#tosses it into the void and runs

[writeouswriter]

Me immediately after posting my fic: welp, time to never look in that thing's direction again, if I see it even out of the corner of my eye, I'm gonna be ill

[phoenixcatch7]

Man I am just SO CONFUSED. About the time line of this game.

No one is telling me how long links been gone! Or how long the botw-totk timeskip was! They all just started selling my stuff again lol. I'm going to have to get everything redyed!

Me: hey random stranger! Lore dump? You look like a lore dumper.

Kindly npc: why hullo there, link ^^! My, I haven't seen you in a while since the calamity ended! I was so worried when they said you and the princess had gone missing! But it's good to see you're well.

Me: aw, thanks. How long has it actually been tho.

Kindly npc: ^u^

[gospelrot]

— DO YOU SPEAK IN VERSES, PROPHECIES, OR CURSES? ©

[jumpingjoltiks]

Thoughts about oral with Ingo & Emmet

Pairings: Submas (Individually) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: 18+ (MINORS BEGONE), Oral (F/M Receiving), brief mentions of overstim

▽ Emmet ▽

When Emmet eats pussy he whines and moans and grinds against the bed to get friction because he's so turned on by it

Once he gets in there and gets going, he won't stop until you're overstimulated and pulling him off of you, your juices dripping down his chin

Lost. In. The. Sauce.

Don't be fooled though, this man is a fucking tease and a smug bastard

He'll bring you right up to the brink of orgasm, then pull away to ask how you're feeling or if you'd like to continue like he doesn't already know how good he's making you feel (the consent and checking in is sexy ofc, but pLEASE)

He'll plunge his tongue deep into your cunt and fuck you with it, the bridge of his nose pressing deliciously against your clit. He can't get enough of the taste of you

Emmet loves a good 69

His mouth on your cunt and your pretty lips around his dick? He's going crazy. This is what heaven must feel like

But if you're not into that, it's fine. He's more than happy just to take care of you for as long as you'll let him

▲ Ingo ▲

When Ingo eats pussy, his fingers dig into your hips to desperately pull you closer and keep you from moving. He's pressing his mouth into you like a man starved

Ingo has seemingly infinite patience. He'll stay down there for hours when he's in the right mood, slowly pulling orgasm after orgasm from you

It's a very sensual experience. Slowgoing and hazy and deeply intimate

Will hold your hand as he's eating you out 🥺💕

He's constantly taking note of the movements you like and what you're reacting best to. Expect him to bring those same moves back the next time he's got you in his bed.

He likes to suck on the clit and feel you try to squirm with pleasure under his firm grip

He's a loud lover by nature, but the louder you get for him the more he gets off on it (and the louder he'll get in response)

The vibration from his voice, his moans, as his mouth is against you feels amazing

Very torn about whether he wants you to sit on his face or if he wants you spread out underneath him so that he can watch your expression as you cum on his tongue

Go ahead, tug on his hair. He'll groan and pick up the pace

Requests are: [Open]

Please like & reblog if you enjoyed

[ziptiesnfries]

Meet Your New Owners

CWs: pet whump, “sold to One Direction”-esque scenario

The band—Singer, Guitarist, Drummer, and Bassist—walked into their tour bus and froze at the sight of Manager standing in the center of the aisle. “Um,” said Guitarist, his eyes trailing from Manager to the patent-leather leash she held to the figure the leash was attached to. “What is this?”

“This,” Manager announced, “is your new pet.”

“No.” Singer pushed to the front indignantly, staring down Manager. “Absolutely not.”

“Aww, but they’re so cute.” Drummer hung off Singer’s shoulder, making puppy-dog eyes. “Can we keep them? Pleeease?”

Singer opened their mouth, but Manager cut in. “You are keeping them. Your popularity ratings are down after your latest fuckup, and pets are popular right now. So” —she gestured to the timid little thing fidgeting next to her— “meet your newest publicity stunt.”

“Isn’t this kind of irresponsible?” Bassist, hanging back by the door, muttered under their breath. “‘Pets are a lifelong commitment,’ and all that.”

“Yeah,” Guitarist chimed in, “why couldn’t you have gotten us a dog instead?”

