#this is a figment of your imagination

[ruinix]

i need cockwarming with Jack. please.

Hello, lovely. Since the requests are piling up and after scrapping the Jack fic I am working on (multiple times. exactly 4 times. bye words), i will lock in aka go head empty.

18+. Whore thoughts. Cockwarming (not orally). Unprotected sex. ⬇️

You two would just be cuddling. Wherever and whenever you were both home. Jack would only want to hold you, his little spoon. Always. It would be so comforting for him to have your back against his chest, your hair tickling his chin or cheek, your neck bared for him to bury his face onto so he could inhale in your scent. It wouldn't matter if you were watching something on the TV, or if both were reading your own book, or just if you just wanted to lay in bed. The thing about that was Jack would end up all bricked up because you would scoot your ass against him.

At first, you two would always freeze, eyes growing wide, turning your heads to each other. Then you would get shy, which only made him harder. He would start grinding against your ass, his hand coming up your throat, his fingers gliding over your jaw, guiding your lips to him. Then, of course, he would fuck you sideways and from behind, before flipping you over back to fuck you like the pillow princess you were. His pillow princess.

After a week of that, you were the one initiating, grinding against him, pushing your sweatpants down. Jack felt like he won the world every time.

You wouldn't always be down to fuck--that's perfectly okay--but only because you wanted to watch the show, or you were getting to the good part of your book. Jack saw the dilemma warring in your eyes. The need to do your hobbies. The need for your pussy to be filled with his cock was so clear in your pretty eyes. It mirrored his need to do that.

So, when you first suggested for him to just stay in, Jack was ecstatic. It was hard though. Your pussy felt so fucking good. Your walls were so wet and perfect around his cock. He didn't last five minutes of getting his cock warmed. Not when you soaked him with your arousal. He ended up begging. Like the sweetest person that you were, you obliged him. Just a quickie to ease his soul.

Day by day, he would last longer inside of you. His control was getting better, but at some point, even relaxed, he would be able to do his own thing while your pussy warmed his cock. The feeling was fucking exquisite. Soothing, almost. It was simply levelled-up cuddles with you, and he loves it.

He would caress your skin—your waist, your hip, the underside of your tits, your arm, your shoulders, your thighs. Everywhere. Just soft touches while he watched hockey or whatever. He loves feeling all of you. He would feel your pussy clenching him as your movements stuttered but you would murmur for him to continue. So he would.

Then at one point, Jack would hear your breaths growing shallower while he traced circles on your hip, his lips kissing your head, your neck, your jaw. He wouldn't be able to stop his smile, because he knew what was coming. He would feel the familiar way of your pussy walls trembling and quivering. Soft moans would escape your lips. Your thighs would shake, one lifting up just slightly.

He wouldn't be able to stop his cock from twitching, but he would hold himself back from thrusting into your heat. His hand curved over your hips, teasing the fold leading to your thigh.

Then you would come, whining when he chuckled at your expense, grumbling and moaning when he teased you for coming from him not doing anything, gasping when he praised you for being so fucking good.

You would kiss him, a silent and unspoken signal that you wanted to be fucked now. Only then Jack would. He would fuck you. Hard and fast or slow and steady. Whatever you wanted or depending on his mood. All he could think would be how much pleasure you were feeling, because he always felt so fucking good.

By the end of it, after he made you come again, he would be slamming his cock deeply, so he could fill you with his cum. Jack wouldn't pull out even if his cock grew softer—half-mast, since he physically cannot be soft when he's still inside you—then you two would resume what you were doing. Only now, you were full of him and his cum.

I need to sleep. Good night 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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[paradox-crows]

the askbox hath returned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sonadowcentral]

ok but like

on the topic of your shadow being hot

was that your intention or does his hotness just MANIFEST whenever you draw him

I was aiming to make him cunty above anything else. Like I wanted him to SERVE Diva energy 🙏🏾

I guess the "hotness" factor is just in the way he carries himself and his expressions?? He just be styling so I'm not entirely surprised this was how he was received tbh I just didn't think it'd be to this extent lmao

[xxivletxx]

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[thewertsearch]

AG: Now what do you make of these 8lank white eyes of mine? What do you think THAT could mean, hmmmmmmmm? GT: i don't know. aliens usually have big spooky eyes, don't they? […] AG: […] normally, we have 8right orange eyes, with gray irises. They fill in with our 8lood pigment as we get older.

