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   Once again,this blog has exploded with another hundred and it’s time for me to thank you for supporting this account so much. Honestly, it’s a bit ridiculous just how many followers this blog has managed to get because I don’t think my portrayal is worthy of this insane number? But you guys seem to like what I’m doing around here so, I can’t complain about that, omfg. Baah, these are always repetitive but really, thank you very much for your help and your love! Being here is fun, it can have it’s bad moments but for the most part, it’s always lovely to write with a bunch of different people, meeting and making friends, being able to write to pass the time and improve.

   Like always, moments like these call for a small ‘follow forever’! I apologize if I’ve missed people as I’m certain not everyone will be here but even if we aren’t mutuals, know that you are worthy of love and attention as well. May I write with a whole new bunch of people sometime soon! For now, here’s the list of lovelies that are super amazing! ❤

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   And everyone else who I may have missed since the mention feature is trash…

Sweet Dreams [Mashton Smut]

This is my first ever smut, and I believe it’s really dirty. SO DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS SUBJECT, IT’S POSSIBLY VERY GRAPHIC SO DON’T READ IF YOU’RE NOT INTO KINKS. Also thanks to my friend hannah for some inspiration, enjoy!


Michael and I are in an open relationship, it’s not that we don’t want a serious relationship, but we are both pretty shit at them. Which means an open relationship is our starting point. When we’re ready, it’ll be just about us. Our relationship was so open in fact, if I brought in one of his friends into our sex life he wasn’t too bothered, surprisingly. Just as long as I was only his at the end of the day.

But this morning was a different sort of morning. I woke up to my currently blonde boyfriend pulling me close to him. I saw it as a cute gesture, until he started mumbling. I couldn’t understand what i was but I could make out a couple of ‘mhm’s’ and I was curious. I was a hundred percent he was having a dream, and clearly it wasn’t a bad one, so I was sure he’d talk about it.

“Mikey,” I said nudging him. “Wake up.”


“You were dreaming, weren’t you?” I asked cuddling up to him.

“Was it obvious?” he muttered while stretching out his limb.

“That you were dreaming, yes, its topic is what I’m curious about.”

“Do you really want to know?” he asked.

“Did you not just hear me?” I sassed.

“Oh an attitude, I see, you don’t want to know.”

“Michael.” I pouted as he let out a chuckle.

“Alright,” he started. “Well, I was at a certain store, buying certain things.” he winked.

With us being on the same level, it’s obvious his dream was starting at a sex shop.


“And I was picking us up some things for our play time,” he stated.

To let you in on a little secret, Mikey, totally a Daddy. Loves every bit of the kink, especially our play time, he likes calling me kitten. It’s basically a second name to me.

“With Ash-”

“Ash? As in Ashton? Our Ashton Irwin?” I was shocked, never has Ash been involved in our activities. I had an idea. “You know, I am obligated to tell Ash.” I knew it was going to embarrass him, he was so cute when embarrassed.

“What?” he blushed. “Says who?”

“Says me,” I threw the covers off me and ran to our guest room where Ash was staying while his and Cal’s place was being fumigated.

“Michael had a dream! Michael had a dream!” I ran in making sure he’d know before Mikey had a chance to stop me.

“Okay! Okay!” he chanted in a similar way.

At that point, Michael finally made his way back into the room.

“And here he is to tell you about it himself.” I smirked.

“Wait, what?”

“Your dream, what about it?” Ashton replied while hooking up his phone to its charger.

“Fuck,” he sighed as he realized Ashton was seriously waiting on being informed about the dream. “Well, you and I,” he stated gesturing between himself and Ash. “We went to a store together, and bought some toys, for play time.

I was so satisfied to see his face burning a bright red color.

"Oh.” Ash said, and that led to silence.

Oh god, had I fucked up?

“Nice, is that all?”

