#but i looove swimming :]

[sticks-pics]

🌊☀️ beach day ☀️🌊

[levis-poison-is-my-medicine]

This is what happens when multiple people gift you tea advent calendars.

They know me well, lol.

[fr33kachu]

These were posted to his twitter too but i loved Bongwater pool party enough to put it here too ☀️💦

[peppermintbutch]

Before and after swimmy 🦆

[kingslayerstew]

you see this? 👇 dragon

[beemovieerotica]

I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven't seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka "raptures of the deep"

basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.

she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.

if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.

because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.

a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.

instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.

she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.

when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍

[clementiens]

physically i'm still. well. you know. but emotionally mentally spiritually etc swimming naked in the river has fixed me

[aria0fgold]

I crave a really specific minecraft mod that I think no one had made yet at all and it's really just adding a gigantic water creature that'd make my fight or flight instincts kick in the moment I see it to the point that I'd be so scared to touch the water in minecraft ever again. Yes, I have thalassophobia and yes I still want the giant water creature.

[mlmshipbracket]

ROUND 6: POLL #1 - Semifinals

ROUND 6 POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Siffrin/Isabeau:

I've put mid paragraph spoilers in || brackets || and paragraphs of spoilers make "spoilers ->"

I should mention that them having romantic feelings for each other is a partial spoiler?

What if. A silly little he/they guy. But! He's really messed up emotionally and mentally. Like. Constantly puts others first to his own detriment and calls himself manipulative kind of messed up. Also he's in a time loop. NOT a fun one. But! There's this jock in his party that he can joke with. And they looove making him smile! And! That jock is head over heels for our tiny hero. But! Neither of them can admit their feelings! ||Even if they know the feelings are mutual!!|| AND THE JOCK DOESN'T KNOW HE'S IN A TIME LOOP!!! AND LITTLE GUY WON'T TELL HIM! CAUSE THEY DON'T WANT HIM TO WORRY!!

I love them sooo much! They are my favorite he/they x ||trans masc|| couple <3

Siffrin is soooo insecure and I'm 100% sure Isa could fix him if he wanted to. They love telling each other just the worst puns and jokes imaginable.

[SPOILERS] -> Isa was a big nerd before he decided he wanted to be a huge jock and now he wants to design clothes now that he saved his county (along side his other friends)

Siff is just a little guy (literally)(he is short) who loves the stars abs doesn't remember a lot about his past. He constantly worries if he's being enough for the rest of his companions and always tries his best to make sure they're happy. He has soooo much trouble seeing value in himself and prioritizing his own needs and it makes me soooo sad :( he deserves to have someone like Isa.

[SPOILERS] -> Siff knows that Isa wants to confess after thier battle w the bbeg, but siff can't get Ida to say it no matter what they try :(

Eustass Kid/Killer:

Propaganda by @chronoirrai [HERE]

Friends/lovers since childhood, would kill and die for each other. [SPOILERS for those who have not watched/read the Wano arc yet] Killer ate a defective SMILE fruit to safe Kid, making him unable to swim and show any other emotion than laughing (and gains him nothing), and he also knew exactly where to cut off Hawkins' arm so he wouldn't harm Kid (because he knows his body so well). Kid promises to kill whoever makes fun of his partner, and lets himself be recaptured after escaping prison because Killer had gotten himself captured.

If this ain't love idk what is.

The captain/right-hand man dynamic. They call each other aibou (partner). If your partner doesn't tell you that he will send whoever laughs at you to hell then he is not worth it. Killer hates his own laugh to the point that he stopped laughing out loud and started wearing a mask. But then he was forced to eat a defective devil fruit (because they promised he could see Kidd if he did) so he's been cursed to only laugh no matter what emotion he's trying to express. That's why Kidd said that, it's so full of weight for someone like Killer. And when Kidd was imprisoned and he worked so hard to escape, but as soon as he saw Killer being pulled into the same prison he just broke out from mans did not hesitate for even a second to go right back in.

[bloodibambiidoll]

A week of weird!girl outfits. I’ve seen a few people do this with their readers and I think it’s so cute so I made one for our girlie. I absolutely looove fashion so this was sm fun🎀

Monday: Rafe usually works all day on Monday’s so weird!girl spends a lazy day at home, waiting for him of course(yes that’s his hoodie). She usually just watches tv or movies, plays video games, orders some boba off door dash. This is really just an average day at home alone for her.

Tuesday: Rafe likes to run errands on Tuesday’s. Random little shit like the grocery store and going to the pet store to get stuff for her weird!Girl’s bunny. She likes to be comfy these days because errands tend to make her stressed and comfy clothes lessen her sensory overload.

Wednesday: Beach day. Weird!Girl isn’t big on swimming or getting wet but what she is big on? Looking cute in a little beach outfit. Sitting on Rafe’s lap while he drives his expensive ass boat and drinking fruity little drinks in the sand.

Thursday: Date night!! These aren’t always on Thursday’s but one night a week when Rafe gets off work he likes to treat his lil weird!girl to a night out. Dinner at her favorite restaurant. The carnival that’s in town for the week. Taking her to that movie she’s dying to see. Anything her heart desires, it’s hers, really.

Friday: Rafe likes to throw fat parties on Friday’s because weekends are for him and his girl. Weird!girl likes to show out on these days because she isn’t who people would expect Rafe to end up with so she has to remind these hoes that at the end of the day she is Rafe Cameron’s girlfriend. And there’s a reason for that.

