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anonymous asked:

What would you think of a scenario where you're more sensual with your son the way you'd be with your daughter?

That is a GOOD question! it’s not like I ONLY go slow and sensual with daughter play and rough and tough with sons! I can swap back and forth but for the most part that’s how I split up the different preferences so to speak! I can TOTALLY be a loving caring daddy growing for my boy, having him watch me flex and GROW for him, idolizing my hulking frame as he would a superhero! Being my beast loving son’s caring, protective daddy beast is a LOT of fun and a sensual romp is plenty fun too!

Missing Pieces - Luke One-Shot

Originally posted by 1980s-90sgifs

Request: Could you do a one shot where the reader is dating Luke and then after the Empire Strikes Back he’s not sure how reader will react to his robot arm and he’s afraid to touch reader with it and yeah IDK if that sounds good.

Luke sat silently in the bay as the medical droid finished its analysis of his new hand.  He flexed his muscles, watching the hand contract just as a normal appendage would.  He hadn’t seen you yet after returning, he wasn’t even sure if you knew that he had lost a limb yet, or if you even knew if he was back.  A part of him was grateful that you hadn’t come running to find him.  He was afraid that you would think differently of him now that he had a cybernetic hand.  A deep insecurity flooded through his veins.  Would you be horrified? Would you be disgusted? He didn’t know, but he could tell the answer was coming as a sudden commotion echoed in through the door.

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anonymous asked:

hello pardon my intrusion, but what do you have that allows you to... excrete? do you possess a cloaca perhaps? or just a urethra without any extra bits around it???

Yes, precisely. I can tell you that there is one outer opening,..it may seem odd, and to the detractors, apparently false, but I have spent centuries wondering what I am, coming to general theories by degrees. I have poked and prodded every inch of myself. I have done a little actual poking with some sharp instruments, but as I have said before, that is dangerous because I jury and healing make me very hungry, so I must be cautious.

So…I do know much about my anatomy. And after what happened to me in 2012, I now have a series of photographs that give me some additional information.

I have sometimes spent hours flexing one joint and watching how it moves.

I be that skinny fiend sippin lean
Caffeine with codeine
I’m smoking nicotine, PCP
Pills in my cuisine
I’m fucking draped in suede
Wrist dismayed
$uicide renegade
Pop a couple waves up in my grave carving my skin with the blade
I don’t fuck with squealers
Known drug dealer
Stealer with the sealer
Slickity always wrecked
Bitch get checked
Grey 59 the set
Chopper make ‘em wet
Watch me flex
Y'all just second best
Never second guess
Manifest triple 6 till death

Ruby with the uzi oh no, picking up an O for a bitch I don’t know
Ruby so wavy need a bigger row boat, row row row
Motherfucker you a slowpoke, Snow leopard tethered, I know so
He shackled with straps made of leather from polo
His tenure dependent on more snow, more glow from the rope that holds his throat
Free my soul and send in the po po, maybe it’d be better with no globe
No pope, no robes, no dope, no hope for humanity
Meant to end in tragedy, $uicide ain’t for vanity, no honor or majesty
Oddy the ho, leper stays solo

im gonna cry
  • Me: *standing in Theatre Arts*
  • Boy 1: you're so silly!
  • Me: er...okay
  • Boy 1: so...you free this Friday?
  • Me: no
  • Boy 1: no?
  • Me: no
  • Boy 1: oh
  • Me: how old are you?!
  • Boy 1: I can be as old as you want me to be ;)
  • Me: what the actual fuck
  • Boy 2: can I twerk against your leg
  • Me: choke on a watermelon
  • Boy 2: watch me flex
  • Boy 2: *squats*
  • Me: *leaves*
  • Boy 1: hey babe
  • Random Girl: *wraps arm around me* hey, leave my friend alone!
  • Boy 1: you're friends?
  • Random Girl: yeah!
  • Me: *catches on* yeah!
  • Boy 1: alright...make out with her
  • Me: *looks at her, then him, then her again* alright, if you buy me dinner first
  • School year's going great so far
Ashton Irwin- Drumsticks

Request: can you make an ashton smut where you use his drumsticks please?

Hope you like it! :)


His back muscles flexed as I watched him bang the drums with so much passion and power. His hair shook back and forth and his eyes squeezed shut as he whacked away. I leaned against the door frame and listened to the beat of a song I didn’t recognize. When he was done, I clapped and he spun around with shock spread across his face. But then he smiled when he realized it was me and stood and walked over to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held me around my waist.

“Hey, love. I didn’t know you were coming over.” He kissed my cheek.

“I texted you.” I smiled up at him.

He let go of my waist and felt around his pockets until he pulled out his phone. His thumb roamed around his screen until he chuckled, “Oh yeah, sorry.” He put his phone back in his pocket.

