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[littleplantfreak]

sending u shitara peppering kisses to help with the cramps <3

EVE??!?? crying…shaking…hugging and kissing you….

[im-derty-dan]

i've made a terrible discovery...

joshua michael pleaseee look away.

📸: me /scwt nash

[l3viat8an]

MC:*watching Lucifer and Diavolo dance together at a party* Do you think Lucifer and Diavolo have ever kissed?

Barbatos:*sitting next to MC sipping on a glass of demonus* I know they’ve had intercourse before.

MC: Even I know that. But I’m asking if you think they’ve kissed.

[minasvalentine]

poor baby is so stressed

[procrastinationstationn]

need him to tell me how pretty i look while i choke on his cock

[sturniolopepsi]

please choke me until i am dead on the floor. i’ll do anything

name your price baby

[sukunasbow]

having a threesome with art and patrick ; mdni

you’re on all fours on the bed, patrick kneeling behind you, his hard cock eagerly waiting to enter your cunt. in front of you, standing just at the edge of your bed, art is holding his cock, sliding his wet tip along your plump lips, waiting for you to grant him access to your mouth.

���open up for him, baby.” patrick bends over, pressing his chest right to your back and whispering in your ear. you follow his commands and part your lips, letting art slide his cock into your mouth. he reaches the back of your throat, stuffing your mouth, tears gathering in your eyes. “good girl.” patrick coos.

as you adjust to art in your mouth, patrick straightens up again and slowly glides his cock into your tight cunt. “mm, too big.” you whine.

“i think you can take it, baby.” art says in a mockingly sweet tone, looking down at you with lust in his eyes. “there you go, look at you, taking us so well.” art continues as patrick positions himself into you fully, filling your cunt with his entire length.

“ready, bunny?” patrick teases you with the nickname.

you eagerly nod your head and patrick immediately starts thrusting his cock into you, the walls of your cunt clenching in response. “fuck, patrick!” you moan, however to the two boys it sounds muffled as with each thrust from patrick, your lips wrap around art’s cock.

patrick continues fucking you, hitting your sweet spot every time. art lets out low groans, his hands gripping your hair as your mouth sucks him off in the same pattern as patrick’s hip movements. “shit, that’s so good.” art whimpers and bites down on his bottom lip.

“she’s so tight, you have to try her.” patrick smirks, looking up from your body to make eye contact with art. “you’re doing so good.” he looks back down, intensely watching as your cunt takes his cock with each thrust. “your pussy feels so good.”

a few more thrusts later and art and patrick blow their loads at the same time. patrick fills your cunt with his seed and art pulls out of your mouth last second, covering your lashes and lips with thick ropes of his cum.

“i call fucking her next.” art heaves.

“deal.” patrick laughs.

[boombhauer]

going to hollow earth for your first date is crazy

[strawberrykidneystone]

i couldn’t stop laughing to myself as i thought of them in this scenario😭😭😭

[bodythieves]

horny cowboy content warning - mdni

(grinding and such, it’s kinda long too)

this is just downright pathetic.

How were you supposed to be anything but pathetic, though? With Arthur Morgan sitting before you, a delicious heat from the fire that licks your back in waves, and a knot in your belly that just wouldn’t come undone? To add to that, Arthur’s hands are all over you. Calloused, thick fingers, moving along your sides and your ribs. The man’s hands continue due north, pushing between the soft fabric of your shirt and your sun-beaten, tired skin. He pushes your button up away, and it falls to the dirt, and you don’t give one damn.

You never have, you never would, and you never could.

The cicadas sing loudly throughout the New Austin night. Arthur would complain, he always complained, big old baby. But you, you liked it. If it were up to you, you’d sit and listen to the cicadas and crickets and katydids sing and gladly take up a dime an hour doin’ it.

Apart from the critters of the night, there was a sweet, misconstrued mess of mumbling breaths between your lips and Arthur’s. A gentle clang and clack of spurs, belt buckles scraping against one another as you slid your way up from your kneeling position in the dirt. You were slotted between his legs, hands braced on either side of him. Palms pushed so deep into the dead wood of an abandoned wagon’s step, you could’ve sworn your flesh had been worn raw.

You had been begging him. On your knees, jeans pressed forcibly into the dry dirt beneath them, whimpering like a lost dog. Only time you rarely found yourself on your knees, was when you were praying to a god you didn’t quite believe in, about things you were in quite desperate need of.

“I can’t take it no more,” you shuddered out, your voice sounding so fraught and pitiful, you could hardly even recognize it yourself. You rolled yourself forward again, that wicked scrape of belt buckles making your skin’s hair stand at attention.

Arthur didn’t seem to register what you said. That, or he was down right ignoring you- probably both. Wouldn’t be surprised if it was both. However, his hands did drop from your rib cage, and went to grab your rear, his fingers now splayed in the pockets of denim there. You could hear him let out a gruff groan, his head ducking low and against your shoulder as he pulled you up into his lap.

