drip work

…I couldn’t resist much longer, I had to draw Bendy from Bendy and the Ink Machine. I really like the style of the game and I look forward for the next chapters.

I tried something new for this one, like doing a lineart and tried not to put too much details into it.

Obey (Sub!Jimin Smut)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Smut (Mother Mary help)

Warnings: SMUT DEAR GOD SMUT, dirty talk, Sub!Jimin, Dom!Reader, orgasm denial, overstimulation, ass play, swearing, bondage

Word Count: 5586

Wow okay so I read @seokvie‘s and @btssmutgalore‘s sub!Jimin fics and they inspired me to write my own. I’m decently proud of this, considering I have 0 experience writing something like this. Thank you to @jin-oppa for gushing about this topic with me and @fortheloveofsuga for just being a good person in general.

Many would look at your boyfriend’s sharp jaw, thickly muscled thighs, and chiseled face and assume that he was dominant in bed. Rough, even. Jimin did, indeed, carry himself with straight shoulders and his head held high–long legs carrying him confidently across the room as his dark eyes zeroed in on something in the distance. He would present you out in public as if you were a work of art, his thick hand pressed into the small of your back and his full lips grazing your temple. If ever any other man raked their eyes down your body, his warm eyes would harden to stony obsidian orbs–either lowering his hand to rest on your ass or keeping direct eye contact with the potential threat as he brushed his lips across the expanse of your neck. Your boyfriend dominated you in romance, indeed. But you had a secret.

Park Jimin was not dominant in the bedroom.

He would occasionally play the dom role, his jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he rammed into you from behind–leanly muscled chest pressed against your back as he leaned over you to growl obscenities in your ear through gritted teeth. When he was angry, he would pull your hair and bring you so close to the edge that you could feel yourself beginning to tip over, just before he would yank you back again. But that was only when he was so furious that he was seeing red.

Most of the time, he preferred to wholeheartedly submit himself to you. He thrived off of your praise, the little phrase “Good boy” nearly flinging him off the edge and into an orgasm any time you breathed the words into his hair. He loved to be tied up, and teased, and spanked until he was begging you to let him cum. He adored it when you tortured him with sucking on his cock long past he was finished, the mixture of pain and pleasure drawing him nearer to yet another release.

It wasn’t always so extreme, but there were nights when he needed to be controlled and you needed to control him.

Tonight was one of those nights.

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Anatomy 101 - Anthony Ramos x Reader

Summary: Anthony is an art student who needs someone to model nude. He chooses the reader, who happens to have an unadvisable, annoying crush on the sunshine-y boy. 

Warnings: Swearing!

Word Count: 2,966

A/N: It is officially the first day of the Write-A-Thon! I may have stayed up until 12 just for this, oops. But I’m super excited because I love Anthony Ramos and I love this AU and there is just a LOT of love to give, okay??

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Really, when it came down to it, Anthony Ramos had asked you to be naked for him three times in total.

Let’s get some context in here.

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snuggsthebunn  asked:

have you done edging/overstim with the rfa gang + saran cuz binch plz make a thirsty hoes dreams come true you're giving the earth what god wants ily thank u

I’m gonna try writing short little ficlets for these! Doing the bulletpoints would just make this so damn long.


He swallowed thickly as you got on your knees behind him, squeezing his ass cheek.

“How many times did I beat you, Yoosungie~?”

Ahh, he loved that nickname, but not in this context. He pushed his face against his bed, ashamed at his pose: Face down ass up with a pillow between his legs.

“S-Seven times.”

“Mmmhmm,” You dug your nails into his ass cheek and he tried hiding his little mewl against the mattress. “Seven times. I thought you were such a good gamer, hm?”

You had challenged him earlier to a game, but on the conditions that if he lost, you got to have your way with him. He still couldn’t figure out if he lost on purpose or not.

When you first spanked him, he let out a surprised yelp, his lubed up cock rubbing against the pillow between his legs. God, he was already so hard after you putting the cockring on, and now you were going to spank him too?

You kept it up, each harsh smack causing him to rub against the pillow, trying his best not to more or let out little begs as you degraded him. You took your time too, taking turns on each cheek

When you finally were done, you planted a little kiss on his reddened cheek.