Saturday: Shoppingg day with Rafe !! He takes his weird!girl to get her nails redone, to the mall, to all the little vintage shops she loves. And of course he takes her to her fav spot for lunch. Weird!girl loves thrifted and vintage pieces but at the end of the day she’s a rich girl at her core. She does prefer vintage designer pieces but Rafe can’t help but buy her all the pretty bags, shoes, and jewelry he sees that remind him of her.

Sunday: Lazy day with Rafe, weird!girl likes to wear her cutest little lingerie on these days because they’re usually free use days. Her and Rafe spend the whole day rotating between fucking, smoking, movie marathons and ordering food. These are her favorite days.

All things Rafe & his weird!girl here

[thriftedtchotchkes]

hi ur writing is so so good, makes me go insane ur amazing

okay so could you do a normally dom!joel but one day he has the day off and reader doesn’t, so all he does ALL day is think about her. When she gets home he’s worked himself into a frenzy, desperate asf. So instead of his usual dominant self he’s desperate!joel whining and whimpering for her to touch him, make him cum, moaning in her ear and grinding against her.. all of that fun stuff 🤭

thank u for ur time, pls excuse the depravity 🙏🏾

hi nonie! loooved this request so much. i got a similar one from @luvrxbunny, so i combined them a bit and made it a lil longer. hope you both enjoy!

omg ur so amazing ily pls pls pls pls pls pls pls can i have dom!joel with a praise kink 🙏🏾 he doesn’t even really realize it but reader does and she’s just pummels him with praise while he’s fucking her and he does feral, moaning and grunting in her ear i’m sorry im so feral

way too damn needy

pairing: joel miller x f!reader

warnings: 18+ MDNI, pre-outbreak, language, smut, dom-turned-sub!joel, gentle-dom!reader, praise kink, masturbation, phone sex, blowjobs, face fucking, lil fluff

word count: 2.8k

What a way to spend his only day off in weeks. The weather’s perfect for playing his guitar on the porch, and he thought he’d even squeeze in a swim before getting started on building that new bedside table for Sarah. He had plans. 

But instead, Joel’s stalking around his living room like a caged animal in an endless loop of waiting, waiting, waiting.

It’s like he’s been transported back to his teenage years when every guy in a relationship followed his girl around like a puppy, always at her beck and call. Wondering what she was doing, if she was thinking about him. Except he wasn’t even that guy in high school. Not then, and definitely not now.

There’s really no logical reason for him to be this wound up, totally unable to do a single thing on his to-do list just because you’re not home. Leave it to your company to be the only one in the entire country that doesn’t give their employees Labor Day off.

That’s probably a gross exaggeration, but what does he care? He’s been tragically affected by this clearly personal transgression, and has to wait…two more hours? Seriously? You normally leave around 5:30, which means you’re home by six, and he’s not sure he can wait that long.

The sad fact of it all is that he’s already wasted almost the entire day not enjoying all of those relaxing activities he’d planned for. What’s even sadder is that he’s been half-hard for most of it, intermittently pausing his ridiculous pacing to grind the heel of his hand into his crotch for relief. Petulantly waiting for you to get home and take care of it for him.

Well, another hour’s gone by, it’s 5 pm, and he’s officially past his limit. At this point, he's probably better off handling it himself, at least until you're finally back. Then, you’re all his. 

He’ll fill you up with every last bit of pent-up frustration he’s felt since you left the house this morning, making you regret not just calling in sick. You might have to tomorrow after he’s done with you.

Joel drops onto the couch, laying to face the door so he’s the first thing you see when you walk in. Pulling his boxers and jeans down just enough to get his cock out, he wraps his hand around himself, immediately hissing out a breath through his teeth. Shit, he’s been hard for hours and just that slight touch already has him leaking precum all over his fingers. 

For a moment, he worries that maybe he’s a little too worked up, that he’ll cum way before he gets the chance to make you sorry for making him feel so desperate. So needy. And that makes him mad.

It should be your fingers covered in precum, your plush lips sucking him down to the hilt, and your pretty pussy aching with the need to have him inside you. Funny how you’re always so good for him, except today when he needs you the most.

His hand starts to move languidly before he can stop it, the slide wet and tight, just like he knows you’ll be. But it’s not you, and that makes him even angrier. If he can’t feel you the way he needs to, then maybe your voice will hold him over until he can. 

The phone only rings twice before you pick up.

“Baby, I’m busy right now. What’s up?” you answer, slightly out of breath. 

It’s cruel, but Joel honestly doesn’t give a shit if you’re busy. Not when his mind is this clouded with thoughts of you on your back, breathing much heavier than you are right now. But he manages to keep that to himself.

“You comin’ home soon?” he asks gruffly, still tugging on his cock, head thrown back on the armrest of the couch.

“Uhh, probably leaving in about…a half hour?” Your voice lilts like you had to double-check the time. “Everything okay?”

“Any chance you can leave now?” he tries again, side-stepping your question. 

The desperation in his voice is obvious, and it makes him feel even more pathetic. He wonders if you can hear it. Part of him hopes you can.

“Why, did something happen? Is Sarah okay?” you ask, clearly concerned. 

“S’fine, everythin’s fine. Just miss ya, s’all," he lies shakily.

Of course, he misses you, but nothing here is fine. His angrily weeping cock is a testament to that. He's all but fucking into his own fist now, hips bucking off the couch as he pants into the phone.