Instinctively, your knees spread, and made themselves right at home beside Arthur’s hips, the crotch of your jeans now snugly pressed against the engraved metal that fastened Arthur’s leather belt taut against his waist. Settling into the position was easy, this dance now familiar between you and Arthur, like you didn’t even need a beat behind you to fall in to the rhythm. Arthur was quick to press his hips against yours, the wagon’s step shifting beneath the two of you.

“Hell’s bells, you smell damn good,” he grumbled lowly, damn near inaudibly, that thick tone rumbling through your shoulder and collar like a thunderclap.

“Vanilla,” you mumble in response, taking in a deep breath as you turned your head down and to the left, nose deep into Arthur’s hair. He’d been letting it grow out. You didn’t mind it. Made it easier to tug on. “Off the trees.. gotta do what you can with what.. what ya-”

Whew. God damn. Spit it out already.

It didn’t matter. Arthur wouldn’t let you finish your sentence, he didn’t wanna talk. Not right now, damn it. Talking would surely serve to irritate him, and you weren’t really in the position to be using words. You could barely even form a coherent thought; just sitting there, miserably grinding your apex against his belt, huffing and puffing, your jeans feeling as if they would snap from how tight and stiff your stomach felt.

It was almost like you had blacked out for a second, your thoughts swimming around in a wild current and then finally coming to as Arthur pulls your head down for a kiss, one hand moving from your rear to wrap around your waist and hold you down against his groin. The man huffed lowly, kissing you with brandy-wine and tobacco still on his tongue, his arm clutching your bare torso tight, his hips lazily moving upwards in a search for you. You, loving the friction that that damn belt brought, pushed your rear down and grabbed on to his shoulders for a moment.

“Christ,” you breathe out, your stomach now as hot as the flames that warmed your back. Your movements became more and more anguished, your hands moving to find Arthur’s shoulders. Bitten and jagged nails dug into the man’s shoulders, your sighs filling his ears. You didn’t even need anything more than this, and evidently, neither did Arthur.

“Ain’t present,” The cowboy caviled, pulling away so he could let his head fall back. His arm was still locked around you, holding you in position. He, on the other hand, shifted and spread his legs. Arthur’s trousers were growing exponentially tighter and more uncomfortable, his own breathing now rasped and shaking.

Still grinding your hips, pushing yourself against his bulge and buckle, you watched him like he was the pure picture of desire. Light hair tossed back and disheveled, stuck to the sides of his head from his sweat. You always liked how New Austin treated him. His thick brows pushed upward and he gritted his teeth, jutted out his lip, his stubble making the expression all the more attractive. Opening his blues to catch your eyes and let out a throaty groan, you felt yourself start to come undone, the mixture of eye contact and bare chests against one another making you feel absolutely drunk with lust.

Then, the grinding. You hissed and jerked in his arm, which only rewarded you with a closer tug to his body. Arthur continued to buck beneath you, but no longer lazily. Rather, with conviction and confidence, like he wanted you to get off like this. Bare chest, jeans clad tight, spurs clanging, and in his lap.

Like he wanted to get off like that, too.

notes: I DID IT. IM ABOUT TO PASS OUT BUT I DID IT. no proofreading no plot just this. enjoy goodnifht.

[saturnisaroace]

OH MY GOSH

📸 maliabaker on IG!

[sungtaro]

[megumiifushiiguro]

i hate when people ask me "do u listen to taylor swift" like bitch only if u knew that my whole fucking sanity depends on that woman

[l3viat8an]

Ro do you have any thing to say about soft morning sex with Lucifer? Soft lots of laughing afterglow vibes 

Nsfw!

I have a little to say, yea <3

Lucifer watches as you start to wake up, the way your eyes squeeze shut before you open them- but he doesn’t even wait for your eyes to be all the way open as he starts pressing soft kisses down from your cheek to your shoulder-

Wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, effectively keeping your body tucked fully into his. even Lucifer can be a little clingy in the morning- You sigh happily turning your head over your shoulder to look at him, smiling softly when you see just how messy his hair is.

“Good morning, darling,” he whispers right by your ear, his other hand now slowly moving up your side. Your body relaxes again, letting your head fall back. a soft moan falling from your lips as his wandering hand cups your tit giving it a quick squeeze before moving a little lower.

“Good morning,” you mumble back, shifting a little when you feel his cock pressing hard against your ass. “I see someone’s still riled up from last night.” you laugh, at the same time you start lazily grinding back against him, making him groan low in your ear. 

“Did you really think I would be able to control myself, when the first thing I see in the morning is you?” Lucifer laughs quietly, now rutting his hips against yours a little harder. His hand moves down your body and grabs your leg to move it over his hip-

Moaning as his cock slowly slips inside your welcoming pussy, “You know… we’re only naked because you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself last night either,” you add with another small laugh and his only response is a few more kisses against your neck as he continues to grind against you lazily, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside of you, as he adds “and I still can’t keep my hands off you.”

Everything is soft and slow, especially compared to what you two did last night- now Lucifer takes his time, kissing every part of you he can, his hands touching any part of your body his lips can’t reach~

[sainztificc]

not charles being jealous of carlando handshake LMFAO