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[coldbrewww]

SOTUS EP.9

This is my first attempt with making (& coloring) gifs! I thought SOTUS would be the perfect experiment since it's so grey (that's the only way I can describe it). This is also my first post here-- I promise I'll have less text in future gif posts.

[syoddeye]

333. unedited. +18. abduction. noncon. pet play.

the 141 using the 3 days, 3 weeks, 3 months rule on you. because if they are anything, they are responsible owners. they have a system.

they spend the first 3 days helping you 'adjust' to your new life. piling their dirty laundry in your crate or designated area. the only soft things in there, forcing you to get used to their stink while you cry and sleep. they probably confine you to the bathroom or a utility room, somewhere small with easy-to-wash floors. naturally, price is in charge of you in the early days, but he's careful. minimal contact besides feeding and making sure you can't hurt yourself. it's meant to be a 'safe spot', wherever they put you.

during the first three weeks, price introduces the men one at a time. each introduction is a little different, and they learn a bit more about you—what posturing works, what scares you, which tone to use, and the right words. once you understand who they are and the pecking order, they introduce you to the rest of the home. you get to use the toilet and bathe, under supervision, of course.

they train you in basic commands and exercise you in the yard after showing you there's nothing for miles around. their hands linger when they ruffle your hair or stroke your back, but it isn't until week two that they break you in. each of them escalates, becoming rougher and more demanding. it's all a test of your obedience. depending on your behavior, you're allowed up on the furniture at the end of the three weeks, but you still sleep in your safe spot.

by the time the first 3 months pass, you're mostly accustomed to your new reality. you follow commands without thought. curl up at their feet first, needing the invitation before you crawl on to a lap.

something momentous happens close to the ninety-day mark. price tells you in a few short hours, his friends nik and kate are coming over, and they're bringing their pets for a playdate.

eventually, your visitors arrive. it takes some coaxing to get you out from behind their legs. so hesitant to talk to other people, especially ones with the same sick inclinations. nik and kate praise your docility, though a strange comment from the latter, something about 'codding you', gives you pause.

you're excused to spend time outside with the other pets. as you approach, you observe them resting together, apparently content to laze in the sun. they seem healthy and well-fed. they're washed and clothed. your voice is quiet and shaky. giving the little flames of hope and defiance the oxygen they need to grow is difficult. but you do. you ask in a whisper, what if we work together? make a run for it?

the two exchange a confused look before they look back at you. and bark.

[blmpff]

CHA JOO WAN and LEE TAE VIN XCrossOver 01.03.24

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

(nsfw, 18+)

The lazy hookups have become something else entirely over the past year or so that they’ve been seeing one another.

Steve never anticipated that he’d be able to coax the rough and tough out of Hargrove, but he’s done it. He’s run him through a filter and weeded out all of the bad, leaving only soft edges behind — none of the aforementioned bad was Billy.

Just things that Billy clung onto.

There are no more self deprecating comments made in the afterglow, no more rushing to leave, no more picking fights over supposedly unwanted compliments.

There’s only Billy. Lying naked on his stomach, nuzzling into a soft pillow with the sheets draped over him. Waiting for Steve to return to the bedside with a cup of his favorite tea and crawl in beside him.

Because they haven’t just had sex in what feels like ages now. It’s almost a courtship, in fact.

One that revolves around Billy being tirelessly spoiled.

When Steve returns to the room, he sets his lover’s mug down on the nearest bedside table. Admires the sight of him sprawled out and comfortable before he delicately peels the sheets back.

Billy’s skin prickles with the wave of cool air that graces him, trailing all the way down the length of his spine. He shifts and presses his face further into the pillow with a soft sigh, which earns a smile from Steve as he climbs over him on all fours.

“You’re so pretty,” he coos. Leans down to ghost his lips against the freckle on Billy’s shoulder. “Gorgeous, gorgeous boy.”

The blond hums pleasantly as Steve brushes his curls away from his back. Presses his lips to his skin again, one of his hands coming to rest against Billy’s ribs at his side.

As more kisses trail down his back, Billy shifts to hug his pillow closer. Turns his head to the side and smiles lazily.

“Twice is typically my limit, Steven,” he says with a click of his tongue.

Steve plants a kiss near the center of his spine. Smooths his hand down to rest at his lover’s slender waist where he squeezes softly.