“Joel, what—are you touching yourself? Jesus,” you mumble, and he can hear your heels clacking against the floor like you’re walking somewhere. Quickly.

“Been thinkin’ about ya all damn day. Dunno why you went into work on a fuckin’ holiday,” he grunts. “Should’a been here with me, on your back, beggin’ for my cock like a good girl.” 

You inhale sharply and, though muted through the phone, he hears it loud and clear, dribbling more precum down his shaft. Unfamiliar voices start to filter through the speaker, so he’s guessing you can’t say much. 

And that’s okay. He has no problem filling the silence. Joel loves talking to you while he’s getting off.

“Had me feelin’ needy today, babygirl. Y’know I don’t like that,” he says dangerously. Your heels hit the ground faster, and he subconsciously matches his strokes to your pace. “Thought I was losin’ my mind for a while there. Was just about ready to let you do whatever you wanted to me when you got home, s’long as I got to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”

A door slams in the background, then all he can hear is you panting heavily in his ear. But when you finally speak again, your voice sounds different. Less like his good girl, and more like someone who knows they hold all the power.

“Oh, poor baby,” you coo, catching him off guard. “Did I leave you alone too long?”

He can tell you’re mocking him but, for some reason, his resolve starts to slip away more and more with every violent throb of his cock. Maybe it’s desperation. Or maybe he just likes it. 

“I’m so sorry,” you continue, murmuring sweetly in his ear. “I can make it all better…but only if you wait a little longer. Can you do that for me? Be my good boy.”

He bites back a groan, gripping the base of his cock hard to keep from cumming then and there. That's...new. And sexy as hell. He's still frenzied to the point of no return, but you also might've rewired something in his brain because he suddenly realizes he does want to be your good boy. Badly.

Fuck, he hopes you get home soon.

That last half hour of work was torture. You spent the entirety of it, and the car ride afterward, marinating in your soaked underwear, anticipating everything Joel has in store for you when you get home.

You're not sure what came over you on the phone, but it sounded like he enjoyed it. A lot. It’s a dynamic you’d never thought to try in your relationship, not with Joel’s domineering personality. The fact that he went along with it at all must mean he’s going through it, and that’s something you’re a little too excited to see.

The house is quiet when you walk in, save for the sound of your keys dropping into the bowl by the door. You turn to hang your bag on a nearby coat rack, and that's when you see him.

Joel, still lying on the couch exactly where you assume you left him after your call, with his hand squeezed tight around the base of his cock. He looks like a goddamn mess—sweating, hard as a rock, and leaking all over himself. His eyes are a little wild, more so than you've ever seen them. Christ, poor baby. You didn’t think your absence would affect him this much.

“Aw, sweet boy. Is all this for me?" you smile softly. He sucks in a breath, visibly twitching in his hand, and your smile widens. “Sit up, I can’t play with you like this.”

He complies immediately, and it sends a shiver up your spine. You love how well he’s listening, even though he almost looks like he's in pain after being in this state for so long. For that, you think he deserves a reward.

So, you give him one—the one he’s been waiting for all day. You undress for him, maintaining eye contact as you slip off your stuffy business attire, finally ridding yourself of your oppressively sticky underwear. 

Dropping to your knees between his legs, you gaze up at him affectionately, mouth inches away from his drooling cock. 

"Tell me what you want," you lean in, pressing your lips against the smooth, velvety skin. "Still wanna fuck me? Get me on my back, begging for it?"

Your tongue darts out to taste him, and you moan, licking a wide stripe up to wrap your lips around the tip. He's salty and heady, and so fucking delicious, but he still hasn't answered you. Instead, his fingers thread through your hair, guiding you down halfway and back up, shallowly fucking your mouth.

"I—fuck, please...," he's struggling with his words, whimpering around each syllable. "—baby, I waited...been good, did what ya said."

You nod your head understandingly, or at least try to as you continue to let him thrust into the inside of your cheek. His eyes are hyperfocused on the way your skin bulges around him, each stroke sending a shockwave of pleasure straight down his tightening balls.

"Christ, you feel good. Worth waitin' for, so fuckin' worth it," he rasps, his fingers tensing in your hair. "Need ya to—," he repositions your head so he can thrust further, deeper until he's nudging the back of your throat, "—ngh, make me cum. Suck harder, baby, please."

Soft, hiccuped moans escape his parted lips, increasing in volume when you start to drool around him, down your chin and onto your breasts. You can tell he's about to burst, feeling his skin growing taut against your tongue.

"M'gonna—haah, gonna...," desperation clouds his eyes, still dictating his every thought and move. 

But you don't let him because that's not what he said he wanted earlier. He's allowed to buck into you a few more times before you pull off with a loud pop, and the needy, frustrated whine he lets out almost makes you reconsider. Almost.

"I'm gonna make you cum, I promise, but not with my mouth," you tell him, voice tinged with disappointment, wrecked from the force of taking him like that. "You were doing so well for me. Come down here, keep being my good boy and I'll make you feel good."

Plopping down on the carpet, you spread your legs so he can see how wet you are for him. It's only gotten worse since earlier, slick coating your thighs, shiny and all the more inviting. You lay back, trailing your fingers up your belly to your breast to tweak a nipple, sighing as you reach out to him with your other hand.

