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maireyart · 3 days
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he will never read questionable books ever again
Part 1: Kakashi's first ObiGai nightmare Part 2: The "past" Part 3: Kakashi's second ObiGai nightmare Part 4: ObiGai nightmare has seeped into reality! ⬆️
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hjartasalt · 2 days
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Having a casual scroll through grindr and remembering how my tumblr bio used to say "asexual lesbian" a few years ago...
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i was already mass posting my art out of boredom so
here have a charlie (i love her sm)
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iys-cloud · 23 hours
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came to check if ao3 is down for everyone, it, indeed, is down for everyone
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brightlotusmoon · 1 year
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saltpepperbeard · 6 months
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"You'll always be safe with me, kay?"
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jayjay-thejet-plane · 2 years
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this is exactly how this scene went, i know cuz i remember
steddie/steveddie comic (wip)
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MWAUH! anyways, heres a smooch in motion😮
[tender, emotional music playing]
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81517 · 3 months
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linkerbell · 8 months
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Idk some silly gif i made of feral moon boy
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ineffableparents · 5 months
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Can you please give me some more pregnant crowley drawings they are amazing and make me happy 🙏🙏🙏🙏
There are a few, some of them silly
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Then theres this from a drawing roleplay:
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Bonus aziraphales being grumpy and tired
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tteokdoroki · 5 months
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i think satoru drools when he fucks you :( he can’t help it — his cheeks all red and pretty, animalistic growls bubbling up on his lips, he can’t stop himself from panting and drooling against your skin while he pounds into you from behind or folds you up into a nice deep mating press.
you’ve got him so fucked up above you, just by laying there and taking him, accepting the fact that he’ll keep chasing your wet, warm hole even if your hips run from him :(
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swiftispunk · 1 year
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what i need | joel miller x fem!reader
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pairing: joel miller x afab!fem!reader
summary: reader has a bad day, joel gives you what you need. you know, uh, fuck it, joel miller knife play. gif source.
rating: 18+ (no minors please)
word count: 3.4k
warnings etc: filthy smut, knife play, soft dom!joel, dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, oral (m receiving), choking, orgasm delay, mild cumplay, unprotected p in v sex, face slapping, pet names, established relationship. no direct reference to reader age, joel is canon age (50s). NO USE OF Y/N.
A/N: i'm a simple woman. i see joel miller with a switchblade and go absolutely feral. posting this total sin-fest while i work on some longer-form stuff, including a few requests.
Most days you can make it through a full 24 hours without caving in.
Most days you can go about your business, forgetting that the world ended, that everyone you ever knew or ever would know is dead.
Most days have gotten easier since you settled in Jackson with Joel.
But today is not most days.
Today, Joel's out on a supply run and Ellie's out at a movie, which gives you no choice but to be left alone with your thoughts. Sleep would only bring nightmares and you feel too detached to actually leave the house and do something.
So instead you pine hopelessly in a wooden chair that had come with the house, staring out of your bedroom window until day turns to night, waiting desperately for Joel to come home.
Joel, who could always numb your fears and quiet your agony. Joel, who always knows what you need to take your mind off the grim reality of your existence.
He knows, you think, because he needs it too.
He finds you in that same spot in front of the window when he arrives, long after dark. You smile softly at him when his silhouette emerges in the bedroom door, breathing in the relief of seeing him home safe.
“Fuckin’ shitshow out there today," he grumbles as he shrugs off his jacket and boots. "Stray clicker nearly got Tommy, got so close I had to knife it just to get it off us.”
“Are you hurt?” you ask, panic flaring, as you eye him up and down, looking for damage. You hear how distant your voice sounds though, and you think Joel hears it too.
“M’fine," he assures you, crossing the room to press a kiss to your forehead. "Ellie still out?"
"Late movie, I guess." The flat tone of your voice is unmissable now. Joel catches it naturally.
"Didn’t think you’d still be up," he says softly, soothing despite his gravelly timbre.
“Couldn’t sleep. One of those days."
“You wanna…talk about it?” he asks, already guessing the answer.
“No.”
Joel hears the insinuation in your voice; this is nothing new. He wraps his arms around you from behind, his broad form towering over your, his grip locking you in place. You sigh in tandem, Joel easily picking up on your energy, and vice versa. You can feel the stress of his day in the way his arms serpent around you fiercely. If a clicker had gotten that close, that meant he'd lost control.
You ache to give it back to him.
“What do you need, darlin’?” he leans in to whisper in your ear, but he already knows.
So you stand to face him full on, with his arms still vice gripped around you, so tight you may as well be his prisoner. Joel watches you carefully as you manage to reach into his front pocket and retrieve the switchblade you know he keeps there. It wouldn't have been the one he'd used to kill the clicker; that'll have been the knife he'd unholstered when he'd first come through the door.
Still, you hold it up between your bodies.