“You need to get better at games, Yoosung.”

He nodded against the bed, happy at the cool sensation against the pain. You started a few little kisses, promising to help soothe his sore ass, but without warning you reached between his legs and started fondling his balls. He gasped, bucking against the pillow again. He was already so riled up, why were you teasing him so much?


You giggled, but helped him switch positions and lay on his back. You laid on your stomach, planting a kiss on the tip of his cock.

“I guess I should make you feel at least a little good, huh?”

Oh god, he wanted to feel good so bad, but…He was still wearing the cock ring. He watched you take his cock fully into your mouth, working quickly on him as he squirmed and whined out. He was already backed up already, before tonight! And he finally gets to have sex with you again and this is what you do?

The whole blowjob was painfully amazing. He just wanted to cum, he just wanted to so bad! But you were dragging this for so long! His fingers threaded through your hair without thinking, his nails digging in as he tried not to fuck your face.

Without any warning, you undid the cockring for him, and then he couldn’t stop himself. He quickly thrusted into your mouth, letting out such a loud moan as he finally came down your throat.


During the whole ride to the restaurant, you were in the back, teasing him with your lips and hand- Constantly palming him as you bit his lip in between kisses, making him let out a low groan.

It wasn’t often you were able to take control, but when you did it was exhilarating. Really, you could always ask to switch the roles around, but you really, really, liked him being in control. 

As you teased your tongue against his, your hand reached to start unbuckling his pants when you noticed just how hard he had gotten. However, before you could even start to loosen the buckle, the car slowed to a stop, Driver Kim already opening his door to get ready to help the both of you out.

Quickly, you pulled back, straightening yourself up as he tugged on your coat.

“Let me hold your coat, or else it’s going to be obvious.”

WIlling yourself not to have your cheeks redden now, you shrugged it off, handing the garment over to him to hide his erection with.

The whole walk inside, getting to your seat and everything, was a constant teasing. Your hand would wrap around his waist, purposely brushing against his ass enough to make him clear his throat. He’d lean and whisper in your ear- Pointless things, but his breath there made you shiver.

When the two of you finally sat down and ordered, he stared you down as the waitress walked away, you giving him a innocent smile.

“What is it, honey?”

A flicker of annoyance crossed his eyes, but he showed a strained smirk instead.

“I’m still…Excited.”

“Ooh, about that new business deal?” You teased.

He knew your act, trying to pretend nothing hot and heavy had just went on. “Yes, the… Other side is being quite provoking.”

“Are they now?”

“Yes. Just taking away what I want the most at the last second, making me bargain for more.”

You blushed a bit, being interrupted by the waitress again for drinks. Once she left, you looked around the restaurant. No one was looking at the two of you, and…you were in a quiet, dark, corner…

You set your purse to hang off the back of your chair, looking at how long the table cloth was. If you were quick enough…

“Cover me,”


You quickly ducked under the table, quiet for a moment and trying to hear if no one noticed. Fortunately, Jumin was whispering harshly to you, letting you know how foolish you were and how lucky the both of you were that no one saw.

Holding back a giggle, you started working on his belt like you had been in the car, and he instantly went quiet. Smiling, you worked his cock out of his pants, surprised it was still as hard as it was before, even leaking a bit.

“Ooh, you weren’t lying.”

How long had he been like this? Was he teasing himself mentally the whole time, unable to calm down? He must be aching.

You held it as you ran your tongue from the base up, hearing the table clatter a bit as he reached under and grabbed a fistful of your hair. It hurt, but nothing too bad. It certainly made you unable to keep your excitement at bay. 

You heard footsteps and saw his straighten up. The waitress must be back.

You heard them talking, the waitress wondering if she needed to wait until you had came back from wherever, and you could hear him clearing his throat, trying to sound calm….

Until you took the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue to lap up the precum. You heard his voice hitch, the waitress question him, his hand tighten with your hair again. It was hard not to let out a noise, but you managed to hold back as the waitress walked away.

You didn’t have the upperhand for long. As soon as she was far enough, both of his hands slipped under the table, pushing your head down and forcing you to take him all at once. 

Your eyes teared up a bit, and you felt something hot spurt down the back of your throat. You let him hold you in place until his grip loosened, then you carefully pulled back, kissing his cock for good measure.