Again, he obeys, his desire to empty down your throat all but forgotten. His shirt is quickly discarded, followed by everything below his waist, and then he's shifting onto the floor between your legs.

"There's my sweet boy," you coo, running your hands up his chest through a smattering of coarse, dark curls, and it rumbles under your palms as he mewls sweetly at your praise. 

He leans over you, hovering like he's waiting for permission to touch you, but he doesn't need it. The only thing you're trying to do is guide him, not control him. You want to make sure he gets exactly what he was so patient for. 

"Wanna feel you, babygirl. Let me—," he amends what he was about to demand, "...can I touch you?"

You bite your lip nodding as you smile up at him, and he wastes no time dropping down to bury his face into the crook of your neck, sucking wetly as he presses his body flush against yours. You writhe underneath him, just as pent up as he is by now, the realization triggered by how incredible his naked body feels on top of you. 

"Fuckin' hell, you're soft," he moans into your ear, propped up on his forearms. His cock brushes against your inner thigh, and his moan turns guttural, raw like it clawed its way out. "Mmph, I can't—"

He lurches up to crash his lips into yours, kissing you sloppily, hungrily, as his hips finally dip to drag against where you're soaked and aching. But not for nearly as long as he's been, and right now, he comes first. You need him to know he can have you. That he doesn't have to wait anymore.

"Don't...don't fight it. You've been perfect, you deserve it," you gasp out, and his hips jerk, your words forcing a low keen past his lips and into your mouth. "Take, baby. Take what you need."

Joel doesn't take, he seizes, laying claim to every part of you. Like he's afraid he won't get another chance if he doesn't take full advantage of what you've given him right now.

He faintly reminds you of a puppy lacking object permanence, believing the next time you leave, he'll be stuck waiting for you to come back to him forever. God, you're not even sure how you fucked him up so badly, but it's clear by the way he's handling you that he won't let you go again.

He moves quickly. One moment, he's leaning back on his heels, digging his fingers into your waist to yank you up onto his thighs, and the next, he's fucking into you as hard and fast as a bullet train. His cock somehow feels thicker, heavier than it ever has when he breaches your cunt, and the stretch has you clawing at the carpet beneath you.

"Missed you all day, wanted you all goddamn day," he growls, plowing into you forcefully enough to make your brain go fuzzy. "Fuck, babygirl, you got no idea what I've been through."

Christ, that feels—it feels...Christ. He's hitting something. You have no idea what, but it feels ungodly, like if he keeps going just like that, you'll cum without his fingers on you at all. It's happened before with Joel, but it's rare—and it's only when he's deep, lighting up all of your nerve endings at once. Fuck, he's being so good today.

"S'okay, you're okay," you gasp, clenching down around him when he suddenly pounds into the spot dead on. "I...I'm here now. Just keep going there, right there."

He nods frantically, gritting his teeth as you continue to tighten around him.

"Good boy," you mumble deliriously, your back arching completely off the ground as your orgasm rocks you. 

"Shit, you—'m not touchin'...fuck, baby, you cummin'?" 

It hits him all at once, what's happening, and then he's cumming, too. He's loud through his entire release, alternating between drawn-out moans and hiccuped whimpers as he fills you up with a whole day's worth of pent-up frustration.

Thrusting until your aftershocks have subsided, he grinds in deep one last time, letting you milk him completely dry before he pulls out. You're boneless underneath him, your eyes glazed over while his are finally clear for the first time in almost ten hours. 

He lowers your body onto the floor and crawls over next you, pulling your body against his. His embrace is warm and pleasant, and enough to pull you out of your post-orgasm stupor. Wriggling in his arms to get more comfortable, you tilt your head back from where he'd tucked it under his chin to grin up at him.

"So you missed me, huh?"

He rolls his eyes, back to his usual, not-totally-depraved self, but you already know the answer. He just spent the last hour showing you exactly how much.

"Thought I already made that clear," he confirms gruffly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "Next time, could ya maybe just use your vacation days? Please?"

"Sure," you laugh, nuzzling into his neck. "I'll save them up just for you." 

You reach up to scratch your fingernails across his beard, your other hand petting the soft curls at the nape of his neck. A soft noise rumbles low in his chest, but he tries to play it off by clearing his throat. Playfully raising an eyebrow, you continue your ministrations and it happens again.

"Baby, quit, 'm not a dog," he deadpans, even as he leans into your touch, his body betraying him.

"You sure about that? Because you sure were needy like one today."

[somethingwickedarts]

“Well... I like night orchids and can't swim. Is that the sort of thing you meant?”

“Really? You’ve spent decades training to become an elite assassin but never learned to swim?…. Perhaps one day I’ll teach you.”

Just two clerics of selune in looove.

[iplayghoul]

hot tub sex wit ony ? drabble ?? oneshot ?? this longer than i thought it wld be i just cant stop talkin... its 11 am bruh

its soooo obvious that im more into a soft sex kinda vibe, always or rough sex written in the most gentle and soft way possible 🙈

so i cant help but constantly imagine hot tub sex wit ony. in my head at the start of the relationship he constantly gravitates towards our apartment. in his mind he felt it was safer for his partners always, not wanting you to feel yk at danger in a man's house despite how safe he made you feel BUT ofc you have a jacuzzi.

in this universe, like in my head, i imagine both ony and reader have jobs in the medical feild likkee maybe ony is a surgeon and reader is a private psychiatrist who sometimes picks up shifts at the hospital onyankopon works at ???

