okay.” He recognises your work voice immediately, and yet it seemingly works as he begins to deeply breathe, and his heart manages to calm itself down somehow. Possibly because he’s focusing on your hand that you’ve placed on his shoulder, your thumb tracing small shapes on his back.

After a few minutes though of silence filled only with his heavy breaths and your calming murmurs, he’s ready to go again. Turning on the car engine with a deep breath and moving his feet to move the car. Even allowing himself to turn on the radio and have some random pop song play in the background that to his amusement you begin humming along too.

When the two of you eventually get to the restaurant Billy made the reservation at, he lets a sigh of relief he didn’t even realise he was holding go. Quickly moving to get out not due to the anxiety caused by the car, but so he can move to your side and open the door for you, making sure you don’t get hit by any oncoming traffic.

“Why thank you kind sir!” You giggle, a faint redness on your cheeks spreading to your ears that makes Billy want to shove everything out the way and just take you right then and there in the car until there’s nothing left to take. To claim you until there’s nothing left for him to claim.

“You’re welcome my dear lady!” He grins back, eager to get inside and sit with you properly.

When Billy steps inside the restaurant, making sure to hold the door open again for you, he silently says his name to the man waiting by the reservation book, and is so grateful for everything when the man says the table is already available to sit at and begins to lead him and you to the table. Once again making sure that before you sit he pulls the chair out for you, to which you giggle once again at his actions. If Billy had his way, he’d record your laugh and make it so he could listen to it every hour of the day.

The menus the two of you are given are large, and filled to the brim with unknown names of foods Billy has no idea the origins of. His eyes try to find the familiar things. The restaurant burgers. The pizzas. Even the steak and chips. But there was absolutely fuck all. The only thing he actually spotted was yes, a steak, but it was nearly forty quid. And as much as he wants to impress you, he also wants to not be bankrupted by a fucking steak and chips.

His eyes anxiously look over at you in front of him, and to his strange relief, he sees your own awkward eyes already looking back at him.

“You alright?” Your eyes flick from the menu to him, and he begins to understand what you’re implying.

“This a very fancy place Billy. Where did you hear about it?” You ask, closing the menu and putting it down on the table as you await his answer.

“My uh, my sister may have recommended it when I asked her for a fancy place to ea…” He mumbles, his eyes trailing to the table as his anxiety makes itself known again. That is however, until your hand comes into his line of sight, and it intertwines with his own. A feeling of warmth that Billy never felt with anyone, especially with Becky, making itself known in his chest.

“Your sister Lana right? Well I think she made the right choice when you said fancy, but I’ll be honest, I don’t think I know even three quarters of whatever is on this menu!” You laugh, and Billy can’t help but let out a sigh of relief at your words.

“Me neither!” He laughs, finding himself enjoying your shared confusion. “Did you want to get out of here? We could always go back to mine and order a takeaway?”

“Oh my god that sounds perfect! Can I just say though I have been craving a Chinese these last few nights, so could we get that please?” A rare genuine smile takes over Billy’s face as he subdues every urge within him to kiss you for how perfect you are for him, and instead, he just agrees with your option, and goes to stand before moving to take your hand in his. He relishes in the warmth your hand provides while he drags you to the exit, the two of you giggling like children as you pass the waiter who sat you down not even five minutes ago, and currently looking at the two of you in deep confusion.

He possibly even calls after the two of you, yet Billy and you are already stepping out the door and making a beeline towards the car, giggling like children as you do so.

There isn’t the same hesitation this time when Billy moves to start the car, nor is there the same compulsion to check the cars entirety for explosives. This time, he can only focus on the way your head tilts back when you laugh, and how he wonders if you would do a similar thing when he fucks you. Your neck looks perfectly bared for him, and he can’t help but make a slight noise as he thinks about marking the entire area with his teeth and lips.

By the time the two of you get to his flat, Billy’s cock is by the least semi hard in his trousers, practically begging to be touched by you.

Even when the two of you get inside the building and into the elevator, you chat about random things while he imagines pinning you against the wall and filling you. He images you begging for him to stop, that someone will find and see the both of you. Only he won’t stop. He’ll continue eating your pussy till you cum all over his face, like a dirty slut he knows you to truly be.

