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Blue and Fire Engine Red, Pt 6 (smexy times ahead)
To Kara’s surprise, steak dinner happens at Lena’s apartment. From how little Lena has shared so far, she’d expected to wait weeks or months to see where Lena lives. It’s not until she arrives that Kara realizes exactly why Lena is so willing to let Kara into her inner sanctum.
It’s completely void of personality.
Well, Kara allows, it could be that a lack of personality could be a personality in itself. And there are photos, but they all feature Lena and her crew. All smiling– all recent. Nothing to suggest Lena had a life before National City. She spies a punching bag in one corner, but the rest of the furniture is worn and basic, suggesting the place had come pre-furnished by a landlord who didn’t particularly care about aesthetics. It’s spartan and plain– forthright in a way that actually fits Lena. Still…
Kara wishes the space could have given her a better look at Lena’s inner life.
The kitchen, at least, is functional enough. Enough that Lena is able to season and sear her steaks to perfection, with some fresh asparagus sauteeing on a side burner. And she does it all with a smile, chatting with Kara as well as she had on the way home. A capable multitasker, Kara notes, though it’s less than surprising.
Lena seems incapable of being incapable at anything.
The meal is served up on non-descript plates– at least they’re ceramic and not paper, and Lena does lower the overhead lights to set the mood. Kara moans when the first bite of steak hits her tongue. Moist and savory and perfectly seasoned, it puts anything she herself could have made to shame. The asparagus is also perfectly softened without being mushy, retaining enough of its texture to allow for a bit of a crunch at the center.
“Are you sure the Army didn’t put you on the chow line? This is delicious!” Kara groans.
Lena smirks, taking a sip of her wine. “You think ‘chow’ tastes like this?” An arch eyebrow dispels that notion. “Nah. Not so much.”
“Well, wherever it comes from, color me amazed and impressed.”
Kara takes another large–too large– bite, and has to spend several quiet moments chewing her way through it. When she swallows– still too large– she tilts her head.
“Is there anything you’re not good at?”
Lena’s eyes warm with mirth, but takes a moment to consider.
“Jumping rope.” Lena shrugs. “I hate it. Can’t stand it.”
“But you can do it?”
Lena waves away the answer.
“Then it doesn’t count!”
Lena laughs. “Alright, alright… um. Okay. I can’t draw to save my life.”
It’s a surprisingly candid answer. “Really?”
Lena nods. “Any required art classes were passed on charm alone.”
Kara grins. Lena eyes her suspiciously.
“What?”
For a moment, they play a game of silent chicken as Kara waits for Lena to say the words, and Lean waits for Kara to confess what she already suspects. Finally, Lena caves.
“You’re an artist, aren’t you.”
Kara laughs, tickled by the suspicion at odds with the twinkle in Lena’s eye. “Maybe…” she draws out, unable to help the taunt. She relents when Lena’s eyebrow climbs dangerously close to her hairline. “Okay, fine. Yeah. I am. Kind of. At least, I was.”
“You were?”
“Not much opportunity to flex my brush skills on a cop’s schedule,” she deflects, unwilling to dull the mood with the somber reality. If Lena suspects the deeper reason, she gives no indication.
Instead, she tilts her head. “Well, I’d like to see some of your work, sometime.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Lena confirms. “If you’re willing to share, of course. No pressure.” She takes another sip of her wine. “I just know that anything you do would be amazing.”
Lena’s voice is low and throaty, and Kara senses the shift to a mood far more intimate than playful banter. “In that case, you would be right,” Kara confirms, leaning forward across the table. “Play your cards right, and I’ll prove it to you. Again.”
“Uh uh,” Lena returns, leaning to meet Kara midway across the table. She pecks a tantalizing kiss to Kara’s lips. “Tonight is my turn to go first.”
“Oooh,” Kara purrs. “I don’t mind the sound of that.”
She plays a light drumroll on Lena’s ass as she clears the dishes, which only receive a quick rinse before being forgotten in the sink. Lena’s attention turns to Kara, who feels the weight of her focus like a planar shift. The rest of the world ceases to exist, narrowing to the two of them alone.
They haven’t even reached the threshold of Lena’s bedroom before warm lips caress the skin of her neck. Her flesh prickles with goosebumps, a frisson of desire coursing through her. She wants this, and the flutter of nerves in her belly only heightens her anticipation. She’s never wanted anything– or anyone– as much as she wants this, wants Lena. She doesn’t know what Lena has in store for her, and doesn’t quite know how her body will react to her ministrations. If her current arousal is anything to go by, Kara suspects she might not survive what’s to come. And she’s perfectly fine with that.