Badass. Now I’m picturing an adult Karkat with solid red eyes, or an adult Kanaya's eerie emerald gaze drifting toward her victim's neck.

Also, was Mindfang a lot younger than I thought, then? I guess we don't know how long it takes a troll's eyes to change, but hers haven't even started filling in...

...oh my god, you ridiculous fucking 8itch. You were like... twenty-two, tops, weren't you? You were a baby.

AG: So you don't remem8er anything a8out the game at all, then? The destruction of your planet? 8ringing your ancestor 8ack to life as a clown woman? AG: Putting a huge flaming ocean out with your magical wind? Jack Noir? Dying, resurrecting, and possi8ly dying again? Is any of this tickling your sponge? […] GT: nope. sounds cool though.

He doesn’t remember Nannasprite, but he does remember the wall scrawlings, even though he saw them after he met Nannasprite?

John’s recollection is all over the place, here. I suppose Earth's world champion of repression would take the longest to awaken suppressed memories.

AG: Fuck, I cannot 8elieeeeeeeeve how cold it is on this planet. How can any species possi8ly 8e a8le to survive somewhere like this?

Well, you've got a point, Vriska.

It is awfully hard to survive Earth's winter alone...

GT: yeah, i thought you looked pretty cold out here. GT: so i brought you this jacket.

...so it’s a good thing you’re not alone.

[manx0me-jabberw0ck]

im literally him

[silver-horse]

if we are talking about the lost dream lover/daisy scenes from act 1 then we should talk about why those scenes were so good and why the loss of that storyline is so disappointing. because it's not just "oh those scenes looked better or whatever" it was a completely different character and storyline.

even though the companions pushed back way more and the whole narrative was telling you to resist the dream lover, it was somehow far more tempting. you were constantly tempted in dialogues to use your powers and if you did, you slowly started to lose yourself, the narrator said you could feel something slipping away, something you will never get back. You were giving yourself over to the fantasy, a mindflayer illusion

the game asked you during character creation "who do you dream of at night?" obviously meaning "what are you attracted to?" rather than just "you need a guardian. choose one." there is already a different implication there. I wonder how people interpret "guardian" if they don't know about the original dream lover. they might not even create someone they find tempting. a guardian sounds more like a mentor figure, rather than your ideal fantasy partner.

During early access the dream lover not only offered us power, they also showed us a tempting future where we are powerful and important and beloved and we are ruling the world. such universal temptations and desires. and we were resting on a peaceful field with the person of our dreams. it was peace in the dream world vs the real life struggle.

In the end it seemed obvious where this was leading... if you use the tadpole too much, you would have turned into a mindflayer. and whatever is left of your individuality and consciousness would have stayed in that fantasy world with your perfect fantasy partner. the mindflayer illusion forever trapped you. the song "Down by the River" was written about this fantasy dream lover. and what a banger and creative storyline this could have been. what a tragic ending! to just give up, lose yourself in the fantasy, the easy way out. choose this beautiful fantasy over the imperfect real world. and choose your perfect imaginary partner over the flawed real people, your companions. truly I mourn what an incredible storyline this could have been. It would have resonated with basically everyone.

and you would have been constantly tempted. to avoid this fate you would need to struggle constantly while the easy fantasy is dangling in front of your face with a zero difficulty ability check.

turning into a mindflayer wouldn't have been something you have the option to choose. and you can get cured no matter how much you indulged in the tadpole powers. lmao I kinda hate that there is no consequence for any of that now

[kat-vs-art]

Dinovember meets Disember

[twelfthgnome]

Beggin’

(Broadchurch) Alec Hardy x Reader

Synopsis: Alec has no concept of time and barges in Y/N’s house to investigate. Shenanigans ensue.

