#welp here we are

[tim-lucy]

CHENFORD IN EVERY EPISODE: 5.01 “Double Down” “Make-out, stop crime. That totally tracks.”

[darlingzsworld]

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[hideitaway]

<3

[totallyredacted]

ok so i’ve seen some amazing posts speculating what her outfit is gonna look like… but i caught a glimpse of the sleeves and was like. space girl???? maybe????

[kivaember]

have this wip of a freud/621 pwp where they're fighting while they're fucking you're welcome (this wip is mostly sfw)

Freud was on the hunt. 

The heavy footfalls of his steel-capped boots echoed loudly as he prowled through the dimly lit storage facility for the Vesper’s main base of operations in Belius, the towering stacks of shipping containers and crates creating an angular maze with plenty of dead-ends and blind spots. His only source of light was his flashlight that normally hung from his toolbelt when he wasn’t in his piloting rig - after all, if he wasn’t piloting, he was doing mechanical work on LOCKSMITH. 

Or hunting his favourite playmate. 

Belius was in its night cycle, and most good little pilots like Pater were in their bunk, snoring away. But their newest and most difficult member? V.VII Raven was scurrying around after hours, throwing up the figurative middle finger at his enforced curfew despite Snail’s teeth-gritted demands for him to adhere to Vesper hierarchy. 

If it were anyone else, Raven would’ve been tossed headfirst into re-education until his surprising rebelliousness had been stamped out, but fortunately for him, Freud intervened on his behalf. He liked Raven as he was: feral, vicious, always looking minutes away from ripping out his throat with his teeth - and as V.I, he overruled V.II’s increasingly strained suggestion to bring that mutt to heel.

Like hell. Freud was letting this beast run loose for the fun of it. It was Snail’s own fault if he kept letting himself get bitten. 

(He wasn’t even being figurative about it. Since capturing Raven and browbeating him into uneasy compliance by holding Walter’s life over his head, Snail had been bitten by Raven on four separate occasions, the last almost resulting in a lost thumb. To be honest, Freud was pretty certain Snail deserved it in some way. You’d think he’d learn to stay away after the first time, let alone the third.)

While Raven was obedient in terms of carrying out Vesper missions flawlessly, outside of the cockpit he was an agent of surly chaos. Freud thought it cute, though, and he always enjoyed these little games of theirs. After all, there was a reason why Freud was in the storage facility after hours, wandering around this faux maze with nothing but a little flashlight lighting his way… 

“Raven~” Freud called in a teasing lilt. “I know you’re here. You didn’t cover up your trail very well…”

A trail that Freud could see crystal clear beneath the glare of his flashlight. Small boot prints tracked across the concrete floor, an oily sheen to them: because it was an oil, and probably a mix of lubricant and other fluids required for effective AC functioning. Freud had tracked this trail from LOCKSMITH’s sabotaged hydraulics and fuel system all the way to this storage facility, more amused than annoyed about the damage to his AC. 

It was an easy fix, barely a few hours of work. Besides, the aim wasn’t to sabotage LOCKSMITH, it was to catch Freud’s attention. 

He followed the dwindling boot prints until he came to a dead-end… at a glance. He scanned the towering containers, just in case Raven was lying in wait for him up there (happened last time, where the little bastard had jumped on Freud like a rabid monkey and tried strangling him), but there was nothing he could see. However, the dead-end was a wall, and that wall had a ventilation opening, just big enough for someone as small and scrawny as Raven to slither into. 

Said ventilation opening had its grate removed too. 

“Really,” Freud sighed, kneeling down in front of it and shining his torch up there. “How am I meant to fit in there…” 

He could probably squeeze in and have enough space to crawl, but he’d be damned if he encountered a sharp corner. He wasn’t that flexible, and unlike the augmented assholes in the Vespers, Freud was beholden to the march of time. He was in his late thirties, and his joints weren’t as bendy as they used to be. Though, maybe he could-

“Ngh!”