Lena guides her with gentle hands to sit on the edge of the bed. For a moment, Kara thinks she’ll sit on her lap, like the last time on her couch. But instead, Lena lays her back, leaning over her with a muscled arm holding her up.
“Tell me what you want,” Lena murmurs between slow languid kisses. Kara whimpers into her mouth, making Lena’s lips curl in a smile against hers. “That’s not an answer, love.”
For a moment, Kara struggles to think, but Lena doesn’t relent in her ministrations. It takes long minutes of nearly losing herself in the sensations before she manages to conjure her wish.
“Let’s go slow.” she murmurs.
Lena pauses immediately, but Kara keeps her from pulling away by cupping her cheek. Lena gazes into her eyes, studying her to understand the meaning behind her words. Then, slowly, a low fire sparks deep in her gaze.
“How slow, exactly,” she asks, low and silky.
Kara lifts her chin to kiss her. “As slow as possible.”
Nodding her understanding, Lena runs a velvet touch up under Kara’s shirt; slow enough to count each and every rib. “And where would you like to start?”
Breath hitching when Lena hits a sensitive spot just under Kara’s breast, Kara tries to blink her way to at least partial coherency.
“Do you have a vibrator?” she gasps.
Lena nods, nuzzling Kara’s ear. “Excellent idea, darling.”
Finally, Kara releases herself to the experience. Lena takes her time with her, going deliciously slow as she raises Kara’s shirt by inches, kissing every exposed bit skin on her way. Not just kissing. Licking, nibbling, suckling. She lingers on Kara’s breasts, brushing her thumbs over pebbled nipples as she diverts back to Kara’s lips.
Slowly but surely, Kara’s skin heats with pleasure. But when her breath starts to quicken, Lena draws herself away. Without Lena’s body heat against her, chill air washes over her, making her groan. She squeezes her eyes shut in frustration.
“Now, now,” Lena tsks. “I want you to watch.”
Kara’s eyes fly open, and she props herself up on her elbows to watch as Lena unbuttons the fly of her jeans. Her fingers dip beneath her waistband, and Kara’s breath goes ragged in her chest. But just as smoothly as they slide under, they slip back out, and Lena shimmies out of her pants.
She kicks them aside as soon as she steps out of them, and Kara is left to ogle smooth, tones legs. Lena may not match Kara for height, but her legs are long and packed with muscle. Kara’s mouth goes dry.
“Jesus fucking christ,” Kara mutters.
Lena saunters closer, a satisfied smirk on her face. “Well, hopefully he won’t be the one fucking tonight.”
She tilts Kara’s chin up. Kara lets her mouth gape, just enough for Lena to see the invitation and take it. Her tongue slides over Kara’s, then curls languorously up and along the roof of Kara’s mouth. She sucks against Kara’s upper lip as she withdraws, and Kara lists after her when she sits back on Kara’s knees.
“Do you want to see more?” Lena croons.
Kara swallows thickly. “All of it,” she croaks. “I want to see all of you.”
Lena smiles, pleased with her response. She grips the hem of her shirt with her fingertips, and slowly begins to pull it up, up, up over her abdomen, her breasts, and finally her head. Dark hair flows through the neck opening, swishing around Lena’s bare shoulders. When Lena’s fingers move to her bra, all higher function vacates Kara’s brain. The little strip tease that follows sends bolts of arousal down through Kara’s core, pooling between her legs. Soon, only Lena’s underwear remains.
When Lena twists to deposit her bra on the pile with the rest of her abandoned clothing, Kara catches sight of a dark smudge on Lena’s ribs, but it flashes out of sight and out of mind when Lena turns her attention back to her.
Thankfully, Lena makes quicker work of Kara’s own pants. Soon Kara is completely and enthusiastically nude, and Kara notes that Lena makes no mention of how wet she is. Kara’s glad for it– she suspects it will be her default state whenever Lena’s eyes take on this sort of glint.
She jumps when the first rumble of the vibrator tickles the inside of her thigh. She inhales through her teeth, and is answered by a palm pressing flatly against her labia and clit.
“Easy,” Lena coaxes. Her lips still smirk though. “Don’t want you getting worked up too soon, do we?”
The even pressure on her groin eases some of the edge that had been building within her, and she manages to take a breath that relieves any more. Even so, she knows that once Lena gets to work with the vibrator, she would be hard pressed to draw this out as long as she hoped she could.