Tags: smut, fluff, established relationship, face riding/sitting, oral sex (f receiving), slight praise, no beta we die like his heart

She'd just come out of the shower, hair up in a half hearted bun. Y/N was exhausted, the current case was on her mind. A murder, that was evident. The victim was an old woman in her home, a single gunshot to the chest and her house ransacked. But it didn't look right.

As she changed into some comfy short shorts and an oversized Elvis Presley t-shirt, she visualized the scene in her head. It just wasn't right. She remembered a little purple jewelry box up near the dresser, and it didn't appear to be opened. She made a mental note to check that out, along with the neighbors alibi and how sound could transfer in a duplex.

Of course she knew when she agreed to be a Detective Sergeant that it was going to be time consuming, that this career would become you to an extent. And she wanted that. After she accidentally stumbled into this career and saw her first scene, she knew that was what she wanted with her life. But she hadn't realized that that would mean when she does even the most basic functions, her brain would be so wholly preoccupied. She took her hair out, brushed her teeth, pulled the covers down then went to turn out the lights before climbing into them. And all throughout it, she was speculating about silencers and times of death.

Her head had barely hit the pillow before she heard a banging at her front door. She laid there for a moment, contemplating her options. It was either some tragedy has happened or some idiot come to hurt her. And quite frankly she knew she could hold her own. Y/N wasn't a fool, she wasn't going to go answer it without precaution. She quickly went and retrieved a bread knife from the kitchen before going to the door.

The knife was in position when she opened it. Instead of finding some craved criminal, or even some sobbing family member, she found her boyfriend/boss with a box of papers.

"Alec? It's one in the morning."

His eyes narrowed at the sight of her. He looked tired, but he did always look just a little tired. His hair was messed up and his beard just a touch scruffy.

"I don't trust Anderson."

"What?" She asked. He didn't answer as he walked into her house and deposited the box of files on her kitchen table. She didn't mind Alec coming over, hell she loved the chance to see him, but this was all a little unprompted for her.

"Y/N, didya get anything on Imogen Walker? I don't like her. I also don't like this bloke, who does he think he is? Fucking hell," Alec started pulling stuff out to work on.

Y/N wanted to protest, but she also knew that she wasn't going to get much sleep even if she tried. This was at least productive and she got to spend time with him. She grabbed a blanket from the living room, wrapped it around herself, and sat down at the table.

"Imogen has a few misdemeanors but nothing of this caliber, nothing that would suggest murder." She said, "As for Gary, he did have a stay in the hospital back in his twenties for mental illness. I requested the documents for the diagnosis and behavior during the stay but they probably won't come in until later today or tomorrow. I think you need to focus on her niece, her alibi is shaky at best."

If Y/N focused on DI Alec Hardy's face, she might have seen the shadow of a smile on his lips that he quickly hid with other possible motives and questions. He'd never say so, but he loved these moments. The times when he could share what he was truly passionate about with someone that he truly loved ... Those moments were the best. All he would need was Daisy cracking jokes in the corner for this moment to be complete.

It was long after the sun came up before Y/N finally decided to make some tea for the two of them. She told Alec who grumbled a one worded response she didn't bother to try and understand. Maybe it was Alec or the case, but she strangely wasn't tired. Her mind kept whirling with all the possibilities and she enjoyed the time with Alec.

"Y/N! Do you have the SOCO reports from the car in there?" Hardy called to her. "I need to call -"

He stopped, looking at her from above his glasses, his lips still perched out from his words that fell forgotten. She gave him a strange look, placing the two cuppas down on the table then passing him the SOCO report he'd wanted. Yet he still stared, didn't even bother to say a word. "Hardy?"

DI Alec Hardy was not a man of many words, but when he needed to use words he always had the right thing to say. Or at least he believed it to be the right thing to say. But now, in a moment when words would definitely be helpful, he had nothing. He just stared like a man gone wild. Y/N didn't even know what he was staring at, and she shifted awkwardly on her feet. Which drew extra attention.

"Alec? What're you looking at?"

He seemed to snap out of it, shoving his glasses up his nose and glancing back down at the paper. Y/N didn't know what to make of it, but thought perhaps he was exhausted. She pulled the kitchen chair to her, putting a leg on either side so she could rest her chest on the back of it while she read. And yet again, she looked up to see his warm brown eyes trapped on her and her body.

