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[foreversedici]

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[celestemona]

Got me thinking

Would there be any kind of romantic relationship between kamisatos children and kaedeharas

To be honest with you so far I haven’t planned anything for Ayato or any other character beside the current ones I’m working with.

Buuut, now that anonymous brought this topic I feel like the head girl would match Kazumi perfectly (?!) because I can see her already being a bit too serious but elegant and hardworking. And since Kazumi tends to be silly and mischievous, their differences would make them a great couple!

[myownwholewildworld]

idk what's happening 😭

i've not been able to write something in the last 2 days that i like / feel proud of. like i look at the paragraph and i just feel it ain't good enough or it's plain cringey, so i end up deleting it. feeling so insecure rn and it sucks 😭 please don't let this be the feared writer's block, please 😭

[molkolsdal]

the way Weezer always makes you feel 14

[shadowfoxxx]

Really miss smoking tbh

[nebulaedaniel]

babes im so insanely tired. so so tired

[thegraceofganja]

Post from Blellesaco

[chetter-holmgren]

Oh… why hello there

[whimsyvixen]

He's so pretty, I want his Egyptian dick down my throat

(I already know, I suck at coloring but it's the effort that counts 😭)

[darlingpeasant]

Pen’s hands >> Colin’s neck

[genesiswrld]

Side profile🤤

(His nose y’all—🤭)

[urdadsnewgiirlfriend]

Alr I got one for u pookie

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.” But it’s reader saying it to Steve 😏😏

ur wish is my command 🫡

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, mutual masturbation, dom!reader, sub!steve

prompt: “that’s it, fuck, that’s a good boy”

taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23

requests are open!

Steve watched you through heavy eyes as you removed the thin, lacy black material that covered your heat. He was already naked, from head to toe, as he sat back against the headboard of your bed, propped up by plump pillows.

It was the only item of clothing you removed. The matching bra was still squeezing your tits together, the suspenders and stockings hugging your hips and legs so perfectly. 

Steve’s jaw was slack, his mouth dry and his heart beating outside of his chest as he watched you saunter to the end of the bed. He curled his fingers into the sheets either side of him as you crawled towards him, that devilish look in your eye. The one you always coined when you were in the mood to tease, or rather torture, him.

“What do you want, Stevie?” you asked, all sweetly. Twirling a strand of your hair around your finger, “Use your words, honey.”

His brain took a second to respond. Not that he didn’t know what he wanted, fuck, he wanted you in any which way you would give yourself to him but he was so entranced and captivated by your oozing confidence and sexiness that he didn’t know if he was coming or going.

“Y-you,” he stammered out, the tips of his ears going a deep shade of red, his stiff cock twitching with every move you made, “want you to touch yourself, want you to touch me.”

“Yeah?” you breathed out, inching closer to where his cock sat against his stomach, “Do you think you can watch me make myself cum, baby? Without touching yourself?”

“I—, fuck,” he groaned, the mere thought of it, the image of you playing with yourself when Steve isn’t able to do a damn thing about it turned him on, an insane amount at that.

“No?” you teased, your hand wandering south, skimming over your soft stomach, “I might let you cum if you can keep your hands to yourself, Stevie.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded frantically. Hairs flopping across his forehead as he did so. You smirked in response, leaning in to brush your lips over his ever so softly, whispering a ‘good boy’ into his mouth.

Steve didn’t know how he was going to last. His cock was already rock hard, his length leaking precum from the angry red tip. His balls were heavy and ready to be touched, his cock ready to be milked for everything he had. But he was determined, nonetheless. He wouldn’t want to disappoint you, after all.

You took your position at the end of the bed, your legs spread wide, revealing your pussy to Steve. He groaned loudly at the sight, your slick already coating your lips and arousal leaking from your hole. God, he wishes he could taste you right now.

“Hands on your thighs, baby. Where I can see ‘em.” You instructed and Steve did as he was told. Once satisfied you took your index finger and teased your pussy, collecting your juices and spreading it around your cunt, your middle finger joining soon after.