Lena isn’t one to disappoint. She plays Kara like a fiddle, taking her tantalizingly close to edge after edge, before drawing her back down again and again. Her technique is expert– the vibrator seems to trace patterns everywhere but her clit. Her labia, her bikini line, even the bottom edge of her belly. Sometimes, when Kara lingers too long on one edge, a warm tongue soothes her clit, dulling the hungry ache.
“Hanging in there?” Lena checks in once Kara stops squirming.
“Barely,” Kara gasps, panting.
“You are so hot,” Lena purrs. “You’re doing so good.”
That alone almost almost pitches Kara over the precipice. She curls her fingers into the sheets, gritting her teeth. “Soon,” she warns.
“Just say the word, baby. I’ll get you there.”
Lena starts again, taking her time tracing more patterns around her ultimate destination. Slowly, inevitably, the pressure building to unprecedented heights. Kara’s never been attended to like this, never been read so plainly, so intuitively. It’s as though Lena has already memorized her body, chasing every sensitive part of her with expert precision until even the ebb aches as deliciously as the flow.
When Lena brings the vibrator closer to her clit than she has so far, Kara cracks.
“Now!” she gasps.
The vibrator has hardly touched her clit when Kara hurtles over. She can’t help the cry that escapes her, loud and long and desperate. She’s never made a sound like this before. She doesn’t realize Lena hasn’t moved the vibrator before she’s tipping into a second orgasm, then a third. The last lingers for long, long seconds and only then do the vibrations cease.
The whine that Kara issues is inhuman to her own ears, but Lena only chuckles as she climbs up to check on her.
“Still conscious?”
Kara grunts plaintively, as her fingers slowly release the sheets.
“That was– whoah!”
Lena’s exclamation is swallowed by Kara’s mouth on hers, lunging for a kiss before full conscious thought has even returned. Lena melts into it, letting the kiss deepen and last until Kara is the one to break it.
“Amazing,” she finishes Lena’s sentence for her. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”
Lena’s cheeks flush under the praise. “And you,” she returns, “are a glutton for punishment. You lasted longer than I thought you would. Much longer.” She licks Kara’s upper lip so sensually, it almost makes Kara ask for another round. Almost. “Good girl.”
Kara sighs. “I don’t know if I can return the favor,” she confesses. It kills her to say it, but she barely feel her toes. Lena laughs. “I’m sorry…”
“Please,” Lena dismisses, still laughing. “That’s possibly the greatest compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
Kara blinks. “Ever?”
“Ever,” Lena confirms. She smiles, her eyes warm and full of comfort as she gazes down at Kara. “How about an early night then?”
A sigh escapes Kara. “That sounds…”
“Amazing?” Lena teases.
“Yeah,” Kara confirms contentedly. “Amazing.”
#supercorp#blue and fire engine red#smexy times#Kara gets her turn#I hope you all like it#pls give me your thoughts#wanna make sure its worth continuing
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Punishment
Astarion x GN! Tav (Smut)
Plot: You've spent an entire day without giving your loving vampire boyfriend the attention he craves and so rightly deserves. Now you must pay the price.
C/W: Sexual content, bondage, biting, a little bit of blood, spanking, discipline
Your eyes look up in surprise as you are pushed down onto the bed. Astarion looms over you, crimson red eyes trailing over your form as he discards his shirt and climbs on top of you. He quickly pins your hands above your head.
"Naughty little thing, you've barely given me any attention all day." He pouted, his groin pressing down against yours as he straddles you, slowly beginning to grind against your crotch.
"Sorry I-I've just been b-busy..." You stutter out, biting your lip in the attempt to suppress the moans that so desperately want to escape.
"You're not getting off that easy my dear. Looks like I'm going to have to punish you~." He leans in close to your face before kissing you hungrily, rutting his hips against yours as he slowly retrieves something from his pocket. Astarion bites down on your lip, snagging it with his fang and pulling back slightly.
You let out a yelp, giving him the opportunity to invade your mouth with his tongue.
"Mmmm~" he moans into your mouth, the taste of blood from your lips delighting his senses. You can feel a hard growing bulge digging into your groin, grinding and bucking against you. Before breaking the kiss the rogue sneakily ties your hands to the bed with an eccentric frilly purple handkerchief, knotting it and pulling back. A smug grin is plastered upon his face but then he notices your still bleeding lip. He frowns. His expression softens, and he slowly leans in, licking up the stray blood before planting a soft tender kiss on the bite.
