#lovergirl?

[lilacthebooklover]

kill yourself

i want to have a passionate gay affair with you in which our lives become incorrigibly and irreparably intertwined and then marry your mother to leave you desolate bitter and alone forever xx

[painfully-yearning]

"my red flag is i can be possessive" like i give a fuck??? if we're out in public hold me by my waist and don't let go. make me sit in your lap if somebody tries to flirt with me. i absolutely want you to be just as obsessive over me because the moment i see a femme check you out, im giving her dirty looks with my arms around you

[the-phantom-peach]

MAJOR EOW SPOILERS AHEAD ‼️‼️

worked on a bunch of Eow art during my play through! I like this game a lot ^^ There are spoilers so you have been warned! o7

[ruhlare]

[blackfire5561]

He wants a bite (of ice cream) 🍨

[intojaeyun]

I love jay so much guys, he is the dream man < 3

[hungharrington]

Thinking about Steve cumming quickly - like under 30 seconds of thrusting because he's just so in love with you he couldn't help it

He hides his face in your neck afterwards all embarrassed and you rub his back to bring him back down from the intensity of it all

To add to this - he also has certain triggers that make him cum immediately.

You say you love him, he cums. You scratch at his tummy/happy trail, he cums. You gently pull on his hair, he cums.

My apologies if these thoughts have already been given but it's all I've been thinking about this morning 😭😭

a most delicious ask i’ve been hoarding 🫶 i LOVE all these thoughts i’m sry i didn’t get to incorporate all of them !! is this hot? idk…. but it’s got sum love in it tehe MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Look, Steve Harrington doesn’t have his reputation for nothing, okay?

He’s a ladies man, through and through. He knows exactly what he’s doing with his hands, he loves getting his face in between a pair of thighs, and perhaps most importantly, he is not a minute man.

Steve Harrington has stamina.

At least, he certainly thought he did— but that was before you. But in his defense, nobody told him that sex is a hundred times better when you love the person. A thousand better if they love you back.

And, god, does he fucking love you.

You’re a dream— all laid out on the bed beneath him, chest bare and eyes soft and heavy. Your lips are sheened with spit and all kiss-bitten and Steve has no doubt he looks the same. Kissing you never gets old. His cock throbs, aching for some friction and just begging to be buried inside you.

“Well?” You say, somewhere between a tease and a breathy gasp. “What’re you waiting for?”

Your fingers slip into the waistband of your panties but Steve is quick to knock them away, replacing them with his own hands. He grins up at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Can’t let you do my favourite part now, can I?”

You giggle. With that his fingers start to trail down your naval, slow and sensually, dragging the fabric with them. Your hips move to accommodate him and your breath hitches as he drags them down your thighs that part as he wrangles them off your ankles, inviting him in.

Steve nearly groans at the mere sight—a hot surge twisting in his tummy that goes straight to his cock. God, he must be losing blood with how much blood is rushing to harden it up. Or maybe he’s just too enamoured with you and that’s enough to make him breathless. Either way, he’s aching.

“God, baby,” He says, voice gravelly. “Just look at you.”

His hands shift up from grasping lightly at your ankles up, up, up, til he’s nudging your thighs apart further. His dark eyes flick up to your face, his expression one of hunger.

“Y’so pretty, honey,” He coos.

You flush, feeling somehow more naked at his compliment, knowing he’s being sincere. Reaching up, you drape your hand around his neck and urge him forward slowly, pressing up to scrape your lips against his.

“Oh, yeah?” You breathe, your lips twitching up at the obvious way Steve’s breath catches in his throat. “Which part of me’s so pretty?”

Steve chuckles, his gaze switching between your own and says, “All of you,” before he kisses you like he’s starved of the taste of you.

Breaking the kiss, he leans back and his hand disappears into his bedside table for a condom. He makes quick work of it, pausing to give himself a firm squeeze around the base as he does— fuck, he’s going to bust the moment he gets inside of you if he doesn’t take a moment.

But you’re so damn hot — and eyeing him with a heavy desire that makes his tummy hot. He’s not sure he can wait.

He shifts himself up and settles on his hands on your thigh, pushing it back further so he can line himself up and sink in tantalisingly slow. Your cunt is warm and wet, drawing a whiny moan from his throat, and Steve’s head drops into the curve of your shoulder in an instant.

“Fuck,” He hisses, hips flexing to hold back from pushing himself all the way in—a near impossible task considering the breathy little noise you make. God, fuck, fuck, he can’t move another inch or he’ll lose it. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He gasps.