"Alec?" He didn't answer. "Alec! What's going on?"

Alec adjusted in his seat and said calmly, "nothing."

"Bull."

"Nothing is wrong. Can we continue?"

She felt silly for a moment, maybe she was exaggerating. Then she propped a leg on the chair and she saw his eyes wander again. Okay enough was enough. "Alec, what the hell?"

"Y/N-"

"Oh ho, don't Y/N me to try and get out of answering my question. What's got you looking at me at all weird?"

A pink started to spread on his cheeks and ears, but he looked away. No way, she thought. There's no way 'shitface' just blushed. Yes they'd been dating and she knew he was more than that nickname, but sometimes the occasion calling for it. Like when was blushing early in the morning for no reason, and she'd never seen him blush unless they were making love. Oh. Oh. Her eyes widened, and she felt a little smile on her lips. She stood up slowly, watching the way he tried to fight his gaze from following after.

"Alec, anything you want to tell me?" Y/N went and sat down on the edge of the table in front of him. He swallowed.

"Don't laugh."

"Darling, I would never laugh."

He rolled his eyes and looked away, not having the strength to say it while looking at her. He swiped his glasses off and groaned. "I... those shorts. I really like those shorts."

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise. That was not quite the answer she was expecting. "The shorts?"

"Your thighs, they... I like seeing them."

Her mouth fell open in a little o, adjusting her legs slightly as though thinking about them meant she had to move them. He likes her thighs, enough to distract him from work. Alec saw this reaction and immediately flushed darker, "you think I'm stupid."

"Gosh, no, no, no not at all," she said, "I just didn't know."

He still seemed embarrassed. Alec grabbed his glasses and shoved them back on his face, going to grab his work again. But Y/N felt bad, she certainly hadn't meant it like that, she would never shame him for something in the bedroom. She just wanted to know. And she found it very sweet that he found her so attractive. It made her feel sexy.

With a gentle touch she made him set his paper down. He looked with wide eyes. Y/N moved with slow, deliberate movements so Alec could take the time to digest it all. She carefully climbed onto his chair until her thighs were straddling him in his seat, though she hovered above him. She could see his adam's apple bob up and down as she placed her weight on him, leaning forward to take his glasses off. They were so close she could feel his warm breath on her cheeks. She smiled, "hi."

His large hands came to rest on her thighs almost instinctively, squeezing the flesh there. From under her, she could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against his pants. It made her rock her hips just slightly to meet it. He let out a hiss, grip tightening. She quite liked him holding her there, the way he ran his hands down the length of her thighs with a tight grip. He cherished them.

"Y/N..." he murmured, eyes half shut as he lifted a hand to cup her jaw. She leaned in and captured his lips with her own, exploring the kiss and grinding against his hips as he branded her with his touch. She always loved the feeling of his kisses, the way he fell into her touch like it was instinctual. His jaw was always delightfully scratchy and she loved to run her fingers along his beard.

When they broke and their foreheads fell against each other, each gasping for breath, he spoke softly. "Darling.. I have a request."

Alec didn't often ask for much in the bedroom. Y/N certainly wasn't trying to prevent him, he just tended to stay quiet. So she pressed a soft kiss to his scratchy beard and nodded for him to continue. He swallowed nervously before continuing, "I've this fantasy. I've only had it for you."

Alec got embarrassed sometimes when talking about sex. Oh sure, he was great during the act. But he always treated any fantasies or ideas as something stupid and silly. But Y/N didn't think that, she wanted to make it pleasurable for the both of them. If he was willing to do things for her, then she would be willing to do things for him. In a voice that came out far huskier than she intended, she said, "I want to hear it."

"I, I want you to sit on my face."

Her eyebrows shot up and she pulled away to look at him, to check that was what he wanted. His flush got darker and he tried to turn away, but she grabbed his face before he could. The corner of her mouth quirked up, "Alec Hardy, even in your fantasies you want to go down on me. Are you sure that's what you want?"

He nodded vigorously, his gaze intense. She nodded an affirmation and got off, offering a hand for him to take as she guided him into the bedroom. "Tell me where you want us."