Wait, it was Ashton. I had almost forgotten about his Daddy side, and how the talk of vibrators, dildos, and other sex toys didn’t freak him out.

“You know there is more,” Mikey said while turning to face me. “But kitten ran out of the room  before I could finish.”

Uh oh, I heard his tone change. Suddenly, I realized that all the red from Michael’s face was gone, but I was sure my face was red.

“So, maybe, we can return to our room, and I can finish telling you all about it, Ash can even join us if he likes.”

I nodded and walked back to our room, knowing something was coming. I got on our bed and waited for them, my stomach was filled with butterflies, and heat surrounded my center. It wasn’t much longer until Ash and Mikey finally decided to join me. In their hands, I clearly saw a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. I began to pout when I saw the blindfold, I loved being able to see the things they were doing to me, but clearly they didn’t want me to see.

“Kitten, want me to finish off my dream?”

I nodded, staying quiet, I was always much more quiet when I sank into little space.

“Don’t be shy kitten, you know Ash never even had to know about the dream,” he said coming around to the side of the bed. “Now, lay back.”

I laid back, following instructions, which was something I didn’t normally do. However, I was so curious I didn’t want to waste time. Ashton came to the opposite side of the bed and almost immediately removed my shirt. That was followed by Michael, or Daddy at this point, putting the blindfold on me.

“Daddy, I don’t like it.” I said, my voice getting higher, what we referred to as my 'little space’ voice.

“Just bear with it for now, kitten.” he said bringing my hands up to the posts on the headboard, attaching one cuff to my right wrist the bringing the other cuff through and attaching it to my left wrist. I let out a whine knowing that now I wouldn’t be able to reach out and touch them, another thing I disliked. “Okay,” Mikey started. “When Ash and I got back to the house, we were glad to see you on the couch and had already discussed our plan.”

I knew he was drawing out this entire process. I pressed my thighs together in hopes for some relief, but two hands shoved my legs apart.

“Don’t.” Ash growled out, and knowing how he could get, I decided not to test him.

“He put down a bag, but kept the one that had your pretty, new outfit, including kitty ears and a collar.”

I’m sure he was smirking when he heard my breath hitch in my throat. Due to the darkness from the blindfold, it was much easier for me to picture the entire erotic situation he was describing. Trust me when I say this, I’m a very imaginative person.

“You took the bag and you were being very obedient when we told you to change into it.”

Someone gently trailed their fingers up my inner thigh and I had to fight the urge to buck my hips up into whoever’s hand it was.

“When you finally came back,” Michael continued. “Ash was on the couch and I was still standing, god, you were fucking gorgeous.” he said with a slight growl that sent an electric sensation through me. The control this man had over me was unbelievable. “Then Ash requested you crawl to him on your hands and knees.”

As he spoke, I heard the sound of fabric hitting the floor. What a shame, they were both so fucking attractive, and the thought of how hard they must be was enough to make me drool.

“You did as told, surprisingly, then he made you wait while he stripped off his clothes and I stripped off mine.” I felt the right side of the bed dip slightly, as well as the foot of the bed. “He then asked you to suck his cock, to which you immediately complied, you’d never turn that down would you, kitten?” he chuckled as I shook my head. “And as you took his length into your mouth, I laid between your thighs, slid off your panties and slowly dragged my tongue up your slit.”

As he finished his sentence, I felt someone do the actions he just described.

“Ah, fuck, D-Daddy?” I questioned.

“Not me kitten, I have a dream to talk about, where was I? Oh right, and you slowly took him into your mouth.” I felt, who I now knew was, him turn my head in his direction. “Open.”

I opened my mouth and moaned as he slowly slid his length into my mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he said with a slight pant. “And I slowly slipped in two fingers.”

I moaned on him as Ash imitated the action in real life, his fingers gently rubbing against my walls.

“You then managed to fuck yourself against my fingers, while Ash was fucking your throat,” he said while slowly rocking his hips and putting his hand in my hair.“Then you pulled away and said: 'Daddy, I want him to fuck me with his tongue, please, please Daddy.’ so what do you say?”