“That’s even more irresponsible, dipshit,” Bassist shot back.

The pet’s eyes darted around nervously, and they shuffled behind Manager a little. Manager patted Pet’s shoulder, but she kept addressing the band members. “I’ll take care of them from day-to-day. All you guys have to do is pose for pictures and be nice to them in public. It shouldn’t be hard. They’re a rescue, but according to the shelter, they’re very well-behaved.” She scratched Pet’s head. “Aren’t you, sweetie?”

Pet’s uncertain eyes brightened a little. They stood up tall, leaning into Manager’s hand. “Yes, ma’am. I’m very happy to be here. It’s nice to meet you all.”

Drummer, still clutching Singer’s shoulder, practically swooned. “They’re so polite!”

“This is weird,” Singer cut in flatly, shaking Drummer off. They gestured to Pet. “I mean, come on, that’s a whole human person. And pets are a new thing—how are there already rescues?”

“I don’t care.” Drummer shoved to the front, eyes shining. “We’re keeping them.” Pet smiled timidly at them.“Yes, you are.” Manager passed off the leash to Drummer and breezed past her more disgruntled clients to the front of the bus. “Now, we’ve got a press conference to get to—and you’d all better adjust your attitudes by the time we get there, because this little stunt is going to do numbers with your younger fans. Let’s go!”

[cherrysoos]

that one panel from the 2016 lemire and smallwood run of moon knight but make it ✨oscar isaac✨

[sherokutakari]

Just creating fanart for non-canon Heroes, don't mind me

Osprey and Black Jackal belong to ao3 writer superdanganisland from their Tiger & Bunny fic City of Dogs (linked I reblogs bc tumblr.) I HIGHLY recommend if long, story driven fic is your jam.

[insomniamamma]

Antiphon

i wake up tired i go to sleep tired i can’t remember the last time i wasn’t tired there has to be a time when i wasn’t tired right? in theory but i can’t remember it one of the first things i remember was someone who didn’t look like anyone looking down at me the second thing i remember is being strapped to a board a man with no shirt explaining the difference between breasts and chests but this never happened you were never alone pulled the iv lines out of my arms and my baby blanket Silkie was stained red later there was another blanket also named Silkie but it wasn’t him i still don’t know if they were the same why is Silkie “he”? Why is Silkie a boy? The same reason the white cat is Gloria (girl) The same reason the purple dragon with blue eyes is Fergus (boy) why is this a question?

i wake up tired i go to sleep tired i can’t remember a time when i wasn’t tired

something happened no it didn’t i was alone you were never alone there was a little boy wrapped over and over because he’d been burned there was a little girl with a bolt like a spike through her head it was dark it was never dark there was a bolt through her head it stuck up from her head it was dark

you’re remembering wrong it was never dark you were never alone you never pulled the iv out This Silkie is the same Silkie you’ve always had

Why is Silkie a boy?

[whitesuited]

i sure do love starting my site experience with the dash not loading and then fumblr signing me out without any warning ✌️

[s4-mask]

welp. guess I gotta kiss everything i ever had from my main blog for 4 years goodbye. because tumblr support and staff are completely useless. all of my mutuals. posts. everything. gone. forever. i begged for the past 41 hours for help and been totally ignored. i can’t even tell my own mutuals because i have no way of contacting them.

my blog is never coming back at this point.

gone for good.

this what i have left.

i understand why everyone has left. because staff is awful. no help. :’)

[sapphiresterreart]

Prompt: “If I'm going down then I'm taking you with me."

Opening: They set the stage for the finale of this shitshow.

Middle: “Do me a kindness,” they smile as black crowds their vision, “and call be by my name.”

Ending: They go out with a bang.

Potential title: When Kindness Calls

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

the real question is can she touch his hair?

I have created a Robin who is incredibly touch-starved, so, unfortunately, no 😔...... not yet

[face-palming-fox]

i’m.