Alec nodded. He began to take off his clothing, tossing them on the chair in the corner. Then he got onto the bed near the headboard and told you to strip as well. Here came the part he got excited about, even if excited for Alec meant a pair of wild eyebrows lifted high.

Now naked, Y/N went from the edge of the bed and crawled up to him, showing off her assets. He took a deep shaking breath. She situated herself so her cunt was right above Alec's head, thighs already shaking slightly but she was determined to stay above. Then she felt his hands grab at the back of her thighs, pulling her down.

"Alec!" She squealed, "I can't! What if I hurt you?"

"Hurt you?" He asked in an incredulous way, as though the thought was the furthest thing from his mind. "How could you hurt me?"

"My weight on you.."

He answered what he believed to be a silly question with a silly answer, and dragged her down squarely on his mouth. She laughed a little as she settled, but his hot tongue on her clit was enough to distract her to silence. Well, not silence, but certainly not laughter.

This was a sensation unlike any she'd had. Alec had gone down on her before and it was bloody fantastic, she always left panting and delirious with pleasure. But this seemed to open a whole new wave of sensations. He came into it with a crazed intensity, yearning to taste every part of her he could. His touch was everywhere, hot as it skimmed over her skin and seared her. His lips were plush as they parted to let his tongue slide along her folds, tasting her. That delightful beard was going to cause a rash tomorrow morning but she didn't care as she rocked her hips to meet his tongue's ministrations.

She tasted like sweat and sex and everything good in the world, if he could bottle it up he would. Though in the back of his mind he knew Y/N worried about crushing him with her weight, it was that sensation of being fully engulfed by her that he was so attracted to. Those burning thighs were right by his head, holding him there and clenching with each stroke of pleasure. He held onto them tightly, letting her know just how much he enjoyed it. It was better than just regular oral, it was deeper and intimate. One look up at her was enough to make him shudder and hold her tighter. She looked like a goddess, head thrown back with those raspy little moans pouring from her. Her breasts heaved on her chest, begging to be touched. If he died then and there, with the image of her above him, he'd die a very happy man.

Y/N gasped his name over and over, rolling her hips and meeting his expert tongue. He was everywhere, scorching all of her. Alec’s touch was making her dizzy with pleasure and if she wasn’t careful she’d never leave her spot here. That coil inside of her started to tighten, twisting as tingles were sent all throughout her body. She could feel her orgasm coming, tightening and tightening until with a sobbing gasp she came on Alec Hardy’s tongue.

He never stopped for one second, just lapping at her oversensitive clit until he could feel her coming down from her high. Then he adjusted, helping guide her down his body so he was sitting and she was straddling him. She melted against his chest, head in the crook between his shoulder and neck, breaths uneven.

“Oh my god,” she said finally.

Alec kissed her forehead and rubbed her back, “thank you, darling.”

She gave him a thumbs up, “you tell me all your fantasies, love, because holy fuck.”

Alec nodded, “duly noted.”

“Shut up,” she said, burying her face deeper into him with a smile.

[ruinix]

Ok hear me out. Quinn teasing you all night at a Canucks event or something, and then he gets way to hot and bothered, and ends up talking you to the bathroom. Which in turn lets everyone hear both of you

Hello, my lovely. Nothing but a good old "the consequences of your actions" hitting Quinny, I see. 😆😆

18+. Simple whore thoughts. Mutual Teasing. Semi-public sex (in a restroom). Unprotected sex. ⬇️⬇️

Quinn would always start small actions that you wouldn't assume to be more. Because how could you? All Quinn's actions are casual—affectionate but socially acceptable—like how he would keep you glued to his side for different Canucks events or even small gatherings during weekends or dinners or vacations. Like how he would lean to whisper into your ear about literally anything that comes in his head. Like how he would press soft kisses on your head, just because.

His actions would be cute and sweet. Wholesome. Pure. Quinn would make sure everything was pure...at first. So you would never know when he would strike.