"Did I go too far, my sweet?" He asks softly.
"No. I'm fine." You shake your head and give him a reassuring smile.
"Good." Astarion sighs in relief before kissing you once again, this time gently cupping your face as he gently moves his lips against yours, repeatedly peppering your mouth with kisses.
Astarion trails down from your mouth and onto your neck, sucking and nibbling along the tender flesh. One of his hands slips under your shirt and teasingly pinch your nipples as he continues to rut against you. Making your loins ache with desire.
"A-Astarion please I...I need...you..." You begged.
"Oh, you want me inside you already?~" Astarion looked down at your flushed needy face, pinching and pulling at one of your nipples before pushing himself into you through your clothes.
"Y-Yes please!" You looked up at him, squirming and whimpering under his body as you desperately pushed your hips back against his own.
"Don't worry my pet, I'll give you exactly what you want." Astarion smirked, removing his hand from under your shirt and begining to shift on top of you.
"Wait.....What are you doing?" You asked in confusion as you noticed Astarion getting off of you and the bed entirely.
"Oh you silly little thing. I never said I was going to give it to you now." He suddenly laughed, " I will give you exactly what you want after you've had time to reflect on your mistake." The vampire spawn crossed his arms with a mischievous smirk. "Honestly darling, did you really think I was going to make love to you after you've ignored me for an entire day?"
"Astarion you fucking cunt!" You shouted as he turned to exit out the door of your shared bedroom, leaving you tied up on the bed horny and alone.
I am not sorry.
~Druid
#astarion x reader#astarion x tav#baldurs gate 3#astarion bg3#bg3#astarion ancunin#astarion my beloved#bg3 tav#astarion romance#astarion#astarion smut#so fucking hot#best smut I've ever written#mmmmm yes#spawn astarion#spank that ass#smexy times#😏😏😏#yes daddy more#god I hope no one is actually reading these tags#BG3 x Tav#BG3 x reader#smut
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Dream, who can't spend a long time in the waking world and wants to fuck his insomniac boyfriend, Hob "I need to grade these papers" Gadling, in the endless:
In the voice of Samuel L Jackson: Go the fuck to sleep
#the sandman#morpheus#hob gadling#dreamling#smexy times#rude joke#i don't actually know if dream CAN'T spend lots of time in the waking world or not#it's kind of just a headcanon#and i've never read the comics so#yeah#this is just a joke#can i go the fuck to sleep?#i don't wanna fuck#i just want to actually get some fucking sleep
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y’all i need an opinion !! moots and followers that are +18 and date a man, does your man trades sex for videogames???
cuz like today i was SO READY and my bf was like “yeah i need to do these things on Weekend League on FIFA so we cant today bb” and i was so—
#its not the first time it happened#probably wont be the last#but this makes me so mad#and i feel neglected af#do your bfs do this too???#SORRY FOR THE TMI#lena rambles#smexy times
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Hey been gaming too much to post but now that Overwatch is bad again I’ll probably post more lol
#dummy thicc#big t1ts#big tiddy gf#girl#big tiddy baby#big tiddy committee#selfie#big hooters#woman#smexy times#smexy#sexy#best girl
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Here’s some Sentipark, also lil Thomas :3
#fanart#cute#art#cute art#gay#ship art#hellpark fanart#hellpark thomas#thomas hp#ho#sentipark picket#sentipark#Sentipark pep#pep#smexy#smexy times#smexy af#smexy time#cute squishy thing
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"At least I'm good in bed"
I decided to write some of the smut in my head. Canon was giving me blue-balls with all that fade to black. This is a continuation of Ep 3 where King offers to be something good in Uea's life. Fic under the cut, but ALSO posted on AO3 here. Enjoy!
This is 18+ only. Under 18, DNI.
“At least I’m good in bed,” King said against the skin of Uea’s shoulder. Even without seeing his face, Uea could tell he had a self-satisfied smirk. If his brain hadn’t been so full of static from the orgasm he’d just received and the emotional drop he always seemed to have after sex, he might’ve been bratty about King’s comment. But he’d already said something mean and, as per usual, King had found a way to not let the blow land. Instead, he’d sidestepped into offering something sweet and as soon as Uea had found another caustic remark to hurl, had turned offered himself up to taunt with his boast. Uea didn’t know how to feel about being so deftly handled. He didn’t like to think that anything about him was easy.
