#short but oh well

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Tara being a lesbian in denial and going to you for sex when she drinks because it's easier to blame it on the alcohol that admitting to herself that she's gay. Bonus points if she still dates chad (sorry chad ily)

Lightly inspired by Pretty Girls by miss Reneé Rapp

Warnings: 18+, smut, cheating, lesbian sex (should I be more precise?)

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By being openly out, straight girls were more inclined to experiment with you after a couple drinks. It was a blessing and also a curse. You were flattered that they picked you to flirt with, to experience with, but you knew the ending. You could predict it by now.

These girls were either a closeted gay in a way that they didn’t understand or they were just kind of using you as a little prop. In both cases, it sucked. And it hurt. Most of them even have a boyfriend, who they returned to in the morning. 

So you started to turn them down, spotting the straight girls from a mile away, but there was something about Tara that made you unable to turn her down. 

‘’Does Chad touch you like I do?’’ you asked with your hand between her thighs, toying with her clit as you were kissing on your bed. 

Tara was whining underneath your touch, her legs subconsciously opening wider. Her jeans and panties were off and discarded, leaving her in her pink sweater. She was so pretty. So responsive and needy, laying there like the perfect pillow princess. They were often getting shit for doing nothing in bed, but you didn’t mind. 

You moved your hand down, feeling the wetness that had gathered there. ‘’Mmh, you’re so wet, baby. Is that why you keep coming back to me? Because no one can make you feel good the way I do?’’ you asked as you moved closer, positioning yourself so you could grind your own pussy against her, your wet folds rubbing together, creating a delicious friction.

Tara let out little gasps and moans of pleasure, pushing her hips against you, desperate for more contact.. Her boyfriend, Chad, was well endowed, but he couldn’t get her off better than you. ‘’You’re my favorite,’’ she whispered, her eyes fluttering shut as your clit pressed against hers. 

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[theorphicangel]

nsfw, 18+,

thinking about suguru being soooo loud when he eats you out, like this man gets louder than you at times.

his fingers are digging into your thighs as his tongue laps up at your pussy.

his moans muffled as he practically dives into your cunt; he’s obsessed with the fact that you’re soaking wet and it’s all for him.

the only times he does pull away from your cunt is to beg for more, coaxing orgasm over orgasm out of you, not even caring how much your thighs squeeze him as you shake.

his sweet words only continues to revive the burning feeling in your lower stomach.

“c’mon baby, you can do it f’me, just one more, one more time.”

what you have yet to learn is that ‘one more’ will never just be the final time.

[sunflowernoodles]

Fluffy

Found a fluff starter prompt list and let me tell you inspiration is RUNNING. I hope you enjoy! 🌻

Lee: Shoto

Ler: Sero

Ships: Seroroki

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It was a Friday and Shoto had gotten out of the shower from a long day. He walked into Sero’s room, drying his hair that last little bit with a towel before dropping it into the hamper.

“Hey there, Peppermint.” Sero says, looking at Shoto with a smile as he lays in bed. Shoto just smiles shyly in return.

“Hello.” He says and cuddles up to Sero in bed, his back against the other’s front as Sero spoons him gently. Shoto lets out a content and relaxed sigh.

Sero nuzzles his face into Shoto’s hair gently as the smell of strawberries fills his nose. He reaches up to gently pat his hair, “You’re hair is really soft after you wash it.” He comments absentmindedly. Shoto blushes at the affectionate words and well… affection.

“Thank you…” Shoto says quietly and nearly flinches as Sero’s nail catches on his ear briefly as he’s stroking his hair. Sero doesn’t seem to notice as he continues and doesn’t speak, he even hears his breathing settle a little more. Shoto closes his eyes as Sero starts to gently scratch his scalp lovingly and affectionately.

Shoto is effectively melted at the touch until one spot starts feeling a little …funny when Sero scratches over it. Every time his nails scratch over the back of his head right above his neck, it tickles and Shoto grows more confused each time. Eventually, Sero takes notice to his boyfriend scrunching his shoulders every time he goes over that spot and the goosebumps on the back of his neck.

“You alright, Shoto?” Sero asks worriedly, fearing that maybe Shoto had hurt himself there. Shoto blushes in embarrassment.

He covers his face with a whine, “M’fine.” He mumbles out into his hands. Sero grins as he realizes something’s embarrassing him.

“What is it?” He asks by whispering in Shoto’s ear, making him blush more as he scrunches his shoulders up. Shoto lets out a little giggle as he tried to roll away, but Sero is holding him there, gently but snug. “Whats the matter?~” Sero teases and starts softly tickling Shoto’s side and he begins to squirm.