Slowly, he would ncrease his touches, softly rubbing his thumb into your waist. You would assume that it was just him reassuring you. Well, he was, but then he woukdl inch his hand up your sides, his fingers grazing over your ribs, then subtly tracing the curve of the underside of your tits, then back down like he did nothing. He would feel the shudder running through you, your breath slightly hitching, your eyes burning glances on him.

Sometimes, he would move his hand down your hip, gripping you so tightly then releasing you. He was getting you touch-drunk, especially when his hand dipped over your ass. He would subtly squeeze them then back over your waist like he was just really comforting you. At that point, you would tip your head towards him, hoding your blushing cheeks from everybody.

When you were sitting down, Quinn would still be holding you by your waist after he pulled your chair closer to his, casually pressing kisses on your shoulder, bare or not. He would tease the fold of your thigh meeting your hip, then down, and down to your heated pussy. He knew how wet you already were. It didn't matter if you were wearing a dress or dress pants or skirts or jeans. He just knew from how you tremble and bite your lip.

When he feels like it, he would rub your pussy over your clothes, but he would always back off, not minding how you would protest, glaring at him.Then you would tempt him to do more. Pushing your skirts up or pressing his hands into your waistline, you would beg for him to touch you more. When you're standing, you would push him to the side and demand it, but Quinn's answer would remain the same.

"Not yet."

Quinn would be so confident about his control. Everything about this was on the palm of his hands until you would go in full attack mode. Not a care in the world if you're in an event. It would be like everything went blurry and it's just you and him. No one else.

You would whisper in his ear that his every touch ignites your skin, that it felt so good, that you loved how he teased. By then, cracks would form on Quinn's control.

With your hand over his hard-on, you would continue, explaining how your pussy's so wet and drenching your lace panties, how your pussy wanted to be filled and fucked and how it would feel so good around his cock, how you want his cum in your pussy, your mouth, your ass, on your fucking skin.

The dirty talk would effectively break Quinn. His control. His sanity. He could come just from your words but he wouldn't waste any drop in his fucking pants, so he would pull you into the restroom, locking you both in a cubicle.

He would either make a hole in your panties or push them to the side. It didn't matter. He would drive his cock into your pussy, his hand gripping one of your thighs to his waist, until you were screaming into his lips or his hand. The sounds of skin slapping would be a dead giveaway but also his grunts and your pathetic moans.

He would deeply spill the first spurts of his hot and thick cum into your greedy little pussy, then he would pull away, so he could make a mess on you, because that was what you wanted, wasn't it? Such a good whore who wanted his cum dripping from your quivering hole and your pussy lips and your fucking thighs.

Quinn wouldn't clean his dick because the thought of your arousal and cum drying on him while his drying on your skin was something he always fucking crave. He would kiss you, helping you make yourself be presentable—if it's up to him, you visibly being all fucked out is presentable, but whatever.

When you both exit the cubicle, the restroom is always empty. Outside though, there would be a queue with people gaping at you two the moment you step out. You would blush and hide into his arm. He would smirk triumphantly.

Ummm...so...oops. Good night 🫡🫡🫡

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[arsuf]

ruzzia has decided Lithuanians and Lithuanian language doesn't exist, so I decided ruzzia no longer exists 🙂‍↕️ it is now the devil's butthole 👏

[pure-koison]

something something pretzel creampies something something balls deep

[cartooncadet666]

Hey guys, I have something to say.... Something to admit...

Skeebo never existed. He was all in your heads.

Skeebo does not exist.

Skeebo was actually an oc someone made and copied the 3-D models of the show to put him in.

Skeebo isn't real.

You all believed he was an actual character but he never was.

He never did.

Your mind lied to you.

[f4y3w00d5]

Chat My God Is Literally So Normal What Are You Talking About

@curdled-blood

Jorking your anxiety >>>>>>>>>

[lacking-artdration]

relapsed like crazy into jii stuff NIGELLLLLLL

[theimaginationinstitute]

Hi Figment!

Do any animals accidentally get into the institute? (For example: a bird, mouse, squirrel, alligator, cause Florida)

You mean my friends?? Yeah!! I see them all the time!! I don’t know why they would come in by accident though, because I invite them! Heeehheeheee!!!

Well… Here I was calling the pest control for no reason���