(lots of shit incoming)

not okay. i mean i haven’t been for a long time but i can put it away enough to... ig function??? idk

but the at least... past 4-5 years i’ve been Mega Not Okay. the past 2-3 being the worst of it yet.

i keep having repeated episodes of Really Bad Brain time annually and i absolutely hate it. last year was bad enough; fucking sucked a lot. and when i thought i was starting to recover and get better from that. the cat got sick.

and i think that was the start of the very slippery slope back into not okaysville. i’ve been stressed and upset (and now traumatize) about him for a year, next month now. constant visits to vets and getting hopes up to have them crushed the next time we go to a vet to ultimately being told we can’t do anything for him (to which i mostly think is because they waited so damn fucking long to see him like it wasn’t an urgent thing going on with him. i personally feel. we had more time with him if they had done their fucking jobs)

and now losing him has just. sent me completely over the edge and i’m drowning. on top of that, getting sick with covid by a neglectful partner and not even receiving ANY attempts of trying to help me feel better while being expect to keep maintaining the house and take care of him or w/e has really put my head in a bad fucking place.

i love my cats more than anything. they’re my babies and i’ve always been way, way more attached to animals than i have humans. and they’re like. 100% why i haven’t pushed harder for ending my relationship that no longer is a relationship i don’t care to have it anymore. i want my freedom back and i don’t wanna keep pretending that we are Something when we’re clearly not; just roommates with a fucking title that keeps me trapped. any attempts i have made at trying to have a convo of us just. not having the status of relationship anymore have been met with ‘nah, i wanna work on it/us’.

i don’t. there’s nothing left to work on. we’re not compatible in this department. i’m sorry i didn’t know who i was when we started dating but. now that i know more, i want something different. i’ve already lost my best friend in him cos being ignored for other people all the time and having to take care of everything in the house as if i’m a maid, caretaker and parent of him (and when i was working, also work 40 hour weeks being forced into a supervisor position basically without the pay and having no respect there as well.. to the point i had to break down and quit to have some sanity back) has not. held up my friendship in him.

there’s no communication. there’s no cooperation. yada yada etc. i’m tired. idk what to do. it sounds stupid and i’m tired of people telling me so but we both love our cats like kids and i’ve been all over the place about splitting them up if we split. i don’t want either of us to not. be able to be around all of them. but i can’t stay here and wait till there’s no more cats. the youngest is 2 now.

and all of this + shit last year has really fucked my head over for whatever the hell i want out of people and relationships of any kind now. i don’t wanna get stuck like this again with someone else (if i can ever leave) and i don’t wanna trip and fall over myself again for someone who was deceptive as fuck (despite the fact of her saying she wasn’t but. my ‘tism ass picks up on patterns and the more i think about shit, the more i see how i was treated as shadily as other people they didn’t like so. dispute that if u want to, i won’t believe it)

i’m gonna withhold some other shit, too. cos it’s. some confusing ass shit and idk what to do with that info (idk what to do with any of this info, clearly, ‘s why i’m whining on tumblr.com about it) but. yea. i don’t even understand friendships anymore and so i’m so fucking afraid of losing more people as well for whatever reasons.

idk. i don’t think bf is a bad person. we’re just bad together. he’s good to his friends and people who need help from him on that side of things. (for the most part, i think he has some unlearning of some things and educating on other things he could work on but w/e.) i just want this status gone before i lose all respect for him. and i wish he would stop fighting me on shit he refuses to see as mistreating me. he invalidates every attempt i make to try and get him to see this is some bullshit way to treat someone, making them take care of everything and not lifting a finger yourself about ANYTHING. even your own messes... it turns into how i make him feel for not praising him for doing basic cleaning... to which i always point out i never receive praise for all the things i do? (i’m not looking for it cos it’s just shit that HAVE to been done daily.. there shouldn’t be any praise involved for keeping a living space clean/keeping pets alive..)

i’m also afraid to actually end shit cos idk if he’ll kick me out if we do. or put the pressure on more for me to get a job/income. i can’t go live with my parents again. they’re worse for me. and idk how to go back to work; it gives me panic attacks.

i’m just so incredibly tired and i’m ready to feel something again. i’m starving to death for affection, attention, respect, communication. and i also want tiddy partners like. 8 years ago. can i pls

c: everything’s a fucking mess. so i sits here.

