#PLUTO WHAT

[gothwineaunts]

"Revenge Party" A party that ends with somebody's head on a spike.

[hellspawnmotel]

uran and the god of death

[khaopybara]

❝Her soft lips slowly tasted every part of mine, as if savouring something delicious. Each of her touches was gentle yet filled with longing, deep yet tender, as if she were afraid we might break. The moment a sweet, tempting touch of love took over us, I forgot that she was my little sister's girlfriend.❞

NAMTAN TIPNAREE as AI-OON and FILM RACHANUM as MAY episode 1 of PLUTO

[gunsatthaphan]

mood: ruined.

[spookberry]

Lesbians in Space

[ennabear]

ʕっ≧ᴥ≦ʔっ daydreaming about soft dom!gas station!ellie fucking you in public… sigh….

“i- ellie!” you gasp. your jeans are around your ankles in a nanosecond. “what if someone sees?”

she nudges your legs open with her inked knuckles, fingertips tracing up and down your thighs. “don’t worry about it.” she soothes, her voice thick with lust.

“but-” you attempt to protest, getting cut off by the sensation of ellie’s teeth on your neck. her fingers press into the wet patch on your underwear as she sucks bruises onto your skin.

“shirt off.” she demands, almost growling at you.

“are you sure?”

“nobody can see us baby, it’s just me and you.” her hands sneaking up your shirt, past your stomach, and landing on your tits.

“or we could stop,” she whispers, mouth hovering over your ear. “and you could go home right now, dripping down your thighs and dreaming about me.”

you sigh. checkmate, she beat you. you tear your shirt off, throwing it on the floor behind her. “no bra?” she laughs. “guess you were waiting for this, huh?”

your nipples pebble under her cold fingers, one of your hands gripping onto the counter behind you, the other in her hair.

“mmh…” she groans, licking a long stripe from your neck to your tits, then taking one into her mouth. a soft whimper leaves her throat as you tug on her hair. you can’t begin to imagine how worked up she must be.

two of her fingers slip into your underwear, spreading the slick all around. “gonna let me have a taste?” she asks. you nod, brain growing fuzzy from all of her smooth talking, yet grinning sinfully. “yeah.”

and she’s on her knees in an instant. hooking one of your legs over her shoulder and guiding you to sit on her face. the parking lot behind her is empty. cars on the distant highway zip past, but the glow of the neon lights illuminates only you and her. like you’re the only two souls in the universe.

her warm mouth works wonders on your cunt, licking, kissing, practically drinking up all of the slick that’s dripping out of you. “tastes so good…” she drawls. “so fucking good.”

you whimper, eyes trained on the giant glass window in front of you, just in case. ellie picks up on this, wondering why your grip on her head has loosened.

“hey.” she snaps.

“hmm?” you gasp in response.

“eyes on me while i make you cum.” she demands. “you look away one more time and i’ll stop.” you moan at her words, heat flushing from your cheeks to your chest.

her green eyes seem to pierce through your soul, but it brings a sense of comfort. “use my face baby, come on. ride me.” in this very moment, it really is just you and her. your beautiful fool of a girlfriend begging to make love to you in the middle of her shift.

this thought makes you smile down at her, eyes filling with tears although you manage to blink them away. her tongue presses her way inside of you, fucking in and out with the bobs of her head.

a long whine forces it’s way out of your throat as you snap. your vision is overcome with a fuzzy white static, knees buckling as you lean into her touch.

“there she is…” ellie praises, rubbing your thighs as you come down from your high. “my girl, i knew you could do it.”

you exhale a deep breath, letting the adrenaline exit with it. ellie stands up, the two of you practically shaking, bonking heads, sloppily pressing your mouths together.

“my turn next?”

[hypnagogics]

ellie. whose form of motivating you to do coursework is camping out under your desk and rewarding you with her skilled mouth every time you complete a task. ♡ pink silken tongue running up the inside your trembling thighs—the wet spot on your chair only spreading towards all sides, her warm murmurs of prase raising goosebumps from your skin, her strong, calloused hands squeezing every so often, reminding you to resume your work if you want to get the real deal.

keep going baby, almost there, yeah? c'mon, just do a couple more, then m'all yours. gonna give you whatever you want.

[namtanlovesfilm]

"Speedy recovery, my brilliant girlfriend."

[annoyingloudmicrowaveartist]

always thinking about this in the vs susie scene

[kajecoyle]

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

btw i'm immediately in love with ciize's pluto character who essentially does nothing this episode except get introduced lounging around the house looking like that, tell us "i like girls", and ask a handful of entirely logical and reasonable questions firmly grounded in reality in the same conversation in which she instantly makes a jump that could cross the grand canyon to the absolutely wild conclusion that a blind woman she's never met must have orchestrated a hit on her best friend's sister and husband in the name of thwarted lesbian love even though there's zero evidence so far that it wasn't an accident. "these days lots of people kill for love" girl what! the energy is immaculate

[curlytsunamiart]

north no.2

[hellspawnmotel]

been reading a loooooooooot of astro boy

[khaopybara]

❝We may not love each other much, but I'm not cruel enough to hand someone like you over to my sister. And that's be too easy for someone like you. People like you, May, must pay for what you did.❞

NAMTAN TIPNAREE as OB-OOM INGSAMAK episode 8 of PLUTO

[gunsatthaphan]

her novel is writing itself 🤷🏼‍♀️