#the dirtiest

[slovenlyrecordings]

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The Dirtiest on tour… Sovranista, baby!

Moron Napoli’s Dirtiest here… mangia mofos!

[i-eat-deodorant]

sometimes interpreting signals can be a bit hit or miss

[caseythebunnyboy]

me typing "hehe" at the end of the most nasty, descriptive, shock-inducing, sexually teasing, homosexual message ever typed on tumblr dot com

[janesurlife]

Oscar has officially joined Team 55

Someone on twitter said it's giving this meme... OMG 😂😂😂

[alacetor-the-duckies-deer]

Okay but Alastor not liking sex, not liking sex talk, flirtatioun, touching,

BUT

The ONE time Angel get into Al's room, trying to convince Al to do something for him, he's perusing the bookshelf while he talks. If Alastor was paying attention to him and not the pieces of his radio strewn about on the table he would have stopped Angel before he got to the far corner, but alas, Angel finds, just, the raunchest, dirtiest, fucked up smut novels the Lust ring has to offer.

And he turns around to gape at Alastor, one such novel grasped in his hands. And when Alastor looks up because the incessant talking has stopped, he freezes. His face goes red as it contorts into something between a snarl and grimance.

"Put that back!-"

But Angels already bolting out the door, book still in hand.

"HUSKER! OH MY GOD! SHORT KING!!!-"

"GET THE FUCK BACK HERE-"

The hotel barely survives.

[zweiginator]

is somebody gonna match my freak (write a fic abt college patrick rimming me) lol

holy shit. just paused my show as I read this.

like he has been corrupting you all semester. met you in a gen-ed lecture he couldn’t care less about. there you were, so pretty and focused. he could tell you had never done anything more than a vanilla make out session, maybe half-assed missionary.

he was slow with you. remembered all the smart things you said in class and told you how much he liked what you have to say.

when it got darker earlier in the fall and winter months, he offered to drive you home, and he always waited for you to get inside before he drove off.

always held the door open for you and held your bag when he picked you up for class.

but he had yet to kiss you. until you started crying one night after a party he took you to, sobbing, asking him why he wasn’t attracted to you, why he refused to kiss you.

he shut you up by ramming his tongue into your mouth.

“ever thought maybe you’re worth waiting for?”

you were fucking addicting to him. you were the first thing he thought about when he woke up, the thought in his head that never failed to make his cock twitch, ropes of cum spurting across his stomach before he fell asleep at night.

he taught you everything—his was the first cock in your mouth, the first to fuck you from behind. he taught you how to ride him properly, how to talk dirty. his mouth was the first to lick your cunt, spreading it open to spit on it and lap his tongue around your clit until your fingers pulled his hair so hard Patrick’s scalp hurt the next day.

today, you had worn a cute little pleated skirt. short enough to allow his mind to wander, long enough to leave a lot to the imagination. not that patrick hadn’t seen every inch of you. but he wanted to lick every fucking inch of you.

he had you naked on his bed. he was still fully clothed after tennis practice.

“put your ass up baby, like how I taught you.”

you always listen to him. so you do it.

your pussy is spread so prettily for him. it’s slick and wet and open. But he’s focused on your pretty little asshole. he’s been thinking about it for months. how he wants to fuck you there. but he has to train you. teach you.

his thumb rubs up and down your slit, the sound of your wetness is crude. he grabs onto your hips and latches his mouth onto your pussy, sucking your clit into his mouth. your back arches. you feel his tongue and mouth move back, to the sensitive hole you had always been scared to experiment with.

“Patrick what are you—“

he moans. “trust me, it’ll feel so good sweetheart.”

you do trust him. more than any man in the world. so you let him.

his tongue licks around your hole, his fingers pushing into your cunt, occasionally rubbing your swollen little clit. it’s crass how much he’s enjoying this—but fuck, you love it too. he pushes your body into his mouth so you’re impossibly close to him, and you hear the slick wetness of his hand pumping his cock while he eats you. licks you open. prods his tongue inside you. spanks your ass and tells you to let go for him. just be a good girl and let go.

your roommate is set to be home soon; the door isn’t even locked. what would they think of you? first you get a boyfriend who is known around campus, and now you’re his little slut, spread out for him to devour you. it makes you cum on his fingers, his tongue. makes you scream his name out. patrick paints your sheets with his own cum as he presses an open-mouthed kiss to your ass.

you’re the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to him.

[chaossery]

The epilogue made me reevaluate this panel of Hawks, the framing of Twice's murder, and, in fact, the story's stance on extrajudicial killings as a whole.