“Tell me, Shoto~ Or I’ll tickle it out of you.” Sero continues to tease and Shoto lets out a little squeal.

“Hantaha!” Shoto giggles and tries to grab at Sero’s hand. The next thing Shoto knows, he’s playfully wrestling with his boyfriend and Sero has the upper hand. He growls playfully as he pins Shoto’s hands on either side of his head.

“Now, whats wrong?” He asks but Shoto just sticks his tongue out at Sero. He giggles at the playfully offended and surprised look Sero gets.

“Oh, that it!” Sero laughs as he takes both of Shoto’s hands in one of his. Shoto’s giggles pick up as he realizes whats about to happen.

Just as Shoto’s expecting rough, mean tickles, Sero as gently as possible tickles his side. Shoto lets out a little surprised gasp as he starts to giggle. “Hantahaha!” Shoto softly giggled and squirmed softly.

Shoto didn’t last much longer with the soft tickles, so he caved “It- It tihickles when you scratch the back of my head neheheck.” He giggled softly.

Sero smiled as that was just too precious. He chuckled and cuddled Shoto then gently scratched at the little spot. Shoto gave a cringed smile as he tensed his shoulders. He didn’t feel the urge to laugh uncontrollably, but it was incapacitating if anything.

“So it is.” Sero nodded and smiled. He scratched at the little spot as he kissed Shoto’s neck and ears softly. The peppermint haired boy giggled, happily cuddling into his boyfriend none the less.

It was fun. Shoto got to cuddle with Sero, laugh, and have his hair played with. So it was an overall win. Though it was a bit annoying the coming days that Sero randomly scratched over the back of his head.

[foxdoodles]

quick doodle to celebrate bridgerton season 3 part1!

[promisingyounglady]

watermelons. | JS x Reader

SYNOPSIS: Jake loves ur boobs. That’s it really.

PAIRING: Jake Seresin x Reader

A/N: written for all my big tit girlies, from a big tit girlie herself.

He’s been obsessed with the girls since he first saw them.

And by the girls, he means your tits.

Like just imagine, cocky little top gun aviator, Jake Seresin, turning into a complete mess first glance at you. Spilling his beer all over his tan golden chest that one summer afternoon at the beach with the dagger squad, just because he saw you in your denim shorts and yellow halter top.

And they sit so nicely, your tits. Full, large, and beautiful.

The breeze carries the scent of salt, the air humid and yet all jake can do is stare at the girl with the sweet smile and pretty tits, laughing loudly with her friends on the Hard Deck patio.

“So you’re just gonna stare like a creep or what?” Bradley’s low voice calls out beside him, crossing his arms across his chest as he adjusts his aviator sunglasses, muscles glistening as well under the heat. He whistles softly when he sees you, to which Jake shoves his friend away playfully, annoyed that he’s looking at you too.

“Back off, Bradshaw”

And so next thing he knows, he’s by your side, immediately serenading you with his charming smile and kind eyes.

“Hi sweetheart”

It’s so fucking cheesy and simple, and yet it works on you. You’re spinning around, eyes going wide at the firm, golden chest your face to face with and the way Jake just looms over you, hands on his hips, sweaty and golden from a match of beach football.

“Would you allow me to buy the pretty girl and her friends a drink?” He asks your friend group, sending a wink that makes the girls swoon.

“Oh my fuck” slips out from one of your friends behind you, the group gawking at the sight of the tall, handsome man in front of them.

And she was right. Oh my fuck indeed.

All it took was one line of southern drawl and you were hooked.

That night when Jake has you pinned against the alleyway wall outside of the bar, both your cheeks hot and the breeze cooler, you stare up at the man you had just spent the whole day flirting to.

“So you’re stationed here for a few months?” you breathe out, staring at his broad chest and chiseled jaw, feeling so small under his gaze. You gasp when his hand shifts closer, holding your waist firm in his grasp.

He nods, no need for words when he’s busy admiring you as well. The tall man gently nestles his lips beside your ear, whispering praises as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

You shut your eyes, fluttering your eyelashes at the proximity and sheer sensuality of it all.

“Can I touch you?” He asks pulling away, looking at your eyes with something more than just lust.

You smile, chest heaving as you replied coyly. “Where do you want to touch me?”

Jake is starstruck at your words, trying so hard to shield you from the world under his arms and selfishly have you all for himself.