After you wiped your mouth, you carefully snuck back into your chair, thankful no one had noticed. Unfortunately, Jumin still looked riled up and his face was a bit red.

“We’re going home.”

“What? Was it that bad?”

“No,” he cleared his throat, pulling out his wallet to leave something to pay for the wine the two of you had hardly touched. “I need more, now.”


Watching Seven ride you was amazing, and you understood why he loved you riding him so much.

You had recently gotten a vibrating dual strap on. On your end, you had a nice little bit that rubbed against your gspot, and on his end he got a thick dildo to bounce up and down on.

You watched his cock move along with him, bobbing a bit with a thick steady drip of precum working its way to the cockring around his base. When you looked at his expression, he was completely blissed the fuck out. Glasses skewed, mouth open and drooling a bit, eyes half lidded and nearly rolled back.

The dildo must have been hitting him in all the right places. God, at this rate, you wouldn’t even need him to get you off, the little vibrating bullet in you able work well enough with the visuals he was providing.

You felt your heart nearly stop as he let out a strangled moan, seizing up and rocking a tad. He had stopped pumping the fake cock in and out of him, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Are you close, baby?”

He nodded, biting his lip. “So close, so so close.”

It was the third time he had gotten this close, but this had came quicker than the others. You reached out, your thumb teasing the tip of his cock, a disgusting and open-mouthed, tongue hanging moan escaping him.

“You can cum if you want to, baby, it’s fine.”

He leaned back, willing himself to open his eyes and look at you with an unsure expression. When you reached for his cockring, he nodded, and you took it off slowly.

Once it was completely off, you started pumping his cock as he lightly bounced on the dildo again, breathing deeply. After just a few moments, he finally came, his cum shooting out so hard that some even landed on your cheek.

You were completely content with just that being the end of it, but after he barely caught his breath, he was fixing his glasses and slipping between your legs.

When you tried to protest, he stopped you.

“Let me make you feel good for doing that for me.”


The two of you stumbled into the dressing room, hardly able to keep your hands off each other before so. He slipped his hands expertly up your shirt, bringing it along and flinging it to the side, groping at your breasts.

“You really don’t have any self control, do you?”

He almost whined at your teasing, letting go of your breasts and squeezing your ass, forcing your hips to meet his as he bucked against you without any shame.

“M-Mc, come on, I need this,” His breath was hot against your ear as he begged. “All those texts, those looks during rehearsal, you’re such a damn tease.”

You tried keeping your cool, but with how he was grinding against you, you couldn’t even attempt to.

“Y-You need to be tamed, Zenny- Ah!”

His mouth was at your neck, sucking past bruises, his moan nearly sounding like a growl. “Let me take it off.”

You reached a hand in between the two of you, groping him and causing him to gasp and groan. Before you could tease again, he picked you up and had you sitting on the make-up table, yanking off your pants a bit clumsily, but fast. As soon as it and your underwear was off, he was undoing his own pants, pulling his hard and flushed cock out.

You bit your lip, seeing the precum dripping off of him already, the cockring at the back of his cock begging to be removed.

“Tell me it’s okay, Mc, tell me I can-”

“Do it.”

Instantly he was on you, pushing his tip into you, waiting for your telltale moan to allow him to push in all the way. You whined, tangling your fingers with the fabric of his shirt as he pounded into you harshly. It didn’t hurt, but god the two of you hadn’t gone this quick and rough before.

You quickly bit his shoulder, his wet moan in your ear as you muffled your noises. He was going so fast- so fast!

“Letmecum, god please, Mc. Letmecumletme-”

You wrapped your legs around his hips, clamping them down and forcing him deeper into you. As you did so, you wrapped a hand around that damned ponytail of his and pulled, making such a choked guttural moan leave him.

That was it, that had to be the breaking limit for him. He was still bucking into you, but they were wild, uncoordinated. It felt good, but you hadn’t felt him so fucked up before. Clumsily you reached in between the both of you, managing to get him to pause long enough for you to undo the latch of the cockring. 

You couldn’t even grab it. Once it was undone, he forced your hips to meet his, the ring falling onto the floor as he completely slammed into you, letting out such strangled noises as he finally came into you, panting against your neck.

