#Hehehe <3

[lilbeanz]

This meme wouldn't leave me alone.

[l3viat8an]

Loverboy Asmo ♡ who eat you out so sweetly, gently tracing heart shapes with his thumbs on your clit while he laps at your cunt. 

Loverboy Asmo ♡ tracing his name on your cunt with his tongue, making you guess what he’s spelling out.  

Mean Loverboy Asmo ♡ who only gives you three guesses to get it right. 

Nsfw!

Lover boy Asmo <333

Mean Loverboy Asmo who delays or even ruins your first orgasm when you can’t guess right, looking at you with the most heartbroken expression ever on his face, whining that “Really sweetheart that was sooo easy! You should only be thinking about me~”

Mean Loverboy Asmo who insists that he has to start all over now!!! slower this time, dragging it out and even stopping when you get close to cumming, spelling his name as slowly as he can so you can get it right this time!

Loverboy Asmo praising you when you finally get it right, letting you cum and giggling that you’ve earned another orgasm for being so good~

Loverboy Asmo who’s not going to stop until you’re screaming his name <3

[skrunklybf-archived]

resonance

summary: eren's fed up with the lingering stares, the much-too-friendly smiles, the way your face lights up when you make eye contact with him. he's tired of this stupid little game of cat and mouse. he needs to know where you stand.

pairing: eren jaeger x m!reader

tags: smut, everyone is 18+, dubcon(?), eren's a jerk and kinda toxic <3, amab reader, pet names (pretty boy), blowjob, hair pulling, throat fucking, swallowing, fucking in a car, possessive behavior

wc: 1.4k

18+ only | minors do not interact

His hands -- they felt oddly gentle, you thought, even as one of them circled your bicep and dragged you along.

Eren walked with purpose. His expression was stern and hard to read, the air around him felt thick, but you followed as well as you could, even with your feet tripping up under you.

"What are you doing?" Eren said. Even in the low light, you felt a little exposed under his stare.

"What?"

"What?"

"You fucking-- you--" his voice rose involuntarily, and Eren groaned. He suddenly decided that simply dragging you away from your friends' get-together wasn't enough. Ripping open the car door, he pushed you inside with those strong-yet-gentle hands from earlier.

Within the privacy of the vehicle, behind those tinted windows, Eren urged his knee between your legs and began to crawl inside, hovering over you in your half-laid position. You scooted yourself backwards, moving until your back was once again pressed against his car door.

Only this time, nobody could see the two of you.

You'd never felt scared of Eren. You didn't then, either, watching with confusion as he shut the door behind him.

"Dude, what's your problem?" You asked, words starting to lose the playful edge from before. Eren groaned again and scrubbed a hand down his face.

"You're my fucking problem. You're always fuckin' lookin' at me like that, always laughing at everything I say," he started crawling toward you again, and you pried your eyes away from his face, growing more nervous. The veins in his forearms seemed more prominent than ever. They were a pleasant distraction. "So, what's the deal? What are you doing?"

If you didn't know better, you'd think Eren was actually angry with you. But something about how his leg pressed into your sweatpants told you differently. "It's called being friends, Eren." You replied, trying to keep your voice even.

"Bullshit."

He leaned further, pressing harder into your center. Eren's scowling face was getting closer and closer and soon enough you couldn't think past the smell of his cologne, past the feeling of his hand slamming onto the window next to your cheek.

"You don't laugh at Jean like that. You don't look at Armin like that." He gripped your jaw with his free hand, forcing your gaze forward, "look at me."

Your entire body lit aflame all at once -- Eren's breath ghosted across your face, his half-lidded eyes bore into you, his fingers dug into your cheeks and forced a little pout from your lips. All this, with his knee pressed against your half-hard dick. The corners of his lips twitched up in a self-satisfied smirk.

Eren chuckled, the sound feeling rumbly in the tiny space between you both. He shifted his weight and leaned back, bringing his hand down to grip you through your sweats -- embarrassingly enough, you gave him exactly what he wanted in the form of your breath catching audibly in your throat.

"Eren--" you started at once, springing up, but the brunette stopped you. In perhaps the most surprising few moments of the night, Eren leaned in again, and pressed his forehead against yours. The stern gaze never wavered, never losing any of the fire behind it, even as your noses brushed together and your heartbeat jumped between you both.

"Tell me you don't want this." He said, his palm working against your hardening cock slowly, "tell me I'm wrong, and I'll stop."

You didn't say anything. What could you say, anyway? He wasn't wrong. You just didn't know you were so obvious about it.