“We’re here, Billy?” You say, tearing him from his thoughts and reminding him of where he is. Of who he’s with. The one who’s made his cock almost fully hard right now in his underwear.

“Shit sorry!” He apologises, pretending he was just lost in thought as he opens the door and allows you to head in before him, ladies first and all that shit, before the heading in and closing the door behind him, and locking it in the process. Unbeknownst to you though, who’s too busy admiring every little thing in the room as if you’ve never seen anything like it before.

“Didn’t know you played guitar!” You gasped, pointing to the pathetic looking thing sitting in the corner of the room.

“I don’t…” He grumbles, remembering all the lessons he had and forgot as a lanky teenager. He chooses to ignore the regretful expression on your face, and instead focusing on getting the Chinese takeaway leaflet hung on his fridge with a random magnet, handing it to you and asking what you want to order. His treat.

You answer with basic menu items, but Billy has no idea if it’s because you actually like that food, or because you think he doesn’t have enough money or spice tolerance to order the more extreme items. Either way though, he doesn’t mind. In both, he still has you sitting on his shitty second hand sofa eating a meal with him. He’s practically in fucking heaven and nothing could take that away from him.

The talk in between the ordering and the delivery is basic too, as Billy makes sure to focus all the attention on you. What you like to do in your free time, what your favourite foods are, what are your family like, etc. They totally aren’t questions he needs to know if he ever locked you in his home sometime in the future….

Though as he’s getting to know your dream job as a child, a princess, which is unsurprisingly basic of you, there’s a knock on the door. And when he unlocks it and opens it, a friendly looking man stands there holding the food bag with the restaurants logo in his hands, ready for his payment, which Billy gives with a small nod before shutting the door and locking it again behind him.

When he gets to the living room though, he’s thoroughly surprised to see you’ve already managed to find plates and cutlery to eat with.

“That was quick!” He chuckles in amusement, finding it cute the way you shy away suddenly from his gaze.

“Shut up!” You laugh, busying yourself by setting the food up on the small table in front of the sofa. Billy walks into the kitchen again, hanging up the menu in its original place on the fridge before opening it and hesitating on grabbing a can of beer, thinking of the situation at hand, and instead grabbing two cans of off brand coke he bought at Aldi a couple days ago. Bringing them into the living room and placing them on coasters you somehow also managed to find.

“Thanks Billy!” You smile, and that warm feeling rises again in his chest, fighting against the feeling of arousal that you somehow haven’t noticed yet, probably due to his slightly baggy shirt covering it. He almost wants you to notice it though. He wants you to know how hard he is for you, and how hard it is to stop himself from dragging you to his bedroom, whether that’s with you willing or not with you kicking and screaming, and taking you as his own. Taking you as his, having you solely as his own… It was pretty fucking intoxicating.

The two of you begin to eat, putting on some random tv series in the background as the two of you talked some more about only you each other.

Billy excuses himself though to grab more drinks for the both of you, but this time something stops him from grabbing another can of coke. Instead, something pulls him towards the cans of beer, his hand frozen at it reaches out to them.

“Do you want something stronger than a coke? I’ve only get some beer cans though!” He calls, grinning like the cat who ate the canary when he hears you enthusiastically say you’d love that, practically strutting into the room with the two cans in his hands.

Billy only sips at his every so often, but you, you drink the cans easily like water, and Billy can’t help himself but bring you more, until you’re giggling like mad and laying your whole body on his for some stability. He’s not even surprised that you’re such a lightweight.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were really cute…” You say, the words sending bolts of pure lightening down Billy’s spine.

“Oh really now…” He smirks, using your brought on ditziness as an excuse to touch your face. The perverse voice in the back of his head loud and proud as you seem to almost instinctively nuzzle into his palm.

“Good girl…”

It comes out before he thinks, and Billy freezes in horror soon as he says it. Though that quickly melts away, and a new familiar feeling comes over him as he can physically see your breath hitch and your face bloom a light shade of pink.

“Oh, did you like that little one? Did you like me calling you a good girl for me?” Billy purrs, his other hand finding a place on your hip as you wordlessly nod your head in agreement.

Your eyes appear droopy, yet somehow, also entirely focused on his lips that still are curled into a dark smile.

