#squirmies

[catfindr]

[lxdymaria]

˚✧ ELDEN RING ∞ ° ˎˊ˗  

[sharkenedfangs]

— ☆ “YOU REALLY ARE A FREAK . . . KYLAR .”

promise he didn’t mean to stupidly jack off to you , it was just hormonal urges acting up, yeah.

Fuck, underneath this thin layer of pure impulsivity, he’s undeniably aware that he should’ve stopped things here the second it escalated— Hastily shut off the cheaply recorded clips hazily shown back towards him by the dimly lit monitoring of his screen. He had his tell-tale suspicions secretly simmering deep within, yeah, lil’ freak here knew you weren’t necessarily the most loyal of people ‘round town. Didn’t mean his skittish eyes to instinctively seek yours out in a crowded room, hidden amongst the numerous people he’d usually glance over in bare disinterest when in search for your own recognizable frame. A harmless crush, he’d initially call it to soothe the lurking urges annoyingly gnawing at the back of his mind, repeatedly whispering to him the instinctual need to fervently possess you further, sweetly leave his fair share of littered marks all around your unblemished skin so that the town may notably take notice of your cherished bond.

Still, this is— this is so fuckin’ unfair, y’know?? How dare you merely prove your brazen disloyalty to him time and time again and here he is, curled fist stubbornly snug around his leaking cock, tacky globs of pre-cum profusely dribbling out of his swollen slit as if he’s not crudely getting off to the sight of you— you, fucking getting your whorish boy hole ruined by another person. Desperate bucks of his hips, jeans carelessly slung down to his ankles below, rest of his sticky with cum underwear probably thrown somewhere along the scattered mess in his room. It’s sick, downright vile and he knows it, but fuck— it has started off with a familiar scowl making its way past his normally soft features when faced with your usually placate room devoid of anyone else but his watchful eyes carefully taking in the sight of your snoozing frame comfortably tucked away under the woollen covers.

Except, you’re not truly alone and ah, here goes.. Robin? Seamlessly sneaking himself into your room instead, not him, but that fucking friend of yours constantly sticking to your sides at school, outside of there too — yes, he’s checked, no he’s not a creep for it! — Affectionately nosing along the crook of your neck, muttering out wistful words, he, himself cannot possibly hope to discern considering his— well, namely cheap equipment he has to forcibly deal with, here. Subtle brush of your best friend’s palm sneakily disappearing underneath the thick blanket, though he can barely make out the outline of his hand dizzyingly slipping its way past your boxers, probably.. hah, feeling your cute cock up, sticky mess pervertedly staining the material already. The little, heated sighs collectively tumbling forth from both of your lips, discreetly obscured within the dark corners of your narrow room shouldn’t be affecting him this much. Yet, it is as proven by the burning flush heating his cheeks, teeth instinctively digging into the rosy flesh of his bottom lip. Inwardly seething at the pure display of love intimately being shown to him — without your aforementioned knowledge too, by the way — and that his cock itself is painfully reacting to it, stupidly tented against the front of his ripped jeans, craning his neck closer as if it might magically allow him to see your movements beneath.

Don’t need to wait all that long for it since you decisively do the honours for him of course, or unfortunately Robin here, whose hands and lips are busying themselves all over your originally untouched body. Supple fingertips coyly caressing rhythmic circles along your hips, thumb lovingly circling around the edge of your hot, drooling tip freed out in the air. Relishing in the hitched gasps, slightest shivers of your curled frame snugly pressed against his, adorably pleading for more with a needy whine of his name. A name, name that should be Kylar’s — not his. Repressed freak frustratingly chewing at his chipped nails, gaze not leaving your glazed over eyes for the briefest of seconds in favour of freeing his fat, throbbing cock from the tight of confines of his pants. It’s— It’s not bad! He’s just helping himself because at the end of the day, he’s nothing but a man too, just like you. A pathetic loser who’s wracked in a mess, stupidly fisting his cock at the bare sight of your figure being sinfully defiled by your best friend hidden beneath the haphazardly spread sheets. Swollen, pink nipples shown out in the cooling air for his eyes to breathlessly take in, soon also taken by Robin’s mouth hungrily latching onto one of them. Audibly suckling on the perky buds with noisy sucks, relishing in the muted gasps gradually being drawn out of you. Noticeable scrunch of your face, timid grasp finding its way entangled along the soft strands of your best friend’s hair in a shy mewl for more cuz’ shit, it must feel good, right?