After the two of you composed yourselves, Zen having to help you stay steady on your legs, you decided it was best if you waited outside for him to finish up with practice.

It wasn’t until the two of you got home that you both realized you left the cockring in  the dressing room.


The two of you had decided to try overstimming together. It was something you were curious about, and a kink he had always wanted to try out. But, he wasn’t expecting that you wanted to use it on him as well.

After a few rounds of normal doggy style sex, you couldn’t stop clenching so tightly around him. Somehow, in this position, he was able to keep rubbing perfectly against your gspot, making you bite into his pillow.

Of course, this was having a toll on him as well.

Normally, he didn’t have issues lasting a while, which is why he was so surprised you wanted him to wear a cockring, but since he didn’t mind he wore it anyway. Now, as you hit your third orgasm- squealing into the pillow and letting out such a lewd ass moan afterwards- he was nearly at the brink of just begging you to let him cum inside of you.

He couldn’t think straight. All he could focus in was the feeling of your wet heat around him, his balls feeling tight as all hell. He was so damn close, he couldn’t even focus on sitting upright. Now he his forehead was against your back as he groaned into you, forcing your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Nnngh, I’m so fucking close, Mc, I’m so fucking close, just a bit more, jus-Ahn!”

He stopped mid-thrust as you reached between the yours and his legs both, groping at his balls. He made a deep whine in his throat, and then suddenly he couldn’t stop snapping his hips into you. The sound of skin slapping together so harshly was nearly enough to make you cum again, but you were so weak and so over-fucked, your mind felt numb.

“T-Take it off, god damnit, nownownownow! I can’t- I need to cum inside of you, I need to right nowrightnow!”

His voice was deep, guttural, and with clumsy fingers you undid the latch on his cockring. As soon as it slipped off, he was biting your shoulder hard enough to break the skin, a loud groan barely being muffled rushing out as he thrusted a handful of times more. He came with a deep final thrust, keeping his cock in you and he sloppily panted against your back.

After a few moments, he slowly slid out, the both of you groaning before flopping on the bed. He reached an arm out, quickly pulling you to him and placing small and lazy kisses against your head.

“Once I catch my breath, we’re going again.”

When you looked at him shocked, you could see a tired but stern and commanding look in his eye.

“You didn’t let me cum that whole time while you did. You really didn’t think you were getting away with that, did you?”

Your hands feel like home

Request: Some college au lance and keith, where maybe keith gets like really badly sick (Up to you my friend how) and lance has to force him to stop going to classes/go to the hospital but keith gets so freaking stressed because he must have perfect grades (Klance if you want!!) Thank!!! C:

Summary: When Keith comes down sick, he assumes its nothing and carries on. But as classes and deadlines start to take their toll, it becomes more and more obvious to both Keith and his boyfriend Lance, that this ‘cold’ is anything but normal. How he made it to lectures with full blown pneumonia, he’ll never know, but something he does know is that no matter what, Lance will always be by his side. 

‘Babe, did you get the coffee?’

Keith raised his head, pausing in his feeble attempt to remove his shoes without experiencing a rapid, unplanned introduction to the floor.

‘Huh?’ he called, a small wince seeping through his teeth at the irritable scrape in his throat. He had been feeling ill for days, sluggish and tired, with a growing wet cough that burned his airways and pounded his head like a hammer on an anvil. He knew he had a fever - that morning while Lance had still been sleeping he had snuck into his bathroom and borrowed his thermometer, only find that his temperature had risen to 38.5 degrees. But college was just too busy to take a day off from, and so he had popped a few fever reducers and paracetamol and gotten on with his day.

‘Coffee,’ Lance repeated, sticking his head out of the kitchen door to raise his eyebrows at Keith. ‘you said you were gonna stop by the store on your way here and pick some up. I’m nearly out,’

Keith groaned, leaning his head against the wall, second shoe all but forgotten. ‘Damnit.. I forgot, sorry. Want me to go back out and get some?’ he asked, but every fibre of his body was praying that Lance would say no. Apparently, whatever Gods were looking down on him chose to be kind, and Lance shook his head, at ease.