“Do you want to kiss me little one?” He doesn’t even wait for a direct answer though, as as soon as he says this he moves in to connect his lips to yours. A noise that could be called a snarl roaring within him as he feels your lips moving against his own, and your body eagerly moving to sit on his lap. He releases a small sound of surprise at your sudden eagerness, yet he certainly isn’t disappointed by it.

“Eager little thing…” He chuckles, quickly moving to kiss you again, savouring the taste of your lips. A little salty from the food, a hint of alcohol from the many beers, and strawberry from the lipgloss he always sees you put on. It’s a strange combination, but so fucking addictive that Billy doesn’t think he could ever tire from it.

So the two of you stay like that for a while. The tv still playing some random channel 4 programme in the background, while the two of you kiss to your hearts contents. Billy’s hands still firmly grasping on your hip and your jawbone. You however, seem to be dissatisfied with the situation. As your hips begin to grind slightly on his boner which you’ve finally noticed, and you make small gasps of air as you both continue kissing.

Though the ache in Billy’s own clothes begins to become too severe and prominent. So he feels he has no other choice but to suddenly release himself from your lips, much to your chagrin as you whine in annoyance.

“Now now little one no need to whine so much. Cause I’m gonna fuck you now, alright? Gonna shove my cock so deep in your wet tight cunt that you’re gonna be feeling me for days… do you understand me?”

You quickly nod your head, and Billy hums in approval, making quick work to strip you of your clothes. But before anything, he pulls the top of your dress down, and puts his mouth on your gorgeous fucking tits.

“Oh Billy!” You whine for the first, though certainly not the last time that night. His lips and teeth making quick work to mark and suck at your skin, humming in delight as he moves as he pleases. Some areas were already developing dark marks, while some were just shiny from to practically drooling mouth.

It takes a long time before Billy feels like he’s properly ‘marked’ you. His eyes shining in approval as his eyes wander over his canvas, aka, your chest.

“Billy please I want you!” You whine, biting your lip with a dazed look in your eyes.

“Oh yeah? You want me that badly huh…” Billy hums, relishing in the attention he has never been given before. He relishes in the feeling of your entire being wanting him as desperately as you did right now. It almost makes his head spin with all that focus on him alone.

You eagerly move your head up and down, and all Billy can find himself doing is moving you to lay on the sofa, his hands eagerly moving to tear the remaining clothes on your body off and fling it somewhere in the room.

When you are naked in front of him though, the air in his lungs practically vanished as he has to stop and admire you. Your upper half covered in his markings, while your lower half he can see is shiny all from your wetness.

“Fucking beautiful…” He murmurs, not bothering to see your reactions as he lunges forward and begins to frantically move his tongue around your cunt.

Billy Washington may not have gone down on any many women, but with all that time he’s spent watching crappy porn videos and jerked himself off imaging going down on you, the enthusiasm he shows certainly seems to make up for it.

He can hear the sounds of your moans above him, which makes him even more desperate to make you cum on his tongue and feel you later in the night soak his cock. His lips suck and nibble slightly on your clit, and he chuckles into the depth of your warmth as he feels your thighs clenching round his head and your hand gripping as tight as it could in his hair.

Billy doesn’t stop after the first time you cum on his tongue, humming delightfully at the taste of you. He doesn’t even stop after the second. He only stops after the third, when you’re practically crying for him to stop. The sound of which sending such a thrill down his entire body that he knows he needs to fuck your now, or else he’ll go insane. Or at least, more insane than he possibly is.

He takes his clothes off at a normal pace, as as much as he’d like to strip as quickly as he could to sink himself deep inside of you, Billy can’t help but chuckle at your wide eyed hazed looking eyes staring at every inch of his body, seemingly unable to look away. It was that moment that made him remember what drew him to you. It’s what made him remember that you were an actual virgin, making it that this moment would be the first you ever saw a cock.

“Beg for me.” Billy grunts, leaning over your body and caging you with his own. The grip on your body tightening when you don’t respond to his demand.

“Please Billy! You suddenly whine, his own eyes focused on your lips that look swollen and sore from both kissing and from you biting them in an attempt to muffle your noises from earlier. “I really want you to fuck me! Wanna feel you deep inside me! Please!”

