#let him be messy!!

[thewarriorandthethief]

have elijah haters ever stopped to consider that he’s a single mom who works two jobs? who loves her kids and never stops?

[hornetvoid]

"moments like this make me glad to be awake."

[edbydraws]

There he is! Fiddleford the plush!!

I don't have a plush Ford and I'm not sure I can get one, so I sewed this baby

I decided to sew College Fidds because I wanted to make him those exact glasses and because I wanted to sew him a mustache

[shawsimmer]

a sulani trip for mars' birthday :)

i've finally escaped the toddler phase yippeee

[fettuccin-e]

Hey noodle! Congrats babe, you deserve it ☺️ what are your thots on “just a little more” and our messy boy Steven Grant? 😈

Hi Mona!!! omg thank you sm!!! and thank you for requesting!!! and for steven?? PRECIOUS HUSBAND STEVEN??? how could i refuse ESPECIALLY because i know this boy is filthyyy and fucking needy as all hell okay ilysm thank you again!!

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, afab!fem!reader, fingerfucking (r!recieving), unprotected piv, riding, uhh squirting pls dont fucking look at me i am ashamed, overstimulation, light degradation, so much praise holy shit (w/c: 1.1K)

Prompt: "Just a little more."

It’s honestly not that Steven likes to edge himself, or has some kind of fucking superhuman stamina in bed with you.

No, you’ve sucked him off in five minutes flat before, Steven twitching beneath you while he whined, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck it’s so good, you’re so fucking perfect, shit-” while he spilled down your throat. Marc never let him live that one down.

But you swear that sometimes, when he’s got his face or fingers or cock buried deep, so deep inside your cunt, Steven forgets that he has to cum at all.

He gets lost in it, mumbling about how gorgeous you are, how wet you get for him, how good you taste. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve cum, how you cry and wail with every orgasm he wrenches out of your heaving body, he just wants more and more and more. Ravenous.

“Steven, please, I ca-I can’t, oh please-” your pussy makes noises that are utterly obscene, squishing against his hand as he works his fingers into you, jamming relentlessly against your g-spot. You aren’t even sure what you’re begging for at this point; for him to make you cum again, for him to fuck you like you’ve been begging for, for him to show some mercy.

But even then, it’s like he can’t hear you, eyes focused on the way you spread and leak over his fingers, mesmerized by the way you clench around his fingers. He’s been like this since the first orgasm of the night, maybe the second, but God, he just keeps going. He keeps pressing soft kisses to your trembling thighs, using his free arm to brace over your twitching hips while he plays relentlessly with your aching cunt.

It’s too much, he’s been at this for too fucking long, God, you’re leaking everywhere, the bedsheets damp with it. He just won’t let up, your beautiful, treacherous lover, and your whole body locks again with the force of your orgasm, the squeeze of your pussy nearly forcing his fingers out.

His gaze snaps up to your face in an instant, and you can hear his voice through the rush of blood in your ears, murmuring, “That’s it, darling, my God you’re beautiful, so pretty, this pussy’s so tight for my fingers, imagine how it’ll feel around my cock, yeah? How much I’ll stretch this gorgeous cunt apart, right love?”

And it’s so sweet, so gentle, the way he speaks to you, a complete contrast to how he rips you apart with orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

“Fuck me,” you whine, high-pitched and needy, absolutely desperate. “You- you said it, that your cock would feel so fucking good, please Steven, need-need you.”

But all Steven does is chuckle darkly, stretching his fingers out inside you again, and you nearly scream. “Just a little more, darling, one more time for me, yeah?” You can only clench your eyes shut and throw your head back into the pillows.

And when you finally wear him down enough to ease his sticky fingers out of you, you immediately roll him onto his back. If he’s going to fuck you, you’re going to be in charge. You’re going to be the one to make him cum.

You ease his cock into you, hot and throbbing in your hand, and you almost want to cry as he stretches your pussy so good, so perfect, just like he said he would. He moans beneath you, the sound ripping its way out of his chest, as if he’s suddenly realized how worked up he’s gotten himself by playing with your pussy for God knows how long.

You work your hips into his, plunging his cock into you just the way you know he likes. He nudges into your sweet spot just perfectly this way too, and the sensitivity from Steven’s earlier ministrations has lighting arcing up your spine with every nudge, every grind of his cock into your sensitive pussy. 

A mewl escapes you, unabashed and louder than you meant it to,  when you slam down on his cock just right, the hair just above the base of his cock pressed against your achy clit. Steven’s hands fly to your hips immediately, holding you there with an iron grip.

That look is in his eyes again, pupils blown wide and brows furrowed as he rakes his gaze over your quaking body. He punches his hips up, making his hair grind against your clit in a way that makes your head spin, his fat cock somehow reaching deeper into your pussy.