“Can we go again?” King asked, fingers squeezing Uea’s to draw back his attention to the present and out of his head. Damn him, Uea cursed, realizing he’d once again been read too easily. He shifted his body, still half underneath King’s, and found that yes, he could do another. Frankly, as much as he’d tried to limit King’s access to him by limiting the times per week they’d meet, he couldn’t seem to stop once they were together. Their arrangement offered him something he’d never had before: simple pleasure. And Uea found that he was starving for it.
“Do you think you have the energy?” Uea teased, pushing up as if to turn onto his back. King’s body shifted and caged his to stop his movement, his mouth now back in reach of Uea’s. He kissed Uea like he was tasting him, like he was savoring his lips, like he was sure he had all the time in the world to enjoy the flavor he found there. Uea tried to distract him with kisses so he could turn over by letting his tongue tangle and dance with King’s, but King wouldn’t have it. He didn’t stop Uea as much as act as an immovable force himself.
“Lay back down. Let me taste you everywhere first,” King whispered as soon as they broke the kiss that threatened to chase away any sense of later from them both. Uea pulled back to look at King’s fathomless brown eyes, so dark to almost be black, and somehow always radiating heat despite how they seemed to absorb all light. Another pang of guilt hit Uea as they stared at each other. He wasn’t meant to feel this good with someone he didn’t love. He wasn’t meant to feel this good at all. His life was supposed to be built for suffering.
But who was he but a weak creature? Who was he, but a slave to his baser nature? He’d already ruined himself, what was a little more ruination? These meet ups were his cheat days. He was allowed to overindulge in pleasure when he was with King.
Slowly, Uea let body slide back to lay on the mattress. King’s mouth was back at his shoulder, his hands massaging and caressing Uea’s arms, and then he was moving his body lower. Heat bloomed over his skin under King’s mouth and hands. Uea was rehardening against the mattress under him, his body started to arch under King’s as he sucked kisses and nipped teasingly at Uea’s skin. The drag of the blanket down his hips made Uea’s eyes pop open as King’s mouth went lower and lower. He must’ve tensed because King paused his progression, but didn’t stop kneading at the muscles of Uea’s hips and lower back.
“Is this okay?” he asked, then slowly dragged a hand down over the curve of Uea’s ass cheek, thumb tracing along his crack as if Uea didn’t know exactly what he had planned. Uea caught their reflection in the darkened windows and could see King staring back at him in return. He didn’t like to admit how good they looked together. He hated how well King’s tanned skin complimented how pale he was and how they were so similar in size that it never looked like King was looming over him. Now, though, King’s eyes were patient and searching as he waited for Uea to give him the go ahead or to tell him to stop. Uea could tell him to stop, he knew he could, but did he want to?
Keeping eye contact, Uea nodded at their reflection and then, as smoothly as he could manage, buried his face in his arms in an attempt to hide himself. He didn’t need King knowing how much he wanted it, but his body couldn’t seem to lie to King. As King resumed his path, Uea’s hips lifted and tilted, his body yearning for King’s. King’s mouth and hands moved lower and lower until the warm flat of King’s tongue against Uea’s entrance made him jump and moan his forearm. He was still so sensitive down there and King was exploiting it with every teasing trace the tip of his tongue made around the well used muscles and with every sucking kiss against his rim. Uea let himself sink into the feelings it dredged up, let himself moan and gasp. Before he knew it, his hips were rocking back against the pressure of King’s mouth, his cock dragging against the sheets beneath him.
“Fuck me, King. Quit teasing,” Uea managed to gasp out, even as he reached back to clutch at King’s hair. King stopped what he was doing and pulled Uea’s hand from his hair, kissing the backs of Uea’s fingers before pulling away completely. Uea took the opportunity to roll onto his back finally and sit up. He watched King crawl to the side table to retrieve another condom and roll it on. He knee walked back over to where Uea waited. Mentally, Uea had a moment of wondering why he wanted to be on his back with King moving over him. The position was so intimate. There would be nowhere to hide from those dark eyes as he fell apart. He needed space between them.
Uea sat up and rolled to his knees, meeting King halfway across the bed. Without any preamble, he kissed King and let his own hands do the talking for him. King’s skin was so warm against his and the smell of his body wash was still there in traces under the clean smell of sweat. King held Uea’s waist and pressed their bodies together from knee to nipple. It was overwhelming how good it felt.
“I wanna be on top,” Uea managed to say between kisses. King managed to hum that he’d heard and let their bodies topple back onto the mattress with him on bottom. Uea straddled him and before he could get swept away, he pulled back to savor the feeling of King’s cock slipping between his cheeks.
