Orange-sherbxrt - Orange Sherbert

hey here’s a nsfw meme that has like, explicit consent and boundary-setting and whatnot in it, enjoy

“Do you need to use your safe word?”

“Tighter.”

“Is that too tight?”

“I’m going to go slowly.”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“That feels so good…”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Undress me.”

“Nice and slow.”

“Do you want more?”

“Spread your legs and show me.”

“Do you need a break?”

“I need a break.”

“Count them for me.”

“You’re doing so well.”

“Did that make you wet?”

“Let me have a taste.”

“You don’t have to be gentle.”

“I love having you inside me.”

“Beg me.”

“More…”

“Please, more!”

“Louder.”

“Is this alright?”

“We can stop if you need to.”

“Do you like being bitten?”

“I like when people can see.”

“I like it when you make me sore.”

“I wore this for you.”

“Wear this for me?”

Serpent in the Rose Garden

 Our Roots Run Deep                                                                                 Sneak Peak

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Sweet Pea x OC / Jughead x OC (Platonic) Words: 276 Warnings: None

In the decrepit halls of Riverdale’s Southside high all eyes watched the newest addition to the poor excuse that was Southside High’s student body.  People were silently placing bets; guessing how long she’d last before she was enveloped into one of groups that made up the high school population and which one she would join because there one was thing every person at Southside High knew- Lone wolves don’t live long.

The platinum haired beauty was aware of the attention she drew but she didn’t shrink under the weight of the burning eyes, no, she reveled in it. Her clothes stood out against the bleak and dark tones that made up the Southside fashion. She wore a parchment coloured crop top with the playing face of an Ouija board on its front, distressed dark red skinny jeans and high-heeled combat boots that were a glittery black but it was the black denim jacket that she wore with pride that attracted the most attention. On its back, a single red rose surrounded by the words 

‘Nos raciness sont profondes’.

There was something about her that unsettled Jughead Jones. Maybe it was the nagging sense of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place, like he knew her from another time and place, or maybe it was the way his skin shivered when he met her mismatched eyes, blue and black orbs cutting deep beneath his skin.          

No-                                                                                                                                                  

It was the energy that pulsed in the air around her like electricity that silently promised destruction and chaos to come. He could feel it in her stare. She was the calm before the storm, and what a storm she would bring.

My favourite

Shuri - innovator, warrior and sunshine.

Imagine giving Thorin and Bilbo a hit off your joint

Kili: something smells

You: *sniffs* I know what that is, it’s my weed *pulls out the tin you keep your stache in and opens it*

Bilbo: that is some pungent pipeweed

You: wanna try some?

Bilbo: sure why not

You: anyone else want some?

Thorin: I’m bored so I’ll have some

You: alright then *lights up the joint and takes a puff to get it going before passing it to Bilbo*

Bilbo: I just take a puff?

You: *nods your head* start off with one and then work your way up to a second if the first didn’t do much*

Bilbo: *takes a drag before handing it to Thorin*

Thorin: *takes a puff and proceeds to cough like an amateur* that is some skunky stuff.

Bilbo: I don’t feel anything.

You: give it time. *finishes off the joint in a few puffs*

*half and hour later*

Bilbo: *lying on the floor, drool coming out the side of his mouth and just staring wide eyed at the ceiling*

Thorin: *slumped over on the couch* why do the back of my eyes hurt?

You: it causes rapid eye movements

Thorin: I’m super hungry

You: and the munchies

Thorin: I’m going to go see if there is anything left to eat *gets up and steps over Bilbo*

Bilbo: *grabs onto Thorin’s ankle*

Thorin: *drags Bilbo with him*

Dwalin: how come you are unaffected by the pipeweed?

You: I’m used to it.

Bilbo: *starts cackling for no reason in the other room*

Kili: *enters the room* why is uncle just sitting in the pantry eating a whole onion?

You: munchies man, munchies. He’s lucky y'all cleaned most of the pantry out already or the two of them would, I know I’ve done that before.

Dark gifs of Sweet Pea

Just watched the whole series of Game Of Thrones. Loved it. Pissed about Sandor Clegane. SUPER pissed about Sandor Clegane.

He Is It.

Pairing: Abraham x Daughter/Son!Reader, Featuring Negan and The Survivors. 

Prompt: Abraham’s child ends up watching their father die. 

Warnings: Gore, angst, death, Negan being an a-hole, Season 7 spoilers.

Extra: Reader is gender neutral, so everyone can enjoy!

Everyone was shaking.  

Eugene looked like he was going to bust out sobbing. Sasha had a few stray tears running down her face. Rosita looked as if she was going to crack into a million pieces. Rick’s eyes were darting between Negan’s face and Lucille. Glenn was staring straight ahead of him, sweat dripping down his face like it was nothing. Maggie’s face was twisted in fear. Aaron turned his head away when Negan pointed his bat at him. Daryl’s hair was covering his face, but it was easy to tell he was tense. Michonne’s eyes were flickering between the bat and Rick. Carl had his mouth slightly agape, tears brimming his eyes.

