#black earth tongue

[onlyhurtforaminute]

WOLVES CARRY MY NAME-GHOST LIMB

[rustandsky]

Glutinoglossum glutinosum - Viscid black earth tongues- for Mayshroom!

[wycha]

Mayshroom 22-31!!!

Red coral fungus, scarlet cup, american caesar’s mushroom, pearl oyster mushroom, inky cap, king oyster mushroom, enokitake, wood ear, magic mushrooms, black earth tongue

Late but i managed to make all prompts at this challenge, im glad i managed to do that! Maybe i will continue drawing mushrooms from time to time, its really pleasant subject to me and i wish to spend more time on one mushroom than ~hour a day when mayshroom was here.

[ifeelalot]

[lionfloss]

Earth Tongue (Geoglossum sp.) a fungi growing among Drosera leaves on the forest floor.

[lostbeat]

[bandsonfilm]

Earth Tongue // The Shacklewell Arms // 11.07.2019

[harrelltut]

卍 Mama T [Queen Tiye]… present day humanity of basic artificial intelligence Still ain’t ready 4 My HIGHLY EVOLVED [HE = JAH] TONGUE of Biblically Black [Ancient] Egyptian [BAE = COSMIC] Parables about JEHOVAH’S Biblically Prophetic Apocalypse [PA] on earth 卍

[punxsutawneyfilth]

Mushrooms I saw yesterday 

Green Mountain National Forest, Vermont

[brightjimini]

High up in the tower

Xavier Thorpe x reader

The sirens song reaches y/n later than other students..

Warnings: reader gets hurt and spoilers for ep 8. (Havent really checked the spelling yet.)

word count: 1.2K

masterlist (from this wannabe writer)

A/N: I love Xavier in the show. I love the whole show. But he has a special place in my heart. I actually was supposed to post a Burce Wayne fic today.. but I got distracted by the show. Sooo I had to write something for this character. Let me know you thought!

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The only thing that was going through my mind was that there was danger. What kind of danger? I didn't know, and the fear that clouded my mind did not allow any time to think rationally. I just had to get out of the school. 

The problem was that my tiny single room was in one of the highest towers at Nevermore. I hurried down the steps as fast as I could. Nothing else mattered to me, I just had to get out. A tiny voice in the back of my head screamed at me that something was wrong. This did not feel natural. But my body did not listen. 

The sounds of screams and footsteps could be heard echoing through the halls. I finally made it downstairs. Another sound reached my ears. A deep shout echoed through the halls of the ground floor. “-you abominations from this earth!” As far as I could see the hall that I was running through was empty and the angry screams came from somewhere by the fountain. 

I just made it past one of the open windows when from the corner of my eye a sudden bright light came closer. The fear I felt was not unnatural anymore and as I put one of my arms up in instinct my body lifted off the ground and I was slammed against the stone wall. 

-

There was a ringing in my head. Everything felt too hot and some places on my body were very painful. Without realizing it I had opened my eyes. It took a while for my eyes to get used to everything and be able to concentrate on something. That something being a boy with long blond hair and pale skin. He was kneeling over me. His mouth was moving but I could not hear what he said. 

My brain was foggy and it felt like every sense was coming in too late. The air smelled burnt and when I felt something pressing against my back I realized it was the hand of the boy. That I still could not recognize. 

Another man's face came into my line of sight. He looked older and had shorter blond hair. At least that is what I thought because there wasn't that much light. My body was picked up off the ground. There was something familiar about the younger boy. His name was on the tip of my tongue. Blue and red lights illuminated his neck and jaw. Before I could come up with his name my eyes closed and everything went silent.

-

The smell of lavender, cheap soap and antiseptic is the first thing I noticed when I slowly started to gain consciousness. With a little bit of effort I opened my eyes. Light streamed into the room from a window at my left. I heard footsteps coming down a hall towards the room I was in. I was in a giant hospital bed. The walls were an ugly light turquoise color. My upper body laid down against surprisingly soft pillows. So that I could clearly see what was happening around me.  The door in the right corner opened. 

“Xavier?” My voice sounded very different than normal. My throat was dry and my voice cracked in the middle of his name. He hurried towards me and sat down on a stool that was next to my bed. My eyes found the source of the lavender smell. A bouquet of lavender was on the plastic table next to get well soon cards, a pot of honey and a black book. 

