#🐬 !

[diosfat-tits]

Daniel D’arby and Vanilla Ice fighting over Hol Horse like cats for scraps or whatever you homosexuals want. GRAHHH

[king-cardan]

Figured

@king-cardan did you get your girl back bestie??

[ask-jotaro-kujo]

Have any of the other crusaders met Jolyne? If so, how'd they react?

It's been a while since I've contacted them.

[weepingwidar]

Ieva Trinkūnaitė (Lithuanian, 1997) - The Lost Amazon Dolphins (2024)

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

I remember you mentioned a couple times that Pietro was into cockwarming. Honestly, that sounds sooo amazing. Like after we both cum, he’ll stay inside me for a while longer. He’d pepper my face and neck with kisses while still nestled comfortably between my legs and I’d be filled by him, tracing the stubble on his face and the muscles on his back. We’d probably be so spent that we’d fall asleep with him still inside of me. 🤤🫠💓

(In case you’re still doing requests, pretty please? 🙏)

-🐬

so so yummy and the details you gave are so tasty. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

BIG SPOON, LITTLE SPOON.

pietro maximoff x fem!reader — smut & fluff

word count. 273 (sorry it’s small)

warnings. 18+ small detail at start of sex, implied creampie, cockwarming. minors dni

Pietro's trusts falter with his release, the irregular wind of his hip gradually halting from behind. You're laid in front of him, back to his chest with his cock snug inside - spooning you in bed. 

His harsh grip on your hip loosens, soothing circles of his palm on your curve replacing the feeling with something far more tender. His other arm underneath you —the one sandwiched between you and the mattress— also relaxes, his body going limp in the same way as yours.

"Love you," he murmurs into the back of your neck, his face buried in that patch between your shoulder and neck. "Love you," he repeats, tone airy as he peppers kisses up the sides of your throat and over your cheek.

You drop your head back into the pillow, repositioning and twisting to face Pietro, your hand reaching up to push his hair aside - strands dishevelled and covering his forehead. You look up at him in awe, completely fucked-out from your lengthy session. 

"Not gonna say it back?" he weakly chuckles, littering your now fully exposed face with kisses. "Don't you love me, draga?" he teases, resting his thumb on your chin, his fingers skimming under your jaw. He leans in for a kiss, lips brushing yours softly.

You hum, eyes closing from the exhaustion that's begun to creep on you. You adjust yourself to your prior position, your back nestled into Pietro's chest. "I do," you sleepily mumble, wrapping his arms around your front - holding him tightly. 

His fingers entwine with yours, holding your hand as you both doze off to make up for lost energy. 

[huseynmammad]

[yoan-le-grall]

[aquaslime]

💙 🌊 fun at the pool 💙🌊

[dionysusfanatic]

I love bright Apollon but honestly I don't think he likes me very much 😭😭😭 one time I bought a necklace with a dolphin for him on it but it broke literally the same day I bought it. so naturally the next day I bought another one AND GUESS WHAT it broke while I was using it 😭

i try to give him lots of offerings and devotional acts but I still feel like he doesn't connect with me :((( any Apollon devotees have any advice??

[fungusamongusblog2]

[mccek]

Tutto è cambiato da quel 2010,

anni passati buttata in un letto, 

salvata per miracolo, le ore sotto i ferri sono state dieci, 

per me sono state eterne, mi sentivo inerme, 

“la paziente ha perso troppo sangue, la situazione é complicata, 

non ho mai creduto a Dio, sempre pregato gli angeli che mandano segnali dal cielo, 

questa vita ti ha maneggiata bruscamente, mai stata delicata,  

ti ha tolto l’uso dei tuoi arti, 

non sapendo che il tuo punto di forza é insito nel tuo carattere, 

quanta forza di volontà, non ti fai mai abbattere, 

ma dimmi un giorno come farò a dimenticarti? 

Conservo con me quel delfino trovato in una giornata triste dentro un cassetto, 

tuo figlio é sempre quello di un tempo, 

un concentrato di ansie e incertezze, 

che scrive i suoi mostri sopra un foglietto,

dicevi “non piangere”, guarda dentro la tasca,

di anni ne avevo 6, a scuola piangevo ogni santo giorno, 

tant’era la paura della solitudine, che chiedevo alle maestre sé fossi rimasto solo, insicuro delle mie stesse insicurezze,

speravo nessuno vedesse, stringevo il delfino, 

chiudevo gli occhi, allontanando quelle paranoie  trasportate dalla burrasca,  

di idee negative succubi di voci “cattive”, 

ti chiedevo “Mamma? 

Perché quando gli altri piangono io stringo loro la mano e sorrido?

Se quando piango loro mi fissano, ridendo a squarciagola come in un grido?”

“Ognuno é fatto a modo suo, 

non tutti hanno un cuore compatibile col tuo”.

“Non ha importanza se nessuno ti ha compreso, 

non ti sei “abbassato”, non hai cercato compassione, per essere accettato”,

Tu come me davi retta a tutti, poi quando c’era bisogno, “ognuno c’ha i sui impegni”, (già!),

strano come poi piangano lacrime di coccodrillo mentre sei disteso su una bara.