You let a teasing whimper slip as your fingers brushed over your clit and Steve grunted at the sound, his blunt fingernails digging into the meaty flesh of his thighs. You sped up the pace of your fingers, rubbing circles over the sensitive bud as you watched Steve carefully through your lashes.

“Fuck, Stevie,” you mewled, your bottom lip settling between your teeth as you continued to spread your wetness around your pussy, “feels so good, so hot,” you moaned, slipping a finger inside your hole, “but it’s nothing compared to your long, thick fingers.”

You knew it would rile him up. That it would make his task seem even more impossible now. He whined at your words, his hips canting up to try and catch some friction on his cock from the thin air, his cheeks rosy red.

You chuckled at him sympathetically, bringing the finger that had just been inside of you to your lips. You swirled your tongue around the digit, sucking all your juices from it. Steve was itching to touch himself, itching to touch you. He knew he couldn’t keep this up for much longer.

Bringing your fingers back to your pussy, you slipped two inside your cunt now. Doing your best to curl them and scissor them to stretch you out but more importantly, to give Steve one hell of a show.

Steve whined pathetically at the sight, essentially fucking his cock into nothing as he did. “Baby, please,” he groaned, “fuck—, I can’t, ‘m gonna fuckin’ explode.”

“What’s the matter, Stevie?” you cooed, your fingers never letting up as you continued to fuck yourself with them. You couldn’t help but notice how wet his eyes looked, the boy desperately trying to blink away the tears at the corner of his eyes.

“Please, I can’t—,” he stammered, fingers now pulling at his locks in frustration, “need to touch my cock, please baby, I can’t take much more. I’ll be good.”

You contemplated his request for a moment, debating whether he had ‘suffered’ enough. You loved to dominate Steve, to put him in his place. But you could be sympathetic too. 

“Go ahead, baby. Stroke that big cock for me.”

Steve wasted no time in lathering his hand in his spit and wrapped his fingers around his hard cock. He started off gentle, soft teasing strokes, like you would do. But the faster your fingers moved inside your pussy, the faster Steve fisted his cock.

He moaned loudly, a pretty little high pitched whine emanating from his soft pink lips. Your cheeks grew hot at the sound, the way Steve looked so fucked out, his hair wild and all over the place, his eyes glassy, it almost had you drooling.

“That’s it, Stevie. Feels good, huh baby?” You praised him, feeling the pressure in your lower stomach build as you rubbed over your clit harshly. And Steve wasn’t far behind.

You both knew it wouldn’t take much for the spurts of sticky white to shoot from his length, you’d been teasing him for too long and he was ready to see stars. 

“Gonna cum, Steve,” you moaned, “fuck, want you to watch me cum all over my fingers. 

Steve nodded frantically, his fingers squeezing at his cock as he worked himself to the edge. He was panting, his brow sweaty, beads of sweat working their way into the ringlets of his hair. He watched you with a slack jaw as you came. Your back arching as you tried your best not to squeeze your legs together. Your orgasm washed over you as you cried out Steve’s name.

“Oh, fu-uck,” Stevie whined. His eyes traveled down your body, his pupils blown at the sight of your pussy. Dripping wet and a white creamy ring forming at your hole. As you came down from your high, you made quick work of getting Steve to his.

Plunging your fingers into your spent cunt, you collected your juices as you took your place on Steve’s meaty thigh. He was in awe of you, as he most often was, warm brown eyes blinking up at you as he continued to fist his cock.

“Open wide, honey.” You whispered, breathing softly down his neck. You brought your wet fingers to his pretty pink lips, “Want you to suck on my fingers when you cum.”

Steve’s eyes rolled back as his tongue swirled around your digits, feeling the pressure become too much, he squeezed at his cock as ropes of hot cum shot out from the tip, trickling over his hand and stomach.

