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Amethyst(?
Went for a sorta mad scientisty look. I think she’s nice and kooky! I’m gonna call her Dizzy :)
Más edits malos para mi AU genderbend de Descendants, hoy tenemos a los VKs más adorables, Caleb Facilier ( Celia ) y Dex Tremaine ( Dizzy)
Inktober day 24: dizzy
I am too lazy to finish this, so here you go.
Day 15-19!
Kaaru on watch duty listening to music as she gets ready for the day with her dragons messing with her.
Toddler Kaaru was also accident prone.
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Our Dalmatians are getting older...
simon riley indulging your darker kinks cw: cnc, mask play, knife play, breath play, gun mentioned (but no play).
simon could hardly believe what he was hearing from you, his sweet thing, as you detailed your fantasies to him. looking up at him with those doe eyes of yours as you relayed the debauched thoughts that occupied your brain—the brain he often called ditzy.
yeah, sure, you'd had sex plenty of times before, vanilla in nature whenever his wide hips plummeted into your velvetly pussy with lewd squelches and skin slapping against each other, but what you were asking now was different.
it was filthy, but he'd be lying if he said his dick didn't chub up at the thought. his eyes darkening with lust as you detailed your want for him to 'break in' to your shared home in his black balaclava, armed with a gun in his holster—whether it was loaded, or not, was up to him—and a knife in his hand.
god, you were so sweet, so shameless, when you asked him to enact these scenarios with you, and who was he to ever deprive you, even of your most lascivious desires.
and that's how he ended up here, the cloth of his balaclava itchy against his flushed skin, eye black around his eyes as he picked the lock to his own damn house. to the neighbors, he must've seemed crazy, but anything for his sweet girl and his aching cock.
you were getting ready for bed, finishing up on your nightly routine in the bathroom. simon's boots were heavy against the floorboards, successfully avoiding the pesky ones that creaked with too much weight, the ones he had promised you he would fix.
it had weeks since your admittance of your fantasies, and still no action from simon's side. you sighed, brushing off the feeling of disappointment once again as you turned off the bathroom light and stepped into the hallway, floor creaking under your weight as you turned towards the bedroom.
you didn't make it more than a step down the hall before a rough, gloved hand clamped down on your mouth, another slinging around the front of your waist. a scream erupted from your throat, muffled by the hand.
your heart raced, fear pulsed through your body as you squirmed against the brutish man, but you couldn't help the fluttering of your clothed pussy. the only way you could tell it was simon was by the familiar scent of your favorite cologne lingering on his dark clothes.
you were pliant under his rough hands, the arm slung around your waist groping up your front, fingers teasing up the hem of your shirt, pawing fist fulls of your tits, squishing the fat against his palms as he tweaked your nipples. your breaths were heavy, and you still gave him a fight despite being more than willing.
your body was buzzing, mind already hazy as he held you firmly to him and groped you in the middle of your hallway. he wrapped a hand around your neck firmly, gloved palm flat against the column of your throat as he gently squeezes, testing the bounds while his other hand left your mouth.
a shudder ran down your spine at the sound of metal scraping against denim as he pulled a pocket knife from his jeans. he flicked it open, earning a soft shing! sound that cut through the air. he let out a dark chuckle at the small flinch when the cold blade made contact with your supple skin.
he traced the tip of the small blade along the contour of your cheek, down along your jaw to your chin as he used the flat side to turn your head towards him. his eyes were dark behind his balaclava as he stared into yours, and he felt an immense, gooey feeling of power at your 'fear' rising in his chest. your eyes betrayed your fear, but, overwhelmingly, arousal as he eyed your blown pupils and parted lips, tongue gliding over your plush bottom lip.
he traced the outline of your lips with his knife, the pointy tip of the blade nearly slicing your delicate skin. when he took the knife away, he replaced it with his masked lips, scratchy, itchy material of his plain balaclava irritating against your soft flesh. his lips attempting to mold to yours through the thick fabric, your eyes fluttering shut.
your lips were swollen, fabric burned by the time he pulled away and the mask was damp where his lips protruded from under it. your mind felt hazy, hair tousled and slightly frizzy after a simple action became magnified in the situation. what a sight, he thought before burying his face in your neck, a loud breath in as he inhaled your scent, reveling in the sweetness before exhaling with a soft growl.
his fist clenched around his knife, bringing it to your oversized tee as he teased the fabric before slicing it with some difficulty. a whine slipped from your lips, causing the hand remaining on your neck to tighten its grip, silencing you immediately. so obedient.
he continued to cut off the shirt you wore, baring your body to the cold air of the house, goosebumps rising along your skin. he took a minute to appreciate the sight, trailing the blade across your chest, tip circling your pebbled nipples as you faintly trembled. he ate your fear like it was the first meal he's had in weeks. it was insatiable, his hunger, newly awakened and starving.
