#gosh they're hot

[beatleswings]

Say bye-bye! Bye-bye!

[belatekalim]

Miku and... Mikuo!?

[munadrawson]

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Hmmm 🤔?

BONUS:

[ashbpagain]

We were watching youtube and cuddling. My partner couldn't stop touching and playing around my thighs. Ofc, as a good boy™️ I opened my legs.

They teased my dick under the blanket, stroking it slowly, making me feel BIG in their hand. They played with my cock and hole for an eternity, using their fingers then their mouth, sucking the soul out of my body. I tried to stop before cumming (edging slut who) but they insisted and begged me to (and I quote) fill their mouth with my cum and there I lost it.

I sat on their face and used their perfect mouth, enjoying the suction and the licking combined til I came on their face. I was struggling to catch my breath but I needed to feel them more so I just impaled my sensitive pussy on their cock. They fucked me, telling me how warm, wet and tight from the orgasm I was, how good I was for them, it was so good feeling their dick thrusting in me until filling me up with their cum.

We cuddled and kissed a lot, but after a while they were hard again so they decided to jerk off while I was trying to fall asleep. I was the little spoon and was feeling them stroking their cock against my butt. They slid my underwears under my ass and casually stroke their cock against my pussy. They teased me a few minutes, before sliding in. They were so slow... Just using my warm pussy as their personal fleshlight. Half alseep, I was struggling not to moan or move (after all a toy doesn't move, does it ?). After a while, they came a second time in me and just put back on my underwears like nothing happened. It was so hot and overwhelming being too tired to act, but awake enough to feel everything and enjoy them enjoying me.

I'm their pretty little toy and they know I'm wet as soon as they touch me, who could blame them 😇

[hollowsart]

thinking about a stupid silly new AU where it's all the same, but it takes place in the 70s. Disco era.. and I want so bad to draw the trio in that attire. Love that stuff so much.

Disco Freak Mysterio. Sex Appeal unmatched. Disco never looked so hot. Chest out, lots of patterns and textures.. Exuding so much confidence through every pore on his hairy body. flirty. dome looks a bit like a disco ball, obviously. he definitely wears lots of chains.

70s casual Acedia & Otto. Otto definitely has the college professor aesthetic. he isn't above wearing a printed patterned shirt or sweater/sweater vest. Acedia is much the same, but she doesn't mind some ruffles or frills on her shirts, baggy and cute. Never wears anything in her hair, but has worn a little crown of flowers before. Otto's worn flower pins on the collars of his shirts and sweaters/blazers. He likes patterned neckties and bowties.

Beck wearing such gaudy patterned shirts underneath the most earthy toned suits with minimal pattern/texture. a little cheeky peek at his chest.. definitely wears rings for show. he doesn't like to bring too much attention to himself outside of the costume, preferring to blend in and disappear.

[hakusins]

SHE LITERALLY TOOK ALL OF MY PULLS BUT I DON'T REGRET IT ONE BIT. Anyways chat if you need me I'll be enjoying my newly purchased gf

[illiana-mystery]

His eyes are so blue here.

[connie-thoughts]

new idea

so i used to ballroom dance and the issue was that there were never enough boys for all the girls who wanted to dance. which makes sense because dancing is frequently considered "girly" even though it requires all this strength and perseverance, which are typically considered "manly." not that I agree with any of that but that's the general perception of society

now consider: girls in suits are way hot

what if some of the extra girls decided to learn the guys' part instead and just got dressed up all hot in whatever the guy would wear and so you could get lesbians competing??? ??

Also this could go the other way tbh I would love to see a couple of guys in long flowy dresses like slay

[swampthing07]

My type is gay men and lesbian women, but as someone who is non binary, I attract the most tragic bisexuals

[ineffablefool]

This connection is supposed to be symmetrical.

[hollowaluminumvessel]

my little concepts! frodo looks odd but I think Sam looks great. lmk please

[starwarskawaii]

*looks at Qrow and Miguel* OH I really like them red eyed and black haired with a little peppering of gray, don't I?