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Not Like This (Part 4)

Part 1: Here
Part 2: Here
Part 3: Here

Fandom:  Star Trek AOS (Soulmate AU)
Pairing: Reader x Bones
Word Count: 7,263
Rating: Teen+
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Author’s Note:  I’m sorry it took me so long to write this part, but I think you’ll like it!  There WILL be another part to this story, and it’s already almost done, so I promise there won’t be such a long wait for the next one.  Enjoy!!

              Everything seems like a horrible dream.  You feel like you’re treading through the thickest mud, barely able to move forward. Your mind is full of cobwebs, making everything muffled and dull.  You moan as aches and pains come back to you in full force, sending waves of agony through your body.  Your chest in particular is throbbing, through you can feel spikes of pain coming from other areas, like your injured arm and leg.

              You slowly open your eyes, blinking sluggishly, your eyelids feeling very heavy and weighed down by your extreme fatigue.  Everything looks too bright and blurred, and you blink a few more times, trying to clear your vision.  It helps a little, but nothing really comes into proper focus, leaving you feeling dizzy and disoriented.  You realize that someone is touching you, and you can feel something warm and wet against your neck.  You feel it move away from you and eventually realize someone had a washcloth on your skin. Why?  You can’t think clearly enough to figure out an answer.  You can’t remember what’s going on, and your heartrate spikes as fear and confusion start to take over your brain.

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anonymous asked:

Hcs for Tyler when it's extremely hot and the A/C goes out please

(Still weighing my options about wether or not to do Ethan hc’s, but I figured in the meantime I’d keep knocking out the Tyler requests in my ask box)

- It’s L.A, a fucking desert, in the middle of the summer and of course the A/C at the office goes out
- which would be ok if there weren’t 5 computers, 4 of which are running editing programs
- aka, it’s hot as fuuuuck
- and the only box fans they have are being aimed at the computers and nothing else
- You’re already wearing shorts and a tank top, your hair swept up off your face as much as possible
- (Mark keeps whining because Amy won’t let him take off his pants because it’s not “Work appropriate”)
- You’re trying desperately to focus but out of the corner of your eye you see Tyler working, sweat dripping down his brow. He keeps pushing his curly hair back and all you want to do is run your hands through it. He catches you staring and you look away, hoping that it just looks like your face is hot and not like your blushing.
- And then Mark decides that it’s ridiculous for them all to be working like this and announces that the day has ended and everyone must go to his house and enjoy the pool or else (he’s probably having a heatstroke or something and he’s getting delirious and even more bossy than usual)
- Everyone piles into their cars and drives to Marks house. You almost miss the turn because you keep thinking about Tyler and water dripping down his chest.
- Amy/Mark let you borrow a swim suit and you can’t help but smirk when you walk through the living room and Tyler’s eyeing you
- But then it’s his turn to change and when he comes out of the guest room you have to force yourself to stop checking him out.
- When everyone’s finally in the backyard Mark jumps into the pool instantly and then Amy follows in after. You’re about to stick your foot in when Tyler picks you up and tosses you in. 
- You guys keep splashing each other
- Eventually Ethan gets out to check his phone and Amy decides that she and Kathryn should go make a grocery run while Mark figures out what you all are going have for dinner (AKA THEY’RE TOTALLY SETTING YOU AND TYLER UP SHH)
- Tyler corners you in the pool, smiling really brightly, water dripping down his face. “I saw you looking at me.” He says.
- “What are you going to do about it?”
- “Kiss you.”
- And then you guys are making out in the pool. (his lips taste like chlorine)

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Eggsy Unwin x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Fic brought to you by THIS song. So he doesn’t exactly admit he’s in Kingsmen because he would never actually be allowed to do so but he does his best. Also, have a gif of Eggsy, because I can’t get enough of Taron’s stupid fucking face. I apologize for any painful grammatical answers, it’s 3AM right now and if I don’t go to sleep I’m gonna die but I also wanna get this posted.

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One Shot - Cave Dweller

A/N: This is based off the 3x21 episode. It is my idea of what could have happened to Emma and Hook after fleeing off the ‘Rolly Joger” and Killian punching himself. This would be if the ball at King Mitus’ castle was not that evening and they had to seek shelter. Rated M for sexual content.


