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[lyraeeee]

Hi, I just stopped by your page if you don’t mind and see what fancy stuff you’ve made and say hello and send some love! 💖

Irina!!! Thank you~ It's always a pleasure to have you around, so it's no worries! (*´∀`)♪ I hope you've been doing well and taking care of yourself. I know you continuously work hard and do your best to feed the community like you always do, so just know that we all appreciate and support you always in whatever!!

(= ・∀・)人(・∀・ =)💕💓💖

[losing-my-mind-in-the-mirror]

BLEU AND CELLPHONEY <33333333

Hiii thanks for the ask <3

Blue: what aesthetic do you mean I don’t have one 💀 but thanks <3

cellphoney: yesss absolutely!!

[gourdyshome]

send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ♡♡♡

here to yap and say ily <33

FAWN BB I LOVE YOUUUUUUUU

[jesuistrestriste]

SAGE PERFECT TIMING this is a quote from the song disco tits but “I’m sweat from head to toe/ I’m wet through all my clothes/I’m fully charged/nipples are hard ready to go” and thank you Tove Lo for the genius you are I think of art every time

This is not a smut prompt per say but it COULD BE in your capable hands <3

it was hard not to look at your partner after he had just endured a long practice or a grueling match. how could he possibly look like that right after such straining work? he was supposed to look more.. disheveled. not like a slicked-up male model. it was almost a little obscene.

you weren't sure exactly what was in his genes, but art sweat. a lot. it coated all of his flushed muscles as he played on the courts, and it would dampen his blonde hair as he worked out. if he wore a white shirt before he got his blood pumping, it would be safe to assume that it would be semi-transparent after he was done.

as you crossed your legs and watched him walk off the court, you could feel your arousal start to throb. perverted? maybe. but art knew you liked him looking like this. he smiled and waved to you as he grabbed his bag and marched towards you.

you stand and meet him halfway at the gate of the outdoor courts. his smile widens as you appear in front of him, and his chest is still slightly heaving from his time playing under the scorching sun. you watched beads of sweat prick at his forehead as he leaned in and wrapped his arms around you. his crotch pressed against your hip.

you run a hand through the back of his hair, feeling the wetness, and you bite your lip.

"played hard today, hm?" you hum lowly next to his ear. he shivers and embraces you tighter, pressing himself up against you.

"mhm."

"how about we get you home and i can help you.. clean up?"

he closes his eyes and rubs his nose against your neck.

"yes, please."

[l3viat8an]

[triona-tribblescore]

Sorry I disappeared for a month, no idea why but tumblr felt a little overwhelming for a sec there- got lots of art to post though dw!! I'll do it over the next few days alongside answering some asks and responding to all the lovely messages left :D 🤍

[beanghostprincess]

They are the literal embodiment of this song so I just had to edit Josuyasu being dudes (they kiss) bros (they hold hands) pals (they cuddle) besties (they can't live without the other) homies (they're literally dating)

[TikTok]

[inky-rambles]

~⭐ PLEASE MOOT ME!! ⭐~

hiiii!!!!!

I'm inky :3

I like gravity falls, mouthwashing, omori, sELF, and mitski ( full intro here )

If we become moots I'm gonna want to tag you in stuff, do art trades/challenges (only if you like drawing ofc) and have conversations with u often, so you never need to feel like I don't wanna talk to you or that I'll be annoyed with you for interacting with me <333

I'm a v optimistic person, and I don't rlly need ppl in my life currently who r all "ugh the world is fucked" and "ugh I hate everything" like keep it silly keep it whimsical (ofc doesn't apply if ur venting, which u can also 100% do with me if you like <33)

reblog this or comment or sneak into my asks to moot me, ily guys!!!111!!

[dollywons]

omg!! Can I order ones exactly like that but from yoongi? It's very cute 😿

Of course you can!!! Here’s your yoongibread! 🍞 (≧◡≦) ♡

Enjoy your order!! 🍞 Have a sweet day !!! ( �� ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

[nemesyaaa]

WHO AM I FOR DESERVING ALL YOUR LOVE LIKE THAT

half return. momma's boy!pope x maneater!reader.

warnings : slight smut so minors DNI.

you were a maneater, and your favorite type was momma's boy. in particular, the pogues because they were different.

you were the kind of woman everyone saw from miles away but also knew so well. you had a bad reputation. people talked a lot behind your back to say bad things but you didn't have time, either to listen, care or to respond.