For the longest time, I thought the way Hawks was drawn here - pitch black and inducing a certain sense of dread within the reader (kinda like a villain) - was a very unsubtle hint that what Hawks was doing here wasn't right, it wasn't heroic. It was something we readers shouldn't endorse.

But, perhaps this panel was supposed to depict only Twice's view of Hawks - not the story's, not Horikoshi's, only Twice's…

Like many others, I thought the aftermath of Hawks killing Twice would lead to an interesting development of Hawks' character, him struggling with killing such a "good guy", asking himself whether he truly made the right choice, questioning the origin of villains. It would also lead to the hero kids starting to question things: the whole hero system, hero society's handling of villains, the choices made by the adults around them, etc. How could it come to this, a hero killing someone, when heroes are supposed to save people?

But none of the kids were ever shown to spare this issue a thought.

Sometime after the first war, Midoriya - our moral compass in this story - was more concerned with Lady Nagant killing the former president of the HPSC, allying herself with All For One, and having lost her faith in heroes rather than her extrajudicial killings. His biggest takeaway from her story was that things aren't black and white - that's all. No dismay at the HPSC's crimes, no engaging with hero society's dark sides. Nothing.

And now, without ever really reflecting on the decisions he made regarding Twice, without ever showing any doubt in his righteousness, Hawks has become the new president of the HPSC and seems to be living his best life.

What does that say about the story's stance on extrajudicial killings? No character on the heroes' side ever condemns them, not even Deku, our moral compass. Thus, I have to assume that the author himself doesn't condemn them.

It's sad, but sometimes it can't be helped - extrajudicial killings are a necessary evil.

Maybe Horikoshi doesn't really think like this, but the way things are framed tells a different story. (Not to mention the parallels between Deku killing Tomura and Hawks killing Twice.)

[yourtpup]

every time my ask inbox is left empty a beautiful angel from heaven loses its wings 😔

[whatwouldmickeydo]

sometimes i think about how mickey milkovich threw a surprise anniversary party for his husband and i have to go cry in the shower for an hour

[blamemma]

daniel ricciardo makes his way through the paddock | 📍 marina bay circuit, singapore grand prix, race day | 📸 clive rose

[mctwinkdom]

this Lando twitch live is proving what we already knew (he's a dirty talker. and he ain't silent.)

[mac-audcheese]

I don’t we as a collective talk enough about the fact that Lillian CANONICALLY DIED in the Irene dimension

There was no body recovered, no one pulled her out afterward, she’s just

[gallavichonly]

Drew Mickey but in my own style. Almost 100% percent sure he’s unrecognizable in my style but, fuck it, I love him and I’ll draw him like a South Park character

[ladyyystark]

Bucky and Peter slow dancing in the kitchen at midnight.

Bucky and Peter fighting over watching Star Wars or Lord of the Rings.

Bucky and Peter having leftovers for breakfast.

Bucky and Peter on a lazy Sunday morning.

Bucky and Peter on cleaning day.

Bucky and Peter patching each other's injuries.

Bucky and Peter planning their vacations.

Bucky and Peter listening to their 40s/2000s playlist.

Bucky and Peter saving a seat for each other on a table.

Bucky and Peter taking Alpine to the vet.

Bucky and Peter having arguments.

Bucky and Peter admitting they did wrong and asking for forgiveness.

Bucky and Peter cuddling on the couch.

Bucky and Peter celebrating their anniversary with homemade dinner and cheap wine.

Bucky and Peter giving each other good morning and goodnight kisses.

Bucky and Peter having inside jokes.

Bucky and Peter drinking from the same bottle.

Bucky and Peter comforting the other after a nightmare.

Bucky and Peter hugging from the back.

Bucky and Peter meeting each other's friends.

Bucky and Peter making sweet tender love one day and having the nastiest disrespectful fuck the next day.

Bucky and Peter doing grocery shopping.

Bucky and Peter using the bathroom while one is showering and the other brushing his teeth.

Bucky and Peter being domestic.

[ofthemorningstars]

Delicate Work

TerzOmega ~ Smut below the cut 1.8k words A continuation of an idea explored in Water's Edge

Ao3 Version

Terzo and Omega try something new. ---

Omega had been waiting for this moment for a long time. 

Of course, he didn’t know he was waiting for it. He didn’t expect it to happen at all. Yet here he was, about to embark on a new adventure, after all these years, with the only being he wanted to take along for the ride. He couldn’t believe it’d taken more than two decades to find an answer that had been literally staring him in the face every day.