[just-absolutely-super]

LPer doesn't ask the bikini babes about Hojo

No dude, ask, I HAVE to know their motivations!

[maraczeks]

the flatshare thread pt 1

[xenteaart]

the hard way

pairing: vampire!chris x to be vampire!reader genre/warnings: dark romance, mean chris, angst? kinda dead dove, mentions of death, blood and a lil gore (not too graphic tho imo), it's okay in the end??? and they're in love plot: reader is getting turned into a vampire and it's not as cool as she imagined author’s note: obvsly heavily inspired by railway and that SPITTING SCENE. idk it's prolly gonna flop but i wanted to picture that process and a not so hot side of it

“no.” “why not?!” “because i told you so a million times already. we’re not discussing this.” chris spits out and furrows, growing more agitated with each passing second.

“what, you don’t want me to be equal to you?” you ponder desperately while your mind searches for any, any reason at all as to why chris won’t turn you. it’s been getting to you for the last couple of months, and you’re sure you’ve gone through every possible explanation your troubled brain could come up with: he doesn’t love you. he doesn’t wanna spend eternity with you. or maybe it’s a power thing. or, or, or...? this endless cycle of worry and uncertainty has been keeping you on edge for way too long to think clearly now. “gosh, it has nothing to do with equality,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “what is it then?” “drop it.” you snap. “we’ll have to find out the hard way, then.”

you grab the nearest kitchen knife, and it turns out to be the one you use for cutting meat, a chef’s knife as they call it. how fitting. chris barely has enough time to catch up with your madness infused impulse, and when he turns his gaze back to you, the knife is already deep in your guts.

you thought it was gonna be romantic or somewhat dramatic at least. something from the movies where he sinks his vampire teeth into your neck, and just like magic — your eyes flash bright red, announcing the beginning of a new life.

“you dumb bitch,” he exhales shakily and somehow manages to catch you in time because the sharp pain in your stomach makes you lose your balance instantly. you’re still bitter and angry in the heat of the argument and you expect him to be the same way, but when you glance up, chris looks nothing but panicked. “that’s a new look on him,” you think, and it confuses you.

chris growls and sinks to his knees, carefully holding you and trying to move as fast as possible. what you don’t know is that turning can only be done in around thirty seconds since fatal injury. that might explain the rushing and chris’s pure bambi eyes panic but your consciousness is already starting to drift away to hold onto that train of thought.

chris bites into his wrist with unmasked fury, tearing and ripping his own veins even though using a knife would have been much cleaner. probably less painful, too. “swallow. now! come on, don’t you fall asleep on me now, focus!” he grabs your face and presses hard on the jaw joints, making you open your mouth like a puppet doll.

the sickly metallic taste of your own blood at the back of your throat from the internal bleeding mixes up with chris’s thick blood that he generously spits into your mouth, and you want to throw up. your head feels dizzy as your eyelids are getting heavier, your hearing suddenly fails completely as if someone turned the volume down from ten to zero. limbs are falling weak, and the pins and needles in them are so, so far from pleasant.

the thing about turning is... you actually have to die first. be fully, completely gone to be able to come back changed and corrupted, turned to the extent of your DNA having been violently rewritten. that you did not think through enough. the muscles in your throat contract almost on reflex, swallowing and gagging on the gooey salty substance, making your chest heave while coughing strangles you further. the tingles and nausea are so overwhelming and all consuming you actually catch yourself thinking dying would be a relief now. and then it follows as you wished.

you doze off for god knows how long but, by the looks of it, it can’t have been more than a few minutes because as you regain consciousness, chris is still looming over you, his own blood fresh on his lips. he’s blurry, though, everything is.