It didn’t take a genius to know that he wanted me to repeat what he just said, I would’ve loved to repeat it word for word, but with Ashton’s skilled fingers working me the way they were, I was lucky to even manage to say 'Daddy’.

“D-Daddy,” I whimpered after pulling away. “I want him to fuck me with his tongue, please!”

Ash didn’t replace his fingers with his tongue until Michael gave a hum of approval. I moaned loudly as Michael grabbed my hair once more.

“And you kept sucking,” he said. I, however, was so wrapped up in the pleasure Ashton’s tongue was giving me I didn’t register what he was saying to me. Then he grabbed my hair roughly, not that I minded much. “And you kept sucking.” he repeated.

I finally opened my mouth and continued sucking him, finding it incredibly difficult to focus on pleasing him.

“And then,” he moaned. “Ash growled out: 'gag on it slut, I know you want my cum.’” he rocked his hips a bit faster and added: “you did as told, because you just love the taste of your Daddy’s cum.”

He wasn’t wrong. I gagged slightly as he managed to make me, I could never see the appeal of it due to the sound, but it made Daddy happy, so.

“Fuck yes,” he panted. “So I figured, I should start rubbing your clit, quickly, I might add.”

Ashton understood that was his cue and quickly began rubbing circles on my sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Because you know, I love the taste of your cum just as much as you love the taste of mine,” he groaned. “Then you began to shake.”

God knows why, but I began to tremble. I knew Mikey had some sort of hold on me, but I didnt know it was this strong.

“We all know that means you’re so, so fucking close.” he said as he pulled the blindfold off my face. My eyes adjusted to the light in the room and I finally got to see Mikey’s face. The light layer of sweat on his chest, and the look on his face that revealed he was getting close too. “Then he made you look him in the eyes,” he said while I looked him in the face. “And said: 'don’t you dare cum, I will give you the spanking of a lifetime, when my cum hits your tongue you’re allowed release, do you understand?”

I couldn’t tell if the question was one that was asked in the dream, or just one he was asking for now. It didn’t matter as I moaned on him, hoping he knew that I understood, but also inhopes that it got him closer to the edge. I cursed the cuffs, because I knew if my hands were free all it would take is leaving some scratch marks on his thighs to make him let go. He had a thing for pain.

“Good girl.” he praised.

Not too much longer and I felt his release on my tongue. I swallowed his load just in time to have my orgasm hit me, but despite having come down from my high, Ash continued to lap at my core to get all he could.

“Then finally,” he started.

Oh good, the end.

“He praised you by saying 'look at my pretty girl, so wrecked, with cum still on your pretty, swollen lips.”

I guess I must’ve had some, because he did just that to me, and I happily sucked what was on his fingers off. My Daddy had such nice fingers, I couldn’t help it.

“Eager, aren’t you?”

I nodded as he pulled his finger from my mouth. I sighed thinking it was over.

“But here’s the thing,”


“In the dream, I was left hard, painfully hard.”

Ash sat up and slowly stroked over his length and I whimpered at the sight.

“And that was the end of the dream, because I got woken up, shouldn’t there be a happy ending?” he smirked thinking about the innuendo he just used. I nodded once more, unable to take my eyes off Ashton. “How would you want that to go? With you being fucked?”

“Yes Daddy, please.” I begged.

“You wanna be fucked and filled with cum? Say it, I’m sure it’s what you want, cause you’re a dirty little cumslut for your Daddies.”

I couldn’t help but blush, I knew that he knew that I loved being talked to like this.

“Come on baby girl, say it,” Ashton prompted coming face-to-face with me. “You’re a dirty little cumslut who wants to be fucked by her Daddy.” he began to suck on my neck, preparing to leave a mark.