“Getting tingles in your tummy from a couple of smooches? That’s precious.”

He ventures lower. Caresses Billy’s hip and down his thigh, gripping lightly just below his ass and earning a small hum.

Billy shifts and tosses his hair back over his shoulders before he falls still again. Breathes a little heavier and shifts his hips restlessly when Steve’s lips reach the small of his back.

The brunet brushes little kisses over the dimples there. Massages with his hands before he palms at one of Billy’s cheeks.

“Stevie…” Billy huffs.

He exhales a needy sigh. Chews his lip and shifts his legs apart when Steve spreads him open.

Without so much as a word, Steve leans in and parts his lips. Lets the flat of his tongue slide against Billy’s already puffy hole.

A sensitive whimper leaves his lungs and he tucks his face back into the pillow while Steve laps and sucks and squeezes in all the right places. Presses his hips down into the mattress and keeps him from creating any type of friction when he tries to grind.

Billy always finishes too fast otherwise.

Within moments, it’s like their session earlier never stopped. Like Steve didn’t spend the last thirty minutes cooing at the blond and pressing a hot towel to his skin, wiping away any evidence of their shared pleasure and drying tears that were the product of overstimulation.

Billy’s shoulders tremble as he clutches the pillow harder while Steve works his jaw. Rubs and massages at Billy’s hips all the while his eyes are overflowing with tears once again.

Based on the lewd sounds he makes alone, it’s almost like he’s taking dick again.

Every breath is shaky and he gasps when Steve presses down on his lower back, reminding him to keep still when he starts to rock again.

Billy tries his best to heed the silent instruction. Steve praises him for it through gentle caresses at his sides.

The brunet sinks further and dips his tongue past Billy’s rim, spearing him quickly a few times before Billy whines and arches into him. Spills hot over the sheets and flushes with warmth when Steve doesn’t immediately stop flicking his tongue.

In the few moments that Steve takes to lean away, Billy’s muscles are tense and shaking, and his breaths are shallow as they fall out of his open mouth.

Steve bites his lip and smiles as he leans over his lover again. Admires his flustered figure lying atop the newly-soiled sheets before he sweeps his hair out of the way and kisses at the freckle on Billy’s shoulder once more.

All of his muscles relax in an instant.

“That take care of the tingles?” Steve coos.

Billy closes his eyes and nods, cracking a smile shortly after.

“Mhmm,” he hums. “I have a new problem now, though.”

For emphasis, he shifts his legs, and there’s a faint, wet sound from between his thighs. Steve chuckles and lies flat on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress and earning a soft huff.

“So messy,” Steve tuts.

Billy tsks.

“As if it’s my fault.”

“You’re right, it’s my mess, huh?” Steve noses softly at Billy’s curls, ghosting his fingers over his ribs at either side. “I’ll get you cleaned up and comfy again. Promise.”

At that, Billy hums satisfactorily. Peaks his eyes open when Steve pushes himself up and climbs off of the bed.

“Pour me another cup of tea, too, yeah? I can’t drink it lukewarm.”

The brunet chuckles, but grabs the mug from the nightstand anyway. Gazes fondly down at his lover before he turns to pad out of the room.

“Anything you want, my love.”

[crypticdesire]

thinking about fucking a priest while they wear this…

thoughts of dom amab reader and sub priest ahead !

thinking about tightening their collar and caressing the figure of jesus, reminding them how easily they disrespected the sacrifice for their sins because they’re so desperate to be touched.

it’s truly pathetic that someone of their status would give into the lure of physical pleasure rather than remain obedient to the one they vowed to dedicate their life to.

they’re practically begging for god’s wrath, so they at least deserve your sadistic punishments. you touch their skin with your lips and stimulate their carnal desires but they should be constantly reminded of their sacrilege, unable to be fully satisfied.

the chasity device they wear reminds them of their sin that is corrupting them, the feeling of the attached urethra rod emphasizing what a whore they are for submitting to another human when they have a higher purpose of pleasing god.

a lighted candle represents god’s presence, every drop of wax on the priest’s neck and chest feeling like jesus weeps over them, shedding scorching tears for the suffering and divine justice the priest has so readily subjected themselves to.

if they ever hope to redeem themselves, you’ll have to train them to be obedient again. they can start by taking the whole length of your cock into their mouth, cockwarming you as you pray for god to have mercy on them.

their cries of god’s holy name should drown out the creaking of the wooden pew you roughly fuck them against, and their eyes should remain open and fixed upon the alter.

they should beg god to allow them to withstand these trials lest members of their congregation find them fucked dumb and shrouded in the colorful lights of judgement that the stained glass windows cast on the sacred floor of the house of god.