-a sudden weight rammed into his back, and it was only his quick reflexes that stopped him from braining himself against the edge of the ventilation duct. He frantically slammed his forearm against the wall, and pushed back, landing hard on whoever had body slammed into him and hearing that familiar, wheezy grunt of Raven having all the air squashed out of his lungs. It was a very distinct noise.

Cheeky little- he ambushed him!

Grinning ferally, Freud twisted around and tried to get Raven into a headlock, but the smaller mercenary was as slippery as an eel. He dropped his flashlight during the fray, a stray kick sending it spinning and half-blinding him as he wrestled with Raven in the dark. The merc didn’t hold back his punches at all - literally. Freud had to bite back a grunt of pain when Raven full on slugged him in the chest, clearly going for the solar plexus and narrowly missing it - but it left him open in exchange. 

Freud grabbed his arm and twisted it violently, Raven letting out a strained, gasping snarl of pain, and slammed the mercenary face down on the floor. Raven thrashed and squirmed underneath him, even trying to twist around to bite him, but with his arm firmly held against his back, he wasn’t going anywhere. 

Freud was the victor, and he took his rightful throne of sitting on the back of Raven’s thighs as a result. 

“Well…” he panted, winded from that punch. Even if it missed his solar plexus, it still knocked the air out of him, damn. “You got me good for a second there, scavenger bird.” 

Raven hissed at him like a cat. 

“You were hoping to concuss me, hm?” Freud murmured, his blood still running hot but not quite clouding his mind as he thought back to that whole exchange. It would’ve worked. If Freud hadn’t been so quick on his reflexes, he would’ve smashed face first into the wall, leaving him disorientated. Raven would’ve capitalised on that, and…

But, it didn’t quite work out like that. Freud had been that little bit faster, but the ambush had still been pretty good. Freud got a little too complacent. 

“Looks like I won, though.” Freud shifted his weight and, still keeping Raven’s arm twisted behind his back, pressed his body in close, so he could murmur into his ear: “That means I get to decide the penalty.”

Raven didn’t respond or move. His free arm was slightly extended past his shoulders, and the narrow beam of his flashlight shone directly onto his scarred fingers. They were twitching slightly, like Raven was fighting down some sort of response, and Freud couldn’t help but smile. Down but not beaten… if Freud wasn’t careful, Raven might try going for the eyes again. 

Keeping his heavy-lidded gaze on Raven’s twitching fingers, he nosed his dark, half-curled hair before gently biting his ear. The mercenary flinched beneath him, and Freud pressed his half-hard erection against the firm swell of Raven’s ass, grinding languidly. 

Raven’s twitching fingers curled into a loose fist.

[thirstnotes]

Toys

Pairing: Beau “Cyclone” Simpson x Reader

Warnings: smut (minors DNI), language, Daddy Dom Cy, Sub Reader, sex toys (hence the name), dirty talk, some breeding kink, sliiiiight choke kink if you look hard enough, also sliiiiiiiight spanking, but really just a slap to the ass

If you don’t like it, don’t read it. Consume at your own risk.

“Dirty little girl,” Beau said, almost impressed at the amount of toys he’d found under her bed. Y/N watched him, the crooked smirk on his face making her blood boil and her anxiety skyrocket. He flipped the switch on one, and it vibrated powerfully in his hand. His eyes cut to her as he turned it up to max power. It nearly fell from his hands. “Y/N, what am I gonna do with you?”

“Nobody asked you to go snooping around in here,” she said, plucking it from his grip and turning it off. For once she wasn’t as sassy and in control as she normally was. She was embarrassed. It was delectable.

“Excuse me, Lieutenant ?” he asked harshly, and she looked up at him with a look that could’ve been mistaken for a small pout. For fuck’s sake. He swallowed, his large hand smoothing up and around her throat. He plucked a suction dildo from her box.

“Suck,” he commanded, his hand giving her throat a small squeeze, urging her to complied. She took it into her mouth, gliding it between her jaws like it was his. He watched her lick and suck at it, his hand dragging up her tee, stroking her tummy in small circles.

“How sexy would you look pregnant with my cum?” he ruminated, cherishing the startled look on her face.