“come on, suck on me. c’mon, baby, there we go,” he coos as he brings his wrist to your lips, forcefully pressing it into your mouth and leaving you with little to no choice. the phrasing, unlike usual, doesn’t sound dirty or hot now, more like a life-saving command while you’re still so out it. it feels good, though, chris’s blood.

it doesn’t taste so metallic and gross anymore, and the texture feels almost soothing on your dry throat, like hot honey milk on a friday evening. suck, gulp, suck, gulp, suck, it almost lulls you back into serenity, some primal instinct of being attached to your only life line, finding comfort in someone’s warmth and touch and taste.

you wonder how much you’ve drunk already and whether chris will have anything left but you’re so, so thirsty you can’t even bring yourself to care.

what finally makes you stop is the sudden sharp ache in your gums. it feels so piercing the aftershocks are almost reaching your brain and eye sockets, and as you feel your old teeth fall out, a pair of longer fangs cuts through and settles into the upper teeth row. hot tears are stinging your eyes and you whine like a wounded deer, still unable to speak properly. it’s all too much, and you start to regret what you’ve done, and maybe, just maybe that’s why chris so passionately refused to put you through it. this kind of hunger and the animalistic, blood thirst driven rage were never something he wanted to inflict upon you.

your entire body is shaking but it’s not really a fearful tremor, more like restlessness, a new sort of “itch” somewhere deep, deep inside that you’ve never experienced before, the feeling so intense and soul wrenching you simply can’t disobey it. it makes you want to jump up and run.

“don’t worry, i’ll teach you how to handle it.” chris cups your face after taking off his leather gloves so you can feel the comfort of his actual skin. the touch is calming, but barely enough compared to that growing desire and need to satisfy the itch. “you stupid crazy cunt, why do you never listen,” he whispers into your forehead, his lips lightly brushing over your cold sweat covered skin, as he holds you closer, squeezing you against his chest in a protective manner, though the real danger to yourself is now planted within you.

[takeaslicex]

thinking about sylus cockwarming you when you're being just a bit too bratty at the linkon city auction he so adamantly did not want to attend, though he did find his latest predicament to thoroughly change his mood. dragged to an event he had only attended at your bequest, watching you mix and mingle with half of the attendees with that wine-red dress he had hiked to your hips just hours before, had him desperate to punish you for straying too far from him. how dare you drag him to an event that would surely bore him, and then spend the night out of reach?

that's what landed you in your current predicament, desperately trying to maintain a facade of interest at anything the gentlemen across from you was saying as if you weren't seated on sylus's cock. when he had pulled you onto his lap after sending you a SOS text, his strength and speed were god-like as he swiftly positioned you against his painfully hard cock and pushed your panties aside, positioning himself inside of you intrusively and painfully.

"don't move a muscle, kitten. i have no qualms over claiming you publicly just as i do privately. remember that when you tempt me, little crow," he had whispered into your ear. it didn't take long for the table to fill with people hoping to converse with linkon's best hunter and the infamous onychinus leader, much to your embarrassment and dismay.

you cringed at sylus's absolute control over the situation, responding to the man before him with indifference and disinterest as his cock filled you to the brim. the way he had you seated made everyone else none the wiser to your situation, but you had absolutely nothing else on your mind. only the way sylus so teasingly trailed his fingers over your bare thigh while his cock twitched inside of your pussy had you containing your whimpers with the strength of a god.

while the rest of the guests mindlessly chatted away, sylus made agonizingly small thrusts inside of you, teasing you with minuscule movements, just enough to make your gaze blurry and your skin hot. sylus, who undoubtedly knew this, breathed into your neck and whispered, "what's wrong, my sweet girl? feeling flushed?". and then the bastard laughed.

it was then you realized you could play just as dirty. you reached across the table and feined fake interest in the woman a few seats to your right's jewelry, taking her hand in yours. "oh my gosh, your bracelets! may i see? are those real diamonds? they're gorgeous!" you felt sylus's sharp hiss against your back and smiled, clenching your pussy against his cock to make things worse. you felt his hands dig into either side of your hips and slam you back into his embrace, inadvertently causing his cock to fully thrust into your wet pussy. you used several fake coughs to disguise your sudden gasp.

it was then that sylus had lost any interest in continuing this little game. as much as he absolutely loved to nip and tease at his kitten for hours, the need to fuck you and claim you into tears was much more ravenous. "my car, now," he rasped, slapping your thigh and forcing you off of his cock.

you were, unmistakenly, in for a very long night.

tws: p in v sex, public sex, cock warming, dirty talk, pet names

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