“You told me the smell calms you down. Everyone sent you something even Wednesday.” 

I smiled at the kindness and  looked back at Xavier, he was wearing his uniform, but without the blue and black striped blazer. Instead he wore a vest on top of it. I looked back at his eyes. He had a worried expression on his face and my smile dropped. 

“What happened?” I asked. That seemed to bring him back out of his thoughts. He reached for a water pitcher and poured some water in a plastic cup and handed it to me. While I was taking a few sips he kinda filled me in on what happened. A crazy man from the past came back from the dead to kill all the outcasts. The sirens had used their song to get everyone out. But because my room was high up in one of the towers it probably reached me a little later. He didn't tell me every detail, but promised he would when I was healed enough. 

Almost my entire right arm was covered in white bandages from the burns. A part of my hair was also burned. I had a concussion and a few other little wounds and bruises. 

Xavier had found me in the hall after the crazy pilgrim was killed by Wednesday. I did not remember that part but I was conscious. I only had images in my head that were blue and red. Sadly Principal Weems was killed. He stopped explaining what happened at that point. 

“I should probably let you rest now, your parents are coming later today. Everyone is going home tomorrow.” He said. “They- The rest of the semester is canceled. After, you know everything..” His shoulders dropped and he leaned his head against the bed. 

It was silent for a while. The only thing I could hear were people passing the room we were in. Carefully I lifted my right arm and stroked his long hair. “Thank you.” I said after a while. The water had helped a little. He softly grabbed my hand and sat up. That is when I noticed the tears in his eyes. 

“I thought you died.” The pain in his voice was clear. I did not know how to respond to that. 

It seemed like he also did not expect one because he said: “I like you- I don't know- maybe even love you. But when I saw you laying there the only thing that was going through my mind was-” He took a deep breath and wiped a few of his tears away. I felt my own eyes water. 

“I was just praying that you werent.” He coughed and his grip on my hand tightened. I didn't even notice the slight pain that went up my arm.  

I was used to trying to lighten painful moments with my dumb humor. So the first thing that came out was. 

“Well i'm glad that I'm not.” smiling at him. Xavier let out a laugh and wiped the rest of his tears away.     

“But- yeah.. I like you too.” My voice suddenly more timid and shy. I had never confessed my feelings for someone. He leaned closer to the bed and pressed a kiss to my hand. And clutched it between both of his hands.

I forgot that we were in a public space for a moment and the door of the room opened. Xavier and I both looked as a nurse with a clipboard walked in. Her eyes went from him to me and again from him to me.

“I told you to call out when she woke up.”            

[kshira]

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐖/ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐓!

+ albedo, kazuha, heizou, childe, zhongli, tighnari

tw. gender neutral reader! lots of smooching, very suggestive

an. i didn’t even care for tighnari and now he’s on 90 with his signature weapon. send help.

☉ 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨

within the temperature collecting a colder tone albedo catches his breath colliding with the flesh air, he smiles at you—sneaking a glimpse of your lips albedo leans over to press his against your own, using his hand to gently grip against your hip. “i’ve missed this the most” he whispers, moving his lips in sync with your own, while his other hand he cups your cheek to bring you even closer to him. “i shouldn’t ever go another day without kissing you” albedo adds, smiling when he feels your hands come up to wrap around his neck. “perfection seems to taste just like you, hm?” albedo hums, continuing the kiss until your face melts with his and it has to be below temperature outside but with him; it feels as if the earth will burn to the ground.

☉ 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

kazuha takes one bandage wrapped finger and places it on your plump lips, tracing the digits over the lines carved into your mouth—kazuha inhales a sharp breath, hitched within his lungs as you part your lips. “they’re so soft” he smiles at you, pulling his hand back to watch your expression shift to his own lips. “can i kiss you, love?” kazuha smiles, the wind twists strands of hair off his face and he looks so beautiful—crimson orbs flickering a seldom flame as you lean into seal a kiss against kazuha’s lips. he lightly chuckles into your mouth when the kiss grows needier as kazuha inches closer to you. and he can’t get enough, how your lips feel against his, the world spins enough to drag his torso across the ends of the earth yet kazuha keeps landing back right on you—those lips, that if he keeps searching will never be enough unless they’re with you.