He could make you feel way better than that, promise! Though that’s the very last repetitive protest on his blurring mind, dumbly shut off as he jerks himself off. Slippery slides of his palm gliding along his cum coated length in an audible squelch!, rhythmic up-and-down motion of fisting his cock raw against his palm, furiously humping upwards in time with each controlled thrust of Robin on the other end. Hah, wonder what you’d do if you truthfully knew what he’s currently doing, how that precious owl toy gifted to you on that faithful day wasn’t for innocent intentions and all that, wasn’t to kindly look over you to make sure you’re always at ease. He means, it is! But, not necessarily that, no— in fact, it’s for opportunities like this. Like a pervert, he’s shamelessly getting off to your tight, little fucking hole being stuffed full of your best friend’s fat cock, bobbing dick cutely swaying between the tantalizing spreading of your thighs. Legs deftly locked around Robin’s hips in a tentative beg to keep going! and feels so fuckin’ good! and oh, how he wishes he was the one stupidly balls deep inside of you. Subtle arch of your back, peppered kisses being repeatedly planted against your pouty lips, lolling tongue and rolling eyes and fuuuckkk—- it’s the second you make immediate contact with him, maybe not out of purpose. No, definitely not, but the split second of eye contact you both share, slightest flicker of your gaze settling upon the owl who’s flickering camera is blinking back, recording this all — that has his hips stuttering, head impulsively thrown back and whiny moans hurriedly spilling past his open lips as hot spurts of his sticky seed spurt out of his cock and into the air. Stiffening limbs wracked with his orgasm, quivering legs sat atop his creaking chair all the while milking every last drop of his cock, till it uselessly dribbles out in pitiful droplets onto the ground.

Ah, look at the effects you have on him that he embarrassingly enough, cums so quickly from a mere glance of your eyes in his direction. And really, how he should be properly blaming you for the coated mess on his wooden floorboards which he should be currently cleaning right about now, lest his parents find out again. Truly, he should probably go and.. grab a wet rag now.

..And some tissues for later.

[jesuistrestriste]

Calling Art ‘Artemis’ in public while out with a group of friends and he gets hard IMMEDIATELY. desperately trying to his it from the other while he whimpers from the lack of friction..

i’m literally losing it my god #ovulating (also sorry for spamming your asks all the time)

venus real as fuck.

like you’re out with art and a handful of other tennis players at some catered banquet, gathered around a table and conversing casually. neither of you really know these individuals; it’s all small-talk, and polite smiles, and laughing at the right times.

you’re sat right next to the blonde, and he’s engaged in what-seems-to-be an interesting conversation. your knee knocks his, but it doesn’t do much except make his breath catch subtly for a moment. and then he’s back to talking.

you talk with some others at the table, and then a hostess arrives with an anticipatory smile and opens her notepad. “what can i get for everyone?”

the others order, going around the circle, and then it gets to you before it gets to art.

you hum, looking over the menu of different expensive wines and luxurious dishes, and you sigh. your eyes pour over the options. your knee bumps art’s again, and he jolts slightly in his seat.

“what are you thinking, Artemis?”

everyone at the table looks to the man next to you, completely confused. artemis? no, that’s art. what’s going on?

but art knows what’s going on. he looks to you, a whine bubbling up in his throat that he has to swallow down as his cheeks tint a bright red up to his ears. his real, full name was something you were only supposed to use against him in the bedroom.

not in public. not here.

and because the only other times he’s heard it come out of your mouth have been when you were praising him or telling him he had permission to come, his cock starts to involuntarily swell in his dress pants.

he shakes his head and clears his throat as he tries to push down the nervousness and arousal that he assumes is as clear as day on his face.

“i— i don’t know yet, im still deciding,” he says to you, an embarrassed chuckle spilling forth.

you smile at him softly, innocently, and nod.

now his knee is pushing against yours under the tabletop, harder than you had tapped his minutes prior, and you know he’s silently begging for you to do something.

he shifts in his seat, basically writhing, and his breathing falters. the person sitting on the opposite side of him gives him a funny look like ‘this dude has ants in his fuckin’ pants’, but they remain oblivious to the pulsing boner art has fully popped in his clothing. poor guy.

Artemis, Artemis, Artemis.

it rings through his skull, in your voice, as he sits there and waits for you to order so that he can do the same. he wants this whole fiasco to be over so that he can excuse himself, stand up from his chair, cover the tent in the front of his pants, and wobble his way to the public bathrooms to take care of himself.

he’d curse you out if he could, but he’s too busy squirming in his seat against the hot pleasure starting to bubble in his lower abdomen. no, it’s boiling now. his shaft rubs against the inside of his boxers in the wrong way, and the smallest of noises leaves his lips.

you’re evil.

[dimpleskinard]

Yeah, you're not the only one. I was super jealous. You? Over what?

[midnightmoons28]

A needy Friday afternoon 💋

[bittsandpieces]

struck by cupid's arrow (penetrated, you could say)

[redmyeyes]

Best of: Happy Skippy

Jonathan Bailey as Tim Laughlin, FELLOW TRAVELERS

[diana-andraste]

Dolores del Rio in Bird of Paradise, 1932

[musette22]

Sebastian Stan once again bringing up his wish to work with Chris Evans on Broadway when asked about his dream role on Broadway or the West End

[poomphuripan]

I just want to see with my own eyes… the person who… made my brother go meditate.