ANYWHO becuzz of this they sometimes work hard ass shifts, whether theyre long or short, its hard as fuckk and they come home tired. ony gets home first, maybe an hour earlier and he has a key card to your apartment so he can let himself in, feeds your pets and relaxes on the couch, thinking of if he should make you two dinner or order sumn.

then he thinks of the jacuzzi, a nice relaxing hot soak after a hard shift is all he needs so he stops petting your cat or roughhousing with the dog and orders sushi, grabbing a drink of his choice whether it be wine, a light alcohol or sum shit for yall to sip when the sushi comes.

i think you get home not long after the sushi is delivered. maybe 10 minutes later and its still fresh and warm OUU shit i need sum sushi rn 😭 and ony fine ass is in some black swim shorts with the sushi all out on a platter wit the sauces on it, and hes got his feet in the water while he jus sits on the side of the jacuzzi and calls out to let yk where he is

you take a quick rinse off before donning a bikini, a black one to match his b4 putting up your braids and joining him on the edge wit a kiss. i like to think ony loooves kissing. he loves stimulatin his mouth n his lips. its a long, soft kiss and u cant help but lean into each other its like ugghh at last i can relax and let my gaurd down and just be vulnerable after being in this big position at work yk? 🤭

so you share several long kissing before both getting waist deep into the hot tub, letting the bubbling heated fun engulf you both as you down pieces of sushi, feeding each other while staying connected at the hip. i think he cant help but put his hands on u, always letting it rest on ur hip. sometimes i tink he jus likes to be touching you at all times its like a safety thing, sometimes jus resting his hand on your shoulder, ankle, tummy, dont matterrr he wants to kno ur there.

its only a matter of time before talking about each others day becomes nothing more than a whisper of a conversation. and ur eyes cant leave each others lips... necks, chests... and then ur kissin again :) hehee and kissin all over each other so tenderly and meek.

just then hes slipping his hands under ur peachy squishy ass n lifting u to the edge of the tub, kickin ur feet in the air and he sees ur toes are done. pretty pink polish with a baby pink french tip, and baby pink flower designs dancing across a few toes ... hes not one to have a raging foot fetish but it entices him,,, sooo he puts ur toes in his mouth and it tickles a bit ! but feeling his hot tongue caress ur little toes carelessly makes u feel all warm, especially ur cheeks.

eeeeek and then he jus cant help but continue to lick , suck n kiss all about your ankle, i imagine ur gold/silver lil anklet has his name awn it cuz he doesnt want u to tattoo his name :<< , but his lips smooth there way up to your inner thighs and hes pullin ur panties to the side so his thick lips can sink into ur thick lips as he slowly jus... makes out wit ur cunt idk if i can even call it 'eating out' anymore, hes in luv with ur pussy. obsessed wit the way u smell down there actually. fuck a roses and flowers smell bitch he is stealin yo panties after a LONG day at work tf 😭 he jus like me fr ok ok.

i jus luv a soft sex moment, his tongue mixes wit u sooo well and ur whines are of no use to him cuz he's havin fun and everythings jus so... slow and relaxed. ur grindin up into his face slow too cuz what else can u do but relax and just let your man do his thing. hes laying his upper body into you, drinkin ur squirt when u cum and mushin his face all in ur cream when u do orgasm, its long and drawn out and so. good.

then he pulls u back in the water wit him, slippin his dick in u fluidly, connecting u both and honestly yall sit there for a good minute. just basking in each others immaculate warmth. the fuck is dragging , sloww and aching but neither of u care to move faster. ur holdin the edge of the tub and hes holdin ur legs up to your shoulders , usin each other as leverage to fuck into the other slow and deep. low moans r harmonizing wit each other and its just... perfect :(

all thruought the fuck n i cannawwt stress this enuf he is kissin on u , he cant help it. he revels in kissin all over ur face and lips even if ur too far gone to kiss him back , kissin on ur neck and ur tits that are all squished together cuz of the position annnnd kissin on ur thighs and ur legss as theyre so far up he can reach em wit his mouth. he presses kisses on ur head too . u deserve it :(( ohh u deserve it so bad and its moments like these that i luv always.

even when u guys cum , ur lips are locked and ur swallowing each others moans, and breathin hot in each others mouths when ur done.

why is this so long notice how i cant shut tf up ab soft sex ???? bye yall !

[rrezshifts]

𝓶𝙮 𝙝𝖔𝙗b𝙞𝙚s — ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ

𝓓ay 19. mittens -> What are your hobbies in your dr? How do you usually spend your down time?

despite how this reality sounds… i’m not a hero or a vigilante or even a villain. unfortunately i’m making this post before an introduction so that can be a common misconception. this dr is specifically focused on matt murdock and maya lopez too (literally no one else so far lmao). ALSO this is more based on the marvel comics rather than the mcu !!

anyway… since i’m not fighting or saving people, i have a lot more free time on my hands. i do usually like to use it to hang out with my friends as well as maya and matt. but when they’re busy here’s some of what i do:

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ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴅᴇꜱɪɢɴ & ᴠɪᴅᴇᴏ ᴇᴅɪᴛɪɴɢ

while this “hobby” is technically just my job, as i am a freelance graphic designer and short form video editor, i still enjoy using this art form to make things related to my interests or anything not business related.

i can definitely get tired of it though. there’s days where i have so much work to do or the one project i’m working on got a little tough. i’m just too drained to spend too much of my time on this hobby for the next few days. but i love watching the projects come together in any context and so when i have no work for a while sometimes it’s nice to still create something that other people can enjoy as well !!

ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ

my career track isn’t necessarily luxury just yet. and living in a decent sized apartment in new york means i don’t get too much money to spend on non-essentials. that and me going somewhere with a credit or debit card is dangerous !!

so instead i go to a mall or shopping center or any small shop with a friend or two. and we’ll walk around talking about everything we see, shopping with our eyes. talking about “well if i save up” and all that. we don’t buy anything other than like a snack or cheap meal and then the occasional splurge.

if any of us gets an extra large payday though, we take that as a “we have to go to the mall and shop with them”. we enjoy seeing each other be able to get things that makes them happy. so it’s a fun experience !!

ꜱɪɴɢɪɴɢ & ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ

despite the photos i used i am not professionally singing and dancing. in reality i just sing and dance in my apartment randomly throughout the day. i’m not even professionally trained. and most of the time i hate how i sound and don’t look at myself in the mirror when i dance so the likelihood any of it is good is so slim lmaoo 😹

maya is actually a dancer, she used to be a big performer, and still does occasionally dance. she’s a phenomenal ballet dancer. when she watches me dance she’s very entertained, she’d call it cute and i’d get embarrassed and then not dance in front of her for weeks

matt hears me sing often. the first time he did though he wasn’t meant to. he was in another room as i was singing under my breath. he didn’t tell me about his thoughts when he first heard it until after we started dating. i rarely sing in front of anyone, so the only time he ever does is when he catches it from afar.

ꜱᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ

i love love looove water! being in it is very calming so going to pools or the beach often is a must for me. i’ll just go to those places and swim for a while. not necessarily fast, like in training for the olympics. but more just swimming around at my pace and pretending i’m a merman 🧜‍♂️

i cap swimming off at most 2-3 times a week bc showering with chlorine/grime/salt coated hair is some of the worst things ever and i will not deal it with more than i have to. but i refuse to swim less than three times a month.

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[getonite]

𝗪𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗗𝗘 𝟲𝟰𝟳 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗠𝗥.𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥

💿: 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗪𝗢 1 3 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. ꒰ this track is a top male!reader one, which includes: masturbation, fingering, squirting, dirty talk, praise, jealous/possessive behavior from the reader ꒱

you've felt suguru's eyes on you for the past few days. it's reasonable considering you told him you'll take it step by step and you haven't touched him once since...then. you can practically hear the insecure thoughts swimming in that pretty head of his.

satoru's rambling on about something, suguru listening in interest. your eyes slightly narrow, a smile on your face. its obvious, satoru and suguru. the constant tension going on between them, and it certainly wasn't negative. checking the time on your phone to walk towards satoru's hilarious laughs, and suguru's giggles at both his words and laugh. suguru jumps when he feels your hands on his arms.

you nod in the direction both of you go in to get to the dorms. he looks between you and satoru. "oh, uh. sorry, satoru. gotta go," suguru excuses himself, leaving diamond eyes confused.

"you looove lookin' at satoru, huh?" you mumble, hands in your pockets as you walk back to the dorms. "wha—no i dont!" suguru urgently defends himself, the tips of his ears beginning to turn pink. he doesn't notice the way your eyes narrow at his reaction.

in fact, suguru doesn't notice the little things you do at all. that's the reason it took so long for him to approach you, ending in his first experience with oral. regardless of what he doesn't notice, you will always be the same. kind and gentle, until you get what you want. that smile that seduces twenty, the eyes that look kind upon the people you first meet, those large hands that could please anybody. it wouldn't matter if your smile wasn't seducing suguru, if your eyes weren't looking at him, and if your hands weren't lightly touching his skin, fucking his adorable cunt.

and your patience would have run out if he didn't come talk to you. and just now your patience thinned when you saw those beautiful brown eyes looking at him.

you wouldn't consider yourself a jealous person, but seeing satoru, a friend, touching all over and laughing at suguru, may or may not having pissed you off a little. but, suguru doesn't have to know that. just keep his pretty head focused on other things.

suguru nervously stepped into your room, stepping to the side in stiffness as you walk in. an amused expression crosses your face. "why are you so stiff? sit on the bed, love," you gently direct him. he does as you say with adorable obedience, watching as you dig in your nightstand.

its quiet as his eyes shift from you to his legs, chewing gently on his bottom lip. "do i...taste bad, or something? or—did i not do good?" suguru questions.

you raise an eyebrow at his words, setting the same mirror from last time, and the same bottle of lube on your nightstand. "hm?" you simply answer with a sound, a slight smile on your face as you understand what he's saying. "you haven't touched me in days, i thought i did something wrong..."

a chuckle leaves your lips. "well—no, you did fantastic. and no again, because pussy doesn't necessarily have a—good or bad taste," you start to speak. "i've just been a little...pent. and i had to take care of that."

"so, you fucked someone else?" suguru says plainly, following your movement as you sit on the bed, in front of him. "i didn't say that." a chuckle leaves your lips as you move closer to him, setting his spread legs on top of yours. with a tap to his thigh, you smile at him, silently asking can i take these off?

once you receive a nod you pull off his pants, a small damp spot being visible on his boxers. "wet already? you'd think i conditioned you to get wet when you see me," you mumble, sliding off his boxers aswell.