☉ 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮

heizou enjoys taking his time, precisely pulling back each layer of every specimen he’s ever encountered and even you are never an exception to his expansive mind. “cute” heizou mutters under his breath, taking one single digit and tracing it down the entirety of your chest, he stops to flicker his eyes up at you, “and those little noises you keep trying to hide from me, they’re so cute too.” heizou meets his lips back on yours, crashing against your mouth as his hands begin to search for new places he’s yet to discover, slowly guiding them below your waistline as his tongue slides into your inner cheeks. you can’t help but moan into his lungs, heizou only groans back as he deepens the kiss—heavy thrusts down between your legs as things begin to unravel and just when you’re ready to completely let down your walls—he pulls back leaving you a flustered, swollen mess. and heizou does nothing but smile so menacingly, “don’t look at me like that, i have to take my time—you should know that by now or do i need to remind you over and over again, hm?”

☉ 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

to say the least—childe is very thorough with how he kisses you, once his eyes meet your own he is all over you, fingers mercifully gripping against the plush of your hips while he pins you against the wall. your hands only get in his way so of course childe is raising them above your head as his mouth ghost over your lips. “such an obedient thing you are” he coos, a sinful grin sewed upon his lips as childe leans in crashing his mouth on yours and without another second casted in the timeline he’s fully engulfed in your mouth, panting as he pulls back with a string of spit connected between your lips, “g-god, i don’t think all i can do is just kiss you” childe gasps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before he’s crashing his elbow beside your head, putting his lips right back on yours. you feel his hips begin to press between your legs, a warmth seeping through your stomach—childe eyes paint black and you just know he’s true to his words, if him saying it isn’t enough it surely has to be the way a familiar bulge pulsates between your legs.

☉ 𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

that precious twinkle illuminates through his eyes as zhongli grasps your face between his palms, the remembrance of your skin against his and just like that zhongli can’t wait another mortal second without his lips being graced on your own. the weight of the world clings indefinitely to your limbs yet you’re able to hold on to him while zhongli kisses you harder, the pigments of every single color linger on his brain while zhongli gently grips your chin harder. “you belong to me” he whispers, a smile spreading across his face as he feels himself pressing harder against you, “and by the way your body is reacting to me—you should know that you only belong to me.” warmth spreads across your cheeks while zhongli swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, allowing access inside your inner cheeks while his larger palms roam across your curves. maybe it’s not the best way to greet him in the doorway of your home with the way zhongli eyes grow darker the more he kisses you—he assumes the bedroom would be a better place to kiss you—amongst all the other things he wants to do to you.

☉ 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢

tighnari ears perk at the sound of light footsteps, gently padding in his direction, “i thought you were sleeping” he murmurs looking up from a leaf placed neatly between his palms. with a wind brushing past his face tighnari feels a warm presence beside him as his cheeks blister brighter with the sun dipping under the growth of the earth. “y-you can sit here but do not pester me” he stutters, prying the foliage from his hands and placing it on the ground, tighnari sighs when not a single solid thought can be processed through his mind when all he’s thinking about—is you. “i’ve been wanting to do this for a while now and even though i said to not bother me, may i?” his eyes widen at the pure innocence painted on your face, percuilat orbs questioning his antics and tighnari inhales a sharp breath before leaning over to cradle the back of your head. “this is for the times when you questioned it and i never gave you an answer” his voice reaches past your lips before being met with his own, crashing his mouth with yours until a steady pace is formed. “just what i thought” tighnari gasps into your mouth before kissing you harder—and so much rougher, “you’ve left me breathless.”

[chaneajoyyy]

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II

[ifeelalot]

“... shooting ... stars!”

[eufezco]

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY || STEVE X READER

IN WHICH Steve has to face his feelings for you in the worst way possible.

-> english isn't my first language

You partied last night as if it was your last day on Earth. Halloween was your favorite day of the year and nothing nor anyone would mess it up for you. If you were honest, you drank too much at that party that you were only able to remember two things and both of them made your mouth go dry.

The first thing you remembered when you woke up was seeing Steve there too, dancing around with Nancy Wheeler which you would have preferred not to remember but you thanked having in mind how handsome Steve looked with those sunglasses and dressed up all in black.