Emma was still feeling lightheaded. It had been hours since the kiss with the drunk Captain. Hours since Killian had burst into the cabin and in what appeared to be a fit of jealousy, punched himself. She shook her head trying to clear it of the fog that surrounded her brain. She absently touched her lips and she could still feel the heat of Captain Hook’s lips.

Killian glanced at Emma from the corners of his eyes and saw her touching her lips. His hands fisted at his sides. He felt a strange sensation. He knew what it was and he didn’t like it. They were still traipsing through the bloody Enchanted Forest looking for somewhere to make shelter for the night. He didn’t want them to be seen. He doubted Emma understood just how precarious their situation was.

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Focus on me

Pairing: Conor x reader

Summary: Conor is busy editing a video and not paying you any attention, so you make him

Warning: Smut

It was evening and after a long day of meetings you came to find your boyfriend Conor exactly where you left him, at his computer editing a cover he’d filmed the day before. Your day was stressful and you had thought about nothing else but being in your boy’s arms the whole way home. But now that you were finally home, you realised that he didn’t have the same idea.

Hoping to convince him, you ran into his study and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his cheek firmly. He just mumbled a small “hello” under his breath and continued on with what he was doing. You decided to let him be, because surely he’d be finished soon. But after an hour of him moaning and groaning at the screen, you decided that you’d had enough. 

“Conor baby”, you called from the other side of the room where you sat “it’s getting late.” You tried to make out like it was your intention to get him to come to bed to rest, but after an hour of hearing make the most heavenly noises out of frustration, you wanted nothing but to get in his pants. And since he wasn’t giving you any attention at all, you decided to take matters into your own hands. 

You retreat to an area of the room that’s out of his view and slip out of your dress, leaving you barefoot in your bra and underwear. You make your way back over to Conor and sit on your chair next to him, as far away from him as possible. You spread your legs slightly and begin rubbing yourself through the thin fabric, letting out a gentle moan. You look over at him, still nothing. You let out a more forceful moan. That got his attention.

He glances over at you slightly before returning to the editing, but his interest had peaked. “Y/N, stop being ridiculous.“ You take that as a challenge, just to see how ‘ridiculous’ you can get before he notices.

You crawl over and straddle him, but make sure to keep your head to the side so he can see what he’s doing. You nuzzle into his neck before kissing it, and then sucking gently on his soft, creamy skin. You begin rocking your hips back and forth, grinding down into his lap; and you start to feel the desired effect. You moan from the friction, and since your mouth was so close to his ear, he heard it.

“Y/N please, I need to do this.”

“Sorry Con. I just wanted some attention.” You say solemnly, climbing off him.

He sighs and the room is silent for a moment. You’re not sure if he’s mad or not, his face is completely blank.

“Well baby” he turns to face you and reaches around to unclips your bra “that’s what you’re about to get.”

He pulls the bra down your arms and discards it onto the floor, before attaching his mouth to your left nipple. You desperately reach down to remove his pants, but his hands block the movement. “Don’t be naughty. You wanted attention, and that’s what I’m giving you.”

He pulls you close, placing his sweet lips onto yours and kissing you like he needed you more than anything else in the world. The kiss started soft, but gradually became hard and passionate. You could feel yourself getting wetter as each second passed.

He pushes you off his body and kneels in front of you, sliding your underwear down your legs. You instinctively snap your legs shut, but Conor pushes them open again. He stops there for a moment, admiring you. 

You sit above him, red in the face with your mouth parted slightly. Shaky breaths leave your swollen, pink lips as you sit in patient agony, waiting for him to give you some sort of relief.

 He brings his face right up to your heat but avoiding contact. After a few seconds, he licks up through your folds and collects your juices on his tongue. He slips a finger in, pumping slowly for a minute, before adding in a second. You let out a string of moans and profanities, letting Conor know you love what he’s doing to you. He brings his mouth up to your clit and sucks on it, hard.

That movement was the last thing you could take, and it causes you to reach your high and finish. When he pulls back, evidence of his hard work is dripping down his chin.