So, with your throat tight and blood rushing in your ears, you kissed him.

Turns out there was a lot you misjudged about Eren, but your years of friendship awarded you the knowledge that he was a rough sort of guy -- it only made sense that his hand would be knotted against your scalp, urging your wet lips across the smooth skin of his dickhead. Warm precum mixed itself with your spit. He groaned deliciously once you darted your tongue out to lap up the mess. "Fuck," Eren almost whined, "put it in your mouth already."

You managed a playful look at him from between his muscular thighs. "Someone's eager."

Eren smacked his cock against your cheek. "Says the one about to suck my-- oh fuck--"

He threw his head back, abandoning the comeback as soon as your lips smoothed over him. You slid your tongue around in dizzying patterns, working Eren's cockhead to the back of your throat, partly out of spite for his attitude, and partly because it was so fucking hot to watch him writhe like this.

Eren tightened his hold on you, peering down with a pinched expression and a clenched jaw, drinking in the view of his dick sliding in and out from between your lips.

Intoxicating, would be one word for the little world you two were lost in inside Eren's sleek black car.

He gripped your hair harder, guiding you up and down his shaft as freely as you'd let him. The air grew thicker with all his pants, with every mumbled curse and every twitch of his thighs -- you found yourself closing your eyes, relaxing your throat, and letting him use you however he wanted while you kneaded your own dick beneath your waistband.

"Fuckin' knew it, knew you wanted my cock," Eren groaned, fucking into your mouth with new fervor. He watched you squeeze your hardened dick, watched your eyes close impossibly tighter with his nasty words. "How many times you jerk off thinkin' about me? Thinkin' about my dick in your throat?"

You whined -- both the sound and the vibrations made Eren shudder.

"Fuck-- take it, pretty boy," he grumbled, his muscles tensing, "so fuckin' good at suckin' me off."

Mind in shambles, you couldn't help but pry your eyes open to gaze up at his gorgeous face, some sweat gathered along his forehead from your shared body heat. Eren stared down at you with hazy eyes. You rutted against your own hand, fucking desperately into it while your friend fucked just as desperately into your mouth.

His thighs clenched around you, his abs tensed beneath the palm you laid across them. "M' gonna cum," Eren groaned, "gonna cum down your throat-- a-ah," he continued breathlessly, pushing your head down as far as he could, until your nose pressed against the fine dark hairs along his pelvis.

You let your eyes slide shut again, trying to relax as much as you could, but your jaw ached, your throat squeezed, tears sprang forward involuntarily. Eren's dick pulsed in your mouth as he came. His moans spilled out of his lips so brokenly, if you weren't in such a hormonal daze, you would've wondered how long he waited for a moment like this.

When you're finally able to pull yourself off of his length, Eren lets his hand slide down from your scalp, to cup your cheek. His chest rose and fell rhythmically. The impossibly hard gaze he'd pinned on you all night suddenly felt much softer around the edges, almost longing in the way he looked down at you. A rough thumb swept away some moisture from the corner of your swollen lips.

"Fuck, you did so good," Eren breathed, watching you dip your head down and rest your forehead against his inner thigh. You continued stroking your own cock as he praised you, a little groan leaking out against his clammy skin. He ran his long fingers down the back of your neck, down your spine, so gentle and delicate compared to the rough way he held you just seconds prior.

"Let me take care of you."

[appleblocks]

And they stayed lost for at least another hour before having to call Sausage to come pick them up :')

[frankenjoly]

KuniChuu + "I made you something"

“Hi. I… I made you something.”

“Oh?” Chûya instantly turned around, glancing at him with more than evident curiosity. And, of course, Kunikida’s level of nervousness spiked in no other direction but up.

“It’s very simple, really.” He continued, rummaging through his pockets until finding the tiny gift: a bracelet made of beads, mostly black, red, orange and white to match Chûya’s usual outfit choices… as well as his ability. “Aya-chan got very much into it, she asked me to join her, I said yeah ‘cause it looked fun and here we are.” While speaking, he also took the redhead’s hand, leaving said bracelet over the palm. “I thought you may like it.”

Chûya’s eyes moved down to take a look at the bracelet, then went back to stare back at him. And when that happened, he was beaming.

“I do, thanks!” As if to prove such words, Chûya picked it up with his free hand, sliding the piece over the same hand he had received it on till having it adorning the wrist as intended. Then he raised his hand towards Kunikida, in the same way people tended to show off their engagement rings and so…

… alright, maybe comparing it to that was detrimental to Kunikida’s own nerves, for way different reasons than his previous worries about whether or not Chûya would like that. 