[darby-rowe]

୨୧; rafe cameron decided to come over

18+ | nsfw | mdni

cw fem!reader, slight dubcon, gagging on fingers, usage of the word “bitch”, creampie

you were forgetting something. rafe had you pinned down with vice grips on your forearms and something kept nagging at the void in the back of your mind. it was plans you had made. important plans, you couldn’t remember.

it was always like this when rafe shoved his tongue inside your mouth, already feeling his bulge ready to bust out of his jeans as he ground against your pelvis like some salivating, hungry dog. it made your mind into a white room. already so dumb with your brain cloudy and unwilling to cooperate with your smart mind.

smart girl you were, but rafe liked you brainless.

brainless, like how your eyes went blank and glassy as his large cock sank deep inside you. the muttering that flooded out of his mouth seemed to enter your ear then out the other, but you could make out him saying stuff along the lines of, “fuck, such a good pussy. such a good fuckin’ pussy.”

rafe wasn’t a gentle lover, either. he fucked you hard and deep, making sure your cervix knew the head of his cock like you knew the back of your hand. gripping your jaw so tight it made you whimper, he told you to “open wide, baby” before shoving his fingers far down your throat in an attempt to emulate the gargling noises you made when his dick was in your mouth.

the sound of knocking at your front door and notifications from your phone coaxed your brain back from its cock-drunk fog. rafe was quick to slap your hand away when you went to grab for your phone, taking it in his own hand and forcing the screen in your face to activate its face id.

“here,” rafe read your text messages with a perplexed yet intrigued tone to his voice. “it’s your friends. seems like they’re at the front door, but don’t worry. ’m almost done with ya. they can have ya after me,”

carelessly, rafe tossed your phone onto your carpeted bedroom floor and quickened the pace. “gonna dump my load in this pussy — mmh — then you can run off with your friends, yeah? c’mon, don’t get all shy now. what? your friends don’t know how you take my dick every single fucking day? don’t get all fucking quiet on me now, bitch. this pussy is mine,”

with you, it didn’t take long for rafe to shoot his warm cum deep inside you, filling you up and letting him watch as his seed oozes out of you. the cleanup was subpar at best, and your hair and makeup were fucked up after spending precious time on making yourself look nice.

god, you hated how inconsiderate rafe could be about your social life that wasn’t entirely about him. like clockwork, however, rafe always decided to come over at the worst times.

[bookofthegear]

You never met an informational plaque you didn’t want to read, so of course that’s your first stop.

Huh. It appears to be a clay tablet with the letters stamped into it. Interesting. There are three languages on it—one you know, one you sorta recognize, and one that you can’t even begin to place. The alphabet looks like a bird tap-danced over wet cement.

The plaque reads:

We regret to inform you that this is not a staircase, but an ambush predator known as a stairweight. We strongly advise that you do not touch it. Our best estimates are that it will enter its dormant phase in the Year of the Fanged Moon.

— The Monks of Perdition

You stare at the plaque. You stare at the staircase. Who…what…how…? Even your questions have questions.

Nevertheless, you are a trained adventurer! You believe in experimentation! You kinda want some of those rubies! You pull out a granola bar, break it in half, and toss it onto the first step.

The step splits in half lengthwise, revealing a flash of red gullet, then snaps closed over the granola bar. The central pillar seems to ripple as the red gems blink closed, then re-open. A moment later you hear a very quiet gulping sound.

“Stairweight,” you say to Jimmy.

“So I see, boss.”

Jimmy isn’t a bat so you have to scale the rickety ladder to assuage your curiosity. Halfway up, you can hold the lantern up and give him enough light to circle the top of the stairweight. He returns, shaking his head.

“It just runs straight into the ceiling. And it’s anchored there by these things like big ivory roots. And boss, I think it was watching me.”

You look over at the stairweight. One ruby very slowly blinks at you.

Yeah, that’s not okay. You back out of the room.

[merbear25]

Been thinking a lot about Crocodile

Thinking about how you'd have to take it slow to work up to a decent level of trust between each other, second guessing the other's intentions, overthinking each gesture and reaction.

You'd sneak glances at each other. Hoping you won't be caught admiring them when the thought of their body brushing up against yours crosses your mind, leaving your cheeks flushed.

Your overactive imagination would inevitably lead to restless nights of tossing and turning; wondering if he ever lost sleep over you like you did him.