He grunts, surprised at your use dirty words, but certainly satisfied enough from them, and thrusts himself forward, sheathing himself fully inside you with a loud deep groan. He can feel your whole body tense at the intrusion, and for only your benefit, Billy keeps himself as still as he can so you can get used to this unknown feeling of his large cock in your small little cunt.

“The best little fucking pussy.” He murmurs with furrowed brows, your own face scrunched up in pleasure and your mouth hung open in a silent scream.

He wants to start thrusting hard and fast, but instead he starts slowly. Allowing himself to relish in the whimpers you let out as he pushes himself as deep as he can inside you before pulling out and leaving only the tip inside you.

“G-go faster Billy!” You whine, the grip you have on his forearms leaving small indents from your yellow painted nails.

“Say please now, little one.” He grunts.

“P-please Billy! Please fuck me faster and harder!”

“Good girl…” He praises, gripping your writhing body tighter before moving his hips as fast as he can, almost laughing out loud at the way your voice goes nearly ten times higher at the sudden change in pace.

The sounds themselves though are barely illegible. Words half spoken before they’re cut off by a moan or two. It was fucking heavenly, if Billy dared to call it that.

His only true focus though, is the feeling of your wet warm walls clenching every so often on his cock, and that rough patch he hits when he thrusts his hips at a certain angle, which draws such a wanton sound from your lips he’d almost believe he was watching a live action porno.

Billy tries so hit it more, shuffling his body so he can try and hit that spot as much as he can. Which even though it’s takes an almost embarrassingly long time to find, it’s certainly rewarded by the new noises you make and the way your body twitches against him.

It feels like a fucking dream. The way you’re practically crying from the pleasure and the way you hold onto him refusing to let him go, desperate for more like an eager slut. He knows at that very moment that he’ll never willingly let you go now. Not when he feels you cum hard on his cock for the fourth with what could only be called a shriek falling from your lips, the feeling of which triggering his own release so his cum shoots as deep as it could inside you. No condom being there to stop him from doing so.

The sound of his heavy breathing mixed with your own, excluding the tv which continues playing some unknown thing, is all the two of you can hear as you wordlessly stare at each other. His cock, that by now has softened, is still inside you. Yet the closeness of that is strangely comforting to him. More comforting than anything he’s felt with anyone else.

Billy still doesn’t speak as he moves the both of you to a more comfortable position. Neither do you as Billy moves to spoon you, still with his cock inside you, his cum though beginning to leak from your cunt down to your thighs.

His face burrows in your neck, and he breathes in your scent slightly before pressing a light kiss to one of the more higher up hickeys he earlier marked on your chest.

His right hand cups your stomach, where he knows his cum is currently located, and he imagines what would happen if he had gotten you pregnant right now. An thought of him and you living in a nice house just on the outskirts of London, him coming home from work of some kind and being greeted by you at the door all dolled up with a miniature you hanging on your hip. It’s intoxicating, it’s gorgeous, and he knows he’d hurt anyone, and do anything possible to see that dream become a reality for him.

As you nuzzle back into his warmth, the effects of the drinks still lingering in you, you have no idea of his thoughts. No idea of what you have just set into place.

You have no idea that you’re never leaving Billy Washingtons embrace ever again.

[colaloli]

Re-PSA to people new to blst or don't have twt/not in discord server, in general unaware of user "shonpota" but this time I'm tagging blst tags lol

This tweet has a lot of quotes, all you can read on about shon's ways from both the oldest players of blackstar to very recent ones. Honestly, not much has change with them aside they got worse with the rage bait, triggers, trauma dump and mischaracterization of characters.

[alainamama17]

100 Days of Music - Music Challenge

Day 75 (11/3/23)

Good evening and Happy Friday everyone. Bet you think our theme today has something to do with soft rock music. Well.... it kind of does, but probably NOT how you think.

Somewhere in the late 70's early 80's the heavy rockers, or at least artists we classified as such revealed their "softer" sides with a ballad unlike their usual fare.

So, share a song or songs you like by a heavy rock band that shows their "softer" side.