You take both his hands in yours and wrap them over your hips, letting them grab the mounds of your flesh and groan, feeling his hard on pressing against your front.

“feel me. and show me where you want to touch me most” you gasp, eyes shutting closed.

Jake pulls his hands away to caress your cheeks, taking your face as he presses his lips against yours.

“Here” he says under his breath. That was where he wanted to touch you most.

The kiss is deep, soft under the starry beach sky.

The same hands slide down to softly squeeze your tits, and that’s when you know that was the second spot he wanted to touch most. You smirk against the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing into him further.

Jake Seresin was a tits guy.

So when Jake comes home to his apartment after a year of steady dating, he’s already making a beeline to find you, settling on the fact that you must be in the laundry room finishing up the chores.

You don’t even have time to greet your boyfriend properly before he’s shoving his face in your tits and smacking a kiss to each one.

“Jake, what is up with you?” You giggled, shocked at how needy and hot he was. “I didn’t know they let you off early”

He sighs, taking them in his strong hands and pressing a kiss to each breast again.

“Just missed my girls, that’s all” he groans, holding you closer as you give him a hug.

you rolled your eyes, watching as he continue to rub them softly, pressing a kiss to your collar bone.

“I cut up the watermelon, it’s in the fridge” you told him, pulling him away to press a peck to his cheek.

You took the laundry basket, propping it against your hip as you smiled when Jake called out while pouting at the loss of contact.

“Not the melons I need!” he exasperates, trailing after you quickly.

[bacchuschucklefuck]

class swap design masterpost for convenience (from top to bottom: bard!riz, cleric!gorgug, sorcerer!kristen, barbarian!fig, artificer!adaine, and rogue!fabian)

[bilaudad]

wing stuff!

experimenting with a more cartoon style, idk what i'm doing loll

tagging: @goodomensafterdark <3

[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

Uncommon kinks I think 141 would have (feat. König)

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Gaz: Quirofilia, the love of hands. Especially manicured hands. Pretty hands getting dirtied by gardening without gloves. Playing the piano with dainty fingers. Long nails squeezing the trigger of a Glock. A light touch running up and down his body. The sting of those pretty nails digging into his back. Soft palms wrapped around his thick shaft, massaging precum over his tip.

Ghost: This one is a little out there, but nebulophilia (sexual arousal when in fog/steam). He likes it really, really thick. Like to the point you can barely see your hand if you held it out in front of you. Likes to make you look for him in the mist. He was always so quiet, always likes to make you jump when he catches you. Then the heaviness of the air in his lungs when he inhales, ugh it just does something to him. The way your skin sticks to each other from the wetness of the air.

Price: Hear me out. Vacuuming. Watching a woman vacuum. Especially in heels. Just the thought of a domestic, hyper feminine woman makes him cream his pants. Especially if it's a part of brat taming. Speaking of brat taming and hyper femininity, he's into corsetry. It doesn't have to be limited to just your waist. He likes to lace up any soft part of you. Likes to tie the laces so tight, your skin seeps out the side and back. He likes to constrict your movement and make you breathe shallow.

Soap: Wrestling, duh. He'll show you some moves to take him down, grab you from behind and make you throw him over your shoulder, kick the back of your knees and make you kneel in front of him, put you in a chokehold with his arms. Loves getting sweaty. Loves the panting. Loves the way you mess up each other's clothes and hair. And then fuck each other's brains out on the mats.

König: Interrogation play. Always one to be in charge. (Of course there's always a safe word but you like to test yourself, see how far he will go and how much you can take.) Tie you up to an uncomfortable wooden chair. Throw cold water on you. Pull your hair. Face slapping. Light choking. Make you genuinely scared. Tie you up in an incredibly uncomfortable position where your arms are tied up behind you and attached to a pipe on the ceiling so you are forced to bend over and stand on your tiptoes. Makes you cry and cry from overstimulation. Always asks you for information you don't know anything about. Then proceeds to fuck the sense out of you, still asking for Intel.

[entiqua]

"i vow to save her from all of this" | linktober day 9 secret

[xxplastic-cubexx]

crusty evolution redraw. in theory.

[demaparbat-hp]

Toph as a Goalball player 💪💚

[apparently-artless]

[the-owl-tree]

the died in book one siblings

[m340700]

wip

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.

Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.

Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.

Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.

---

Tim Drake is having a horrible day.

He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.

Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.

They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.

"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.

Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.

The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.

"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.

"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."

"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"

"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."

"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"

"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."

"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.

---

Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.

Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.

And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.

Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.

But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.

The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.

[inkedberries]

shinlena!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!