“Pregnant?” she asked quietly, adorably shaken about the idea.

“Pregnant,” he confirmed. He hand rested on her belly as he guided her to lie on the bed. The silicone dildo from earlier was tossed to the head of the bed with a comical flop and she couldn’t help but laugh. He rolled his eyes, turning her over on her stomach.

“I don’t get how you can ever take that thing seriously,” he said with a joking laugh, shedding his flannel shirt. He tugged her jeans off, the lace panties he bought for her decorating her beautiful ass. It made him smile.

“I almost feel bad for ruining these,” he purred next to her ear, slipping a hand past the lacy band and giving her clit a firm press. He didn’t move it and it drove her nuts. His smile grew and he took her lobe into his teeth.

“I’m in a playful mood tonight. Must be the toys. Straddle my neck.”

He sat back on his forearms, watching her process his request. She sat back on her heels, a bit thrown. He smacked the soft flesh of her ass, the soft sting making her jump.

“I’m playful, not patient. Get moving, Princess.”

She did as she was told, slowly climbing over his face, her pussy lined perfectly with his mouth. He’d licked her pussy plenty of times, but she’d never sat on his face before. It was a new, mildly embarrassing feeling that made a shudder form in the middle of her spine. His breath tickled her and it clenched in his face, the damp lace of her panties telling it all on her.

“Are you proud of the mess you made, Princess?” he breathed, kissing the fabric. She shuddered.

“No.”

“Liar,” he smirked, pushing the fabric aside and giving her a punishing suck. She doubled over above him, ready to jut forward. His arms held her thighs in place.

“Don’t be a coward, Lieutenant,” he mocked with a generous lick. He made a meal of her, his face buried in her mound, his satisfied hums rumbling through her pelvis. She was ashamed of how wide her legs stretched to press her clit his mouth. She didn’t mean to, it just felt too good to be dignified. She was damn near seeing the light.

He was in complete control. As he always liked to be. He wanted her to know that. How he practically snared her in his trap, licking and sucking at her sensitive nub until she came like a good girl on his face. She was his. To ruin how he wanted. He kept lapping at her until she whimpered nonstop, the total submissive tone making him roll them both until she was in her back. His arms still hooked in her thighs. His mouth kept up its sport, making short work of her pussy again and her torso tightened with another orgasm.

“Fuckin delicious,” he uttered to himself, his eyes rolling from his project to her writhing torso. Her hands toyed with her breasts under her tee, gripping and squeezing them as he licked idly, watching her quietly. Near her, her vibrator laid on the sheets, buzzing softly, inspiring a new idea. With a soft pull backwards, he heard a quiet breath of protest and he smiled again.

His fingers seamlessly gripped and tore the fabric of her panties.

“Cy!”

He gave her a look.

“Sir. Those were a pair of my favorite-“

“Shut up. I’ll buy you a new pair,” he sassed, grabbing the toy and switching it on. He pressed it against her clit and she lost it, her body jerking, the low vibration pulling an instant orgasm from her. He watched in fascination as she clutched the sheets beneath her, a panting mess.

“You’re right, this is fun. I think I’m gonna like this one a lot,” he smirked, turning up the intensity. He pressed it against her clit and she practically sobbed, trying her best to keep from moving. Her body withered and thrashed and he kept up with it perfectly, loving the way her body reacted. He sadistically traced her labia with it, then pressed it against her sensitive bundle.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” she squirmed, her whole body jello. She felt tears stinging the corners of her eyes as another orgasm bled from her. He rubbed her belly, his dick throbbing now. His boxers were damp, the sight of her coming like that too much even for him.

“The subject of pregnancy did come up earlier, didn’t it, Lieutenant ?” he asked, pulling his dick out from the tight confines of his jean and boxers. He turned the toy on himself, running the vibrating plastic up his shaft and impressive string of whispered curses leaving his lips.

“Shit…that’s intense. I might keep this,” he joked, swallowing a groan. He was far too close. His fingers tapped her outer thighs. “Open up.”