Send Her My Love - Journey (of course I gotta go with my favorite song by my favorite rock band... I love the story of how they got into the softer stuff, much to Neil Shon's chagrin (until he realized all the chicks that showed up at their shows all of sudden because of the softer songs)

Never Say Goodbye - Bon Jovi

Fade to Black - Metallica

Sound of Silence - Disturbed

What are some of your "softer" faves by those bands with harder edges. :)

@worldleaderpretend1969, @biggreenhouse, @lusnicky, @delightedobserverintraining, @prbworld21, @flat-in-life, @secondlifep, @interestedin-life, @chaotic-music-collector, @a-lil-jaded-1

If I haven't tagged you, you're always welcome to play along with us

[creature-of-the-stars]

Weeds Among Stones: Chapter 4 - Planned, but Not Wanted

Read here

*No chapter warnings*

Parings: Vreenak/F OC, Letant/F OC.

Tags: fake relationship, enemies-to-lovers, Romulan shon-ha'lok, female friendship, eventual smut

“Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.” - Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre This is a dramatic angst-filled journey with two slow-burn relationships tossed into the mix. Enemies become unlikely lovers, and friendships turn into found families as the characters get thrown across space and time.

**Personal note: I took some time off of Tumblr and purposely ignored my notifications because there is a user who I blocked (some of you know about that drama) that ended up making a few more accounts just so they could continue sending me hurtful asks. Now, I'm shutting off asks on both my accounts. So, I'm only just now getting to the legit notifications from mutuals (@deepspacedukat you'll be getting probably a lot of notifications from me all at once, RIP).

Because of the drama on here, I hesitated to post a chapter update announcement since I don't know if this troll is going to reblog the post with their crap or not? We'll see. If I end up just saying screw it and not posting fic updates on here anymore, then I'll keep my master list updated, but nothing more. Because, in that event, I won't have a tag list, I suggest following me/my stories on Ao3 so you get an alert when I update. Any comment/criticism can just go on Ao3 instead.

Sorry to anyone who uses replies to comment on stories. I decided to shut off replies since the troll has used replies to cause problems in the past.

Tag list (if you want on this list, let me know): @starrynightgardens @deepspacedukat @emilie786 @indignantlemur @romulanhorsegirl @bigblissandlove1 @wafflingchemist @horta-in-charge @darkmattervibes @skyzen47 (? what's your new account name?)

[tinkerbitch69]

I put this in the tags of a previous post but I think it needs to be its own post too. If you genuinely care about trans women beyond just posturing, the very least you can do is read transfeminist theory.

Your understanding of feminism, misogyny and patriarchy cannot come from cis theorists alone!!!

Here’s just a small list to help get you started feel free to add more in reblogs/tags/comments

Whipping Girl by Julia Serrano

Black Trans Feminism by Marquis Bey

A Short History of Transmisogyny by Jules Gill Peterson

Trans-gressive by Rachel Anne Williams

The Transgender Issue by Shon Faye

And remember this is a STARTING POINT. Please put the work in to support trans women through your actions as well as your thinking <3

[thirrith]

tagged by @landwriter !

last song:

currently watching:

a Korean show called Extraordinary Attorney Woo, the story of an autistic young attorney (with romantic dramatics in the usual Korean show fashion),

and the Taiwanese opera TV series 孟麗君 from 1984:

this is, as many chinese operas are, a romantic comedy ft. gender fuckery (female protagonist #1 crossdresses and gets married with female protagonist #2 while both pining after the male protagonist and their goal is to become his wives, basically, but he's in exile right now and the emperor wants his head! so it's all very inconvenient) and the actress who plays female protagonist #1 actually specialises in male roles in opera, so it's like, layers of potential gender fuckery that i enjoy

currently reading:

13·67 by 陳浩基 which i'm loudly complaining about on my sideblog

Ginkgo by Peter Crane

The Transgender Issue by Shon Faye

Empires of the Word by Nicholas Ostler

current obsessions:

Starmania (a French language cyberpunk opera) thanks to the introduction of @questing-wulfstan, Old English, drawing trees, & ginkgos!

tagging @questing-wulfstan @chubsthehamster @vkenoa @picturemecountingcards @stormy-seasons @tiniest-spook (no pressure ofc <3) and anyone who wants to participate

[kalicofox]

Thanks for the tag @junypr-camus​ ~!

Rule: Pick your oc, any oc, and think about who they would be (it has to be a singer or an actor/actress- whatever you choose) and put it down.

Sorecco would *definitely* be played by Ro Shon Fegan!