Abraham was next to you, staring blankly at Negan. Abraham’s eyes followed Negan’s every move, but you remained staring blankly at Lucille. There was too much terror in your system for you to focus on anything else. Negan had been going around the semi-circle your group had made with Lucille, playing the “Eenie Meeny Miny Moe” game to decide who would get the punishment. Abraham had immediately stood up after it was suggested, and you mentally scolded you father. How he could always be willing to sacrifice himself, you would never know.

“-and.” Negan spoke, pointing the bat directly at Carl’s face. Your vision came back into focus and you turned your head to where Negan was. Rick’s eyes were now switching between Lucille and Carl, and you could’ve sworn you saw Rick scowl. 

“-you.” Negan’s bat was pointed at Eugene now.

“Are.” Lucille moved to Maggie. 

“Not.” Lucille was almost touching Aaron’s nose. 

Negan suddenly started swinging Lucille loosely by his side, but the bat was still out enough to tell who Negan was pointing at. Negan began to walk around the small circle, examining everyone on their knees. Your eyes suddenly started to brim with water; why would now be the time to cry? 

The bat went from Rick, to Daryl, to Aaron again, to Glenn, to Eugene, to Sasha, and even at you. 

Negan suddenly spun around and stopped in front of Abraham, and you could feel your heart stop in your chest. 

“It.” Negan smiled maliciously, his eyes turning to the group on the floor then to his people behind them. You looked at Abraham, but he didn’t look back. You frowned; your father was going to die and he wouldn’t even look at you. 

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father.” Negan spoke quickly, his eyes still not leaving Abraham as your father stared back at him. Abraham suddenly turned his head to look at you, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek. Negan’s voice suddenly became muffled in your ears as you locked eyes with your father. 

“It’s okay.” Abraham whispered-it was so quiet you could barely hear him. “It’ll be okay.” You nodded your head slightly and felt another tear slip down your cheek. Sasha let out a sob and Abraham’s eyes didn’t move from his child’s. Abraham gave you a reassuring nod and turned back to Negan. 

“You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry.” Negan spoke, suddenly pausing. Abraham turned back to you and Rosita let out a sob. Abraham mouthed something at you and you nodded, knowing how his mouth could easily form the words ‘I love you.’ You made a small nod and felt your face starting to twist up in an attempt to hold in your tears.

“Hell, you’re already gonna be doin’ that!” Negan exclaimed, suddenly bringing Lucille above his head and bringing it down on Abraham’s head. Abraham’s eyes never left your’s until his head was on the ground from the force, and your entire body jumped and the sob that had been crawling up in your throat finally escaped. You had heard the crack of your father’s skull and he shakily rose up off the ground, various murmurs arising from the other Savior group members behind them. You hadn’t even noticed that Sasha had screamed and that Rosita was fully sobbing. 

“Oh!” Negan said happily, watching as Abraham lifted his head up fully. There was blood streaming down the left side of his temple, and you could vaguely see where his skull had cracked and skin was split. 

“Takin’ it like a champ!” Negan yelled in excitement. Abraham’s head turned to you again and he stared, his eyes starting to flutter shut. Abraham turned his face back to Negan, his body starting to sway as he fully stood on his knees. 

“Suck. My. Nuts.” Abraham said sharply, pausing after every word. You could tell it wasn’t a struggle for him to form the sentence-yout father had always been a fighter.

The bat suddenly struck Abraham’s head again and you gasped, jumping slightly at the sound of more cracking. You let out a sob and felt more hot tears run down your face. You let out a scream as Negan swung the bat again and again over Abraham’s unmoving body. Negan was smiling as he continued hitting Abraham’s disembodied head, and you were on all fours at this point, the sobs not stopping. 

Negan suddenly stopped, looking at his work. The only thing left that even made the body recognizable was the flecks of red hair in the mass of mashed up brain and blood. Negan suddenly swung the bat to the side to fling off some of Abraham’s blood, a string of it landing on your face. You shivered in disgust, not even meaning to, and placed your forehead down on the ground to continue sobbing. 

The only sounds were your cries, Sasha’s sniffling, and Rosita’s tears falling on the dirt. 

Your eyes suddenly turned up from the ground, looking up at Negan, then to Abraham. You felt as if you couldn’t look away from the gore. 

“Dad…” You whimpered out, closing your eyes tightly.

“Shit…” Negan started, staring at you in confusion. “Was he your father?” You looked up at him, forcing the sobs to stop crawling up your throat as tears continued to run down your face. You didn’t say anything, just simply staring blankly at the man who just killed Abraham. 

“Shit.” Negan said, and you could sense his sarcasm. “Well, I am truly sorry. Really. I am. I probably wouldn’t have done it if I knew you were his. I mean, come on! You look nothin’ like your old man.” 

You continued staring at him, not even noticing Daryl quickly rising up from the ground and punching Negan square in the jaw. 

black cats are wonderful because you can stare into the void and not only does the void stare back, sometimes it trots up to you happily and begs for pats