#didn’t know how to end this

[starlinehoney]

cw: fingering, male sub, humping, innocent!art, slight religious themes, reader is very sexual and art is very virgin, art thinks of Patrick while with you which could mean nothing. Took inspiration from @artdcnaldson and her virgin!art au.

NSFW under the cut

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I love innocent!art I DONT CARE IF ITS CANON

Art had never touched a girl like this before. He’d kissed them, and sometimes they’d touch him through his shorts, but he was always too nervous to go further. From the way Patrick talked about it, he didn’t know if he was prepared. He doesn’t know how to be assertive or dominant. He likes to be sweet, he likes to be.. taken care of.

Of course, he’s watched porn. He’s seen the girls who step on guys and spank them and make fun of them, but that’s just porn. And he’s honestly not sure he wants that either. He just wants to make whoever he’s with feel good, and he.. hasn’t exactly learned how to do that.

But you.. you showed him a whole new world. You were like some sort of sex goddess.. you just knew how to take care of him. You knew exactly what he was thinking— you let him just.. explore you. You were perfect.

He’d liked you for a while now, and you weren’t exactly shy about how you wanted him. So one night, you finally got him into your apartment. It took some puppy dog eyes, but at the end of the day, he couldn’t resist.

Just as he feared, you’re immediately on top of him, kissing him with such.. need. He’s never felt that before. Most girls are always hesitant.. more slow, cautious movements. You just immediately took over, and that made the blood rush straight from one head to the other. He felt lightheaded, and your lipgloss was so sticky and you smelled so good.. he was overwhelmed and fidgety, you could sense his nervousness from a mile away.

“…are you a virgin?” He hears you mutter against his lips. He pulls away slightly as he watches an almost wicked grin grow on your previously sweet looking lips. He blinks a few times at the question. What does he say to that? It’s embarrassing. You know the answer by how he flushes from the tips of his ears down his neck, and somehow, your smile only grows.

He sees how you slightly bite your lip. He can’t help but think you’re a little too excited by the idea of him being a virgin— the look on your face reminds him of how Patrick looked when he found out Art had never jerked off. The face of someone who was about to change his life.

“have you ever touched a girl before?” You ask sweetly, softly. There’s an almost motherly tone to your voice, and it makes his head all fuzzy. He shakes his head after a moment, stuttering out a small “no” as he bats his long eyelashes up at you. He’s so hard it hurts, and all he can focus on his how you’re pressing against him while straddling his lap. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so they just rest at his sides. He wants to touch you, feel you, worship you.. but that’d be too much, right?

He feels your hand touch his own. God, they’re probably all gross and clammy. Now that’s all he can think about. He’s about to start a small apology for his nervous state when he feels his fingers press against something warm and wet. His eyes flit to where his arm leads and he sees his hand underneath your skirt. “You want me to—“ he asks, seeming almost concerned. But when he looks up, you just.. nod. So simply, without a care in the world. And suddenly, he can’t remember why he was so nervous. You’re here..you’ll teach him. You’ll take over where Patrick left off.

He feels around and stops when he hears you make a small noise “was that bad?” He asks ashamedly, but regains his little dignity when you frantically shake your head. He furrows his brow slightly when you tell him to keep doing it, but does as you ask. You’re the expert.

He runs his slender fingers over the raised area over and over and over, eyes trained on your face as he watches you lose your composure. “Inside— put them inside.” You say as you hold back a small moan and he nods, searching eagerly for your entrance. He runs his fingers over the slick skin and finds it rather quickly, slowly inserting his middle finger. He moans at the feeling just as you do— it’s so pleasant inside of you. It’s soft and warm, and so.. close, you’re constricting around his finger like you never want it to leave.

He begins to feel around there, too. Pressing against a particularly squishy spot that piques his interest as you grind on his palm and his lap. He feels himself getting more and more warm, and he feels an all too familiar knot building in his stomach.

Guilt creeps in as he gets closer and closer to orgasm. You haven’t even touched him and he’s about to soil his boxers. How pathetic. Not to mention all he can look at is how hot you look like this. Flushed cheeks, kiss-bitten lips, your boobs in his face. There’s a soft light coming from your desk lamp that shines through your messy hair, and he swears that you’re a god, or an angel.. or something. You can’t feel this good, and look that way, and be.. a person. People have flaws, but you’re just.. perfect.

