Chris loves to watch you struggle as you take his cock. Squirming and whimpering under him as you take his cock inch by inch, he’ll put pressure on your lower stomach and feel him inside of you.

“Good job taking me this well.” He’ll whisper in your ear and praise you as you clench around his cock.

“Chris ‘s too much-” You stutter and claw at his shoulders and buck your hips.

“It’s okay baby, just a bit more. You’re doing so good, you feel so good baby.” He coos in your ears and thrusts deep into your cunt.

i haven't fulfilled my promise yet to use you as my dog!

redraw!

i like this one

“I thought I was supposed to be the one worshipping you today,” you say in a gasp, eyes fluttering close as you grip the sink counter tight in front of you. Bakugou only huffs a little laugh, his nails digging into the fat of your ass before he taps his palm against the flesh hard, eliciting a little hiccup from you.

“‘S my birthday, so what I say goes.” he tells you muffled, the vibration of his words making your knees quake. he has to hold you up, but he doesn’t care, finds the weight of you pressing back into him something he can get drunk off of.

he woke up nearly right after you did, trying to squeeze you close to him in bed but you scrambled out of his hold, promising to make him breakfast instead. you hadn’t expected him to follow you, to press you against the sink, to nip at your neck and kiss his way down to where your underwear rested on your hips. hadn’t expected him to drop to his knees, to worship, to kiss, to taste you. hadn’t expected him to lick you so sweetly with such a rough tongue through the fabric, for your arousal to bleed through onto his waiting tongue.

“Better than breakfast,” he mutters against you, thick fingers spreading you wide to get a good look at your winking hole, how it drools down the inside of your legs. he spits on it, diving back in to follow the trail, his lips puckering as if kissing you in such an intimate way, you think your vision goes black for a moment.

“Make me cum,” you whimper to him, his lapping pushing you up onto your toes, your hips digging into the sink counter. you reach a hand back to hold his face still with a grip on ash blond locks, grinding yourself against him until his face becomes sticky, but he grins all the while. rolls his tongue from his mouth, lets you use him because there’s no better present than being able to please you.

it comes out as a gush, your pleasure. sprays all over his mouth and chin and neck, your cries stuttered and high, your eyes clenched shut, your entire body shaking from the stimulation that overtakes you.

“Even better than birthday breakfast.” Bakugou grins, nose slightly scrunching at the tug to his hair when he slurps at your hole that still drips for him, spitting back the contents once more. he doesn’t catch it this time, just watches the thickness of his spit mingle with your pearlescent stained cum, thumbing open your cheeks to watch your hole clench and unclench from the scrutiny, the wetness slipping down your thighs.

he kisses you once more, a smacking sound, humiliating, before letting your cheeks go. not without another smack on the roundness of them, nipping at the red and warmed mark of his palm that he branded on you just moments before.

“A lot fucking better.” he tacks on once more about the stupid breakfast. you glare at him over your shoulder, even though he’s the one who’s keeping you held up right now with his firm grip around your still twitching hips.

“You’re gonna stop shading my cooking, asshole.” you bite at him, unable to hold back a shudder when you catch his devious grin, the bottom half of his face and neck still wet from your squirting.

“You caught that?” he asks with an innocent cock of his head, pressing another innocuous kiss to your warmed flesh. you tug at his hair a little harder this time, knowing it’s something that the birthday boy loves, especially by the way he’s damn near leaked through his white boxers.

“Shit head.” you mumble, but he only grins wider, his eyes flickering with the promise of devouring you whole today. just as a little birthday treat, he supposes.

sneak peek of the next swanatello update. if he wins his poll then i'll publish the rest tomorrow u w u

yes i am obsessed with touch-starved crowley and aziraphale being touchy and needy and clinging to each other.

yes i am ALSO obsessed with post-divorce era hate sex with as little touching as possible because they have capital I Issues TM and are suffering because they're still touch-starved.

we exist

Blob ghost magnet

beloved piggyback ride scene from buy back the secrets by @vinelark who is AMAZING

looking at the series of events that the dark urge went through in their semi-odd forty ish years of life in baldur’s gate, it really is no wonder why they felt so utterly terrified at showing even a modicum of affection towards another person.

they were made to kill their foster family at such a young age, likely barely even a teenager, if even that. the only family they had ever known, having no memory of their birth, and the urge that plagued them — the urge which is likely a manifestation of bhaal himself — makes them eviscerate their closest support system.

