#DID YALL MISS ME???

[bishopsmacaroni]

Yelena: I may be short but that doesn't mean I'm not tough! *aggressively tries to open a Caprisun* Kate: Kate: Would you like me to open it for you? Yelena: *voice crack* Yes please.

[spkyart]

Specialist

[sonlc]

destroy the world , destroy the self alongside it

alt version 👍

[anastacialy]

tracked down this clip just because of this post! have jokes from skizz and scar

[ricky-mortis]

Portrait practice with Miss Holloway :)

[tuttifrooti]

in the studiooo 🐺

[chaeryeos]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤJust the two of us @tzulipss

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ깊어져 가는 moonstruck

[babysitterpng]

sketchdump

[starshinesim]

sparkle in your ˖ ࣪⭑eyes˖ ࣪⭑

[vinegar-rights]

Im not gonna finish this lol

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Good job."

TAIKAN YOHOU (2023). Episode 3.

[wormdebut]

JUNE MICROFIC - YOU CAN HAVE MY ISOLATION

@steddiemicrofic | PROMPT: stuff | WORD COUNT: 483 | Rated: E | CW: Steve having a wild parasocial relationship with a voice. Steve Harrington is a needy needy boy. Master Kink…I guess?

This one got wild. I—

Minors, get the fuck out of here.

——

Should Steve feel shame for getting off this way? Probably. Did he? Absolutely not.

He hadn’t meant to get so…attached. When he had first found the recordings, he just wasn’t finding any porn worth watching, and when he had come across MasterEM’s profile, boasting a quite impressive backlog of audio clips he figured he would give it a try—and now?

Now he was ass up on his bed, dildo stuffed in his hole begging for this perfect fucking voice to fuck him silly.

‘God, you’re such a fucking slut for me aren’t you baby boy?’ MasterEM is growling through Steve’s ear buds. ‘You take my cock like you were made for it.’

“Please! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” Steve pleads.

Steve is a sweaty whimpering mess, he pushes back on the toy he’s fucking himself with, moaning like the whore that he is for this man.

This fucking voice.

Steve would do just about anything to find the man that it belongs to. He would let this guy tear him to pieces.

He had tried to actually go out and get laid, but nobody really does it for him anymore. Not like Master does.

‘God, you look so pretty when I stuff you so full, precious. Who do you belong to baby?’ The voice purrs out and Steve mewls as his toy hits his prostate.

“You master!” He cries, doing his best to hit that spot over and over again, “I belong to you.”

MasterEM pants into his ear. God, this isn’t the first time Steve has wished this man was real. Fucking into him, owning him.

‘Fuck yeah you do, baby boy. Touch your pretty cock for me. I want you to come all over yourself when I come in this tight little ass.’

Steve shivers at the deep strong voice. He keeps the toy moving with one hand, groaning as he strips his cock with the other.

‘You’re such a perfect little slut for me, aren’t you?’

“Yes yes yes!” Steve whimpers as his cock jumps in his hand. He’s so fucking close.

‘Who are you such a dirty fucking slut for?’ MasterEM questions through his headphones and Steve cries out.

“You! You Master, I’m such a fucking slut for you—it’s only you.” He feels delirous as tears prick at his eyes. No one gets him off the way this guys voice does.

MasterEM laughs over the audio clip and his voice drops quiet, a rumbling whisper. Steve swears he can feel it in his soul. ‘Be a good boy and come for me, baby. Come for your Master.’ MasterEM bite, and Steve does, seeing fucking stars as he spills all over his sheets.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Steve huffs, his body shaking as he comes down. He is panting and trying to process how it all came to this one man. This anonymous fucking voice.

‘Thats my good fucking boy.’

[cyxnidx]

SICK DAY !

character: kazuha

synopsis: kazuha taking care of you during a fever. fluff. nicknames “honey”, & “darling” are used for the reader.

a/n: its been two months since i genuinely wrote something, wtf? missed yall.

you wake up to your throat hurting, and an irritating cough that sounds like an old man has been holding in since he was conceived.

turning over, you notice an absence in the sheets beside you, long gone cold. kazuha’s up and about, and judging from the lack of body heat, he as been for a while.

you were ready to hop out of bed and begin your day before hearing a bunch of “ah ah”’s put together with the clanging of glasses behind you.

“glad to see you’re awake,” kazuha begins, setting a tray down on the bedside table. “however, you seem to have caught a fever.”

you cock your head in confusion. disregarding that annoyingly dry cough, you felt fine. also disregarding the suffocating stuffy nose and headache. also, were you always this light headed before you got up?

ignoring the obvious signs your body attempted to give you, you shake your head and shrug. “thank you, kazuha, but i’m fine.”

“but you’re not?” he disagreed.

“if im not, i can assure you i will be fine.” you say confidently, letting out a choked cough. a smug smirk appeared on kazuhas face. you roll your eyes. “okay, but that doesn’t mean anything. i just need something to drink.”

he hums dismissively. “you can deny it all you want, darling. but, you’re sick. let me take care of you.” he insists, gentle hands pushing your shoulders to guide you back to sit on the bed. “i’m not gonna stop bothering you until you do.”

you huff, nose scrunched. “im not sick.”

“would you like me to check your temperature?” he asked, making his way to the bathroom for the thermometer.

“i don’t need a caretaker!” you deny.

“so you admit your sick?” he asks, poking his head from the corner of the door frame.

“no! im not sick, nor do i need a caretaker.”

he sniffs the air, pinching his nose playfully. “honey, i don’t know about you, but i smell bullshit and hyper independence?” he says, turning the thermometer on as he walked toward you. “open your mouth reaalll wide for me.”

you roll your eyes at his shenanigans, opening your mouth and lifting your tongue for the thermometer, expression getting slightly more worried when his smug expression begins to turn a bit worried. “what is it?”

“honey, your temperature is at 190. you need to rest.”

“190?!”

“190.” he assures.

you bite your inner cheek, upset at your bodies betrayal. you never really happened to get sick, and at the first sign of sickness, you practically buried yourself in vitamins and nutrients to demolish it the moment it showed itself. so how come you didn’t see this coming?

“now, will you please let your loving, doting and caring lover take care of you?” he asks, moving your body to go back under the sheets despite your spiking temperature, and placing the tray of food onto your lap. “besides, i made your favorite. i’m sure you’d hate to see such a delicious meal go to waste?”

you look down at the tray below you, which had a bowl of fruit, orange juice, assuming herbal tea, and your favorite breakfast. two gummies and two pills sat on the side of the tray in a small circle. presumably, its probably medication.

“fine. only this once though.” you agree reluctantly, picking up an utensil to begin eating. “im starving, anyway.”

he hums, sitting at the edge of the bed. “whatever you say honey. should i put on a show?”

[clingylilhoneybee]

Return of the stuffie pile content?

[kaeyachi]

Have you all imagined the days where Kaeya would scream in frustration when he tries to create a Khaenri'ahn dish, but the dish just doesn't taste quite right?

How about the helpless feeling he gets when he barely remembers what ingredients go in his homeland's dishes?

And what about the cravings that have never been satisfied since he was a child because his father didn't teach him how to make them?

For an adventurous food lover... perhaps forever losing your nation's food might just be the most painful thing.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

"And soda; runs off into the street..." "...and soda... is totally okay!"