Your moans get more frequent and loud, so much that he can now hear you over his own whimpers and whines. He wants to tell you to stop, to avoid the humiliation of cumming in his pants. But you feel too good, and he can’t resist the thought of cumming with you. It’s like an obsession now, it keeps replaying in his brain and he has to have it be his reality.

He hears you chant his name and give him a quick warning of your impending orgasm before planting your lips back on his. He whines into your mouth as he tips over the edge and you groan as you do the same. You’re humping against eachother like dogs in heat, and there’s something so beautiful about how you made eachother feel so much with so little.

As you come down, he’s still humping against you, despite the encroaching overstimulation. He wants to feel you as much as possible. You smile “does that feel good?” You ask in that motherly tone, regaining your composure with impressive ease, and he stops like a child with his hand in the cookie jar. He flushes and mutters soft apologies into your shoulder, letting out a pathetic whimper when you tell him to keep going.

He learns a lot that night..

[oobbbear]

I want to post this here too because I’ve seen it happen a few times

Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

from the start !

so. . what are we ??

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

[gojosprettyprincess]

A/n please ignore any errors cause I wrote this at 3:30 am also this is the first writing I’ve done in like 3 months so i apologize if it’s not the best

Attempting to ride Satoru and trying to be the one in control of everything instead of him doing all the work, he’s laid back on the couch with his arms crossed behind his head as he watched his pretty girl bouncing up and down on his cock, it was soo fucking sexy to him seeing you like this, his eyes are fixated on your bouncing tits as his fat mushroom tip grazes against your g-stop everytime your tight cunt swallows his cock in when you sink yourself balls deep down onto his girth, Whimpering and moaning to his encouraging praises as your hands roam his abs and pecs.

"Fuckkk yes thats it princess, doing such a good job f'me, fuck this pretty little pussy on daddy’s cock just like that baby, Gooood girl"

You almost lost your mind to his praises, his fucking praises, they always had an affect on you and your cunt, your eyes roll to the back of your head like a little slut as you fucked your self faster onto his cock, he loved the way you were using his cock like some sextoy and fucking yourself dumb on his dick like some filthy pornstar whore, your were getting cockdrunk at this point, his tip bumping against all the right spots inside of you, the friction of his pubic hair tickling your clit made a creamy mess all around him as your gummy walls grips the life out of his cock, hugging him snugly and tight before you felt your legs cramping and your movements start getting slower and slower just as hes about to nut inside of you, he notices the change in movement and sighs in disappointment, murmuring “yeahh fuck it" under his breath, he let out a breathy groan before grabbing the fat of your ass with both hands and pounding himself up into your sloppy little cunt, your cream decorating all over his cock and balls from the extended amount of pleasure he was giving as you grabbed onto his biceps for dear life, your manicured nails digging into the hard flesh as his thick veins on his cock scatter against your walls, his cockhead rubbing against your cervix as his cum-filled balls kisses your asshole with every thrusts.

“M’sorry daddy” you whimpered

"It’s okay silly girl, ya really think you can do it all by yourself?, maybe you’ll get it next time Kay?” he chuckles before landing a hard slap on both of your ass cheeks thats def gonna leave his handprints for a few days but maybe thats what he intended.

"Ohh fuckk this pretty little cunt is tryna drain my fucking balls so badly, isnt she baby?", “she wants to be filled and stuffed with my seed Mm?”

"Gonna have to give her what she wants yeah?" he let out a small chuckle through a guttural moan before spurting ropes and ropes of sticky cum up into your messy cunt, stuffing you full with his babies as he pounds you through it while panting like a dog with sweat dripping dripping down his forehead, his dick pushes his cum deeper and deeper up inside of you as he attacks your neck, sucking and licking fresh marks on the tender flesh as your hole spasms around him.