he worshipped the skin under the blade, circling your navel before moving lower, and lower, and lower to the edge of your pretty panties you wore. dainty, lacy and adorned with a pretty bow on the front. such a shame as the fabric ripped under his knife, leaving you bare against his fully-clothed body.
and lower the knife moved, closer to your drooling warmth that fluttered at the contrast of the cold metal against your blazing skin, heat rising wherever he traced the blade. he teased along your skin before pressing the blade flat against your sopping cunt, coating sticky arousal that smeared along the steel. you gasped at the contact, clenching around nothing before he pulled it away.
next thing you know, your face and chest was pressed against the wall, his hands grasping your hips to pull them back in a soft arch before running the knife down your spine and over the plush of your rear. his other hand went to your pretty cunt, the rough fabric of his gloves gliding through your folds and collecting the pearly arousal, teasing your little clit before pinching it, drawing back.
you feel his touch completely leave your body, a frown contorting your features as you turn your head to look over your shoulder, only to get pushed back in place with a simple, firm command, "stay." like a dog, you obey again.
you can only hear the clink of his belt as he undoes the buckle, not even bothering to fully slide it from his belt loops before undoing his jeans. next thing you know, he's forcing his bulbous tip past your folds, clenching tightly around his thick cock as if you're pushing him out. you hear him curse, mumbling gruffly about how tight you are.
his hips slap against your rear, his eyes practically mesmerized by the pudgy flesh rippling whenever he drives his heavy cock into your velvety pussy with a lewd squelch that fills the hallway with each thrust.
you can't help crying out with soft mewls as he pummels harder, unrelenting as he takes what he wants, his hands coming up to wrap around your throat on both sides and squeezes. the sensations of your spongy walls wrapping him tighter causes him to let out a gruff grunt.
he doesn't stop until you're drooling onto the wall, saliva spilling from your lips as your jaw lays slack, eyes hazed over and hair overly frizzy. his pearly, gooey releases leaking from your abused hole onto the floor, creating a sticky, smeared mess once he pulls out. he groans at the sight, collecting the oozing fluid on his gloved fingers over the crusted arousal from earlier.
he watches it drip out of you, grasping handfuls of fat from your rear and spreading them apart to watch his spend spill from your pretty, swollen cunt and pool onto the hardwood floors. he'll stuff his face into your backside, taking in the musky scent as it seeps into his balaclava before standing up and leaving you trembling against the wall. you can bet he doesn't wash that stupid mask when he leaves for his next mission.
Ver • ti • go
(noun)
1. Standing on a rooftop with you and your
daredevil smirk and unfaltering gaze; the
warmth of your hand as you took mine,
joy turning my world to a dizzying
kaleidoscope of scents and colours
2. Standing in an empty flat with pieces of you
and me scattered on the floor; feeling that
chasm opening inside me and knowing your
wouldn’t be here to catch me, not this time
(—Yushan C.)
DizzyDizzyDizzyDizzyDizzy-
It's so obvious that they're besties
Also this episode showed more of the Super Wings living quarters, like Jett's room:
He have a "sport cage" with multiples sports items like volley or tennis.
a bookshelf next to his bed, a spacerocket, a terrestrial globe and a world map
Also another shelf with action figures and his two trophies. The one he was given by Grand Albert for the "Busiest Super Wings" title in the S1 episode Family Time, and the trophy he won on the s5 episode Super Wings Day.
There's also a little look of Marty's room
And it was quick but there's was a glimpse at Dizzy's too:
Also this episode showed more of the Super Wings living quarters, like Jett's room:
He have a "sport cage" with multiples sports items like volley or tennis.
a bookshelf next to his bed, a spacerocket, a terrestrial globe and a world map
Also another shelf with action figures and his two trophies. The one he was given by Grand Albert for the "Busiest Super Wings" title in the S1 episode Family Time, and the trophy he won on the s5 episode Super Wings Day.
There's also a little look of Marty's room
And it was quick but there's was a glimpse at Dizzy's too:
The introduction of the new Super Combo mech suits, powered with electric cubes orb who are apparently mischievous. When they are now in the suits, they can also talk.
Episode 19: Jett and Dizzy go to a harbor to deliver waterproof utensils for a young boy's robot, who wants to help catch different shells for his grandmother who has a cast on her arm.
LUCIE AND PAUL, I WANTED TO SEE THEM
The Super Wings try to hold back the giant plane as best they can. (part 2)
I love how you can tell the difference between Jerome's dancing skills and the others. Not a big one, but a very cool detail.
Just started season 8 and ngl I already like it. Marty has a chance to become my favorite. And Golden girl is very cute. But there's something about Dizzy's design that I don't like, she looks kind of weird.