oh no, you were way above these people. the attention you were looking for was not from them, but from the other side, from those who were not really rich, who were struggling to live and who lived without worrying about the consequences.

you were a maneater, so obviously there was a hungry beast in your heart and today, like every other day, the beast was hungry. the monster wanted to eat some man.

you weren't really a momma's girl, and you were hated by your boyfriends' mothers..you weren't good enough for their son. you were too mean, too vulgar, too honest. you were nothing like a daughter-in-law and yet, men dreamed of marrying you.

it wasn't a question of dream bodies, you had marks on your body, a little belly, peculiarities but you knew how to hide your insecurities. you had the attitude and the reputation.

you were like a jaguar, magnificent, confident and glorious.

today, you had a crush on a guy. pope heyward according to one of your friends. he was part of a group of pogues who were pretty well known for being troublemakers.

but him. this man, you knew he never did anything wrong. you knew he was a good boy who wanted to please his mother, and who easily fell in love with girls stronger than him.

you knew in advance that pope heyward was too nice. and that you were going to eat him so easily.

the heat was so hot. you wore a white top that barely hid the bottom of your tits, but showed off your belly piercing quite well. the sun made your precious toy sparkle. you had jewelry everywhere, strass on your teeth, dozens of rings on your fingers, more than five necklaces around your neck, and twenty bracelets around your arms. you had the money for, well, your daddy's money.

your jeans came down to your hips, exposing your black thong. physically, you couldn't be pope heyward’s type. everyone would have bet on it.

when he looked up, you met his gaze. you could sense that he was shyer than his blond friend next to him. because he, well his friend had smiled directly at you.

you had kindly ignored him because he wasn’t the one you wanted. no, you wanted the shy guy, the one who would never assume what you would make him feel.

“ hi pope ! “ you smiled.

"so rude of you to ignore me but so kook of you." said jj.

“ start by not making trouble with my friends the kooks.”

“ okay, so you'll stop sleeping with all my pogue friends.”

“ is it jealousy, jj? did you want your blow job too or you just a crybaby that much?”

the tension had started to rise and pope had cleared his throat.

" can i help you ? " he talked with a friendly voice.

"i don't know what to choose for an ice cream flavor.”

“ i can make you a personal cream if you want.”

“i don’t understand why you hate me so much jj but okay, i will just ignore you. ”

“i’'m going to smoke, pope. be careful with her.” he had placed a hand on his friend's shoulder before disappearing as if to warn him.

“don't pay attention to him. he's not mean, just a little too protective.”

“you look like you've been broken many times.”

"not really. girls don't really hang out with me.”

“they’re missing something.”

you looked at each other through the mirror window for a moment, not knowing what to say.

“are you flirting with me?”

“yes, pope heyward. i'm flirting with you.”

“ you don’t know me. "

“that’s why i want to know you. i know, i'm not your type. ”

“i don’t mean to be rude but you have a reputation as a maneater.”

“don't be a sheep who follows others people, pope. especially when you are different from the others. you are a smart person.”

“what flavors of ice cream do you want?”

“i want your favorite.”

you smiled. when you handed him the money to get your ice cream back, he politely refused.

“it’s on the house.”

“ i really want to pay. i’m a customer like any other.”

“if you want to pay so much, you can pay differently.”

" how ?"

" you can ask me out on a date? it will give you the opportunity to get to know me better."

“so smart of my boy. oh and don't tell jj about that. “

“ i don't want to lie to him. “

“ just don't tell him, pope. it's about us, only, okay ? “

“ okay. you're too pretty, i can't resist. “

“ you're the only pretty thing here. “

and that was how you started dating pope heyward.

you were a maneater so obviously pope had fallen really hard in love.

you were so different from all the girls he knew. when he was with you, he had this vital need to make you happy, to buy for you, to cut checks, to possess you, to be your only boy.

you had a strong energy, the kind that made you feel like you had it all and had it all under control. you were convincing and confident. you hated losing control. and perhaps that was the reason for your attraction to soft and naive boys.

pope's mother didn't like you. she hated when you went to their house, when you kissed her son, when you slept with him. she hated the idea of you two being together.

sometimes pope felt bad about it. he didn't want to disappoint anyone. but he couldn't be both your boy and his mother's boy.

once on a summer evening, you invited him to your place so that it was just the two of you. you showed him your room, your favorite things, your jewelry, your family photos, everything that mattered to you. then you put on some music.

he was lying there in the bed, shirtless with only his pants on, a cigarette in his lips, his eyes hanging on your moving body. he only looked at you, you were the only thing that existed.

you were beautiful. the frightening and majestic beauty of the jaguar. you moved so elegantly. you were in control of your body, you knew how to make it beautiful, how to make it so attractive.

jazz was coming out of the record player. you were in your underwear, enjoying the air coming in through the open window. you spun and spun as if the world had stopped.

you almost fell, but pope caught you in his arms.