Now, after being hungover all morning, Mike, Will, Lucas, and Dustin were chilling in your room, messing with your comics and waiting for the redheaded girl to arrive so you all could start the Halloween movie marathon. Steve and you were sitting in your bed choosing the best film to watch first when the doorbell rang.

—That has to be Max. Going! —You went downstairs and opened the door just to face the second thing you remembered about last night's party.

—Sorry, my shitty brother insisted —. Max went inside your house, running upstairs knowing perfectly well the way to your room.

—Your- Your brother?

She didn't even give you time to ask.

—Wow, hi again —.The second thing leaned against the door frame, showing you a beautiful smile and making you gulp.

From last night you remembered Steve having fun while being beautiful, but you also remembered how Billy's lips moved smoothly with yours, one of your hands grabbing his blonde curls, feeling his hot body pressed against yours, the taste of alcohol on his tongue, while your other hand touched his naked chest so lustfully. His hands held your hips in place as your back was against a wall.

—Hi, Billy. I didn't know you were- I didn't know you were Max's brother.

—Half-brother.

You nodded. This couldn't be happening to you. Max did mention to you that she had a brother and now you wished you'd have asked her more about him. Oh god, would Max know?

—So you've been the one keeping Max busy.

You let out a fake chuckle, honestly you were so nervous you wanted to close the door and hide under your bed. —Yeah, sorry about that. I just love hanging out with her.

Billy shook his head, that breathtaking smile never leaving his lips. —It's fine. You know, I'm glad to know it's you she's been around with —. He was leaning more and more every time he had the chance, getting dangerously close to you and licking his lips.

—She's a good kid —. You added.

Billy was shameless, and your house was full of kids, one of them being his stepsister, and having him all over your body wasn't something you'd like them to see. You stepped back, trying to escape him when you bumped into Steve's chest.

—Well, well, well. King Steve Harrington. —Billy said, making the boy behind you roll his eyes.

—What are you doing here, Billy?"

—Just came to drop Maxine off and stopped by to say hi to the most beautiful girl in Hawkins. We were talking about how much fun we had last night, it was great, wasn't it?

You gulped again, a wave of heat spread across your cheeks. The tension between the two men snapped when Billy announced he was already leaving, the teasing smirk never leaving his lips. —See you around, sweetheart. Harrington.

You made a grimace when Billy turned around and started his way back to his car. The door closed and you let out all the air you had in your lungs. —Wow, that was-.

—So it was Billy you made out with last night?

You stopped for a second, thinking about what he just said. —I don't know what are you talking about, Steve.

How did he know? Did he see you? It was impossible that he knew just because of Billy's attitude. Your heart felt heavy inside your chest.

—Nance told me she saw you kissing someone.

—Of course it's always Nance —.You mocked him.

Steve was in the middle of the living room with his arms crossed waiting for your answer. It made you angry that Steve seemed so demanding because you didn't need to give him any explanation yet there he was, so definitive about you confirming what Nancy saw.

—So she's right —. He assumed.

—And what if she is huh?

—I don't know, you just didn't seem the type to hook up with random people at parties.

You raised your eyebrows at his words, your eyes almost popping out of their sockets. —What's that supposed to mean?

Steve went silent. You were offended and now he was the one not answering you.

—I actually know what that means. It means that even though you don't want anything with me, you like me being after you like some fucking lapdog.

Steve chuckled. —Honey that's not my fault. You are the one who's always after me for some attention.

Your whole body tensed and Steve right away realized what he had said.

—It's over. I'm over you. Find someone else to boost your ego. Maybe Nance would do a good job.

You turned around to go upstairs when you noticed Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and Max were on the stairs, and because of Max's face, you would say that they've heard the whole thing.

You felt ashamed, your eyes not even wanting to look at none of the kids and moving around the room until you decided to focus on the floor. —I'm sorry, Max. I didn't know he was your brother —. You mumbled when you passed by her side while going to your room, your fists clenched and your cheeks burned because of the shame, but especially because of the anger Steve made you feel. Having to apologize for the situation Steve put you through. You closed the door with a strong slam.

Steve immediately tried to run upstairs and go into your room after you but Max was faster than him and blocked him the way. The girl shook her head at him and Steve huffed in response, going downstairs running his hands over his face and not saying a thing to the rest of the boys before leaving the house with another strong slam.

—I'll go —.Dustin said to Max and the girl nodded.

Dustin left your house and Max went inside your room.