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good boy,” you mewled, stroking at his firm chest with your free hand, “I’ve got you, baby, doing so well for me.” The boys eyes scrunched together as he whined around your fingers, his hips rocking up and fucking his cock into his fist.

You removed your fingers from Steve’s mouth, his eyes still closed as he laid back, spent, against the plump pillows. You pressed soft kisses all over his flush face, “Such a good boy.” you cooed.

[melatovnik]

aziraphale sliding his hand down crowley's chest while he tells him his drink choice at the pub. aziraphale, joyous, excited, pulling crowley with him by the hand to go dancing together p&p style. aziraphale grasping desperately at crowley's arm as he watches others' love from afar, and his hand continuing to reach out to crowley even as he walks away a moment later. aziraphale's hands slowly melting onto crowley's back during Every. then afterward, aziraphale's hand trembling as he lifts it to his own lips.

[loganshouseofworship]

Some tell Nico R and Jenson B that they’re son is out here whoring around again 🫠🫠🫠🫠

[mrsoharaa]

“Hey Suguru, do you have tattoos? You know, besides the one on your arms?” You ask with a lilt of suggestive eyes and a coy tone. He smiles, stands up to his feet and turns his back towards you. Removes his sweatshirt and pulls his long extravagant raven hair onto his left broad shoulder, exposing the intricately detailed and beautifully inked dragon extending all the way down his muscular, wide back.

A withered gasp staggers at the base of your throat, greedy dilated pupils flow all over the gorgeous well drawn ink decorating all over his well sculpted back. Lacing over every detail and contract of muscle flaunting in your hungry gaze. He smiles to himself, feeling your heated gaze scour intently all over his painted back. Purposely flexes his back and shoulder muscles just to hear that cute little tight breath slip past your tempting lips.

“Does that answer your question angel? Or do you want to see more?” He insinuates with a weight of flirtation lingering his smooth voice, grinning mischievously as he watches your eyes pry ever so mindlessly and utterly enthralled at his spacious back. The prominent heat in your cheeks only fueling his ego into luring you further into his witty whims and flirtation.

He absolutely loved the attention and strong hold he had on you, just by a simple work of literal art basking his delicate skin. And the fact that he knew you had a thing for backs.

[bewilderedbunny]

Hi :) ily

Eddie blurb: apple

18+, smut. eddie munson x fem!reader.

Fluttering. You’re fluttering. Hovering. Drifting into the ether. Levitating. It’s a dizzying come down, a floaty feeling, like leaves falling to the earth in fall. It throbs in every inch of your body, pounding in tandem with your frantic heartbeat, trashing against the space behind your ribcage.

Your palm comes up to clutch around Eddie’s that rests against your sternum. Ringed fingers warm from the heat of your skin where fingers splay across your breast. Gasping. You’re gasping as his head pops up from between your thighs, the fingers of his other hand still slowly easing in and out of you. In and out, in and out like a tantalizing metronome, slick digits making a mess of you on your shared apartment couch.

Thighs slide down from where they rest over his shoulders. Trembling as he crawls up your body, tongue dragging along his lips, moving to cradle the side of your face. Gentle, he’s always so gentle. Knuckles glide over your temple, down the side of your cheek, your jaw. They curl at your chin to pull you to his lips. A slow brush of his skin against yours, the quiet hum that builds deep within his chest vibrating against your skin.

“You know what they say, sweetheart,” he hums. Presses another kiss to your lips. “An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away.”

You swat at his shoulder half-heartedly, hips wiggling upward, dragging along his cock, presently straining in his jeans. “Thought it was an apple a day keeps the doctor away?”

“Same thing,” he chuckles, forehead dropping against yours as your nimble fingers make quick work of undoing the button on his jeans and sliding them and his boxers low enough to grab him in hand. He hisses, eyes pinching shut as you drag him, hot and hard, along your center. “Yeah, baby?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, and he sinks in, your name a breathless cry on his lips.

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