Seeing as his body language isn't the most inviting to someone who may or may not want to confess their feelings, he'd most likely be the one to confront you first. Don't expect anything heart felt, though. Despite having realized he has feelings for you, he still has walls up and is going to try to feel out the situation.

He'd never show it, but he's relieved that you've returned his feelings. Since admitting your feelings, nothing changes that much. You still have to build trust. However, neither of you feel like it's necessary to sneak glances at each other anymore. The both of you are still warming up to the idea of physical touch, so even though you've closed the gap that'd been between the both of you, there's still some physical distance.

When you start spending a bit more time together, you have a certain look on your face. You look so sweet, so innocent, so trusting. Your softened features are making it hard for him to resist his growing urges: to stroke your cheek, run his hand over your hips and small of your back, to feel the warmth of your soft lips against his, all of which burning into a desire to hold you close.

NSFW below the cut (f!reader, fingering, vaginal penetration, daddy kink and maybe size kink)

Intimacy was something to be earned in his mind. Simply jumping into bed would have never been an option as it would completely void sex of any true meaning. Building that much needed trust was essential for him to fully allow himself to enjoy you.

He wants to take his time enjoying the curves of your body and relishing in how it reacts to his touch. Those hushed gasps as he gripped your inner thigh were working wonders on him, especially while he worked his way up your leg, teasing you. The way your hips slightly thrusted against his hand made him smirk. You were coming off so eager and desperate for him.

The feeling of you squirming under him was making him feel powerful — having this much control over someone from just a simple touch was exhilarating.

You hesitantly touch his thigh and trace your finger to the yearning that was lengthening between his legs. Looking up at him through your lashes, you were scanning his features for approval to continue. While he started bending down to kiss you, you met him half way — his skepticism being engulfed by your passion.

As he deepens the kiss, his hand drifts down to unbutton your pants. He tugs them, along with your panties, off swiftly, which leaves your bottom half completely at his mercy. Him gazing down at your already slick slit made your pussy twitch with anticipation.

In seeing this, his ego inflated and a cheeky smile appeared before his thumb found itself swirling around your clit. He loved seeing how your body responded and loved just how intimate it was to have you practically helpless under his touch.

Your fingers fumble about with his belt due to the constant spasms sending thrilling waves throughout your body. He decides to help satisfy your curiosity and slaps his long thick cock against your whimpering pussy, causing the wetness to splatter under its weight.

He may be a rather cruel man at times, but he wants to ensure that you love each and every moment together. He rubs the tip against your clit before shoving two fingers inside you. You whinge from the sudden pain but gradually become accustomed to the feeling. He slips a third finger in which makes your back arch from the intense amount of pressure. Once the whirls of pain and discomfort settle, your moans become louder, begging him to give you more.

The show you had just put on was too enticing not to reward. Using every ounce of will power, he held back the temptation from being as rough as he wanted to be. Carefully, he eased himself in and allowed you to adjust to his length. You crawled at the sheets beneath you and your breath hitched.

He knew you weren't going to be able to take all of him the first time having sex, so when a decent amount of him was hidden within your walls, he tenderly thrusted. Hearing your moans, seeing how tear-stained your face had become, and feeling your cunt clenching so tightly around him was delectable.

His jaw was becoming slack. He let out a deep moan, and you just couldn't help yourself, "It feels so good, daddy."

Hearing that come out of you damn near short circuited the man. The slow and steady pace he'd decided on for your comfort was dwindling; he wanted to hear you scream that. Quickening his pace, he was engrossed in your movements.

He baited you to call him that again, "D'you like that?"

"Unhhhh... love how daddy fucks me," your voice was becoming a bit hoarse from how vocal you were being.

His eyes roll back and he tightens his grip on your hip. He doesn't even notice the low-toned moans he's letting out. "Y'love how big daddy's cock is?"

All you can do is choke out a 'yes'.

He forces himself deeper into your pussy. You whimper and dig your heels into the mattress. The sounds of his dick being suctioned by your soaking cunt was accompanied by your desperation to let go.

You cry out 'daddy' before your hips buck from the intensity of your orgasm.

He pulled out and left your front side completely coated in cum.

After a moment he pants, "It might be worth spending more time with you."