You were on your bed lying on your stomach, your face hidden in the pillows. Steve was pacing down the road, kicking a rock and mumbling words in complete desperation that Dustin couldn't decipher.

Max sat on the edge of your bed, you didn't need to lift your face to know that it was her. Dustin sat on the roadside watching his best friend pace around.

For a moment, none of the four said anything, Max giving you the time you needed and Dustin doing the same with Steve.

—Why you acted like that?

Steve stopped immediately when his friend verbalized the question that had been on his mind since he left your house.

Unlike Dustin, Max didn't know how to start a conversation with you. She had a lot of things to say; she knew that what Steve did was wrong and that she would scream it to his face if she could. On the other hand, she couldn't find a reason why you should feel guilty or apologize to her, even though she felt disgusted by her brother and this whole situation. Maybe she should start by saying that to you.

—You acted like an idiot, you know? —Dustin added more fuel to the fire. —You literally had zero rights, Steve, zero, to claim her like that. Yet you did!

The older boy was silent and static. —I know and I'm sorry —. Steve mumbled, his hands in his pockets. Dustin could not hear his words, so he kept going.

—I- I don't think you should apologize —.Max used the same tone as Steve but your room being a quieter place made you hear her. You snuggled up in your bed. —He's the one who should be sorry.

—I am sorry, okay?! I really am! —Steve cut off Dustin who kept telling him off. How bad he did, how it seemed like he was playing with you, how Steve should clear his mind before acting like that. It was almost as if Dustin was the older one and Steve was the little boy.

—I'm not the one you have to tell.

Dustin was mad because he knew how Steve had been feeling about you lately. Steve never told him explicitly but Dustin was his best friend, the person who knew him the most. Not accepting his feelings for you was making the man frustrated and unbearable. That frustration hiding the regret of rejecting you last year when you confessed to him. You were aware that he would not reciprocate your feelings, but you just needed to let it out to let him go.

—Look, if you like Billy-.

You shook your head. —I don't. Not like that.

Max couldn't deny she felt relieved, she knew Billy wasn't good and that he would only hurt you. She nodded, realizing what was going on. You still had feelings for Steve. You barely talked about him anymore since he started dating Nancy, and when Max asked, you would only say you were happy for him. For them.

—Say it, Steve.

Steve frowned. —Say what?"

Dustin took a deep breath, putting aside the urge to punch his friend. —Just say it out loud man —. He insisted, both of them getting on each other's nerves. Steve asked the same to Dustin, even more desperate now. —Say it, you coward! Say how you feel about her! —Dustin stood on his feet approaching Steve.

—I like her, okay?! I like her, I- like her.

Dustin nodded satisfied. He looked at Steve, who apparently was realizing now what he just said as if his subconscious betrayed him.

—I can't deny that the idea of you and Billy kissing makes me want to rip my brains off —. Max said and you both giggled.

Max's words made you feel warm. You sat on the bed and she sat in front of you. She mentioned a million times how much she hated men, and how you both should forget about them and buy a house far from Hawkins, maybe somewhere in Europe, and live together. A knock on the door of your room surprised you two. "We heard the giggles." Lucas, Will, and Mike peeked their heads out. "Maybe we still could watch the movies." You and Max gave each other a quick glimpse, her eyes saying only if you felt like doing it. "Yeah, sure. Let's go." You made your way to the living room and sat down on the couch, Max next to you resting her head on your shoulder.

Right when you pressed play, the doorbell rang, getting in response a huff from everyone in the living room. You paused the movie and went to the door to find Dustin all alone. "He left." You nodded slowly at his announcement. "Good." You said but that was not what you were thinking.

The regret was killing him, his stomach hurt and he went to bed like three hours ago but his eyes hadn't close for more than five seconds. You and the kids were on your third movie when they started to fall asleep one by one, so you decided to get up from the couch and get their beds ready: two mattresses and cozy blankets for Mike and Lucas while Dustin and Will took the couches. Max was snuggling up in your bed next to you, the warmth of your body making the girl cuddle you and you brought her closer to you. Not five minutes passed since you got into bed when you realized you were not gonna sleep much that night. Now it's been two hours and you were right. Your head was a mess and it was loud, the overwhelming sensation of you thinking you overreacted with Steve not letting you sleep. The only thing that kept you calm was focusing on your fingers braiding and working on Max's hair. Did you overreact? Max did understand you, and if you would've overreacted, she would've told you straight up. Dustin's grimace of redemption also felt like he understood you. The kid tried to talk to you when you went to the kitchen between the first and the second movie, but you answered him with a "Please Dustin, not tonight" and he didn't insist, which you thanked.