Your arms looped around his neck tighten, pressing your chest up against his as you make a noise of agreement. You begin to mouth lazily up his throat, feeling the throb of his cock between your legs like a heartbeat, burning hotter and hotter.

“Cmon, Steve,” you whisper, nibbling at his earlobe. Steve keens, his hips shoving forward bit more as he tries to contain himself. “Want you to fuck me,”

He makes another pitiful noise that he’d probably be embarrassed of if he wasn’t so gone. He follows your instructions quickly, shifting his hips so he can start slowing fucking into you. It’s lewd, soft wet noises sounding as he builds up a rhythm, sinking himself into you over and over. Pleasure drools through his gut.

“Stevie,” you pout, panting lightly. “Can’t— can’t see you,” You tug on his hair lightly, trying to encourage his face out of hiding but only succeeding in making him whimper. His cheeks burn hotly but he forces his face up, kissing along your jaw as he does.

His eyes crease open as he pulls back and Steve keens at the sight of you, his plush lips parting in a soft pant. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Normally he’d be still murmuring filthy things into your skin, marking up your neck while his hips roll into you, all does that feel good? and oh, it does when you moan in response.

Instead, he’s the one coming apart and beyond his words. You scrape your hand through his hair again and leave it cupped sweetly on his jaw, your eyes watching closely. Swatching your thumb across his cheek, you moan lightly, “Wanna -uh- wanna see your face, baby— love your pretty face,”

Something tightens up in Steve’s tummy, heat flourishing up his spine and he whimpers loudly, the roll of his hips turning the rapid, jerky thrusts in a moment. Skin slaps against skin and you make the cutest noise at the change of pace. It feels so good—too good. He feels too close, his pleasure scratching the edge of release.

Then you stutter out a breathy, “I love you, Steve,” and the coil in his stomach snaps without warning.

Steve gasps loudly and his entire body tightens, his face burying itself in you neck as his hips fuck into your snug cunt desperately. He all but collapses onto you, his hands curling around your waist tightly as he lets out a string of pathetically whiny noises, coming undone far too quickly.

It takes a moment for you to realise what’s happened— to figure out exactly why Steve suddenly sinks him cock into you with fervor and is whimpering in your ear. He’s trembling lightly you realise, as your arms sweep down his back, letting him fuck through his orgasm.

The pleasure of it drags out and by the time it tapers out, mortification begins to set in. Steve’s only glad he’s hidden his face so you can’t see his flaming cheeks. Fuck. Fuck. He’s never finished that fast before.

“I’m so sorry, you just feel— and you said—” He starts, voice sounding wrecked.

“Don’t apologise,” you interrupt sweetly. You stroke down his back soothingly and Steve can’t help but shiver. He groans loudly.

“Don’t apologise for finishing after 1 minute like a 16 years old virgin?” He asks, going for sarcastic but failing with the embarrassment tinting his tone.

You can’t help but giggle, hand still sweeping over his back comfortingly as you say, “I don’t think that was even a minute, babe.”

Steve groans louder, attempting to press his face further into your neck and nipping at it when you laugh a little louder. You’re being way too sweet about this. Steve’s not sure he can ever show his face again.

“I’m banning you from saying ‘i love you’ in bed,” He says, the words muffled against your skin. You huff another laugh, grinning, and comb your fingers through his hair.

“Boo.” You pout, knowing he’s joking completely. You’re still throbbing and aching for him to keep moving but you know you only have to be patient. He’ll fuck you just as you need it. “You’re no fun.”

“I used to have stamina,” He whines. “What have you done to me?”

You chuckle again, turning and pressing a kiss to his temple as best you can. “Turned you full loverboy. Soon enough, any time I say I love you, you’ll pop a boner.”

From within you, you feel the soft twitch of his dick and Steve’s breath hitches again. He finally digs his face out of your neck, a serious furrow between his brows. “Don’t even joke about that!”

[klien2000]

Inihahandog q ngyon c BINI Sev!!! AYIEEEE mahiwagang salamin kailan ba niya aaminin kaniyang tunay na pagtingin~~

[evil-lovergirl]

req. by melxiqz on wattpad .  .  . can i get a uh... dazai x gn reader reader....nsfw...reader has spine... tattoo..

