#thanks tones!

[madhare0512]

jonathan prophet simms

Baby boy, baby.

[the-mad-closet]

hear me out hear me the FUCK out. may i present the deadly combo of touch starved AND sensitive to touch Prophet. him breaking under the slightest attention from mick... all it takes is one touch from him to get Prophet in the space. WHAT DO WE THINK

Listen, I'm saying yes for a million reasons, but not the least of which because FUCK YES

Prophet spent six years in prison, where they aren't big on physical touch unless in a fight, of COURSE he's touch starved. But touch SNESITIVE?? Oh, Mick has so much fun with him.

@constantones

[bacchuschucklefuck]

summer of junior year 06/11

[hinamie]

domain expansion

[cosmicgamer]

The way Luz's thank you drawing got rejected by the person it was for when she thought she finally found someone who wouldn't make fun of her for her eccentric behavior, that she is worthless..and then the drawing does get recognized, that it's beautiful and why would it get thrown away. She was finally understood (I am in shambles help-)

[potato-lord-but-not]

obligatory Oscar post 🫶🫶

[visionsofmagic]

day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]

࿓ synopsis • sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

―❦ nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [‘is all I guess?] • 1.8k • the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“fuck brat!” a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. “look at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.” 

he doesn’t wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what he’s saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek. 

he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen. 

“it’s-“ you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks should’ve ripped you apart if he wasn’t this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.

“is it too much?” mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.

“suku – aghh!“ a slap on the ass, “my king! oh, it’s - it’s too much! I can’t - I can’t -!” 

he only laughs at your poor attempts, “you can’t?” he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.

“be grateful that I fuck you whore,” his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. “there are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?” 

his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly – too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesn’t care at all – why he should anyway? you’re just one of his concubines – maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection – unlike he does for others – doesn’t mean anything; you’re just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him – lots of heirs.

“puff –“ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up – a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth – salvia running out of it, “disgusting,” he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.

his cocks’ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen ‘cause it is too fucking much.

shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeve’s side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.

why he does that – why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.

he doesn’t think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.

holding your thighs apart, his fingers – two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. “do not fucking dare to move now, woman.” he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.

you don’t say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though – and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.

being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor – gently yet it feels terrifying.

you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them – what a fool you’re to try searching.

no, no – you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high – he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if you’re his queen, you’re so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.

“I will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you won’t be able to even walk, pretty slut,” a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more – or maybe even more – time.  “I will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. don’t you worry whore,”

the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile – entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you – hands conquers every part of your body because you’re his – the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. “you’re entirely mine now. mine to have – fuccck! – mine to fuck! and mine to breed.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !

[leqclerc]

Charles + "Sebastian" in Grill the Grid 2024: Name Two Drivers Challenge!

[evenlyevi]

Memories

[wwillywonka]

"A lie?" "An error."

Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country

[shopwitchvamp]

This week's restock is live now! Lots of cool tones with blue, purple, and black.

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[madhare0512]

hi . don't think about mick and prophet getting kidnapped on a mission and prophet being tortured to speak in front of mick. while he can't do anything about it. definitely don't think abt that . love U btw

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Prophet isn't speaking. His voice is gone from the screaming he's done. Mick wishes he could fix it when instead of making noise, Prophet flinches away from his hands.

They drag him back to the cell the agents are trapped in. Not because he cuffed, but because he's half-conscious and bleeding from just about everywhere. They dump him on the filthy ground and walk away laughing.

The second they're gone, Mick's off his ass and darting up to Prophet's side. "Prophet?" he whispers. "Hey, stay with me, Prophet."

Prophet stirs, breath rasping from his throat in a barely-there wheeze. His lips move but no sound comes. There's a soft click somewhere in Prophet's throat that Mick deduces must be the other agent's attempt at Mick's name.

"Hey," Mick hushes, carefully picking him up and carrying him closer to the wall and threadbare blanket Mick's been shredding into bandages. "Shh, it's okay. I'm right here, darling."

Prophet stirs a little further. Mick doesn't have to be a doctor to diagnose a concussion, but they really should get Prophet to a doctor soon.

The door creaks open, and Mick jumps to his feet. Whipping around, Mick finds a tall and lean man standing in the doorway to their cell.

"It doesn't have to go this way," the man says. He's black, between thirty and fourty years old. From his accent, he was raised by Irish parents. "All you have to do is tell us what we want to know."

Right, the information. The thing is, Mick doesn't have it. "I won't tell you. I can't," is what Mick tells him.

The man smirks, cruel and evil. "Then this next part will be fun for me." He turns and shouts. "Boys! Bring the chains."

Mick lunges, but the man is faster and Mick is weak from hunger and sleep-deprivation. In seconds, Mick's flat on his ass, pinned between the floor and the man's boat as three more people stomp into the cell, and Prophet's being dragged off to the far corner of the cell.

"Leave him alone! He doesn't know anything!" Mick shouts.

The man chuckles, but says nothing.

"Please, hurt me! Leave him alone! I'm his superior, he doesn't know anything!" Mick pleads.

The man laughs again. "Oh, but we are hurting you," he draws.

And it's then Mick realizes that this was their plan all along.

~~~

@constantones

[the-mad-closet]

hii hi aftercare hcs w micphet? 🥺

Yes, of course!

~

- Because Prophet likes overstim, this will sometimes mean he won't want to be touched for a few minutes until his body is back under control afterwards

- Prophet prefers juice, Mick prefers water

- Given that they'd go all night if they could, it's not uncommon for them to be overly touchy with each other (even up to) a few days after

- Mick gets sore easier and stays sore longer than Prophet does, which is funny because he's younger

- Prophet has been known to bite in the aftermath if you startle him, so Mick telegraphs his movements

- So many snacks, dude... like SO many snacks

~

@constantones

[cheeseburger443]

*accidentally* wet his robe and made him wear this:

I'm so sorry Frollo...(It will happen again).

[hinamie]

@philosophiums and i have been nursing the beginnings of an atla au so have some preliminary designs while we cook :>

[roseworth]

i feel like i could track your cycle just from the way your posts get more hateful every month /pos

HELLO???????