“That’s it, love,” he says, “let me make you feel good. Let me take care of you, fuck, you look so pretty like this, writhing on my cock like a desperate little whore.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head with his words, your hips working of their own volition, on pure instinct as you work his cock into you again and again and again. It’s like you can’t get him deep enough, bouncing on his cock just like he told you to. Making yourself feel good.

When you cum, Steven groans, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips hard enough to leave bruises in their wake as you clamp down on his cock. A shaky moan rattles out of your throat at the feeling, your body aching with exhaustion, your pussy too sensitive as you clench and pulse in his hands. You feel like you could shake apart with the force of it, wrung dry under his unrelenting touch.

“Look at that,” he murmurs, and you open your eyes to see his gaze trained on your pussy, and oh shit, his stomach shines with your wetness, the sheets soaked with it. You’ve never done that before, never-

“Fuck, you made me squirt, oh my God, Steven-” your body burns with embarrassment, and you start to pull off his cock in search of a towel, or something, anything to clean up the mess you’ve made of him. But his hands hold you firm in his lap, using an unseen strength that he keeps under his button-downs and jumpers, his biceps flexing in a way that makes saliva pool in your mouth.

“Don’t you dare, darling,” his voice is a rasp, all dark and ripped apart and feral. Fuck, if it weren’t for the accent, you’d think it was Jake. “One more time, sweetheart, just one more for me.”

“Steven,” you start, but he thrusts his hips up into yours, and the movement of his still-hard cock in your sloppy, sticky cunt makes you choke on your spit.

“Just a little more, sweet girl, just-” he thrusts into you, hard and unyielding, “one more for me.”

[jjoneechan]

sorry for spoiling the surprise 😔

[tagarilaghost]

I SWEAR CELEBI'S THINGY IS COMING SOON BUT I REALLY WANTED TO POST THIS ALRIGHT

yeaah... future trio got me too...

and Darkrai is there too, because of course he is.

hey look i drew a cute Drifloon :D

...ignore the rest

whatever started at Darkrai doodles ended in brainrot of future trio + darkrai and I'm blaming @scribz-ag24 for this

[nandermoenthusiast]

not them having a fucking showdown about which one of them was more devoted to the other………… not them making it a fucking competition and a fucking argument which one of them is more down bad horrendous for the other and STILL they havent had their realisation in the dead of night/day while lying in their bed/coffin that the other has feelings for them

[blackynsupremacy]

i love this and him!!

i fucking hate the tik tok comments regarding this man if he has no emotion it’s a problem, if he has too much it’s still a problem.

[pastebunny]

im just letting the hyperfixation carry me wherever it wants to rn

[acerikus]

Thinking about asriel deltarune again

[doubledyke]

my take on some late high school eds

started handwriting their descriptions but i had too many dumb thoughts for all that. ignore any typos pls lol.

my headcanons are pretty grim but that's life. they'll figure it out. or maybe not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[coldthrenody]

my three favorite kings that experience the horrors (arthur of logres, gilgamesh of uruk, & odysseus of ithaca)

bonus meme redraw & gilgamesh under the cut

[weewoo911]

If Tommy had stayed at the 118 when Buck had joined and later Buck started dating Abby, there’s no way Buck would be normal about it. He’d be sooo passive aggressive about how Tommy had hurt Abby (and Abby wouldn’t have told Buck much about the breakup because Tommy wasn’t out at work yet) and Tommy being still closed off would lead him and Buck to be bitchy to each other on the job

Eventually culminating in Tommy just snapping in the middle of 118 family dinner that he didn’t leave Abby because she was dealing with too much or because her mom was sick he left her because he is gay

Then they slowly open up a bit more and become friends, and then more than that after Tommy consoles Buck when Abby leaves

[cerise-angel]

"i wish i was yours." everything feels like a fever dream. you're lying against his chest, in his bed, pretty lazy smile on your face. rafe's holding your body, his hands respectfully splayed against your tummy, on top of the duvet. he sighs, pretending not to hear what you said, hoping it will make you shut up. it does and he resents himself for it, looking at your dim lit face to see if you're angry or upset. you're still smiling a little, even though you seem to be asleep. rafe smiles, lips poping a kiss against your warm forehead. "don't say shit like that." he mumbles, not meaning any of it. if anything he wants you to say it again and again. he wants you still, even after the horrendous break that made you two fall apart. of course he does, why else would he be willing to take care of a drunken you in the middle of a friday night? your face contorts in a small frown and pout, and he touches your forehead with a drag of his lips, a wet kiss. you're so warm, so soft, so his, it makes him dizzy. rafe brushes some of the sweat drenched hair out of your face and neck, reaching to feel the skin below your ear, cupping your face gently. you mumble again and he cant help but bring you closer to his body, hands gripping possessively at your waist, his breathing uneven and hidden on the crook of your neck "i wish i was your girl."

[fulltimeloserstuff]

Baby boy (he's 55)