“It’s okay. Where is everyone?”

“Lauren and Harry are at friend’s houses and my mom is out with some of her friends. So I thought I would practice drumming. But I’d rather spend time with you.” He leaned down and kissed my neck.

I chuckled, “I could watch you practice.”

“Wouldn’t that be boring for you?”

I laughed, “You sweaty banging on drums? That’s the best show I could ever ask for.”

He smirked, “Alright then.” He took my hand and we walked over to his drum kit. I pulled up a chair next to him and he pulled his drum stick out from his back pocket. He sat himself upright in his chair and banged on one drum just to get himself started. But then he started to drum a slow beat which quickly turned into a quick beat. The sweat started to form on the top of his forehead as his muscles flexed. I squeezed my legs together and physically had to fight off the urge to moan. After he was done with whatever song he was playing, he pushed his hair out of his face and he looked at me. I swallowed hard not breaking eye contact with him. “How’d I do?” He asked.

I stood up from my chair and walked over to him. I stepped in front of him and sat on his lap. He dropped his drum sticks and held onto my waist. I gripped the hair on the back of his head and smashed his lips against mine. He was taken back a bit, but he kissed my back. His hand roamed up my back and he rubbed it up and down. I grinded myself onto his lap and he groaned into my mouth. I didn’t stop my actions and I pressed harder against him. I moaned onto his lips as the rough material of my jeans pressed against my aching core. Suddenly Ashton picked me up by my waist and set me down on one of his drums. He reached down and grabbed the hem of my shirt and lifted it off of my body. I did the same with his shirt, leaving us both shirtless. I reached behind his head and pushed his lips against mine again and he reached behind me and unclipped my bra. I fumbled with his belt and then pulled them down to his ankles along with his boxers. I grabbed hold of his member and he groaned. I pumped him a few times and swiped my thumb over his tip. I reached around him and pushed him closer to me while still pumping him. I bent down more and took him into my mouth.

“Ah, shit.” He moaned and threw his head back.

I swirled my tongue around and sucked him hard and he placed his hand on the back of my head. He pushed me closer to him, causing me to gag a bit. I didn’t mind though, it made him feel good so I dealt with it. He moaned in pleasure which caused me to squeeze my legs together in order to create some type of friction. I bobbed my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks in the process. I massaged his balls knowing that this action drove him crazy. I felt his grip tighten on my hair which he now turned into a makeshift ponytail. I thought he was going to push me further onto him, but instead he pulled me back. I gave him a confused look, but he reassured me by placing his lips on mine. He reached down and pulled my pants off my legs along with my panties and threw them somewhere on the floor. He reached behind me and grabbed something I never thought we’d ever use during sex: a drumstick. My eyes widened as he slowly dragged it down my body. He circled my breasts and my lower torso until he got to my aching core. He got down on his knees so he was level with my sex before he moved his drumstick between my folds. I moaned and tilted my head back in pleasure at the foreign feeling.

“If it gets to be too much, remember the safe word is pineapples.” He reminded me.

I nodded, “Just do something.”

He smirked before placing his lips around my clit. I yelped out in pleasure while his drumstick worked its wonders by him pushing it in and out of me. He lapped his tongue around my sensitive nub which brought be closer and closer to my edge. The feeling of pure bliss rose in the pit of my stomach and my breathing became uneven. He hummed against me which caused me to arch my back off the drum. He pushed my hips back down and I groaned, but then I quickly moaned out his name. But before I came close to my orgasm, Ashton pulled away. I glared at him and he smirked at me before throwing his drumstick somewhere on the ground as he stood up. He grabbed my leg and wrapped his around his hip while his other hand traced a line on my cheek. I smiled against his touch. “Are you ready?” He asked.

I nodded, “Yes.”

He lined himself up with my entrance and he pushed himself in. I opened my mouth, but no sounds came out. The feeling was indescribable, especially in this position. He slid out of me completely before slamming back into me. He did this repeatedly until he started slowing down at bit, knowing it would tease me. All of the sudden, Ashton picked me up and placed me on the ground, throwing my leg over his shoulder. He rammed into me again and I screamed out. I reached up gripped onto his biceps and my other hand went up to his hair. I push it out of his face and then I gripped the back of his head and pushed his face down to mine. His lips were rough against me as he thrust in and out of me. His tip brushed against my g-spot with every movement which brought me closer to my orgasm. But suddenly he stilled inside of me. His head fell backwards and his legs shook as he emptied himself inside of me. My breathing was still rapid and I subconsciously grinded myself onto him. “Aha, shit.” He moaned.

He pulled out of me and crawled further down my body until his face was directly in front of my heat. He didn’t hesitate wrapping his mouth around my clit. “Fuck, Ash.” I moaned out.