(Also on ao3.)

[cuntygeorgeharrison]

💫🌟HOPE Y'ALL HAVE A WONDERFUL FRIDAY!! (or whatever day it is for ya!!)🌟💫

[depravedangelbaby]

<33

[incandescentia]

You know, it's not like he would do this if the other party is not comfortable but if he really is comfortable around your muse - be it platonic or romantic - Killian will nudge at you, nibble your ear, or even nuzzle/rest his head gently against your shoulder. He'd at least try to ask for permission first, though, since he's well aware that different people have different ways to show affection. He does it the way horse(people) do, his parents do that, his sister does that. His own race does that. Biting as a gesture of affection outside bedroom matters is like in a somewhat gray area. You have to make sure you're not intending to harm him first or else his fight or flight instinct would be instantly activated ( sometimes it's not pretty ).

[salemsweats]

Holding my Mario plushie. I love this plumber soooo much :3

[lilbeanz]

Draco & Bartholomew playing together -- 1985

Source:

[l3viat8an]

Boop :3

Just because I can🥹

Omgg boop!!-

Boops you back <3

[treasure-goblin]

🤍🖤🤎💜💙💚💛🧡❤️

*THUNK*

Hi😁

🤍🖤🤎💜💙💚💛🧡❤️

Ack!!

*THUD*

Hi ranny

[voodoodaaddy]

"I think I'm with child."

// heheheh OwO

There was Jambalaya on the floor, on his clothes, on the table, on the counter--everywhere. This is what happens when you tell someone that you're pregnant when they are trying to carry a pot of fresh jambalaya to the dining hall.

The Jambalaya is still steaming as it rest on Alastor's shoulder and head. At first, he thought he may have misheard Lucifer. Maybe he said he found a child? But he didn't see a child in site,

His eyes instinct go to Lucifer's stomach then back up to his little pregnant face.

"You're with a what now?" The radio turned on with a dopey jazz tune as the Radio Demon tried to process this turn of events. "My darling King of Hell, are you pulling my leg right now?" His hands were shaking despite the upbeat tone of the music. "Is there truly a bun in the oven?"

[frankenjoly]

Matching

kenji & suegiku + matching hats

“And you gotta wear these too!” Kenji said, passing two straw hats very similar to his own to Tetchô, who put one on and then placed the remaining one over Jôno’s head instead of just handing it over to his partner.

“Thanks, Kenji-kun.” He simply answered, while Jôno scowled.

“Is this really necessary?” Jôno added, and just a split second later, Tetchô elbowed him in the arm. He had already been scowling, but right after, his expression clearly darkened. “Don’t do that! I know it’s necessary in the sense we might as well burn to crisps, but you get me.”

“Actually, I don’t.” Tetchô replied, making Jôno groan.

“Oh, me neither.” Kenji nodded, though his next words were to counter-argue. “But working in these overalls is very nice since your other clothes donʼt get soaked. And now we all match, so it’s even better!” He instantly glanced at the two soldiers with a big grin on his face, even if that was not necessary when it came to making his enthusiasm known: Tetchô had been hearing all about it the past few days, so the image offered zero news, and Kenji had quickly learned Jôno would sense it.

‘I don’t even need to see, or concentrate.’ He had said when they met. ‘You basically irradiate all that energy. Like Tetchô-san when he’s all mopey, but not a bother.’

“Alright. Anyway, let’s get to work.” Was all that Jôno said both after and for a while, sighing less than other times. Meanwhile, Kenji himself beamed.

“Oki-doki! Plus, now we’re three and you’re super strong too, we’re gonna be done in like, no time!”

(Also on ao3.)

[navysealt4t]

ok uhhh list of scars i imagine jay having before i go make dinner

she has like. acid burns all up her legs and too her tummy from when she was in the electradon’s stomach. it was pretty recently so the burns are still new looking and maybe a little sore when agitated

does the niklaus tattoo count? it does now

burns on her hands and face from tinkering and inventing gone wrong <3 lots of cuts from making arrows and tools too

tiny nics from her navy training

a large scar all up her calf from the ice when she and chip were rescuing gill

the skin around her eye that was bleeding from her dream of the sun is much lighter than the rest of her skin.

one time she was wrestling with ayva and accidently broke her nose

uhhh give me more please most of these r just headcanons <3 gone canon stuff gimme headcanons pretty please