[ylvaslooks]

[moricritter]

coordinate today (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)

(𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜)

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There is a frog under your bed.

“You’re not a very good monster,” you tell it. You’re lying on your belly on the dark floor. The carpet scratches at your chin. “Monsters have teeth, and they eat little kids right up!” Your dad always said so anyway.

“Why should I be a monster?” asked the frog. “Other things can be under the bed. Like that Lego.” It’s true, there is a Lego brick hiding behind the bedpost. But you already knew that Lego was there. You hadn’t known about the frog.

“Monsters are things that live under the bed uninvited,” you tell the frog. The frog’s eyes twitch in your direction, his throat puffing doubtfully.

“So the dust bunnies are monsters?” The frog asks. “They don’t have teeth either.”

“No!” You smack the flat of your hand against the floor in frustration. “Monsters don’t belong under the bed! Monsters don’t belong anywhere!”

“Then why are you looking under the bed for them?” The frog asks.

You don’t know the answer. You start to cry. There are footsteps in the hallway. “Kiddo?” It’s your mom’s voice. She opens the door. “What are you doing out of bed? Are you ok?”

“There’s a frog under the bed!” you tell her through your tears.

“A frog!” She picks you up, and sits down on the edge of the bed with you in her arms. “But frogs are nice! They catch insects and say, ‘Ribbit ribbit!’. A frog under the bed is a friend!”

“This one doesn’t say ribbit ribbit,” you say sullenly, though your tears are drying. “It just asks questions.”

“What kind of questions?” your mom asks.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, “About monsters.”

“Well if the frog is asking you about monsters it must not have found any under the bed,” your mother says. “I’ll bet it keeps good watch for you.”

You don’t know if that’s a very satisfying answer, but you can tell your mom wants it to be. You nod.

“Ready to go back to bed?” your mom asks.

“Yeah,” you say. You climb out of her lap and she tucks you in and kisses your forehead and tells you to sleep tight. After she’s left the room and closed the door, you hang your head off the edge of the bed and look underneath. The frog is still there.

“You should go live under Mom’s bed,” you tell it, “She needs a friend.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t a very good monster,” the frog says.

“It’s ok,” you say. “Did you eat any bugs?”

“Just some gnats,” says the frog.

“Oh.”

There’s a brief, companionable silence. The blood is rushing into your head and making your face feel too full.

“You know,” the frog says eventually, “You have a mouthful of good strong teeth. And you don’t belong under the bed.”

You consider this. Slowly, you let your body slither out from under the sheets and onto the floor. Careful to land lightly so your mom doesn’t know you’re up to something.

“Do I have to eat little kids right up?” You ask softly.

“I think that’s optional,” says the frog. “The important thing is to make fearsome noises and snatch at ankles.” The frog holds up a webbed foot. “I’m not good at that last one.”

“Can I help then?” you ask. The frog nods solemnly. “And you’ll eat the bugs? And the spiders?” you ask. The frog nods again.

“It’s in my nature,” it says.

Very, very quietly, you reach up onto the bed and take down your teddy and your blanket. And then you crawl under your bed on your belly. It’s dark.

“Welcome, little monster,” says the frog. You smile. And hiss. And curl up in your blanket. And sleep.

[animasola86]

Dissecting the Intro 2/6

We usually see just a tiny bit of his back and top hat - but he is there, fully animated and lit. (His coat was glitchy though.)

Victor Rookwood

Had to include the ridiculous Apparition animation. Too funny.

(I dedicate this to @rookwoodswife <3)

Part 1: London, 1890 Part 3: Hogwarts Carriage Part 4: Dragon Attack Part 5: Falling Part 6: Squirrel + MC Showcase

[buglaur]

the calloway boys are going as stardew boys this year

[iamthecomet]

I constantly write Omega doming Ifrit. Can you put him in his place? 😏😏 Ghoul of choice 😝

Under a cut because it got long? somehow?  I love you and the way you insist on issuing me challenges.  Don’t ever stop. 