I reached down and tangled my fingers in his curls. His tongue darted in and out of me as he moved his face around my clit. His stubble making it feel intense; I was so close. My moans became higher and higher and I bucked my hips onto his face.  His arms hooked around the back of my thighs which brought me closer to his face. He hummed inside me which sent me over the edge. I cried out Ashton’s name and grinded my hips onto his face. He rode out my orgasm with his tongue until he pulled away and laid next to me. I was still breathing heavily when he turned his head to face me. I looked over at him and he kissed me quickly, “We should use my drumsticks more often.”

I nodded, “Absolutely.”

- Brooke XD

the new inspectself line

willow: "Why didn’t anyone tell me I had ashes on my face?“


woodie: "Beard’s growing out nicely.“

wolfgang: "Everyone! Come watch Wolfgang flex!”

wickerbottom: "I’m aging like a fine, intelligent wine, am I not?“

wendy: "When I look in the mirror, it’s like Abigail’s here.” (grah)

webber: "Ah! I’m a monster! Haha, we’re just kidding.“

max: "I still look dapper, right? As if I needed to check.”

wigfrid: "Who is that incredible warrior in the mirror?“

And then Wilson, poor, dear little Wilson, for once the most practical person in this entire stupid game:

"Am I still in one piece?”

No. The psychological scars will never heal, pal.

maesterleia  asked:

Jon/Dany, 3 - things you said too quietly

“i loved your father, and i never knew him.”

she hopes he does not hear.  she hopes he does not–because she is sure he will be angry.  he is not a stark, in the end, because of his father.  he was raised to hate his father, and he does–refuses even to call him father.  “ned stark was my father,” he insists through gritted teeth whenever someone throws the word targaryen at him.  it is not enough.  not enough for him to keep the crown they set upon his head.  he puts it aside for a true stark, and takes up the name snow again, and dany watches him flex his hand as if the scars there remind him of something.  she never knows what.

i loved rhaegar, and i never knew him.  she didn’t have to know him. and for all these northern lords spoke of rape, and of the atrocities that her brother and father had committed against their starks, all she could think was of viserys.  rhaegar was the brother i wanted, not the brother i had.  he was valiant.  he was.  or he had been to her, at least.  he had been because she’d needed him to be.

she loves rhaegar as much as jon hates him, and jon glances at her, eyebrows raised because he hadn’t quite heard her. 

“you loved your father.  you must miss him.”

and he smiles, his face softening, and she sees gratitude in his grey eyes.  they say he has ned stark’s eyes.  

and me?  i have rhaegar’s.

anonymous asked:

you're right!! we should not call Kaito Space Daddy!!!!!we should call him Space Jam Man instead!!! !!✨⭐️

Everybody get up it’s time to slam now
We got a real jam goin’ down
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here’s your chance do your dance at the Space Jam


Come on and slam and welcome to the jam
Come on and slam if you want to jam

Party people in the house lets go
It’s your boy “Jayski” a'ight so
Pass that thing and watch me flex
Behind my back, you know what’s next
To the jam, all in your face
Wassup, just feel the bass
Drop it, rock it, down the room
Shake it, quake it, space KABOOM
Just work that body, work that body
Make sure you don’t hurt nobody
Get wild and lose your mind
Take this thing into over-time
QCD, goin’ burn it up
C'mon y'all get on the floor
So hey, let’s go a'ight

Everybody get up it’s time to slam now
We got a real jam goin’ down
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here’s your chance do your dance at the Space Jam

Wave your hands in the air if you feel fine
We’re gonna take it into overtime
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here’s your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam

C'mon it’s time to get hyped say hoop there it is
C'mon all the fellas say hoop there it is
C'mon one time for the ladies say hoop there it is
Now all the fellas say hoop there it is
C'mon and run, baby run
C'mon, c'mon, do it, run baby run
Yeah, you want a hoop so shoot, baby shoot
C'mon and slam, and welcome to the jam
C'mon and slam, if you want to jam
C'mon and slam, and welcome to the jam
C'mon and slam, if you want to jam

Slam, Bam, Thank you ma'am
Get on the floor and jam
It’s the QCD on the microphone
Girl you got me in the zone
C'mon, c'mon and start the game
Break it down, tell me your name
We the team, I’m the coach
Let’s dance all night from coast to coast
Just slide, from left to right
Just slide, yourself the night
QCD, drop the base
3-point-1 all in your face
Jam on it, let’s have some fun
Jam on it, One on One
You run the hole and I run the “D”
So c'mon baby just jam for me

Everybody get up it’s time to slam now
We got a real jam goin’ down
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here’s your chance do your dance at the Space Jam

Wave your hands in the air if you feel fine
We’re gonna take it into overtime
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here’s your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam

Hey ladies
Y'all ready stop
Y'all want to know why
‘Cause it’s a Slam Jam

Y'all ready to stop
Y'all want to know why?
It’s time to slam now

Everybody get up it’s time to slam now
We got a real jam goin’ down
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here’s your chance do your dance at the Space Jam

Wave your hands in the air if you feel fine
We’re gonna take it into overtime
Welcome to the Space Jam
Here’s your chance, do your dance at the Space Jam

C'mon, everybody say, nah nah nah nah nah
C'mon, C'mon let me hear you say, hey ey ey o
C'mon, C'mon everybody, nah nah nah nah nah
Just take the time to say hey ey ey o

Check it out, check it out, y'all ready for this? You know it
Nah, y'all ain’t ready, y'all ready for this? You know it
C'mon check it out, y'all ready to jam? You know it
Nah, I, I don’t think so, y'all ready to jam? You know it

-Mod Kaito

Bathed in Your Touch

Overwatch OC/Canon Week
Day Two Theme A:  “Domestic”
Koubriel (Gabriel Reyes / Kou)

All eyes were on the strike team as the Talon soldiers cautiously moved into the area.  Of course, Reaper and Umibozu were on their side.  Supposedly.  How else could they explain how a mission that had been on the rooster for months and lost three full groups to could have been completed with only two fighters on the ground and a hacker and sniper in the shadows?

“They holding up?”  Reaper rasps, watching Umibozu flex his hands under the thick gloves.

The armored man nods, something akin to a smile quickly passing over his lips.  “Don’t hurt today.”

Reaper makes a noise at the news.  Almost… pleased.  “Good.  Let’s clean up at your place then.”  The words would make anyone stumble.  But it only takes one a single glance from the cold skeletal mask to move the soldiers along, and mind their own business.


The entrance room to Kou’s bath is already warm, the programming to fill the bath activated on the journey back.  It’s a good day for both of them; Gabe’s body keeping to a solid form and Kou willing to completely undress.  Even the dark cloth mask worn to hide the extensive scarring over his upper face, tilting his head as Gabe’s thumbs hooked underneath the fabric to ease its removal.  Hands wander in gentle movements to check their companion for injury, accompanied by softer words or smiles.

“May I rinse you?”  Kou asks as he sits the mercenary on one of stools in the inner bathing room.  His fingertips linger at the broad shoulders until blessed with a kiss.  Something tightens in Gabriel’s throat as a hand lingers against him while Kou reaches for the soap and wash cloths with the other.  The damage done to the fighter’s hands meant that much of the time he couldn’t feel anything, interposed with periods of intense pain when the nerves inexplicably flared.  As a result Kou could often only feel with his knuckles or the back of his hand, if he felt secure enough to use his hands at all.  Or with his mouth and entire body, shared in the most intimate moments when they curl around each other at night.

So both relish in the touches.  The twisted ridges of the palms gliding over the dusky skin, pressing the water into every dip and hair.  Working the soap, the muscles, until they relent and soften.  Even working his fingers through the damp hair to massage against the scalp.  Gabe closes his eyes and simply breathes until Kou moves to kneel behind him.  Little nuzzles, kisses, pressing along his spine as Kou’s arms wrap around to wash his lower belly and hips.  Lingering over the powerful thighs he enjoys so much.  Cupping the soft cock and balls so the water from the moveable shower head doesn’t jostle them too much.

“All done,” Kou finally announces with a kiss to the nape of Gabe’s neck.  “You can get in the bath to soak now.”

“Mmm,” the promise of hot and relaxing water isn’t strong enough to pull him away from the stool, at least for a few moments.  Leaning back into Kou’s embrace until the man chuckles against his neck and pinches the sensitive skin of an inner thigh to move him along.  The water is blistering warm and steaming, just as they like it.  And Gabe sinks along the sloped side of the bath until it laps against his chest, and closes his eyes to enjoy the sounds of Kou bathing.
Except he can’t enjoy them, since the sounds never come.  A clatter of a stool being moved, a distant creak as a body settles atop it.  Something warm pressing over his heart.  He opens his eyes to see Kou curled against the side of the bath, head resting on one bent arm.  The other hand soaking in the water against Gabe’s chest.  “I thought you were supposed to be washing?”

That little smile plays at his companion’s mouth.  The beautiful turns of his lips, lighting up his entire face.  “I like the way you feel right now,” Kou explains softly, referring more to the way his koi spirits interacted with the world than his hand.  “You’re happy.”

“Of course I am, but I would be even better if my amorcito would hurry up and join me.” Gabe teases, before he surges upwards and scoops Kou into the bath with him.

Kou sputters, suddenly finding his body laid out along his companion’s under the water.  “Gabriel!  The water!”

“I can replace the water,” Gabe declares as he tucks Kou’s head under his chin.  “But I can’t replace you.”