!    short nsfw drabble . . . dazai osamu . . . >> includes thigh-fucking [char. giving], begging [char. giving], hickeys [char. giving], dazai is very touch-starved, he really likes your tattoo, like he licks it and shit, he's just a wet cat </3, reader sleeps shirtless and pantless (still wearing shorts/boxers),n dazai is sleeping nude, lowercase intended >> sorry thigh-fucking was literally the only way i could think of where he sees your tattoo. also "laurel" refers to the poisonous laurel flower. i was a little tired of dazai calling reader belladonna every story and the laurel flower is really pretty

"it's late, 'samu." he hears you attempt to reason with him as he presses his chest against your back, his slender hands already pressing against your chest.

"pleasee? jus' for a little bit, jus' tonight.." he whines as he presses his bulge against your legs, dick already hard and weeping pathetically as he pressed his cheek against your back.

"just for tonight," you relent eventually, knowing that you'd both do this another night again anyway. he lets out a happy sound before one of his hands fall from your chest and down to your thigh as he carefully slips his cock between your thighs, letting out a quiet huff as he slowly begins to move. 

he keeps his eyes shut for a moment before he looks at the back of your head, then his gaze traces down to your tattoo. his eyes traces each inch of the ink-stained skin on your back, hand on your thigh tightening as he speed his thrusts up a bit more.

 his mouth lets out another moan or two before he latched onto your shoulder blade with it, teeth gently pressing against your skin before your hand moved to gently swat him off. "don't do that. i can't hear you, then."

he huffs as he lets go before a whine interrupts him, your hand having retreated and gently prodded at his tip between your thighs with each of his thrusts. his fingers are basically clawing at you, even though his nails were much too short and blunt to reach your skin, anyway. he pants, tounge lolling out like a dog before he glanced back at the tattoo.

deciding that, in his fuzzy mind, licking your inked skin was the second best thing he could do if he couldn't suck, he dragged his tounge across your tattoo with whines escaping hing him as his thrusts between your thighs grew faster yet sloppier, mewling whenever the palm of your hand met the sensitive tip of his dick.

"i love you, i lov-e y-youu, soo muc-- ah, ah..!- so much," he whines out, repeating the words like a broken record on repeat, nearing his climax as his fingers dragged across your chest pathetically and his hand tightened and shook against your thigh, leaving behind red marks in their wake.

"i love you too, osamu. won't you cum for me?" and that's what sends him over the edge, loud mix of a mewl and a moan escaping him as he came all over your thighs and the bedsheets, head buried in your back.

"looks like you had fun," you mused as your hand moved away from his spent tip before gently intertwining with his hand on your chest still, but now much weaker.

"i love you, my laurel," he mumbled softly, chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily before kissing your back rather gently.

"i love you too, 'samu. go to sleep, unless you wanna clean up now?"

"noooo..."

[dinahstissue]

being a multishipper and a poly pearl truther is so good to me

[painfully-yearning]

im sooooo sick of people being nonchalant when it comes to them crushing on people. like hello??? stop beating around the bush write me poetry like an absolute dyke

[shouyuus]

>“college roommate!vi who goes real quiet the first time you laugh in her presence, a real laugh, not one of those ha-ha ones you snipe at her when she's trying to get a rise out of you, or teasing you about spending all your time in the library, but one that shakes your shoulders and makes your whole face light up.”

inserts that one reaction image with the badly drawn figure head in hands blushing. ahem anyways i’ve been going through your collage roommate stuff again because it’s so lovely i love rereading it!!! your hc stuff is so nice

i feel like just. lovergirl!vi is so real in every universe right like no matter what, she loves so hard and with her whole entire fucking chest. like.

the first time she feels that tingle in her stomach, she kinda knows is already a bit too late. bc like PHEW there's only DOWN from here like she's finna SPIRAL and she KNOWS it.

all rise for simp!vi truthers!!!!

[ruhlare]

true love is when you give, but when it doesn't empty you. when your lover makes even your silence meaningful. when you are being held and holding your loved one in a liberating way.

[hauntedbydreams]

Just a thought I can’t get out of my head since rewatching S2 for the billionth time…

Thinking abt how Vi doesn’t forget Caitlin’s rifle when she fights Ambessa and brings it back to the greenhouse where Warwick is.

That’s like the equivalent of modern!Vi grabbing your purse for you when you forget it. She pretends she hates carrying your purse for you, though it’s not even that girly (you prefer black or red leather bags). But secretly she loves it cause let’s be so real, other than physical touch Vi’s an acts of service kinda girl.