He certainly felt more than a little silly, standing there in his human form, completely naked save for his mask, but he needed its glamour magic tonight. He couldn’t do what he had in mind with his claws. No, this was far too delicate work for those.

If Terzo felt similarly silly, if he were uncomfortable at all, he didn’t show it. He, too, was completely bare, spread out on the bed of tonight’s hotel room, his calves dangling off the side. His face and chest were flushed. His arms were up above his head, the perfect frame for the dreamy smile on his face. He was visibly excited, already rock hard and throbbing with anticipation. The sight made Omega’s heart skip a beat. “Mio caro,” Terzo spoke softly, reaching out a hand to Omega. Omega took it in his own now smaller, much more human hand, the back of which Terzo smoothed over with his thumb. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t hide the slight tremor. “It’s alright. I want this. I promise.” 

Omega desperately wished he could kiss him. Instead, he reluctantly pulled away after a moment to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. He coated the fingers of one hand with a generous amount, but then hesitated, looking down at Terzo for reassurance. Terzo’s smile was warm as he nodded, spreading his legs. Taking a breath and trying not to have an out of body experience as he watched those strange, alien hands doing something so intimate to his mate, he reached out. His slicked fingers found their target, carefully slipping inside Terzo, starting with just one digit. Terzo’s eyes fluttered as Omega entered him, groaning softly. Slowly, almost shyly, Omega began to move, sliding in and out. He could hear his breath echoing harshly inside the mask. Oh, but if there was a heaven, surely this was it. Terzo felt even better than he’d imagined.

Taking great care, Omega added a second finger. Terzo gasped, nearly causing Omega to withdraw out of fear that he’d hurt him, but Terzo caught his hand. He guided Omega into fingering him, flushing deeper, breathing hard through his nose. Omega was aching, obscenely turned on by just how excited Terzo was, by how excited he had been from the very beginning of this entire process. Terzo had said yes practically before Omega could even finish explaining the idea the night before; Terzo’s face had turned such a lovely shade of pink at just the thought of it. His teasing on stage had been exceptionally unbearable that night, and Omega kept catching Terzo staring at him, those big eyes twinkling with mischief. More than a couple of the other ghouls had picked up on the tension, had snickered as Omega passed by. If Omega didn’t know any better, he would’ve sworn that Terzo wanted this even more than he did. 

Omega began curling his fingers, eliciting a long moan from Terzo, his back arching. Omega shivered. Terzo began to move his hips in time with Omega’s motions, making soft sounds that grew a little louder with each sweep. Omega knelt on the bed next to him, cock dripping onto the sheets. He wished he could kiss every inch of skin on display, could lick up the precum that was pooling on Terzo’s stomach. The mask was feeling increasingly heavy and oppressive, but oh, Terzo felt so good under his fingers. So tight, so warm, so responsive. This was an experience he thought was barred to him, and he wanted to savor every second. Terzo reached out and grabbed the side of Omega’s mask, forcing him to meet his gaze, his eyes glazed over with a feverish lust. He held it until Omega gave a particularly forceful thrust, causing Terzo to close his eyes, raising his own hand to his mouth and biting his finger against a whine as he squirmed. 

“Omega,” Terzo panted, eyes pleading. Omega could feel the heat coming off of him; Terzo was going to cum soon. Omega wanted to bury his cock in Terzo in place of his fingers, but he was too mesmerized by the sounds Terzo was making to stop. Wanting to hear more, he grabbed Terzo with his free hand and began to stroke. Terzo’s hips nearly arched off the bed at the added sensation as he cried out. He was so close. Omega picked up his pace, beginning to sweat, waiting for Terzo to shatter. And then came the absolute last sound he wanted to hear at a time like this: a knock at the door. They both froze. “Just– Just a minute!” Terzo attempted to shout with a hoarse voice, forcing himself off of the bed and onto shaky, unstable legs as Omega pulled away reluctantly. Terzo looked around frantically for his robe as Omega hid in the bathroom, heart racing and ready to attack if necessary. Dammit! Who the hell would come barging in at 1 in the morning?! On a Wednesday, no less! What if a crazed fan had followed them back to their hotel room? What if one of the other idiots had gotten hurt? Worst yet, what if the ministry had finally caught up to them? Omega felt nauseous. “Oh, what the hell!” Terzo whispered, voice filled with anger and confusion. Cautiously, Omega peeked around the corner. There was no one else standing in the open doorway, but there was a white envelope sitting on the floor in the hallway. Terzo quickly looked around and picked it up, shutting the door behind him as softly as he could. They huddled around the envelope together. Inside, they found only two things: one of the Ghost-project branded condoms from their tour, and a note that read, “Have fun you two, remember to wrap it before you tap it!” followed by a crudely drawn winky-face and two hearts. At the bottom were all of the ghouls’ signatures, save for Omega’s. Omega felt his face heat up, his normally even temper threatening to break, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Terzo begin to swear like he’d never heard before, in English, Italian, Latin, and something else that he bafflingly couldn’t identify. He stood slack-jawed, the wind taken out of his sails as Terzo spat enough vitriol for the both of them and then some. His back was turned to Omega, glaring at the paper still clutched tightly in his hands as though it held some secret. Omega finally took his mask off, dropping it to the floor with a thud.