She opened her legs to him again, feeling him press his thick head through her needy entrance. He sank in slowly, the intense pulses still stimulating his shaft. He pumped at her entrance, getting off from them both.

“Mmmmfuck I’m gonna…fuck,” he snarled, tossing the toy to vibrate against the floor with a loud clatter. Before she could chide him, he sank deeper into her pussy, lifting her hips to dangle above the bed, fucking her recklessly and selfishly until he was a groaning mess, spilling into her until she felt corked pressure. He stroked her belly while her hips were still bent upward, his dick aching with a familiar kind of satisfaction.

“I was right. Fuckin perfect,” he breathed, giving her a well-deserved kiss and lowering her hips to rest. The aftercare was delightfully gentle with him moving her to rest against his warm body, his arm possessively around her waist, as if she’d be taken from him.

“You know I’m serious, right?” he asked, a finger tracing her collarbone. She watched him curiously.

“About me being pregnant? Maybe,” she admitted with a soft smirk. The gentle flow of his promise drifted from between her thighs, wrecking the sheets beneath them. To be honest, it was one of her favorite parts. His body shook with a quiet laugh.

“Well I am. What do you think?”

“I mean. You already know I’m down for it. If you’re ready for all that. I mean a baby will take a lot of time away from. Well. This.”

“I promise you we’ll find the time,” he smirked, pecking her lips.

[dreamland-creations]

Something I'm currently working on and rileys reference I'm using looks just minimal threatening-

[igotsnothing]

In my dream,

I am back there, at the old cathedral by the sea.

I find myself alone, among decay and ruins, with only the wind to offer my words to.

And before I awaken, as if emerging from the shadows themselves, she appears.

And I know, without a doubt in my heart, that she feels the same as I.

And I ask myself: how can feelings this pure, this deep, be considered a sin?

[varianttess]

so.. that valentines day drop huh...

[blackbirdofasgard]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Loki (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mobius M. Mobius/Reader Characters: Mobius M. Mobius, Reader Additional Tags: Variant Reader, Female Reader, no y/n, Pre-Series, First Time, Virgin Reader, reader has an implied history of masturbation, Enthusiastic Consent, Consent is Sexy, Communication, Kissing, Foreplay, Gentle Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Aftercare Series: Part 18 of Comfort in the TVA Summary:

After returning to the TVA from your date, you and Mobius parted ways to wash up before bed in your own apartments. It was your usual routine, but you had butterflies the whole time you were in the shower. Good butterflies, though. Butterflies of anticipation. (Maybe a few butterflies of nerves, too.) Every time you ran your hands over your body to rinse off soap or shampoo, you imagined they were his. You flushed to imagine how his hands would really feel on you in all those intimate places, knowing that you would soon find out.

[zelda7999]

test

admittedly, I got curious and the answer is yes. You can send asks to yourself KSHAFLKJH

Tumblr actually allows it saflkjhskjlf

[the-goodkhush]

bro it’s about to be the last of us but irl 😭😭

why did the scientists do that that’s kinda fucked up bro

[farewelln3verland]

HEY! i've been seeing this trend with the authors and i want to do it with you!! colors for your moots and why please??

well! i actually dont have too many moots lol (no one on here seems interested in being friends!) but i can do it with the ones i have!

for @milkybonya (who's an amazing person) i'd say... light orange. orange always makes me feel happy and gives me positive vibes which is what i get when i talk to milky!

i'm also moots with @heeseungdiaries, though i'm not completely sure if we've ever even talked, but i would say from what i know...royal blue. that's a color i associate with sarcasam a lot, and i can see some hints of that in their posts lol

and for @tangylemonade, we havent had a whole lot of interaction, but to stick with something that seems basic: yellow. i really think yellow describes lem's personality/posts because it's always so calming to me!

[holy-delusions]

Me after reseeing a theory and just picking up slight clues together and just thinking of shit Ryan's is the professor and the holo Prof.

I'm Slightly screaming and hitting the floor send help

[selfinserttothestars]

I've been drawing this fucker so much

[igotsnothing]