Omega doesn't have any idea how to get to subspace. It isn't that he's a brat, or that he resists. He's perfectly willing to get on his knees, to follow orders, to take whatever is given to him with nothing more than a murmured thank you. It's just that his brain doesn't shut off. He doesn't drift, doesn't let go of himself, he doesn't know how. He thinks it has to have something to do with his powers. It ties him to the fabric of the world, to other people's bodies, and emotions. It keeps him tethered. Firmly grounded. And then Aether shows up. Aether flips the switch on the whole thing. Omega gets on his knees for Aether easily. Like calls to like. But he warns Aether before he does it--that he's never really dropped. He'll still enjoy it--still wants it--but it's ok if it doesn't happen. It isn't Aether's fault, it's Omega's, something broken deep within him. Aether laughs. He drags a claw along the sharp line of Omega's jaw and smiles kindly down at him. "Oh, don't worry. I can do it." And Omega doesn't even have a chance to question what that means, or where this new ghoul's misplaced confidence is coming from before Aether does something with his powers and the ropes that have kept Omega held firmly on the ground for years are gone. For the first time since he's stepped foot on this forsaken planet, he stops thinking. Aether makes his demands with a firm grip on Omega's jaw, their faces so close together that Omega can smell the sulfuric tang of fresh magic. Aether asks him something--Omega misses it. And then he's hurtling back to earth. Aether's fingers go gentle on his face. "No," Omega says, breathless already. "Give it back." Aether keeps him grounded for long enough to have a discussion. Omega should be thankful for it, but he spends every second of it longing to be let loose again. To float. And then, like the snap of a finger, it's back. He's gone. Aether is the only thing that matters, the only thing that exists. Omega worships at his altar. Aether takes him apart.

[whitherwanderer]

[mintacle]

Wait, please go feral and explain! What the similarities between Jason and the other bat kids?

Oh damn. Ok, I don't feel like I'm the best qualified for all of these, so I'll do them for the characters I'm famliar with in the aspects I feel confident in and I hope not to seriously mischaracterize anyone! Anyway additions are welcome and very appreciated.

So for Dick this is relating to the earlier post I reblogged in their almost toxic loyalty to Bruce conflicting with their desire to become independent and criticise Bruce as well. This unhealthy dependency they both have would be soo interesting to explore but dc is a cowwarrd..

For Tim it's that Jason and Tim are both acutely aware of the monstrosity of Batman and how that calling is both Bruce's crutch and his downfall as an unhealthy spiral. Both Tim and Jason could be so interesting to explore in their similarity of understanding Bruce and Batman as two seperate entities and how this mentality affects Bruce.

For Steph it's very on the nose and the fandom does acknowledge how Bruce failed both of them and yet dc does not show us meaningful interactions between the two of them exploring how they both deal with these feelings of betrayal and being blamed for why Bruce abandonned them. (victim blaming)

Damian too is interesting because of how Damian can get excused for the actions the bats dissapprove of but Jason will never be forgiven (even though what exactly the issue is is super vague and only somehow defined as "he doesn't fight crime the way we want him to/ he kills criminals sometimes", even though depending on the run Jason has maybe only killed very few people and the bats have been shown to be completely fine with other people who killed. (Wonderwoman, Damian, Ghostmaker). I feel like Damian and Jason should actually have a relationship where they really understand one another and recognize themselves in the other. Also with how they both have the theme of trying to find family and being rejected by family.

Oh and obviously the big guy himself, Bruce Wayne. Bruce and Jason are both unhealthily obsessed with their own trauma and their mission to prevent somthing similar from ever happening to anyone again. They are both made and tied to Gotham (or really should be, grrrr) and they are both psuperficially coldhearted but just a bit deeper down have a bleeding heart of compassion for the people they wish to protect.

So yeah, regarding Jason and the batfam, they're not that different!! Frustrates me when Jason is only used as a one-dimensional side of "good guy gone bad", when he is actually just conflicted by the complexity of justice as is everyone else in the batfam too. Let's fucking talk about that maybe.

[shrinevandal]

i love cards where all three shinonome siblings are present, wish we got more of them 🧡🤎💜

[stinkrascal]

more straud mansion pics. this is vlad's bedroom

[cptnbeefheart]