“Maybe I should ignore you more often, just so I can see that look of desperation on your face,” he says with a cheeky smirk on his face.

metallicdeceiver  asked:

⚠️💊 🐍 👻 🌟 🤖 sorry if that's too many hcs to ask for

⚠️ Beyond the zones 

beyond the zones, past the eyes of bl/ind and where no killjoy will run, is a world that has forgotten man. While dracs and joys alike fight and flee the eyes watching from the dust and fog plan. One day the land beyond the zones will get to small for the forgotten beasts and plants, and they will return to claim the desert once more.  

💊 Party Poison 

Party Poison is no longer sure of which dream they are in, they know at one point their crew had a fun ghoul a kobra and a jet, perhaps a girl as well, but the ones they know seem… off. Wasn’t ghoul taller? or maybe kobra smiled brighter? doesn’t jet hug them tighter now as if they could float away? They laugh along with their so called friends but remember that the only voice louder then their own is the call of the desert for them to wake up

🐍 Kobra Kid

Kobra is smart, he knows that things won’t always be this way, he knows that one day he’ll have to grab Party’s hand and run again. But he can’t help it, the laughter, the real smile on his brother’s face, the small girl who says he’s the best on his worst days and even more amazing on his best. It’s wormed it’s way into his heart, this love affection friends family, and the thought of leaving it tears him apart, but Kobra is smart and he knows things won’t always be this way.

👻 Fun Ghoul 

Drip Drip Drip, the pipe has been leaking for the past 6 hours. Drip, Drip,Drip, it keeps hitting ghoul in his face, running down his cheeks, and leaving a salty taste in his mouth. Drip, Drip, Drip, the others have gone to bed. But Ghoul can’t won’t sleep until that drip is gone, he works and works and works until, Drip, Drip, Dri-, the leak has stopped. Ghoul falls alsee- BAM! The dracs are here, ghoul is tired but they have to run, when they get back he’ll take a nap and the others will wonder why there’s duct tape over a pipe that’s been without water for years

🌟 Jet Star 

Jet watches his boys on the dance floor from a corner. He watches as there’s a hand on Kobra’s hip, and jet shrugs it off. There’s a guy talking into ghoul’s mouth, jet shrugs it off. There’s a man dancing with party on the floor. “motherfuker!” the man yells and then jet punches him he’s on the floor again bleeding from his nose. The man runs and Party turns to Jet. “I could handle it but thank you” Jet nods, he goes back to his corner of the club, and he watches his boys on the dance floor.

🤖 Destroya

Destorya waits, waits as young joys dare people to climb on them, waits as the seasons change, waits as the new joys turn old, waits as fire fights and brawls take place, waits as bl/ind and killjoys fight for control over the desert. What are they waiting for? Just wait and see.

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Partners in Crime

Pairing: Moriarty x Reader

Summary: Just some cute fluffy stuff after an evening of stealing something. 

Warnings: Nothing, just fluffiness

Word Count: 607 

A/N: I’m horrible at summaries in case you can’t tell… (GIF not mine.)

“Help!” I screamed. I could feel James Moriarty’s gun digging into my side. “He’s over he-” Moriarty clapped his other hand over my mouth as two security guards ran into the art gallery of the museum. They stopped when they realized that Moriarty had me at gunpoint.

He spoke up. “Don’t try to stop me, or I’ll shoot the girl. I don’t like getting my hands dirty. But I will if it’s necessary.”

I whimpered. “Please… Please listen to him. I don’t w-want to d-die. I-I was just making sure e-everything was in order before I left w-work!” Tears dripped down my face.

The guards froze.

“Now… Slowly put your guns on the floor and get on your knees, hands behind your heads,” Moriarty said from behind me. The two hesitated. “Now!” They jumped at his sudden loudness. “Or else you’ll never see the girl again.”

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Sketchy Behaviors | Jenny Sharaf (SF)

Never afraid to reinvent herself or her art, San Francisco based artist Jenny Sharaf’s works are fluid and spontaneous; her approach fearless and at times vunerable; and her style cool and comfortably bad-ass.  We’ve not only been fans of her visual and abstract creations, but also her passion to work with her community in SF and Oakland to spread art and creativity – from her work with the Lab’s 24-Hour Telethon, The Parking Lot Art Fair to her most recent project- the Public Art Tour.  Sharaf shares some insight into her work and process; important issues and themes; and her thoughts on the contemporary arts scene in this installment of Sketchy Behaviors.  

Photographs courtesy of the artist

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