#Gimme

[willowaudreykeyes]

BBC's Sherlock and Stardew Valley

... honestly would love a Stardew-esque murder mystery game

[pissmamiii]

i would like for someone to turn my brain off by fucking me stupid and loving me extra after

[theeroticlover]

Animal within me craves the animal within you....

[bananielle]

he has the prettiest hands i’m sick :( thinking about how he’d love to finger you. would get so hard watching you fall apart as they’re stuffed inside of you, especially when you’re lying in between his legs on the bed, your head thrown back against his shoulder. he’d take his sweet time with you, slowly gliding his fingers up and down your folds until you’ve completely soaked them. would whisper the sweetest things in your ear…how pretty you are and how well your pussy responds to his touch. he’d kiss your neck while two fingers stretched your hole, and it wouldn’t take long for you to cum as they pumped into you. he’s so obsessed with how your cum feels, he can’t stop himself from playing with your pussy even more to get them fully drenched, accidentally overstimulating you in the process. would use his other hand to gently stuff your mouth with his fingers and stifle your moans. makes you taste yourself on his fingers before he licks them clean, moaning against them from how sweet you taste <3

[softgothbabe]

Fuck me til I'm squirting everywhere, then let me taste myself off your dick and balls 🤤

[swampthingy]

[racingintheriver]

[blueicequeen19]

Rudy.. respectfully.. spit in my mouth 👄

[sylusslittlekitten]

If you know the OG poster and artist, please let me know so I can credit them. I can’t see a watermark in the artwork to do so.

[pissmamiii]

actually need to be manhandled by a big sweet man who just wants to love on me for his own pleasure

[theeroticlover]

Want to get lost in you...

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Bribe (1949)

[adiraargent]

Love at First Sight - Shidou Ryusei

The hum of conversation and the rich aroma of coffee enveloped you as you nestled into a cozy corner of the bustling cafe, your attention entirely absorbed by the pages of a book one of your friends had recommended of you to read. The world around you seemed to fade as you lost yourself in the words, savoring the solitude.

Unexpectedly, a loud voice sliced through your concentration. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"

Startled, you glanced up to find a tanned boy with blonde and pink hair standing before you, an irreverent smirk dancing on his lips. His crazy, pink hair and mischievous pink eyes gave him an effortlessly exciting air.

"Please don't. Once was already painful enough," you retorted, your lips curving into a half-smile.

Shidou's laughter, deep and infectious, resonated through the air as he took the empty seat opposite you. "Guess I'll have to find a different approach then."

written by @adiraargent

[hedonistbyheart]

Yuri I love you💕

[infinitemilk]

my birthday is november 5th and I want a gift is: a kageyama tobio plush, may the entrance exam die, a 5,000-word kagehina fic and maybe be happy just for once

[aangelinakii]

PERSONAL CHEF.

— who knew he was such a great cook ?

summary : after a naff day at work, you call up your boyfriend. he's quick to arrive, and quick to make you a comforting meal.

note : just a lil short fic whilst i try to get motivated to write some longer ones 😭😭😭

TRIGGER WARNING : mention of food, and brief mention of not wanting to eat.

from the moment you'd hung up the phone, jason todd had hopped on his red motorcycle and floored it to your apartment.

needless to say, you hadn't had a good day. almost anything and everything that could've gone wrong did go wrong, and the dejection had followed you all the way home. you didn't feel like cooking, and, quite frankly, part of you didn't even feel like eating, but every part of you knew jason would never happen.

when the knock came at your door, you'd been sprawled out on the couch, covered in a warm blanket, and when you opened it, jason engulfed you in a great hug. his hugs were immediately calming, with the way his massive arms acted as barriers to the outside world, and the way his head perched against yours extracted the negative thoughts from your brain.

everything he did for you was totally out of kindness and warmth and love.

he gave you a tighter squeeze and pressed a feather-light kiss to your temple, before pulling away from you and shutting the door behind him.

jason was quick to get to work — "just sit there and look pretty for me, okay?" he'd said as he pulled your apron over his head and tied it at the back. and you did so.

he'd picked you up and perched you on the counter beside the hob, so you could do just what you wanted him to. he filled a pot with water and placed it on the hob to boil, plopping in long stiff strands of spaghetti.

one thing you'd learnt about jason early on was that he loved food; adored it, even. he loved grocery shop trips with you, where the two of you overfilled the cart or basket, and he'd have to pay for it anyway. he loved stopping on the way home on his bike, you sitting behind him, arms around his waist, to grab some burgers or chicken strips – it only depended on how hungry you were to decide whether you made a pitstop overlooking the city to eat, or if you were able to keep the food untouched before reaching your apartment.

his favourite thing, however – and perhaps yours, too, on days like today – had to be cooking for you. either at his place or yours, he loved just being able to wind down and speak to you whilst preparing a great meal, and then getting to eat said meal. nothing calmed him more, made him more happy.

"so," he hummed a metre away from you as he chopped a red onion. "want to talk about what happened, or is that a no-go tonight?"

a great sigh huffed from your chest, and you brought your hand to your face as you shook your head from side to side, eyes closing. "nope, not today." with an exhale through your nose, you looked back up at him, where he glanced at you with sympathetic eyes. "i just want to relax with you tonight, forget about it."

"well, that, i can do." and jason scraped the diced onion into the pan of work-in-progress sauce, and took another smaller step to you to press a soft kiss to the side of your head.

he was such a rugged thing on the outside, littered with scars and years of trauma. after getting to know him, you were glad to have learnt more about what he had on the inside: kindness, humility, a bigger heart than anyone you'd met.