#bc hes a pretty boy

[asce-of-hearts]

fuck it sasuke thirst

"Bend over." Is whispered against your skin, rough hands that gently push you over the kitchen counter, a wet kiss pressed to the back of your neck.

"Dinner isn't finished, mmm-!" You moan as his hands travel down, teasing at your cunt, circling over your clit through your underwear.

"Doesn't matter." Sasuke murmurs, once he feels dampness through the cloth pushing it down until it's just over your ankles. An arm circles your waist, pulling you close, his free hand lines his cock up with your entrance. Pushing it in swiftly, in one fast movement that has his cock head pressing at your g-spot in an instant. "Just want to feel- to feel this warm pussy 'round my cock..." He gasps, he always moans so prettily.

You moan as he keeps thrusting into you, gently at first, movements that gradually become rougher, until his free hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head upwards.

"Rough- Ah-! Rough day today?" You ask, biting your lip, pushing your hips towards his cock.

"The worst." He grunts, pounding and plapping his frustration away, his eyes dark and half lidded as he stares at the little gap between his cock and your plump ass, he grits his teeth when he sees the thread of slick that connects you both, throwing his head back. He lets go of your hair, and just wraps both of his arms around you as his pace becomes erratic and manic, aggressive and imprecise, hitting at your spongy walls and good places in impulsive motions that make your head spin, unable to predict where he'll strike next. "Let me- Gonna- Gonna cum inside." He warns, his eyes filling with tears, almost drooling as he moans again, letting go of his usual quiet self. "Give me a baby, ___. Just give me a baby, let me- let me fill you."

With a couple more incoherent blabbers and blissful moans, he finally cums inside, pinching at your clit with the last remains of his conscious mind so you'll clench around him so deliciously, milk him dry.

He breathes heavily, holding you close as you both recover. And then he flips you over and crouches, his tongue lapping at your folds, cleaning what's left of him inside, he looks up at you, his dark lashes glistening.

"Care if I have my dinner right now?" He asks, flashing you a characteristic cocky grin as he starts to eat you out.

It's not fair that he is the only one cumming tonight.

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[skitskatdacat63]

2024 Belgian Grand Prix - Mark Webber clapping for his boy (FINALLY!)

[cosmosnout]

The real reason Oda had to get rid of her was not for plot convenience, but bc she would have kicked everyone’s ass. (Source: trust me bro)

[swagglessmoth]

My grades are suffering and so are they

[lomlompurim]

snippets of an AU I have, I will post the rest later but here is a preview 🌱💕

Yes binghe forest fairies come from the earth like potatoes. Have mercy on your poor mother, now she has to figure it out how to feed three mouths

[saint0psy]

Getting stuck into the intricacies of Edwin’s gender by designing some drag looks for him, obvi inspired by the magnificent Barbara Lasagna. (40s and 20s dress respectively!) I imagine that the two names would be Edwin’s idea and Charles’ more goofy suggestion; a play on the Paine/Payne homophone and, well. A 16 year olds sense of humour in the midst of having a crisis. I think Edith would perform with an instrument like the violin or piano!

[cubbihue]

Does Timmy have any friends in fairy world?

Timmy is more of a socialite than a friend-getter. He can easily make connections with others, and can slip into established groups and create a dynamic with them! The kind of guy who is always invited to events but not related to anyone.

The closest he's gotten so far is Sanderson.

Bitties Series: [Start] > [Previous] > [Next]

[bacchuschucklefuck]

doing chibi is a good design exercise bc it forces u to think on shapes n essential details, essentially thumbnailing ur designs. its also a terrible design exercise bc it ends up looking cute no matter what

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[gam3r-girli3]

npc, wanting to fight: come on, pretty boy 🤜

arthur: pretty boy? 😮 you're kidding me! 😤pretty boy?! 😡

also arthur:

( my pics, pls give credit if you use!!! ♡ )

[caelanglang]

The O(ccasionally)samu D(runk)azai

[hyakunana]

Sponsor Switch!

[orengejoshi]

alt ver. of the last paperhatober prompt, when Black Hat first saw Flug's face [even tho this is platonic since it's joke art. it's based on a real person]

[codemiracle]

Yuuta Sketch He's jealous. I got lazy with the background again

[iamurpaladin]

I fucking love cunty alt keith like-

Fucking eyeliner. Piercings. Maybe he dyes his hair! Id fucking love a fic where he Dyed his hair black and he runs out of dye in space, forcing him to revert to his natural hair colour (God knows what that would be. Purple maybe? Because of the galra genes?). Keith wearing skinny ripped jeans during training and he squats or something and they just fall apart. Keith wearing massive chunky rings (lance salivating over his fingers).

Just. Cunty alt Keith guys. I need me some more cunty alt Keith in my life.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

okay why did i never realise that the reason alex fucks up this guitar solo is because jamie comes up behind him and grinds against him 💀