"w—what are we doing today?" surguru looks a bit nervous as you gently touch him. "we?"

his eyes trace your hands are you reach over and grab the mirror and bottle resting on the nightstand. "not me, you. i said we were using the mirror again." pushing the handle of the mirror in his hand, you spread his legs a bit more, propping them up. the confusion on his was adorable, you couldn't help but smile. "you said you haven't touched yourself, so that's what your gonna do, baby."

suguru shifts with a small "oh." he feels your hands grip his gently, positioning the mirror to where he can see and his other hand resting on his hip. "mhm, you okay with that?"

you watch him slowly nod. "well, where—do i touch?" its clear he's nervous. suguru's never thought about it before, touching himself, he enjoyed your touch, he wasn't quite sure about his own. "its okay, i'll guide you," you reassure him, a kind smile on your face, though he can tell something may or may not be hiding behind it.

you gently grab his hand, putting his fingers right on top of his clithood. "just touch." his thighs twitch when he slides his finger down, the unfamiliar feeling of his own fingers touching his vagina felt new and slightly uncomfortable because it was so new. a smile graces your face as you see him hesitantly touch, his his glued to the reflection in the mirror.

his thighs jolt again when you slide his fingers back up, directly on his clit. "top to bottom, yeah?" he looks down at you with a nod, carefully touching his clit hood, pulling it back to reveal his clit. you whistle.

"you'd look good with a clit piercing," you mumble to yourself, eyes on his fingers. he locks eyes with you, seemingly asking you what to do with your eyes. "keep going, baby," you answer him out loud, suguru getting the memo as he hesitantly touches his clit with a little, "ah."

you watch as finger presses harder on his clit, his lips parting in a silent noise. you quirk an eyebrow as he begins to rub his clit, finger moving in a circular pattern. suguru may not notice the sparkle in your eyes, but your slightly proud of him for taking a bit of initiative. the urge to slide a finger in his cunt is overwhelming, but you ignore it, thumbs gently rubbing his thighs.

"suguru," the call of his name makes him stop, turning his attention to you. "no, no. don't stop. but, this time tell me what you feel." his face burns, skin flushed red, and ears following suit as he realizes. with a slow nod he mumbles "yes, sir" before continuing.

the smile on your face starts to grow as his movements change, you watch it become hard to watch himself, his eyes squinting and widening. you watch the movements of his fingers change. is he copying the movement of my tongue? you let out an airy chuckle. naughty boy. you watch his chest start to stutter, his breathing becoming rapid. his fingers rubbing desperately against his clit. a whine leaves his lips, his eyes closing from the pleasure. "i—i feel tense 'n my inner thighs," he mumbles, breathing heavy as he fiercely rubs at his clit.

"i can't describe it. it just feels—it just—ah!" his tongue slide along his bottom lip before its captured beneath his teeth, his fingers now rapidly rubbing up and down.

"—feel like i gotta pee!" he shouts, his back arching, completely missing the rapacious grin on your face. but despite that, despite the erection straining against the fabric of your pants. you resist, chewing on your lip before speaking in the sweetest voice he's every heard. "open your eyes, baby. i want you to watch."

you see his lips quiver, eyes watering as he hesitantly opens his eyes, directing them towards the mirror, seeing just how wet he is for the first time. his mouth hangs open, the beathy sound in the back of his throat becoming higher pitched. "cum, baby. i know, just go ahead."

it seems your words were like a release command, a mix of a moan and a scream leaves his lips, thighs quivering and jerking, his hips jolting. he his widen as he notice what he's doing. a clear liquid spraying from in between his legs and onto your lap, fierce and vigorously, he soaks your lap and the sheets. his eyes no longer able to hold onto the sight they roll back, a string of moans and girlish whines leaves his lips. suguru geto just squirted in his best friend's lap.

coming down from high it settled in what happened unlike the first time where he couldn't even form words. he shoots up, looking down in between the two of you, his pussy clenching at the sight.

the fabric of your pants, wet and your large cock imprinting in them. he swore he started to salvate at the sight of your wet cock, courtesy of him. the size of you just now starting to register in his head.

"i...im so sorry," he whispers breathily, eyes glued to your cock before he feels your hand push him back onto the bed, his eyes finally noticing the carnivorous look on your face. you grin as if your about to eat him. he gulps at your expression, the feeling he receives going straight to his pussy. "no need to be sorry. but we're not done."

"what?" you can see both the confusion and alarm in his face. "but i already—"

"you thought, during this time of me prepping you, i would make you cum only once?" you chuckle. "also, that is your fault. i wasn't gonna make you cum twice, but you, made yourself cum."

suguru gulps, his knees moving inward shin being kept apart by your body. "when i said you were masturbating today, i meant that. there's more parts to that than fiercly rubbing that pretty clit of yours."

your grinning again, no sign of mercy or remorse in your eyes. but he can't deny, it is his fault. but, he took his pleasure in his own hands. that can't be all that bad right? i mean, that's what your "training" him to do. "suguru, move your fingers lower, c'mon babe."

suguru whines before sliding his wet fingers down further, eyes watching as he dips them between his folds. his thighs jolt again. the feeling seems so foreign, especially with his hands. touching he feels a small hole. "that's your urethra, lower babe," he hears you speak and obeys. i thought only biological guys had—nevermind. he touches, whimpering he touches his wet hole.