MY STAND-IN (2024) | 1.08

[rinneverse]

@mydiluc this is dedicated to u bc you put this evil evil thought in my brain. cw for f!reader + daddy kink + creampie :)

the first time you call chifuyu matsuno “daddy,” it takes all of his willpower not to spill his load inside you right then and there.

his hips stutter and his hand, interlocked with yours, squeezes just hard enough that your eyes flutter open to look up at him. they’re foggy with lust, drunk on the taste of him, and if it were humanly possible he thinks that your pupils would be in the shape of hearts with how much adoration swims in your gaze.

he’s breathless as he asks, “what did you say?”

you grow shy, taking your bottom lip in between your teeth as you look away from him.

chifuyu suddenly stops. his blue eyes narrow as he leans closer to you, chest pressing to yours as the hand holding your hip squeezes gently.

you’re cute flustered, but he wants answers. he asks again, lips brushing yours: “what did you say, princess?”

“f-fuyu…” you whine in embarrassment. when he clicks his tongue, you squirm even more before you relent. “daddy, please.”

“please what?”

chifuyu rocks his hips slightly, keeping you on that precipice of pleasure that draws a hazy fog in your head. the way you grip his cock makes his eyes furrow with pleasure; it’s taking all of his strength just to keep himself from fucking you into the mattress beneath you already.

“need you, daddy. please—fuck me, i was so close, need your cock to fill me up—”

he makes a satisfied noise in the back of his throat at your desperate plea, lips attaching to the column of your neck as he finally pulls out far enough to thrust into you again, long and deep strokes that send you reeling. you keen as your back arches into him, broken sobs of “more, more, daddy, please” tumbling from your lips.

“again, baby. call me that again.” chifuyu murmurs, breath catching as you squeeze deliciously around him.

“daddy, m’ gonna cum…!”

“that’s my girl, taking me so well—fuck—gonna pound you until you’re filled up with my cum. how’s that sound?”

and when you tip over the edge, cunt pulsing around him as your orgasm hits you hard, he falls over with you, hips pressing flush to yours as he cums deep inside you.

as he comes down, his lips press gentle kisses up the slope of your jaw, works his way along your cheeks, the bridge of your nose, until he finally presses them to yours, sweet and loving.

when the pleasure-filled haze in your gaze lessens and you cup his face adoringly, he smiles down at you. he hasn’t pulled out yet, too content wrapped up in the embrace of you to even care how wet and slick you may be together.

“i didn’t know you were into that,” chifuyu hums, pressing a chaste kiss to the palm of your hand. you swipe your thumb across the apple of his cheek slowly.

“i didn’t know either,” you respond, bashful. “it just kind of slipped out.”

he chuckles, pressing his forehead to yours. “well. dunno if you could tell, but i liked it.”

you titter. “i know, baby.”

he nips at your lips playfully, drawing another giggle out of you. “would you be mad at me if i wanted you to say it again?”

you smile coyly. his hands wander your body, gentle caresses that hold the promise of a second round—you know chifuyu, and you know how insatiable he is once he gets started.

“‘course not, daddy,” you purr. “and you promised to fill me up, didn’t you?”

“i did, baby. i promise you’ll get exactly what you want.”

[hyewka]

thinking abt edging sub!taehyun and you’re sucking him off while his hands are tied as he lets out the most prettiest high pitched moans and whimpers and he’s just begging and begging for reader to fuck him already and you decide to finally comply once you see tears start to fall from his eyes due to all the pleasure he’s feeling and once reader finally sinks onto him he’s bursting his seed and filling you up bc he just can’t handle it anymore! but ofc reader is just getting started and taehyun becomes an overstimulated mess below you eyes rolling back cheeks drenched in his tears and drool falling from his mouth bc he just can’t keep his mouth closed (so sorry if this isn’t good this my first time sending in an ask)

Oh my god.

[piss-stained-jorts]

saw some clown on here whining about other people not liking kissing and reducing it to the gross parts and that it’s indicative of a society that fears flesh (which yes it does but that’s not how to go about making the point) and blah blah fucking blah

anyway instead of being a salty bitch and getting into an internet argument with some stranger I’m gonna be a Big Adult and use my rage and spite to remind all of you that

hating kissing is okay, you’re not weird or broken or a prude,

whether you’re asexual or allosexual it’s fine if you despise swapping spit with another human being, it doesn’t mean you love them any less, and you’re FINE. love is expressed in different ways. humans celebrate each other differently, love comes in different forms, it’s fine if you only want to kiss people you’re close to or not at all or literally anything in-between, and shaming people for hating an act of intimacy is fucked up. show love how you want. enjoy the company of others how you want. you don’t have to see kissing as anything more than the gross parts, and “reducing” it to that or whatever is just as okay as romanticizing it as something more. it’s just some ritual humans made up, and we’re allowed to feel literally any fucking way in the world about it.

live your life. be free. 

[midnightmoons28]

Sssshhhh 🐱

[littlewigglers]

Shoelace throwing a little tantrum because Bark walked over her.