"perfect. let's dance together, all night, momma's boy."

“don’t call me that.”

“isn’t that what you are?”

you laughed and he captured your laugh with his lips, kissing your mouth gently.

“i want to stay here forever.”

" where ? "

"in your arms. here. in my room. i just want you, pope. ”

you had started kissing every part of his face, placing wet kisses on his soft skin.

“i want you. and you want me too.”

“you know, we will have to take responsibility for our relationship.”

"i know, i know but not now. it's fun being a secret isn't it?”

you started to bite him gently, and he started to flee your small bites. this little thing had turned into a playful fight.

he had the advantage because he was on top of you, him catching every one of your thrusts. you managed to get out of his grip and rolled onto your side before getting on the bed.

he followed you, and you threw the first punch. right in the chest. he had subdued you quickly, still gently, his face right above yours.

“ where is the maneater who always wins, where is the maneater who destroys men? because i am beatin her ass right now.”

“ no, you're not. “

“ what?” you flipped him over with a smile, placing yourself on top of him.

“ you enjoy the game a little too much, pope. i'm fucking sitting on your boner and if you make a move pope heyward I'll destroy you. “

“ real queens do not destroy the throne they sit on. and if you want some child princess, take care of it. “

you had started to move slowly, gently rubbing your pussy over his bulge. you moved efficiently, enough to feel your boyfriend’s cock getting even harder against you.

you could tell he was big by the way you silently rose as his dick awoke.

this room, this sensuality, this warmth, was nothing without the music of marvin gaye.

a wet spot had appeared on his pants, and you used it to rub faster, to press your pussy harder against his erection. the sound of his grunts in sync with your moans.

he held your hands, and kissed them at the same time. he could cum now if you asked him. because you had a way of moving that made him so weak.

“ boys can't play and win. “

“ i think you're late my girl, i win since ive got a girl like you. “

his hands grabbed your thighs while you slipped harder.

“ ‘not going to cum now" he said before taking his length out of his boxers.

he rubbed the tip against your dripping pussy, you were so wet it almost dropped between your lips. he had spit in his hand, and started moving up and down on his cock, jerking off quickly

" what are you doing ? "

“you’re going to ride me, but with my cock deep inside you this time, girl.”

he had smacked your ass, letting it bounce against his palm before you pushed his cock into your pussy. hands on his abs, you began to move, riding him. the problem with this position is that you quickly started to get tired. all the power you had relegated to pope now. he understood the signal, doing the job for you with a smirk. he yanked his dick deeper into your walls, letting you feel every inch of his size. he loved your moans every time his hips hit yours.

the sound of your two bodies slapping together in the atmosphere like the noise of your golden belly chain against your skin. his movements were hard, tearing loud cries from you. you had tears in your eyes, whimpers of pleasure. he took you so well. he was a good boy who knew how to make you cry.

he was taller than you. the size kink was easily noticeable even more when his cock widened your tight hole. and also, when he started touching you, his hand covering your clit.

he had pinched it gently, teasing the little piece with his fingers. he had fun with it, tugging on it while thrusting wilder inside your body, your legs shaking on the mattress.

your hole was squeezing him and he loved how tight it was. he squeezed your clit as he sped up his movements.

"not a maneater anymore ?" he said with a smile "just a girl who wanted to be eaten by her man.”

“ oh shut up, pope heyward. “

“you're the only one making noise here baby.”

you kissed him to shut his mouth. he was right and you knew it. you knew pope loved your strass on your teeths. at first he found it weird and thought you were giving yourself a style but now he was crazy about it.

you were still a maneater but you had a boyfriend so it was different. and then, you were in love. you had learned what it was like to have a man who truly wanted you and loved you.

you were supposed to run away but you didn't want to leave him behind. the problem with nice guys was that they weren't bad. they never held a grudge against anyone, and did not get angry. pope panicked more than he got angry, for example.

when he released his cum deep inside you, you came with him. you looked at him. there was more sweat on his body. he was breathing faster.

you could tell he was proud. and he could be.

you loved every single moment with pope. he was a good boyfriend. he was intelligent, studious, kind and friendly. he worked at school, after classes.

so what you loved was when he broke the rules for you. you used to go and throw stones at his window in the evening to get him to go out. you went surfing in the dark night, bathing in the midnight moon, in calm, cold water, or you went rollerblading at a club because it was fun and the perfect place for couples.

you also spent time in bookstores. it wasn’t your thing but you loved the moment when he told you about the book he was choosing. he would start talking for hours, navigating between the shelves. you followed him and listened to him.