“You’re so fucking hot,” King praised, hands sliding up Uea’s thighs until he could grasp his hips. His hips undulated under Uea and he seemed to enjoy the tease as much as Uea was. It felt good. Everything felt so good, but Uea knew it was about to get better. Allowing King to hold onto his hips and steady him, Uea reached back to guide King’s cock back into his body. He slipped in with little resistance and Uea let himself bask in the faint stretch of that first thrust into his body. Then it was bliss. His brain shut off and Uea let his body take what it wanted from King’s. They rocked together like a single being, pushing and pulling until the pleasure started to crest between them.
“Please,” Uea whispered, unsure when King had sat up and when Uea himself had wrapped his arms tightly around his shoulders to lock their bodies against one another. King was guiding his hips as they came together over and over. Uea’s cock strapped between them was throbbing with the need for release.
“I got you, Uea. I always got you,” King replied, a hand snaking between them to wrap around Uea’s erection. The broken, high pitched cry that came from Uea said it all as he started to fuck between the two points of pleasure he was receiving. He was dimly aware of King moaning and cursing into his skin, but the closer he got, the more white noise seemed to fill his ears as he chased and chased and chased the end.
“You can come, baby, whenever you want. I got you,” King breathed against Uea’s ear. With the permission granted, and that he hadn’t known he’d been waiting for now given, Uea’s core locked up as he gasped and came between them. King’s hand stroked him through it until nothing was left to be squeezed from Uea’s cock. Uea tried to collapse, but King held him tight and chased his own end in half a dozen brutal thrusts. It felt like too much, but Uea wasn’t ready to care. He wasn’t ready to examine any of the words King had said, yet or contemplate how embarrassing his own neediness had been. He was back in that pleasant, floating palace where all his nerve endings sang and someone was petting his skin and murmuring quiet praise to him.
King collapsed backwards and pulled Uea with him, allowing him to slide to the side as King handled the cleanup. Uea shut his eyes and turned his face into one of King’s pillows, inhaling his scent and reveling in how relaxed he felt. He felt so safe right then, like he could fall asleep and nothing bad would happen in the morning. That feeling was the most dangerous one and the one he guarded against the fiercest. It was, however, the end of three rounds of fucking, and Uea really was very, very tired. A small sleep wouldn’t put him in too much danger. So he let his eyes stayed shut and let his breath go deep and calm and he let himself stop thinking for a while.
#bed friend#bed friend the series#bed friend ep3#bed friend spoilers#bed friend ficlet#bed friend fanfic#bed friend fic#kinguea#king x uea#smexy times
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Yo. If you’re a G3 toralei fan and need a prompt for some smexy times. Do reach out. I am absolutely DESPERATE to see some good Toradeen times
#monster high#clawdeen wolf#toralei stripe#cleo de nile#frankie stein#draculaura#toradeen#toralei x clawdeen#clawdeen x toralei#smexy times
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Me when I see my girlfriend booba
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black berry cookie
#art#cringe#cute#uwu#ghost#cookie run#Black berry#crk fanart#Ghost#candles#Dress#Floating#smexy times#halloween#Souls#october#happy halloweeeeeeen#pop art#Black berry cookie
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Should I make a possessed Kazuha smut story 😭🤭
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Brain: alright then it’s really time to sleep now
Me at 3 am: Wouldn’t it be neat to have a vampire partner when you’re on you’re period 😳
#vampires#fresh memes#meme#memes#dank#dank memes#tumblr quotes#sorry not funny#ooh la la#smexy times#vampire memes
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Like my hat?
#dummy thicc#big t1ts#big tiddy gf#girl#big tiddy baby#big tiddy committee#selfie#big hooters#woman#smexy times
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friendships in which you are your true self with them >>>>
#friends#friendship#girlblogging#aesthetics#girl best friend#wattpad#love#new york#new your city#citycore#night#night aesthetic#smexy#smexy times#photodump#moodboard
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In Emily By Heart, Jonathan has whisked them away for a 36 hour vacation because of an inspirational Saturday the week before. He wants a repeat with no annoyances and no interruptions. What was so special about that Saturday, you might ask? Good, cuz imma tell you. nothin' but filth here, my dudes.
AO3
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There's fun to be had in front of the mirror, if you're naughty enough to try... 😏
@gwlemonyshenanigans
#1xr#mobile suit gundam wing#relena peacecraft#heero yuy#heero x relena#relena darlian#smexy times#gw fanart
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