“I-I’m a dirty little cumslut,” I said as my mouth went dry. “A-and I want to be fucked by my Daddy.”

I let out a small yelp when I felt Ash’s teeth sink into my neck.

“Such a good girl,” he said as he began peppering my neck with gentle kisses. “Mikey, remove her cuffs.” he ordered.

While Mikey and Ashton were both Daddies, Ashton had a sort of upper hand, he could most likely, very easily, make Michael his sub. That being said, Mikey did as ordeed.

“Now what do we say?” he asked.

“Thank you,” I sighed as I brought my hands to his shoulders, glad to finally be able to touch someone.

“Thank you, who?” he prompted as he lined his tip up to my entrance and slowly pushed in.

“Daddy,” I moaned. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he praised while adding a satisfied hum. “Tell me something, do you want Daddy to wreck you?”

“Y-yes, please.” I said as his thrusts became harder.

“God, you feel so good.” he groaned.

My head was so clouded by lust, I couldn’t get anything else out but 'Daddy’, it was like the only word I knew.

“If I’m going to wreck you, you’ll have to do as I say, understood?”

I just nodded, trying to process what he had just said to me.

“Say it.” he demanded with a slight growl.

“I’m going to do what Daddy says,” I responded quickly.

Of course I was going to listen to him. The bigger the hands, the harder the spanking. Spankings were Ash’s specialty.

“Good, now jerk off your other Daddy,” he panted. “He’s hard again.”

I looked over at Mikey, just to see him stroking himself. I reached my hand over, pushing his hand away and replacing it with my own.

“But you’ll look at me when I fuck you.” Ash said while grabbing my chin, making me face him. “You’re being so good for us.” he added while bringing one of my legs onto his shoulder. “Am I deep enough baby girl? Or could I go deeper?”

“Deeper,” I whined out as he brought my other leg to his other shoulder. While I was a bit uncomfortable, I knew the pleasure I was going to feel was worth it.

“Tell me when I hit your special spot.”

“Fuck!” I yelped. “You hit it, you hit it.” I panted.

I watched as a smirk spread out over his face. He loved being dominant.

“Fuck, I’m close.” Mikey groaned out.

“Baby girl, do you want him to cum on you?”

“Yes,” I said, hopefully not too eagerly.

“Tell him where,” he said picking up the pace of his thrusts.

“My face, Daddy.” I pleaded while looking at Mikey.

“Okay, kitten.” he replied stroking himself faster and moaning.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, in hopes that I’d get a taste. I moaned when I felt his load come in contact with my face and splash against my tongue.

“Fucking hell.” I heard Ash grunt. “Can’t wait to fill you with my cum, do you want that?”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “W-want it so bad, Daddy.” I added as I began to tremble.

“Good,” he said as he began to rub small circles over my clit. “Cum.”

I didn’t, well, more like couldn’t, say anything as the feeling of my orgasm washed over me, only allowing me to let out moans. I heard ash let out a rather loud 'fuck’, before I felt a warmth fill me. I silently thank god for the invenion of birth control, as Ashton gently set down my legs and pulled himself off me.

“Are you okay, kitten?” Mikey asked.

“Mhm,” I hummed. “Cuddles now?”

He chuckled as he pulled on his boxers.

“Let’s get you cleaned first,” he said while walking to the bathroom while I poked my bottom lip out into a slight pout.

“And you,” Ash began.

I faced him, noticing he had on his boxers and his clothes were in his arms.

“I’m going to my room, text me if you need anything.”

I nodded as he left the room. Mikey walked back in with a wet wash cloth.

“Thank you,” I smiled as he wiped off my face.

As much as I loved dominant Mikey, the Mikey that gave me aftercare was just as nice. Once he was finished, he put his shirt that he wore earlier onto me and pulled the covers over my body, then joined me.

“I love you,” I murmured as I cuddled up to him.

“I love you more, kitten.”

I have some very pertinent questions for you, determamfidd.