He couldn't take it anymore. Steve felt like his soul was trying to escape from his body and run to your house.

The sound of something hard hitting your window made you stop playing with Max's hair while she was sleeping peacefully in your chest. You stared at the window, waiting for it to happen again or accept that it had been an insect trying to get into your room. But no, there it was again. The small object impacted against the glass again. You stood up carefully to not wake up the girl and approached the window when that thing crashed against the glass again, making you take a step backward. "What the-" You murmured. You checked that Max was still sleeping before finally looking through the window, Steve picking another stone to throw it as softly as he could until he saw you opening the window.

"It's three in the morning, what are you doing here?" Your tone was sharp. "I couldn't sleep." Steve confessed. You arched your eyebrows and rolled your eyes, pretending to close the window again and go back to bed with Max. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, okay?" He said to stop you from leaving him hanging.

"Steve Harrington being sorry."

"Give me a break, y/n." Your mouth opened in surprise. "Give you a break? When you literally called me a slut and lapdog before. Give YOU a break?" You could jump right now off your window and give him the beating of his life.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"You literally called me a lapdog."

"I mean the slut part." You waited. "And I'm sorry for the lapdog thing. You know I love having you around all the time." His sweet words won't save him from this one. You pretended to close the window again, not wanting to hear what sounded like a lie to you. "Look, could you- Could you come down? So we can talk."

Could you? Could you give him that benefit after all? You rolled your eyes and closed the window. Max was still sleeping, you covered her better with the blankets and went downstairs as quietly as possible to not wake up the boys sleeping in the living room. Steve was now waiting for you at the front door, impatient to see you and to be able to fix this mess with you. You closed the door behind you. "Hi." Steve said. You licked your lips and hugged yourself as you said hi back to him in a whisper. Steve cleared his throat. "So, what do you want? Some of us were sleeping." You wanted to get out of this situation quickly. "You were not sleeping." You frowned and when you were about to talk, Steve went ahead. "Those are not your sleeping socks." He pointed at your feet. "And you still got your makeup on. You never go to bed with makeup on you." You gulped looking around, trying to hide the amazement you felt when he noticed those things. "Steve." You interrupted him when he was going to make another comment about you wearing a ring, which also let him know that you weren't asleep. He took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I truly am. You are my- You are my best friend and I don't know why I acted like that. I'm an idiot and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything I said. I guess I was-" Steve made a suspiciously long stop, you made a grimace, waiting for him to continue. "Jealous."

"Jealous of what exactly? Of another man getting my attention instead of you?"

"Of you and Billy okay! Of what happened between you and Billy last night I guess." That surprised you. You needed to test the situation to let him that your feelings for him were the same as they were a year ago, but without saying it explicitly.

"There's nothing between me and Billy. We were- We were drunk, and I saw you dancing with Nancy and-"

"There's nothing between me and Nancy either. Not anymore. We're just good friends." Steve did the same. He let you know his feelings for you without explicitly stating them. You nodded, feeling your cheeks and ears grow hot. "Good." You replied to him. Steve felt the same burning sensation on his face, his cheeks getting a cute pink color. God, it's been so long since he had felt these things for anyone that Steve thought he got himself into a time machine and time-traveled to when he was 13. "Good." He said back.

"Um... Do you wanna come in?" Steve nodded. You turned to open the door and when you turned to him again to warn him that the kids were sleeping in the living room, he took a step forward and using his hands on your cheeks, he kissed you. Steve's lips were soft, just as you've imagined, and they moved perfectly. It was a needy kiss, on his part showing you how much his feelings for you have changed since last year, and on your part, accepting his feelings and reaffirming yours.

You thanked your bed was big enough for three people. Steve was sleeping by your side but also was Max. The girl hugging you from behind, her head on your back, and Steve hugging you both, his face really close to yours, giving you a sweet good night kiss on your lips before closing his eyes.