"there you go, right there," you coo with a smile. "part your fingers, so we can see your pretty pussy, c'mon." regardless of what you say, "pretty", "pussy,"...words that would normally have him uncomfy, make him swoon when they leave your lips. they have him wet and needy, body practically begging for your touch. but i guess you have that effect.

you praise him when he does just that, his vagina in perfect view of the both of you, it makes your cock twitch. "good boy," you coo, happy he obeyed, even happier at the reaction his body makes. the very clear view of his pussy clenching and relaxing at his words leaves him embarrassed. "oh? do my words happen to turn you on?" you tease him, fully aware of what your voice does to him.

he doesn't answer earning a frown and a slightly hard tap to his thigh. "what did i say about words, suguru."

"ah. it does...it does turn me on," he mumbles, sighing in relief when he sees your face return to a smile. sometimes your change in emotions gives him whiplash. "good. do me a favor babe and slip one your fingers in this tight little snatch, yeah?"

"tight little snatch?" fuck your voice for being so hot. "okay." suguru's eyes are in the mirror, watching as he presses the pad of his finger press against his cunt. he slowly pushes the tip of his finger in, thighs tensing at the feel. you could practically see the comical spiky thought bubble above his head. 'IT FEELS SO WEIRD!!'

"it'd be nice if you spoke what you felt, like i told you to." his attention suddenly turns to you, being reminded of your previous demands. "r—right. it...feels weird." he hears you chuckle, "well, you are touching the inside of your body. im certain it does."

a groan leaves his lips as he pushes himself to go deeper, his finger rubbing against his walls. you silently laugh at his face. "that's as far as you have to go. 'member what i did thr other day?" you put your finger in the air, making the motion you did when you slid your finger in his cunt the first time.

obeying like the good boy he is, he copies you. "i don't—don't feel the pleasure from before. it doesn't feel weird, cuz there's something in me," he hesitantly explains.

"curl your finger," you say blankly, resting your hand on his pelvis, thumb catching his swollen clit. he doesn't as you say, a whimper coming from his throat as pleasure coming from his finger and from yours. "good boy, just keep slidin' up against there." he whines, continuing his own movements while he feels your thumb rub light circles on his clit, pushing back his clithood each time.

your movement get faster, the pleasures from his finger and yours start to get to him. quiet moans leaving his lips, half of them bring calls of your name.

"good. can you do that a little faster f'me?" you whisper, although he can hear the huskiness in your voice, not paying attention to the way your palming the wet fabric. "kay," he whines, pumping his finger in and out faster, his eyes having that familar look of ecstacy. and god, his clit his throbbing. he's swear it had a heartbeat as your rubbing seems to become desperate.

suguru begins to pant, feeling his walls convulse around his finger. you can tell he's close, his hips are starting to rise from the sheets and his legs are flexing, the pauses of his chest becoming large. "oh, ah! gunna...g—"

he screams when he realizes you've pulled back his clithood and pinched his clit. you pinched his clit.

although, his thoughts can't stay very focused on that as he squirts again, wetting your lap once more. he doesn't miss the groan you let out as he swears he's made you cum in your pants. his eyelids are heavy, you can practically see the hearts in his eyes as the rise and fall of his chest begins to slow.

you chuckle, "good boy."

"meanie."

comments: finally finished the second part gahh! i had so much trouble with this. also, i just realized im projecting my first experiences onto suguru😭

[butchreg]

more vannat brothers headcanons !!

requested by anon !! u know the drill by now.. he / they nat && they / he van !! yellowjackets masterlist here

van is more of a caregiver but he's curious about regression . picture a nervous van , very unlike their typical playful self , coming to nat , twisting their shirt in their hands && biting their lip anxiously . they're anxious about asking but they trust nat with their whole heart . nat can see he's nervous . "come on vanny , spit it out." he chuckles a little and van squeezes their eyes shut . "i kinda wanna try it.." the words tumble out in a jumble && van can't bring himself to look at nat , worried he'll think less of them or that they're trying to take his coping mechanism away . on the contrary nat is SUUUPER excited because he gets to give something to van who is always there for him and he gets to be the teacher !!

as much as nat loves when van takes care of him , he's so excited when van regresses for the first time . it turns out van also regresses on the older side to around 8 - 10 though they may be younger like 6 or 7 if their regression is negatively triggered . nat's used to van being the big brother by a lot , it's a new && fun experience for them to be more equally matched or even for nat to be the bigger brother !!

they LOVE the outdoors && exploring a lot ! always out searching for bugs together or playing in the mud && stomping in puddles when it rains . it's not uncommon for them to end up completely drenched or covered in mud.. such silly messy guys . van teaching nat how to catch frogs && nat teaching van how to skip stones . swimming together in the pond , van making fun of nat for his clumsy doggy paddling which earns them lots of splashes.

going to the arcade together !! van is really good at claw machines which makes nat a tad jealous . sometimes if he's feeling mischievous he'll move van's hand at the last second to make them lose... they pool their tokens trying to get the coolest prizes . they are BEASTS at the basketball game && always hogging the racing games .

they looove mad libs oh my gosh . always coming up with the silliest words ever , trying to one up each other with who can be sillier . putting in "inappropriate" && gross words like booger or fart && absolutely roaring with laughter when they read the final product .

typical little boy "your mom" jokes jesus they're unstoppable together . they encourage each other by snickering whenever one is made , && high fiving each other . it gets on everyone's nerves which makes them even more giggly about it .