they were rushed towards a temple, an underground sanctum filled with only envious slaughter-siblings and devout worshippers, both of which treated them as an outsider to varying degrees. slaughter-siblings who were rife with jealousy, eager to see them fail and to use them as a stepping stone to prove their worth to either the oldest living bhaalspawn or bhaal himself. worshippers who would kill and maim for even a feeling of the gods divine worship on their skin, likely tearing and violating the dark urge from the minute the god-child was put in front of them. an environment filled to the brim with hostility and oppression, and through this entire experience the dark urge’s only support and love they have access too comes from a loveless god.

a god that is so deeply revered and feared in equal measure in the halls they stalk. a god whose dominion demands reverent sacrifice, a constant debasing of the self, and sickening display of self-violation to fuel his dark rituals. a god whose domain of murder allows for no softness, no weakness, no compassion, no room for anything but the god himself.

and then the dark urge begins to admire enver gortash. a man who, like him, is subjected to the domineering hand of a god. a man who shares his intense worship and faith. a man who understands the burden and pressures of living up to a gods expectation. a man who lives with the same fear that the dark urge has constantly been trying to squash and squander. a man who understands.

it really is no wonder that the dark urge becomes terrified when the depth of feeling they are experiencing becomes known to them. to have your entire life’s purpose uprooted and destroyed. to have your entire life revolve around the fact that everything in this world that was not for bhaal does not have a place in it, and yet the feelings you are having are not for your object of worship. those feelings are for yourself, and isn’t that selfish?

the dark urge was not made to have personhood. they were not made for individualism. the luxury of choice was never theirs to have or make, a fact they have been intimately aware of since their knife-hand first took the lives of their mother and father — their real mother and father. the first people who loved them, unconditionally, with a wholehearted abandon. and the dark urge was made to kill them for it.

no wonder the dark urge is terrified.

i’d be terrified too, if i knew i’d be destined to have anything i claimed as my own taken from me. even if the thing i claimed wasn’t mine to claim in the first place.

i... wrote a smol fic (っ´▽`*)っ

also!!!!! If you haven't seen it - shoutout to first ever published fic in Ninja Showdown/My Immortal Soul tags - Lustrous Red by @missadmyre !!!

img; "Hello! Dropping off some Damnation! Vil fanart, don't mind me! I adore @shiny-jr 's writings so much they pulled me out of my creative block, I can't believe I waited as long as I did to read their damnation series! Feel free (PLEASE) to talk to me about it!" end.

*Hits them with my anime-ification beam (it has glitter, too, if you care)*

☹ Do not repost or steal my artwork! ☹

they added new dialogue in astarions origin for when gale talks about the sunrise and his response is so 😭

"𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘...𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗦...𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗞𝗜𝗘... 𝗞𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗜𝗗!!!! "

I really want for Adam and Lucifer to get into a fight where Adam (maybe accidentally) reveals that while his wives leaving him sucked he was far more hurt by Lucifer’s betrayal. Especially because I don’t think Lucifer would expect it. Didn’t even cross his mind that this might be about more than the cucking.

I just keep thinking of what it would be like to be one of the first ever humans, and you meet this nice angel. Perhaps you even invent a new word for him (friend). But you find him taking your place with your only other companion behind your back and he leaves with HER as if you never actually mattered. You invent a new word (traitor) because you thought he cared about you, but maybe he never did (liar)

The world’s first betrayal

(Personal preference) in this version of the story, I don’t think Lucifer did care as much about Adam as Adam cared about him. Of course he cared, but after Lilith, Adam was more of an afterthought. Things only start progressing when Adam goes to hell

YES!!!! YES I LOVE THIS ACTUALLY!!!!

Oooohohihohohh, revealing deep emotional trauma and hurt during fights that would otherwise go completely unsaid? Yeah that is my SHIT. I LOVE it.

I completely go with the headcanon that Adam didn't care so much about not having Lilith, but about the betrayal of Lucifer, the betrayal of the apple, and then I do think he cared about Eve a little more (though this depends on WHEN the cheating happened).

I do like to think that Lucifer cared about him, was fascinated by him, probably was excited about the potential he could see in Adam, and then... Lilith appeared and he must have been enamored with her independence and strong will, unlike Adam who literally just did everything he was told. Now Lilith was the new fascinating thing. He did care about Adam, but Lilith was just... Wow...

Lucifer hurt Adam far more than Lilith ever could.

saltburn reminds me so much of parasite and i absolutely love it. its about being on the outside looking in your entire life and doing whatever it takes to join the elite even if it costs everything and you become a monster yourself along the way

Bae need to come home the kids miss him😩