“You stabbed a clicker?" you inquire brazenly, looking up at Joel through your lashes. "How did you do it? Show me.”
You see a muscle flex in his jaw as he ponders your request. You watch as something shifts behind his eyes the moment he decides to grant it.
Never loosening the tight grip he has around you, he snatches the knife from your hand and you flinch when he clicks it to life, the shiny blade glowing in the dim light of your bedroom, just inches from your face.
“Sliced its neck..." he begins, voice low and dangerous.
Meticulously, his eyes never leaving yours, Joel angles the blade so it ghosts just over your throat "…right here."
“Did-did that kill it?”
Joel grins at how breathless you sound, how little it takes.
“Not quite," he continues. He glides the tip of the blade down your neck so it hovers just between your breasts. "Put it in its chest, right here."
He punctuates the word with just the faintest pressure, enough that you can feel the sharp point of the blade on your skin through the thin fabric of your camisole. You stay perfectly still as he slowly follows the same line he drew before back up your neck, along your jaw and up to your temple.
"Finished it like this." He holds the blade there, the tip pressed feather light over your temple, a threat that would feel very real if it was anyone other Joel holding the knife.
“Sounds scary," you manage to choke out, heart racing and heat rising inside you.
"You scared, sweetheart?" he hums, clutching the blade tighter so you can see the veins in his knuckles straining around the handle in your periphery.
You shake your head no. Not scared, never of him. Joel's the only person left you trust. That's why he's the only one who can treat you like this.
"Bed," he orders you then, his eyes turning an even darker shade of brown as he lets you go, knife still in hand.
You sit obediently on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently as Joel strips off his shirt but stays otherwise clothed. You don't bother removing any of your own clothes yet because -
"You're gonna listen to me now, you hear me, sweetheart? Just me."
It's what you've been waiting for. To give control over to him. To submit and forget, finally.
"Yes, Joel," you swear.
He approaches you unhurriedly, reaching out to clasp his calloused hand under your jaw, angling your face upwards so you're forced to look at him.
"Clothes, darlin'," he commands you then.
You obey without hesitation, removing your shorts and panties swiftly. He watches you carefully as you hook your fingers under your tank top and then Joel suddenly stops you.
"Not that," he says, like he's just thought of something. "Keep the shirt on."
You look up at him, confusion written all over your face. Joel always liked you completely naked for him, and you welcomed it. Surrendering to him meant being totally exposed to him.
Before you can think too much about it, Joel is hovering over you, wielding the blade in a manner almost menacing. You watch with bated breath as he carefully hooks the blade under the neckline of your tank top, just above your breasts. You gasp when, with expert maneuvering, he slices through the fabric with ease, right through centre, wrecking the old shirt and revealing your bare chest beneath.
Joel seems momentarily amazed at his own handiwork, a triumphant smile playing at the corners of his lips and his cock hardening in his jeans.
"You scared now?" he implores again.
You're a lot of things at that moment but scared isn't one of them. You shake your head.
"You can talk, babygirl," Joel grants you gently.
"N-not scared," you choke breathlessly, but your eyes dart to the knife still clenched in Joel's hands, giving you away.
Joel catches it.
"Don't look at that," he chides you sternly. "You look at me."
You will yourself to look into his smoldering eyes as he trails the blade over your bare chest, delicately circling the tip around each of your nipples at a pernicious pace. You can feel how wet his careful movements are making you, but you don't dare risk touching yourself. Not until Joel says.
Your mouth falls open as he begins to trace the blade over your stomach, and you can't stop yourself from looking down at it when he hovers the tip just over your desperate cunt.
"Eyes, baby," he reminds you. "Right here."
To be sure, he holds your face steady with his other hand, cupping your jaw and letting his thumb trail over your bottom lip, forcing your mouth open even more. Out of habit, you take the tip of his digit into your mouth, never unlocking your gaze from his even when you feel him glide the edge of the blade lightly along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs.
"Goddamn," he breathes. "Look at you, pretty girl."
You can't wait anymore.
"Joel," you finally beg weakly.
"What, sweetheart? You tell me what you want."
Your brain feels like it's turned to mush, arousal overtaking any of the dread that had plagued you before he'd come home. Before he'd started driving you wild with desire. You fight to find your words, to remember what it is you need right now.
"Can I - your dick, Joel - can I suck your dick?"
Joel tuts, grip tightening on your jaw as he looks down at you disapprovingly.
"Try again," he instructs.
Shit.
"Please," you amend pathetically.
"There's my good girl." The praise has your heart flying and your cunt dripping. "Course you can have it, sweetheart."
He lets go of your face so you can position yourself on your knees before him. You watch with cautious wonder as he takes your two hands in his, placing the handle of the knife inside them. He methodically positions them so you're holding the blade with both hands between your tits.