[teamunee]

POV you’re sqh interrupting bingqiu sexy times

[kittykatninja321]

My less popular opinion (and what I believe to be implied by the art in Lost Days) is that rather than waking up in a fully grown body Jason didn’t actually complete his puberty until after his Lazarus pit dip while he was on his murder tour. Imagine you’re tied up in a basement in Berlin getting interrogated by a teenager and his voice is cracking the entire time and if you laugh he’s going to shoot you

[imaginederror]

Sequel to Sunshade

[hyumjim]

[British pediatrician voice] Ok so basically there is no fixed point of maturity and no real way of determining such a thing. However, conveniently enough there is an idea in pop culture that brain development happens exactly at age 25, which is based on pretty much nothing except for like, cultural expectations of what a person should be like at that age, so yeah that’s not very scientific. But because that’s an idea that people have already, I am pretty sure that I can use this to restrict the human rights of people under 25, and because it’s in the context of everyone’s least favorite group the [SLUR WHICH HERE MEANS ‘TRANSSEXUALS’], I think everyone will pretty much let this one slide. And im pretty thrilled with this because it’s actually an older age than I thought I was gonna be able to get away with. I thought I was only gonna be able to exercise my power and control over people under the age of 18 or perhaps 21, which wouldn’t have been very exciting to me because I pretty much already get to control those people’s lives. But now that I’ve slipped this one in there, man, this opens up a whole other age group for me to wield power over. So im really happy with how this whole thing is shaping up. Bangers and mash.

[jadecantcreate]

theyre holding hands……(and being shy about it)

hootsie and gricko doodles (mostly hootsie)

both requested by @nicohasperished !

[starlinehoney]

cw: getting absolutely played, uhh intoxicated sex?? Not detailed and also literally hardly intoxicated.

Slightly sexual content under the cut !

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Thinking about Patrick being an asshole 💜

He didn’t consider himself a lover boy, really a lover at all. Sure, he enjoyed those moments after sex when he would cuddle with whatever warm body he was next to that night, but that was just it. He was for that, and that only. At least that’s what he told himself.

It might’ve just been a way to avoid getting hurt, a way to make sure that if someone used him it was only because he let them. But he didn’t really consider himself the introspective type either. He just knew that he wasn’t a boyfriend. He was a fling. Temporary.

He wasn’t the guy you brought home, and he definitely wasn’t the guy you married.

But for some reason you always chased him like he was exactly that. A guy you wanted to bring home to your mom and dad, a guy who you’d settle down with. And he wasn’t humble about it— it’s not in his nature to be humble. No, he entertained it.. even with no intention of actually going out with you.

So he lets you flirt, lets you take him out on little dates that nobody ever says are dates, lets you kiss on him and whisper sweet nothings into his mouth between heavy breaths. He gets you all alone in his drivers seat after a night out, perched in his lap all pretty. Lets you mumble soft I love you’s into his neck as you come undone in his lap.

And then he avoids you at all costs. He didn’t like that he almost said it back. He didn’t like that he was overwhelmed with guilt after the pleasure wore off. He got scared.

Maybe if he were a better person, he would’ve told you how he felt. At least given you an explanation. But he came to terms with being a piece of shit a long time ago.

It goes from weeks of seeing him every day to him acting like you’re a stranger when he sees you at parties. And sometimes he thinks you’re better off anyways.

[restinsodaroni]

✨Drawing!✨ Short comic, just something I wanted to get out of my brain lol

[driverlando]

Okay okay… hear me out a shy Lando fan wanting to meet him but is too shy to approach. Shes wearing his merch so he approaches her to see if she wants him to sign anything or for a selfie and maybe it blossoms into more?

You’re standing at the edge of the fan zone, the buzz of the crowd around you both exhilarating and intimidating.

The Silverstone Circuit is alive with energy, but you can’t seem to shake off the nerves knotting in your stomach. Your favorite Lando Norris hoodie feels like a protective shield, albeit a thin one.

You’ve admired Lando for years, following his career with fervor, and now you’re finally here, just a few feet away from where he’s signing autographs. Yet, the idea of pushing through the throng of fans feels overwhelming. So, you stay back, content with being in the same space as your hero, even if it’s from a distance.

As you watch him interact with other fans, his easy smile and genuine charm make your heart flutter. You wish you had the courage to step forward, but the words seem to lodge in your throat every time you even think about it.