Tagging @shadow-pixelle​, @shadowwood​ @vmccombs​ and @bookish-galaxy​

[simshousewindsor]

I posted 167 times in 2022

That's 17 more posts than 2021!

161 posts created (96%)

6 posts reblogged (4%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@simshousewindsor

@mayanette20

@houseofwindensor

@bridgeportbritt

@stthomaspalace

I tagged 159 of my posts in 2022

Only 5% of my posts had no tags

#ts4 royalty - 116 posts

#ts4 royal simblr - 114 posts

#sims 4 royal family - 112 posts

#ts4 - 111 posts

#ts4 simblr - 108 posts

#the sims 4 - 106 posts

#sims 4 royalty - 105 posts

#ts4 story - 105 posts

#sims 4 monarchy - 104 posts

#the sims 4 story - 90 posts

Longest Tag: 53 characters

#the duke of kents kids finally got their act together

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

THE FINAL BANG

Warning! This story contains graphic content.

[West Simster Abbey, Windenburg 10:50 A.M.]

Queen Rowena: I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.

Queen Zarah: What? The bridal party is about to arrive.

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13 notes - Posted November 29, 2022

#4

As tradition dictates, ahead of his wedding to HRH The Princess Lara, Anthony was granted a Royal Earldom by her father, HM The King.

Less than a week before the royal wedding, Mr. Anthony Mercier-Jones, now officially HRH The Earl of Boykins, was granted the title by King George I in a ceremony at Buckingsim Palace. 

Queen Rowena, The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge, The Duke and Duchess of Kent and The Queen Mother were also present for the ceremony, marking the first time all Senior Royals were seen together in over 7 months.

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15 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

#3

Happy Halloween! 🎃🎃👻

I had fun dressing The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge as Egyptian Gods Bastet & Anubis, Prince Phillip and Samson as Jack Sparrow and his First Pup, Princess Grace as Belle from Beauty and the Beast, and Stella as The Pumpkin.

Costumes courtesy of @rollingsim, @whyhellosims, and @kalino-thesims

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19 notes - Posted October 30, 2022

#2

[Shon]: “Buckingsim Palace has announced Princess Lara’s tiara is on loan from The Queen Mother. She is wearing the Archduchess by @batsfromwesteros​. Her Bouquet is by @melonsloth​ and Dress, given the nickname “The Von Trufalous”, is a Ginevra original by @simstomaggie​.”

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22 notes - Posted November 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Dress up time! Pick a sim (or two) to wear one or both of these outfits.

https://www.patreon.com/posts/trophy-wife-by-60332997

https://www.patreon.com/posts/kk-red-lights-63261860

Ohhh, I love a good Dress Up Challenge!! Thanks for the ask. 💜

I chose The Grand Duchess of Glimmerbrook to wear outfit #1, the Trophy Wife Dress by @joliebean. HRH is probably my only Sims character bold enough to pull off this look!

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25 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

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[sunsetforestzone]

Space Oddity is an OC project I've been developing for many, MANY years, I thought it'd be neat to have a post where you have all the info about it at once! I will keep updating this as I go.

You can always check the tag #space oddity project !! everything is under here :)

Synopsis

There's a story! Vaguely. It will be a cool scifi webcomic some day. But for now just take the premise:

Tomas B. Nebula (28 years old), most famously known as "The Blue Phantom", a notorious thief and criminal, has abandoned his crimes around three years ago in an attempt to move away from his old life. He lives with his best friend, Laura Anne Dromeda (26 years old), who is an extremely gifted but very messy astrophysicist with a caffeine addiction. They share a giant spaceship that Laura inherited, which may or may not be a fishing ship. They are not really sure.

Tomas feels at peace with his current calm, but very boring life. However, loose ends from his past continue to haunt him. And the empty spaceship he lives in doesn't do his anxiety any favors.

So what do you do when you're haunted by ghosts in empty rooms? You fill those rooms with strangers, of course.