"You hold that right there," he orders you. "You hold that right there when you're suckin' my cock."
You wait patiently as Joel strips out of his jeans and boxers, freeing his thick cock, hard and visibly dripping pre-come. You whimper at the sight of him stroking it a few times over you, and can only imagine how you must look to him, on your knees in front of him, wet cunt throbbing with the switchblade clutched to your chest.
Joel sees you staring at his cock, and for what feels like the hundredth time, grabs your face with his hand to tilt your face up back to meet his gaze.
"Eyes here, sweetheart, m’not gonna tell ya again," he growls and it sounds like a genuine threat to your ears. You nod obediently, keeping your eyes on his as you open your mouth wide for him, unabatingly waiting again for him to give you what you need.
He's tortuous with it, of course, holding his cock by the base as he guides it slowly into your mouth, just the tip. You don't dare close your lips around it, keeping your jaw slack as he pushes forward and further into you, till he's hitting the back of your throat and tears are sprouting at the corners of your eyes.
He pulls out then and repeats the motion, faster now, and harder, his cock taking up your whole mouth, making it hard to breathe. You splutter when he fucks into your mouth for the third time, holding the back of your head steady so you can't move, forced to hold him there.
He groans when he pulls you off him, and you gasp for air, your spit trailing down his cock and onto your chin.
"Fuck, darlin', that's so good," he praises you gruffly. "You like chokin' on my cock?"
You nod, because it's true.
"I know you do," he smiles. "You can suck now, baby."
Finally. He loosens his grip in your hair, granting you the freedom to please him how you want to.
Blade still clutched to your chest, you eagerly duck forward to take him in your mouth once more, this time closing your lips around it properly, tasting his salty pre-come and masculine musk. You lick expertly along the base, bobbing on his cock, up and down, with unrestrained enthusiasm. You try your best to keep your eyes on him as you do, but even Joel seems to be having a hard time staying focused as you work on his cock, throwing his head back and losing his breath when you suck hungrily over the tip.
He growls then and his hands are back in your hair, pulling you off him completely. He reaches between you to snatch the blade back from you, a new urgency to his motions.
"You can lie back on the bed now, pretty girl," he says, voice dripping with arousal and sending sparks flying to your core.
You do as he says, laying back on the bed as Joel hovers over you, blade in hand. You can feel his hard length against your thigh, his broad chest housing you in like a solid canopy so you feel covered in him, simultaneously protected and electrified by the strong man wielding a blade over your naked body.
"Joel...," you moan when he leans down to run his lips and teeth over your jaw ravenously.
"Use your words, sweetheart, come on now," he whispers hotly in your ear in that same disapproving tone.
"Please can I touch myself?" you plead, neediness reaching a fever pitch as your neglected cunt drips onto the sheets beneath you.
But this is all part of the deal. Joel wants you to beg, and surreptitiously (or not), you want him to say no.
"Not just yet, babygirl."
Your breath stutters, even though you'd expected his response, and a desperate, whiney sound escapes you that has Joel gently brushing his fingers across your face comfortingly.
"I know, baby, I know. You're bein' so patient, though. Such a good girl for me."
His words are enough to make your pussy swell but then he's gliding his free palm over your tits, pinching lightly at your nipples and causing you to moan loudly as you rut your hips up into nothing, searching in vain for some contact on your aching cunt.
Joel hoists himself up on his elbows then, very carefully positioning the blade he's still holding at your throat, ghosting it over the tender flesh there, while his other hand slides, at long last, between your legs.
"Fuck fuck fuck," you're stammering from just the feeling of his palm resting over your folds.
Joel smiles alluringly, his eyes meeting yours in wonder.
“So wet, sweetheart," he notes, fascinated. "Barely even touched you yet.”
Knife still at your throat, he pointedly avoids your clit, skipping right over it to slowly insert one finger inside you.
"Holy shit," you gasp, back arching off the mattress. Joel, prepared for it, is protectively aware of the blade, adjusting its placement expertly as you begin to squirm under his touch.
"Stay still, sweetheart, I got a knife at your neck here," he warns you even though you both know he’d never let anything actually happen, just says it for the sake of adding a new challenge for you, forcing you to stay rigid even as he adds a second finger, fucking them in and out of you in earnest.
But it's not enough.
"Please, Joel, will you touch my clit?" you beg meekly.
Joel dips to kiss behind your ear again, fingers still fucking you incessantly.
"F'I do that, are you gonna come?" he asks you huskily, his hot breath at your ear making your head spin.
"Yes," you admit.
He removes his fingers from you entirely then. You could cry at the loss.
"Why don't you come sit on my dick instead?"
A breath leaves your lungs in one quick exhale.
"Yes, Joel.”
You shakily reposition yourself so you're straddling his lap, and Joel holds your hips steady as you angle yourself over his cock, locking his gaze with yours when he lowers you down onto him.