Designated purse holder Vi 👛

“Babe you forgot your purse again” she’s eye rolling as she holds out your leather handbag to you.

“Oh thanks baby, I totally forgot I even had it with me today! Can you just hold it for a second, I’m gonna go try this dress on!”

You leave her standing with her arm out, purse hanging from it as you whisk yourself behind the curtain of the changing room.

She’s about to protest but she really can’t complain about you giving her a chance to be useful. She can’t help it, she just loves showing you she cares by doing little things for you.

So she sits down in the changing room waiting area and patiently waits for you to come out. It’s her favorite part about going shopping with you, when you walk out the changing room, grin on your face, giving her a twirl and saying “Look Vi! What do you think? Is it too much? I really like it, but I don’t kno-“

“You look perfect baby” she’s smiling and looking at you with those soft eyes. You’re about to melt. And you almost do when she says “come on pretty girl, get changed and let’s go buy you that dress.”

You’re all giddy back in the changing room, getting dressed back into your regular clothes. You exit and go get the dress, walk around the mall and do a little more shopping, completely forgetting that Vi is still carrying your purse.

She’s been paying for everything and you’ve not needed to check your phone or fix your lipgloss the whole time so your purse was the last thing on your mind.

But after the 6th store and a lot of changing room waiting Vi’s kinda had enough and she’s about to suggest a food court or going home when you start freaking out.

“Oh my god! Oh shit! Fuck… Vi, I think I left my purse in th-”

“Right here!” She hangs up her toned arm again, purse dangling from her hand. She’s quirking an eyebrow at you and giving you such a know-it-all smirk, you can’t help but mentally punch yourself for forgetting your purse AGAIN!

You take a better look at your girlfriend and realize that not only is she carrying your purse for you, but she’s also carrying the other 6 bags of shopping you’ve done. Vi’s basically a walking hanger at this point and you kinda feel bad for not realizing sooner.

You walk up to her, dodging her outstretched arm with the purse hanging from it as you hug her neck and pull her down for a deep kiss. Vi’s eyes flutter in shock for a moment but she kisses you back.

“What was that for, cupcake?”

“Nothing, I just love you. Aaaand maybe I feel a little guilty that you’re always carrying my purse when I forget.” you’re grinning at her sheepishly as you try to take some of the shopping bags and your purse from her.

“Ah no, no, no. THIS” she lifts the bags pointedly “is my job.” She winks. “Yours is to look pretty and find us something to eat in this mall, I’m starving!”

You giggle at her, give her another kiss and head toward the food court holding her hand. (Yes, she’s managed to hold all 6 bags of shopping AND your purse in her other. HAVE YOU SEEN HER ARMS, pfft piece of cake for her)

[dialup-dragon]

Starman by DAvid Bowie makes me go all lovergirl ngl its just the song ever yk?

[evil-lovergirl]

!    short nsfw drabble . . . florian brand , fire investigator . . . >> includes lots of mentions of scars/calloused hands on reader, handjob [char. receiving], bondage [char. receiving], florian is a little insane, per his usual antics, but he really likes your scars, florian is a giggler fight me, lowercase intended >> should i make a rent-a-partner au . . .

"Ah, ahn, ahhahahah..." such lovely noises you've been lucky enough to hear for the past couple of minutes from none other than your amazing fire investigator, florian.

he's not exactly quiet, and he's not trying to hide how good your calloused hand feels as it cups the tip of his dick before squeezing and moving back down to the base in a pleasuring rhythm.

he loves it, struggling against the soft ropes binding his wrists above his head, knowing he could easily snap out of them - or better yet, tell you to take them off, - but he simply doesn't. he likes the thrill and the high he gets off it.

he whines as he feels one of your finger slightly slip under his foreskin before continuing to stroke him in a way that has his feet pressing deep into the mattress below you two.

god, he loves the way your calloused hands rub against him, rough fingers treating him so gently in some ironic way he can't seem to put into words for now. he loves how when he looks at you, his eyes immediately go to your face, then to your scars.

he wants to drag his tounge across them so badly. kiss them, claw at them, maybe even give you new ones.

his fingers claw at whatever their bound form can reach, the thought merely intensifying his arousal as you speed up the pace, whispering something he can't decipher in his fuzzy mind before he cums with a rather loud mewl, eyes rolling back and sweat beading across his entire body.

maybe he'll ask to lick your hands clean once he's put himself back together...