"sometimes, i really feel dumb. " you said.

" you don't understand anything, right ? "

" yes. i'm sorry. but i like it actually. you're pope, the smart boy, the nerdy guy, the master brain and i just love being your girlfriend but it's so new to me. i can't fully understand."

" you're not bored ? "

" never. i can't be bored when my boyfriend is so intelligent. never. what was the book already ?"

" see ? you don't want to listen to that. "

"it's just new to me. be patient and you will be the only one to get bored. "

" deal ? "

" deal. "

and you also confessed your relationship to the pogues. jj pretended to be surprised but was nice to you.

"don't break his heart, okay? he forgive everything, but not me. "

" don’t worry, i will not hurt your boyfriend. "

he turned to Pope, ignoring your bullshit words.

“you know man, i always wondered what the strass felt like while she sucks your cock.”

" JJ. "

"What? I was just asking!”

the end bc i really want to kick my ass. this is not that good. at least, i tried something 💀💀 i will work harder. i just tag @rafecameroninterlude et @oceandriveab . i'm sorry for the expectations 🫠

[iiheartsai]

how tall r my mootie friends ??! i am 5’7!!

[bananaede]

Little crow wanted to say thanks! So he brought you this piece of candy! Don't worry about the way is floats so mysteriously :)

Nom

[sammyluvr]

sam dating dean’s best friend still lives rent free in my mind. he comes back from interviewing people to them eating fast food and watching cowboy movies and dean makes the excuse that they got hungry so they stopped researching, there’s always mini prank wars going on, you bullying dean over the amount of porn he watches. dean has to watch you be so sweet with sam, stealing some of his jackets and making sure he’s okay after every hunt and snuggling so close to him at night.

-🌬️

ahhhh i love this so very muchhh it's such a cute concept aghhh <33

i think the idea of dean having to watch you and sam being cute together is especially the funniest LOL he's always groaning dramatically and closing his eyes and begging you to get a room... and all you've done is hold hands like. please dean LMAO

ugh but it's just so nice because the three of you already have a dynamic that you can fall into and rely on. it's great to know that you all get along no matter what. and it's great to be able to bother dean in new and fun ways because duh!! as his best friend and little brother it's your job to do exactly that lol <3

[v-lustale]

I like the cat ear headphones! What game are we playing next?

(,,,rp is hard)

[luckyyyduckyyy]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD. Once you're given this award, you're supposed to paste it in the ask of eight people who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing happens but it's sweet to know so. I think you're beautiful inside and outside :]💕💐💛💛

💥💥💥POW POW POW

MWEHEHEHE!!! YOU ARE A SWEETIEPIE!!! and I always love CHATTING!!! AND BEIN SO SILLAY!!!! I hope you are having a good week 💚

AAAAAAAAA-💥💥💥💥💥💥

THE YAPPERS 💥✨💥✨💥 THE SILLY BILLIES!!!

And my week is going great so far hehe, thank you :33333

[violetsiren90]

💕🥀👯

💕 OTP: Of course, you know I'm gonna choose your soulmate, your husband, your man - Bahng Christopher Chan. You had to have known that was coming. 🤷‍♀️

🥀 Toxic relapse ex: DPR Ian. This goes back to our astrological compatibility chat. I feel like you guys would be so captivated by each other, but would clash constantly. There would be a lot of passion and a lot of talking right past each other during equally passionate argumentation. But I feel like you guys would romanticize that initial spark during your time apart and relapse due to thinking you could make another go of it due to personal growth - but it would just never work. I could be totally off with this one, but that's my take, lol.

👯‍♀️ Matches your freak: Lee Know. I present no further argument than to suggest a reread of What the Cat Dragged In. 😈 The push and pull. The mutual pining. All that candor and sass.

This was very fun. Thanks for subjecting yourself to my opinions. 😂

*Idol ship emoji ask game*