So first there was the OG Sansûkh fanfic, then Sansûkh fanart. Then the Sansûkh podfic, now the Sansûkh Choir.

I know a Sansûkh Graphic Novel was in the works a while back.

But when’s the Sansûkh Orchestra gonna be announced?

What about the Sansûkh Restaurant Chain where I can get my Broadbeam Dumpling Soup on the go?

How’s about a Sansûkh For Kids with pop-up pictures, narrated by the youth of the Sansûkhverse?

Maybe a live action Sansûkh TV Series? Or–better yet– Sansûkh Fan Film?

These are the questions that need answers. The world has to know.

[PLEASE DON'T IGNORE THIS] alright guys I have something serious (to me) to ask. please read this carefully.

I am majoring Design in college, and I’m very much happy about it. As it is bachelor degree, I’m also graduating in fashion Design (and not only graphic). That being said, I learned how to sew bags and stuff and I really, REALLY wanted to make profit out of it. I really need the money because my family is going through some serious financial problems. I have to pay for fabric (and now all my ballet stuff) by myself and I don’t know how I’m going to do it since I can’t export food OTL (because I make some really good brownies and chocolate cake)
I wouldn’t mind shipping the stuff overseas, but if I charge low prices at it (the bags) I can’t pay for the shipping myself. This is a very serious matter and I want to know if y'all are willing to help me out. Here in my country (Brazil) the dollar is set at a very high price, so I believe I could still manage to not make things pricey for overseas orders.

I can post pictures of the stuff I’ve made so far if you. Please help me out guys, pretty please.

Spread this post if you can, it is really important to me.
John Cena Wants To Bring Cursing And Blood Back Into WWE And He’s Right About Both
Can Cena sway Vince McMahon into another era of cussing and sanguine?

I’m a 38-year-old man. I’d much rather it be a program geared toward me, whether that’s TV-14 or sometimes even more graphic than that, which is what I like. For one thing, profanity brought fire out of people with personalities that backed the language. It’s very difficult to say, ‘Oh, you’re being poopy,’ especially when they’re meant to be fighting words. And now, if someone starts to bleed, the referee intervenes to stop the bleeding. But before, you’d just let it fly. Blood is one of the things that made fights cool. Like, you knew it had gotten serious. I understand why we don’t do it anymore. Vince has been a coach to me, a father figure, a boss and a friend, and his goal and my goal are the same: to make the company be as big as it can be. But, yeah, the blood is one thing I miss.

theawkwardalarm  asked:

If they ever did a live action Batman movie, with a real focus on the Scarecrow, do you think it'd be a good idea for them to go less action with more focus on suspense & psychological horror?

I would love to see a Batman movie along the lines of Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth, where there is little physical action but very heavy psychological themes. Throughout the graphic novel there’s an increasing feeling of dread as Batman encounters various Rogues and Amadeus Arkham’s diary entries grow more and more disturbing, and I think that sort of tension would translate well into a film adaption. 

If Scarecrow were to be the film’s main villain, then Batman’s psyche could be dissected via fear toxin-induced hallucinations–every horrific memory, from the murder of his parents to Jason Todd’s violent death, could be fashioned into a psychological weapon and used against him. Flashbacks during the Scarecrow levels in Arkham Asylum did an excellent job of capturing Bruce’s trauma, including his devastation as a child and the lingering guilt he feels as an adult, and I would love to see that explored in an animated film beyond the usual juxtaposition of blood puddles and Martha’s broken pearls that has been depicted in past movies (Batman: Year One, The Dark Knight Returns). 

There’s a reason Scarecrow is listed among Batman’s most formidable and dangerous opponents–what Crane lacks in physical strength he more than makes up for with his psychological prowess. Bruce himself has admitted that his mind is an unpleasant place to be, and I think Crane is fully aware of that even if he isn’t privy to the exact thoughts that his fear toxin brings forth.