Then, it happens. Lando’s gaze sweeps over the crowd and lands on you. You freeze, barely daring to breathe. He says something to his assistant and starts walking in your direction. Each step he takes feels surreal, like you’re in a dream.

“Hey, I like your hoodie,” he says, his voice warm and friendly.

You manage a small smile, your voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

“Do you want me to sign something for you? Or maybe a selfie?” he asks, his tone gentle as if sensing your shyness.

You nod, fumbling with your programme. He takes it with a reassuring smile, signs it with a flourish, and then stands next to you for a selfie. His presence is calming, his demeanor making it easier to breathe.

As he hands the programme back, your fingers brush, and he grins. “There you go. Enjoy the race.”

“Thank you so much,” you say, feeling a bit bolder now.

Lando’s eyes twinkle. “Maybe I’ll see you around later?”

Your heart skips a beat. “Maybe,” you reply, hope blooming in your chest.

As he walks away, you can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, this could be the start of something more.

[deonysus]

i find it strange that it’s a huge headcanon in the fandom that lily and james ‘rushed’ into marriage just because james got lily pregnant like.. c’mon.

they both knew they wanted to get married before they even had sex, maybe two or three dates into their relationship. and it’s absolutely terrifying when you realise that the person you’re holding hands with really is the person you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with even though you’re only seventeen and being married isn’t something that has ever crossed your mind because there’s a war going on and you don’t know if you’re gonna even make it to twenty.

but yeah. yeahhh. that’s exactly what happened to james and lily potter. they found a soulmate, a life partner in one another, and they couldn’t wait to get married and do it all together; to share a vow and a future and a home, to live under one roof and be there for each other through it all, to become one and to grow together.

and they weren’t held back by the same struggles that usually hold back other pairs of lovers; they were financially stable, and they’d both completed their education and were in the same stages of their lives. nothing stood in their way. they were ready to get married the moment they’d left hogwarts.

so no, they didn’t rush. it wasn’t because of an unexpected baby or a war haunting them; they didn’t get married because they thought they were running out of time. they got married because they couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their lifetimes together.

(they had no idea they were running out of time.)

[anisespice]

“ there’s a reason why i walk like this ” || tokyo rev.

pairing: fem!reader x shinichiro

warnings: mature content ahead. MDI. suggestive themes

notes: something short and sweet for my second favorite sano :)) i am a sucker for “secret relationship w resident loser loverboy just to spite his nosy friends” lol

tagged: @fantasycantasy, @illegalspacecow, @captaincyberqueen, @fushiqruo, @gunslxtz

His friends tease him about the pretty girl who frequents the shop to ask trivial questions regarding her friend’s motorcycle he fixed months ago, and how he needed to shoot his shot already.

But, Shin made excuse after excuse for himself not pursuing her…

It was strange, but amusing to watch the ravenette struggle to hide just how flustered he got whenever you came around, his face pure vermilion while wearing a goofy-ass grin as he tried his hardest to act cool. Any more obvious and he’d probably have hearts floating around his head. Not to mention, you weren’t exactly helping either in terms of your obliviousness. There could’ve been a whole sign over Shinichiro’s head that said: Big-dicked single, ready to mingle, and you would’ve acted like you couldn’t read.

They figured it was a lost cause.

Especially, when you stopped by one day with a rather…peculiar walk. A bit of an exaggerated sway in your hips, if you would. The hickies you did a piss-poor job at covering up painted your neck and collarbone with purples and blues, some on your inner thighs peeking at them from beneath the short skirt you pranced around in, too.

It was all the explanation needed for them to conclude that, clearly, somebody’s already hitting that shit.

…

“Do you think they’ve caught on?” You giggled, draping yourself over his back while he finished his post-sex cigarette. Shin hummed in thought, leaning back into your hold as he smoothly exhaled the smoke through his nose.

He chuckled, then shrugged. “Dunno. I’m not sure our acting is all that convincing anymore. Waka’s definitely getting suspicious.”

“Or really concerned for our intelligence.”

Shinichiro snorts.

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[waywardsunlight]

Dead End Paranormal Park got cancelled.

[negativespace06]

eh, he’s a treasure hunter, he’ll find them eventually.