“And that is another thing! Even if it were any of their business, why would those idiots think that we need this?!” Terzo spun around and waved the condom around in the air, eyes wild. “We have been together for ages, and it’s not as though I can get pregna–” Omega cut off Terzo’s ranting, pulling him forward by his robe, their lips meeting in a crushing kiss. Terzo froze for half a second, dropping the condom, before kissing back furiously. Not wasting any time, Omega stripped Terzo in what felt like one smooth motion. Terzo backed Omega to the edge of the bed before pushing him down onto it. Omega pulled Terzo down with him. 

Straddling Omega’s hips, Terzo broke away from Omega’s mouth to suck at his neck, leaving possessive marks in his wake before biting at Omega’s earlobe. Heat speared through Omega. Clearly, he mused, Terzo was just as horny as before, only now also frustrated and aggressive at being denied release over a stupid prank. He saw with a thrill that Terzo was already hard again. It wasn’t what he had pictured for their evening, but with the things Terzo was doing to him with his mouth… Satanas, he’d take it. As Terzo was licking and biting his way down Omega’s chest, he reached up with a now-clawed hand to leave marks of his own down Terzo’s back. It was nice having his own body back, even if tonight would have been earth-shattering, were they not so rudely interrupted. 

As though reading his mind, Terzo growled against Omega’s skin, “We’re doing that again,” staring Omega down before taking him in hand and roughly stroking him. Omega whimpered.

Terzo briefly dismounted him to reach the lube that had managed to roll to the floor at some point during the night. Bottle in hand, he hurriedly prepared Omega, moving like he was on a mission. Climbing back on top, Terzo lined himself up before sinking down on Omega’s thick cock, throwing his head back and letting out a shuddering sigh of relief. Omega groaned and involuntarily bucked his hips in overstimulation. Terzo took a moment before he began to move, and then he was riding Omega mercilessly, bouncing and grinding, moaning loudly. His hands roamed over Omega’s body as though he didn’t want to leave a single inch within his reach unexplored. Terzo was making such intense eye contact that Omega almost wanted to look away, but he was hypnotized. Terzo finally broke the spell by leaning forward to catch Omega’s nipple with his mouth. Omega shivered, quickly taking over thrusting, desperate for friction. Omega was reaching his limit, but he refused to allow himself release until Terzo was satisfied. Gently he encouraged Terzo to sit upright enough that he could slide a hand between them. Breathing heavily and trying to hold on, he took Terzo in hand, jerking him off while thrusting harder. Omega could see Terzo was quickly unraveling, he just needed one more push…

With one last powerful buck of Omega’s hips, Terzo came across Omega’s chest with a sob. Omega tumbled off the edge right behind him, his hands clutching at the sheets, claws tearing the fabric. Terzo pulled himself off of Omega while he still had the strength before collapsing in a heap beside him, Omega’s cum trickling out of him. Omega gathered him up in his arms. They lay there together for a long while, catching their breath.

Omega was the first to speak, audibly winded. “I take it you liked it, then?” Terzo lifted his head weakly, eyes full of exhaustion but overflowing with adoration. He threaded his fingers together with Omega’s. “Si, amore mio. Very much.” Omega’s face lit up. He stole a kiss before sheepishly asking, “Does that mean we can do it again?” “Si.” Terzo had that twinkle in his eye that made Omega’s stomach do backflips. “I want you inside of me, mio caro,” he purred, kissing Omega’s fingers, never breaking eye contact. Omega’s heart skipped several beats. “But tonight, we rest. I have several ghouls to kill in the morning.” Omega laughed in surprise, having completely forgotten about the note in his ecstasy. “I’ll help you bury the bodies.”

[kabukipopink]

Xue Shunlei.

Shufen's "overly affectionate" Shizun. Rough sketches of the character.