(aka, local ex criminal feels so much guilt about his past that he decides to start housing strangers with difficult living situations for good person points)

Characters

Tomas B. Nebula

Laura Anne Dromeda

Daniel Fenix

Antu Vi Shon & Kuyen Vi Shon (they are twins)

quiz to find out which one of them you are

[votsalot]

tagged by @adamsvanrhijn !

last song: "everybody wants to be famous" by superorganism

currently watching: i've been doing a rewatch/watch through of the simpsons since march because i haven't seen much past season 14. i also want to have seen the whole of it before forming an opinion on quality then-vs.-now. i'm currently on season 22! i'm also doing a pride month movie marathon so i'm having a good time. yesterday i watched all about my mother (1999) and the intervention (2016). and disney's gargoyles.

currently reading: i just finished wandering souls by Cecile Pin; i've started the world and all that it holds by Aleksander Hemon. i'm also reading the last volume of the complete works of calvin and hobbes, and the transgender issue: an argument for justice by Shon Faye. and disney's gargoyles comics.

current obsession: it's disney's gargoyles and listening to podcasts about disney's gargoyles. and writing about it. also watching it. and sometimes taking out the production art i bought last year and thinking, "i have production art of my favorite characters :)." and showing it to people when they come over. if they want to see it. the only sad part is one of them is from a season 3 episode (non-canon) but the other three are from season 1 and they make me really happy.

tagging @vilesbian-deactivated19810330 @madeline-kahn @svankmajerbaby @waistcoat35 @chambergambit

[springtimebat]

I got tagged by @blindrapture ! Thank you I ramble on a lot so:

Last Song:  I Like Giants by Kimya Dawson. I’ve been listening to them a lot while revising for end-of-year. I think I really enjoy their music because it sounds like my thought process; all fractured and emotional.

Currently Watching: I started watching Revolutionary Girl Utena for the first time and I’ve been really enjoying it! I had only seen out of context clips before so I had a few expectations and it’s subverted a lot of them. The “filler” episodes of the show actually convey important plot and character information which I love. I have a lot of friends who just skip an entire season of filler in an anime and lose nothing so it’s really refreshing. Also, even though the animation can be stilted, THIS SHOW IS SO PRETTY! I have a weakness for how 1990s anime looks, I kinda dislike how polished 2010-2020s anime looks. It feels more like a product trying to appeal to the audience rather than fit to the story it’s telling. In terms of the story and characters, it’s really difficult to discuss without trivialising a lot of the severely dark turns both take but I was glad that I actually loved Utena as a main character because I thought she might be annoying. She’s a nice contrast with everyone else because of how optimistic she is.

Currently Reading: Almost finished reading The Transgender Issue by Shon Faye. I read an extract from the book a few months ago but put it off because I had to read a lot for my classes. It also took me twice as long to read this particular book because of how emotional it made me but it was extremely important to read right now. I really appreciated the discussions about homelessness and the discrimination felt within the prison system and hostels in regards to Trans people and I hope more people listen to the experiences of the victims of such prejudice rather than just parroting what the news or talk shows perpetuate.

Current Obsession: I started playing the Sims 2 after like nine years in the past few months and…yeah that fixation came back. The second game is my favourite in the series just because of how inexplicably eerie it can be by accident. While when I was a kid I played with the premades a lot, basically destroying their lives and the scripted events (For example, Ophelia died of starvation because I didn’t understand the need system and I am still traumatised by it) i am trying to make my own neighbourhoods, families and backstories. It was super fun and I usually played for an hour after studying, which helped me relax. My favourite families so far include a space pirate who’s enemies with a cow mascot at his alien son’s university for randomly flirting with his wife when they visited them, an evil scientist family who create and sell servos and are trying to find the secret to immortality and a family of zombies who adopted like six kids. 

[littleoldrachel]

thank you to the wonderful @mkaugust for the tag!! much love 🩷💖🩵

currently reading: the house of fortune (jessie burton) on audiobook and a book about narcissists in physical format

tbr: my goodreads tbr alone has 400+ books on it (yikes), but most urgently would be dreamland (rosa rankin-gee) and the transgender issue (shon faye)!

favourite colour: green! and especially a lovely forest green 💚

last song: new york torch song by the amazing devil (my loves)

last movie: knives out (i am so SLOW i know)

sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet

currently working on: fic-wise? five different wips and plotting a chunky lil fic for later this year. also one of my course assignments/presentations.

i never know who to tag bc i am a disaster at consistent tumblr-ing but if you see this and it strikes your fancy, please consider yourself tagged!! 🩷🩵💖

[newmsies]

oopsies i hit the end of the Shon Greenblatt tag again-