You both moan in harmony then, Joel's cock stretching you open, your soaked cunt drenching his length.
It feels so fucking good to finally have him inside you that you forget to move.
“Ride it, baby," Joel commands you, bemusedly recognizing that you seem to need a reminder. With a feeble whimper, you begin to move your hips on top of him, holding yourself steady with your hands against his broad chest.
"Fuck, yes, darlin'," Joel groans through gritted teeth. "You look so good takin’ my cock like that.”
You try to hold his eyes but you can't help it, your head falls back at the feeling of his cock filling you up, his belly nudging at your neglected clit, bringing you to the edge he's been denying you for so long now.
“Joel - fuck - I’m -,”
Joel reaches around you to hold you steady with his hands on your back, his grip at the nape of your neck forcing your eyes back on his.
“You talk to me, sweetheart," he orders you flatly.
“I can’t - I’m gonna come, Joel.”
“Not till I say.”
You go still and he's fucking up into you then, holding you firmly against him, nowhere to go. His hand in your hair pulls the strands too tightly - it hurts - but it just makes the heat in your core burn even hotter and you can't hold it in -
“Not till I say, you hear me?” Joel grunts, sensing you getting close. It's all you can do just to nod and try, try, try not to come.
“M’gonna come inside that pretty pussy first, then I’ll let you come, okay?” Joel says, voice ragged and thrusts growing increasingly faster up into you.
“Yes, yes, Joel," you cry. "Come inside me, please.”
Without pulling out, Joel flips you both over so he's caging you in under him, pulling your hips into his and fucking into you relentlessly. He notices the blade on the bedsheets then, long forgotten now. He takes your hand in his, and clasps your fingers and his around the handle of the blade, so you're gripping it together against the sheets as Joel pounds his cock into you ferociously.
You can't stop yourself, you turn your head ever so slightly to take in the sight of your conjoined hands around the blade.
Too far gone to scold you properly, Joel uses his free hand to gently but assuredly slap your cheek, gripping your jaw and making you look at him.
He'd said he wouldn't tell you again.
He keeps fucking you like that, one hand on your jaw and the other around the blade in your hand, his soft grunts a tantalizing symphony, and you're so close to the edge you could weep, trying to contain yourself like he'd asked. To obey him.
“Fuck, you want my come, sweetheart?" he snarls as his as his own climax approaches. "Gonna fill this pussy up.”
“Please, Joel, please," is all you can muster.
He moves the hand on your jaw to coil his fingers securely around your throat, and you have to fight to stop your eyes from rolling back into your head.
And it's a good thing you do because you get to watch his face go slack the moment he comes inside you with a noisy groan, his hot come filling you up and igniting a fresh wave of ecstasy deep in your core. You want to come with him, you want to come now -
You have to wait.
Joel slowly pulls out, and you feel his come dripping out of you and onto the sheets. Still breathing heavily, Joel moves his hand back over your cunt, finally letting his fingers circle over your clit, eliciting a raucous cry from you.
You know it won't take much, but you can't - not until Joel tells you.
Joel pauses his motions and you whimper in frustration, pussy aching with the need to finish.
"You want it, sweetheart?" he breathes raggedly into the skin of your neck.
"Please, Joel, pleasepleaseplease."
He chuckles, and with nothing more than his fingers barely ghosting over you clit, he gently commands you, "Come for me."
And you do, body jerking up into his hand, a string of expletives falling from your mouth.
Joel kisses your neck softly as you finish, nipping at your earlobe and drinking in all your desperate little sounds, never moving his hand from its place over your cunt as the aftershocks pass over you.
Still in a haze, you watch as Joel retrieves the blade and smirks, a new idea seemingly coming to mind. He reaches between your legs to coat his fingers with his come and your wetness and then carefully drags the dull edge of the blade over his digits, soaking the shiny metal. Without a word, he guides it towards your lips and watches as you cautiously lick a thin stripe along the flat side of blade, tasting yourself and Joel mixed with the metallic flavour of the knife.
"Shit," Joel laughs lightly, staring at you in amazement. You smirk right back at him, relishing the awed glint in his eyes.
Then he's throwing the knife to the ground; you hear it hit the hardwood with a dull clang, and the sound is what ultimately breaks the spell.
Now Joel pulls you lovingly into his arms, and you curl into him like coming home. His strong arms around you become a refuge as he strokes your hair and plants tender kisses along your arms, your shoulders, your cheeks.
It's all part of the deal, and Joel always gives you what you need.
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giulia-lo-art · 8 months
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Maybe at least the car horn remained
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kitsune2022-artish · 6 days
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I dunno, man, I saw him across the bar and dug his vibe.
Roy belongs to @velnna
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oakbuggy · 2 months
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ive forgotten how to draw nsfw , forgive me
ao3 here!
twitter here!
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