Stesso sangue, avvelenato dalla vita, dal pregiudizio inutile di chi fingeva di esserci vicino,

umani come medicine, un giorno ti elevano al settimo cielo, i restanti ti rigettano l’inferno, 

finisci in para, dicono “passerà”, nessuno ci tiene, impara.

Ti sento piangere le notti, 

con due tumori che si fanno spazio nel tuo corpo, silenziosamente, 

mi dici che non molli, anche sei distrutta, “non voglio spegnere quel tuo sorriso”, 

io non ne conosco di altri motti, 

mi guardi, mi stringi, col corpo che trema, la mia anima lo sente, 

io invidio il tuo essere, fragile e tenace, 

tu non vivi, sopravvivi, lotti,

come quando ballavi il tango, 

cambiavi l’atmosfera, 

la tua? La classe di chi soffre senza farlo notare, 

a ogni tuo passo il mio cuore accelera, 

professionisti che dicevano “incantevole, come

una bambina si diverte in mezzo al fango”.

In una vita di spine, senza una rosa,

sei un’artista nel dipingere le mie giornate, 

metti ordine fra miei pensieri come in un quadro a ogni dettaglio i suoi colori, 

siamo io e te e papà, stretti dentro un incubo, sappiamo che ogni giornata potrebbe essere preziosa, 

ho sempre dato tutto per scontato, bastava dirti grazie, rispettare le tue urla, i tuoi dolori.

Quante volte mi hai detto ti vorrei aiutare? 

Ma testardo davo retta solo a me stesso,

capendo che una donna é l’unica soluzione, 

se ti sa guardare dentro, é più erotico del sesso,

ti scrivo le mie lacrime del cuore, 

quelle che nessuno vede, 

mentre dentro sé stessi ogni equilibro cede.

Ti ho detto troppe volte, “se ti spegnessi metterei fine ai miei giorni”, 

tu solo una cosa mi hai risposto “fammi rivivere in quei giorni”.

[kawaii09225]

𓆉 ⋆ ˚𓇼 ⋆ ˚𓆟𓆉 ⋆ ˚𓇼 ⋆ ˚𓆟𓆉 ⋆ ˚𓇼 ⋆ ˚𓆟⋆.

⋆˚☀︎ summercore 𓂃 𓈒𓏸˚⋆

[respect-the-locals]

🐬 Daily Cetacean Fact: 🐬

Atlantic Spotted Dolphin: The coloring of the Atlantic spotted dolphin varies as it grows, and is usually classified into age-dependent phases known as two-tone, speckled, mottled, and fused. Calves are a fairly uniform gray-white, with one or no spots. A juvenile is considered mottled when it develops merging gray and white spots on the dorsal surface and black spots on the ventral surface. A fused pattern is reached when dark and white spots are on both the ventral and dorsal sides. The spots become denser and spread until the body appears black with white spots at full maturation.

[ask-jotaro-kujo]

This is not a question but I would like to offer you this chubby blob seal pillow for you to cope with your troubles

I appreciate that.

[hadashigrm]

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Here’s a small request I just thought of, whenever works best for you:

Pietro and the reader wake up one morning after an ‘eventful’ night (maybe one of them softly kisses the other awake) and they have a round of lazy morning sex. Something fluffy and smutty. You’re awesome!

-🐬

hii my sweet!! omg😵 love it! YOU’RE awesome!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

CLOSE THE GAP.

pietro maximoff x fem!reader — smut

word count. 345

warnings. 18+ pinv and other mentions. minors dni

Nothing could ever quite top the feeling of being softly awoken by kisses, warm delicate pecks littered into your cheek, the feel of your lover nestled behind you. 

And this is what happened this morning. Pietro's bare chest to your back, his arms draped around your middle as he peppered kisses into the side of your face - his fluffy scruff skimming your skin. 

It wasn't long before you were resuming your antics from the night before, his hand reaching between your legs under the covers - dipping into the front of your underwear. The pads of his two middle fingers circled at your clit, the motion lazy and inconsistent, the kisses he pressed into your cheek matching the leisure rhythm. He kept a sporadic pace as he teased at your clit from behind.

And with the soft dulcet noises his fingers elicited from you, he repositioned himself, now hovering atop of you, his weight supported on his forearms on either side of you.

He reaches between you, parting your underwear to the side while you pull his cock out from behind his boxers, letting his base rest atop his waistband. He runs his palm up the length of his dick, giving himself a quick prep before guiding his head towards your pussy - the movement almost clumsy from the lack of sight.

His chest pressed firm to yours, the space between you non-existent, both of you breathing the same air. He eases the tip of his cock into you, carefully pushing into you as he searches for your eyes - trying to maintain contact in the pre-dawn light of the room.

You lazily drape your legs over his hips and arms around his back, holding him snug to you as he fills you with his dick. You bury your face in the crook of his neck like he does to you.

The room slowly begins to fill with hushed, breathy noises and the clicky sounds of his cock dragging in and out of you, all of it a beautiful way to start the day.

this is ass soz😭😭