[johnnyrobish]

Scientists Discover First Known Plant-Eating Shark

Scientists Discover First Known Plant-Eating Shark:  Researchers at UC Irvine and Florida International University have confirmed that the bonnethead shark is the world’s first known omnivore shark - one that prefers eating both plants and meat.  OK, so they found a shark who happens to enjoy a little side salad when it eats a surfer.  What’s the deal?

https://www.johnnyrobishcomedy.com

Woman Gets Rare Case of Hairy Black Tongue From Antibiotic:  While recovering in a hospital after a serious car accident, a 55-year-old Missouri woman began complaining of nausea and a bad taste in her mouth.  Upon examination, doctors found she had a rare case of a condition called “black hairy tongue” - thought to be a side effect of the antibiotic minocycline.  Come on now, this can’t be a real condition!  This study has be just tongue-in-cheek. 

https://www.johnnyrobishcomedy.com

Group Debates How to Deal With Earth Bound Object Alerts:  Experts say they’ve begun what could be considered contentious debates over how to deal with the uncertainties, misunderstandings and political wrangling sparked by alerts over dangerous objects that appear to be on a collision course with Earth.  Conferees say so far the discussion has remained civil and no one has made a complete astroid out of themselves.

[wroteclassicaly]

Warnings: Filth below!

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Steve Harrington is addicted to being pussy drunk. His face is always flushed, right down to his hairy chest, the five o’clock shadow cascading across his chin and around his jaw is soaked with arousal, his lips red and swollen from alternating kisses on your own mouth, all over your neck, and sucking on your clit. His tongue is aching from the work it’s taken to drink your cunt as he milks your orgasms for all they’re worth. Sometimes he’s beneath your sheets, the dim glow of your bedroom lamp or the moonlight surrounding his freckled spattered physique. He’s moaning underneath the fabric, his body working back and forth—a visible shape beneath the blankets.

When you lift the blanket (sometimes completely off to see yourself riding his mouth) he’s absolutely hazy in diabolical pleasure, lost to the ridiculous debauchery, cheek pressed against your thigh, cock rutting into the mattress, irises mere flakes of scattered cinnamon across an expanse of inky black pupils. He hums, tendons in his throat straining. Steve Harrington does not need to be touched to get off on your pleasure, especially if it’s involving your perfect cunt.

Other times he spreads you out on the backseat of his car, enjoying how the windows fog up with your heavy breathing, how your calves tense against his neck as your legs are thrown over his shoulders, feet knocking into his window. Bad day? He can fix it. Celebrating? Fuck yeah, ride his face!

Anywhere in public that he can get away with dropping to his knees or bending you over to try new positions to lick inside of you. And you wonder, does this man take notes? Cause’…

Your personal favorite is seeing Steve in nothing but his little tight denim jeans, cock straining and begging for mercy against the heavy barrier. His perfectly gifted fingers keeping your thighs held wide open, his mouth slurping sloppily from you, no rush, just lazy enjoyment.

And if you ask Steve what he likes the most? Well, all of it, but there is one occasion… or more. He remembers those times with a twitch between his thighs, how you’re completely naked and he has access to keeping your breasts in his hands, your body sprawled out shamelessly, scent clinging to his bed spread, slick pooling beneath your ass. You tug and run your fingers through his hair as if it’s your lifeline, sometimes splaying your hands across his wrists, arching that cunt into his face and rutting against his hot mouth. He never stops you, let’s you own your pleasure, use him.

And that moment when your dirty mouth starts spouting off the nastiest comments… Steve usually sheds his pants and rubs his cock with a closed fist or into the bed, depending on his mood. He looks at you through his lashes, glazed eyes wet with desire. He’ll give your ass biting slaps, beckoning you impossibly closer, until his nose is smashed into your clit and your arousal is invading his every sense. It doesn’t matter if you’re shaved, trimmed, or not. The little shit will run his fingers through your sticky curls, tutting in appreciation.

There’s also times that Steve needs you, and he takes you right to bed or in the chair, maybe over a piece of whatever furniture or surface is nearby. You let him feast on you like a starved animal, and you accept it like it’s your last day on earth (who fucking knows in Hawkins…).

Steve likes splitting your labia open with his fingers and hearing that first squelch. He’ll toss out a praise and kiss you there, maybe tease your thighs a little first.

Steve Harrington is always in the mood to worship your pretty little pussy.

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