#thoughts of dust

[chloesimaginationthings]

Don’t bring up Michael’s FNAF situationship dawg

[xoxohannas-world]

the world is a terrible place when my hair is unwashed

[xnzlian]

About to get whipped creamed in the face but prank backfired.

Killer belongs to RahafWabas Dust belongs to Ask-DustTale

[triona-tribblescore]

I just wanna draw them being all soft n stuff okay? :'( <333

[chuhees]

𝒽𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝓉𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 : MUNCH! 𝒿ake

──────𝓞𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐄 your pussy eating boyfriend

◜ᯅ◝ 【 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝓞 】 sjy + smut 18+ 𝟐𝟐𝟐 && pussy eating, munch! jake agenda, face riding brief mention⟢ cl𝓲ck

𝘀𝗮𝘃: 🎀 munch jake 🎀 (specifically blonde jake) agenda lives forever in my mind okay bai <\3

jake’s hair is a mess, stuck to his forehead due to his sweat, as he groans into you—your pussy, like its oxygen. his hands grip your thighs, knuckles white, arms tense from how hard he’s prying you open.

“fuck.. can’t stop.” jake pants, mumbling against your aching clit, thumb rubbing slow and greedily. “you taste so fucking good.”

you gasp, your thighs quivering, jake’s low groans in response—your sounds only turning him on more. jake’s hips grind against the bedsheets, hard and neglected, he hasn’t even thought about his own satisfaction.

jake’s obsessed with your taste, his mouth can’t seem to leave your folds.

“please.” you whimper, overwhelmed yet desperate.

jake lets out a breathless laugh, lips slick of your juices. “nah pretty,” he says darkly, eyes glazed over as he pulls back—enough to look at you. “you don’t get to say that and not mean it.” jake’s hands slide to your ass, gripping tight as he shifts underneath you.

“sit on my face.”

your heart stutters, trying to process what jake had just said.

“right now.”

you hesitate for a second, while he’s already dragging you up, positioning you above him with raw strength and need. “come on.” he coos, lips brushing against your inner thigh. “let me have all of you.”

you hover, but jake doesn’t give you a second to think—he pulls you down, his mouth open, tongue eager and waiting.

“fuck that’s it.” he groans, voice muffled between your thighs. “just like that… use me.”

jake’s hands stay on your hips, guiding you, encouraging every movement. he doesn’t need air, he needs you, soaking his face with your sweet liquid, trembling above him.

[casualshrimp-but-undertale]

nightmare being all “YOU MERE MORTALS!!! I SHANT BE TO YOUR LEVEL AND CATCH A COLD!!!!!” as he slowly realizes in absolute horror that yes, he is at that level, is funny to me

[zeldareference]

okay so like… who’s gonna tell him…..

[alastorss]

HAZBIN LOVE LANGUAGES

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ACTS OF SERVICE - ALASTOR

He's not good at being vulnerable, so acts of service are the only way he can tell you he cares. He's a gentleman through and through, always making sure you're safe and happy. Alastor has gotten used to moving you to the inside of the sidewalk when you join him on his strolls, standing in front of you when drunks approach, even making sure your clothes are folded. He isn't the nicest with his words, and he honestly kind of hates being touched, so he tries his best to do whatever he can to make you happy the only way he knows how. Romance and all that just isn't what he was built for, but he does care. Really.

WORDS OF AFFIRMATION + QUALITY TIME - ANGEL DUST

You think it would be physical touch, but that's far from the truth. Angel has been used his entire afterlife—as soon as he finds someone he feels safe and loved with, he'll settle down quickly. But because of his past, he'll constantly seek words of affirmation and give them in return. One, because he wants to hear you say things that make him feel secure in your relationship. And two, because he never wants you to feel the way he did with Val. Same goes for quality time: Angel never felt like he was valued or cherished in his past relationships so spending some quiet time with you is what he craves the most. Sure, sex is fun, but just being by your side is enough for him.

GIFT GIVING/GIFT RECEIVING - LUCIFER

The King of Hell can do anything. He can be anything. And he'd give you whatever you wanted if it meant seeing you smile. He's especially good at hand made gifts, his creativity and imagination never running dry. And when it makes you smile? That's the best gift he could ever ask for in return. Spoiling you is just what he does best, and if he has the capacity for it, then why not?

PHYSICAL TOUCH - HUSK

This guy is Touch Starved™️. The underworld has really messed with his head and put him into pretty dark places—drinking is all he knows until he meets you. And when you touch him? Oh boy. He malfunctions, but in a good way. It's like all the toment in his head goes quiet without needing to pound some bottles. So he gets used to it, does everything he can to get you to even hold his hands. It's nice knowing someone in this place has his back, past and all. And he does his best to return the affection, wanting you to feel all the same showers of love you give to him.

[caramel-cream50]

[ministarfruit]

yuri month day 4: I want you to hate me ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

[supercutszns]

kay this might be a CRAZY thing to say and idk if ur taking reqs rn but just!!! take this as a lil treat idk!!!!

luke w a sunburned reader……… and bro is obsessed w how he leaves handprints after he touches you…. IS THIS CRAZY IDK. AM I INSANE.

wc + pairing: 1.5k, luke castellan x daughter of poseidon! reader

notes/warnings: this thought literally made me feral thank u so much😵‍💫😵‍💫 got a little carried away but wanted to write some more of my twin beads babies so this was the perfect opportunity! reader is able to burn, mentions/allusions to sex, luke is horny but aren’t we all, just fluff & banter with smutty undertones

The waves roll in to break crisply against the shoreline. There’s a noise they make, a soft crackle and splash, that sounds like laughter. You’ve had a long, good day at the camp beach, savouring your one day off to lounge on the sand with your friends and swim as far as your legs could carry you. Percy was the only one willing to keep up with you—Clarisse tried and hid her bitterness when she failed, and Luke humoured you for all of five minutes until he realized he didn’t need to be your swim buddy anymore. Percy clumsily waded in after you each and every time, and it had never been more obvious the two of you were related.

Despite the beauty of the sun warming down the sky, Luke can’t bring himself to pay attention. There’s only you, between his legs, staring out at the water like you’re seeing it for the first time. You’re especially gorgeous after a long day at the beach. Even prettier now that Luke doesn’t have to pretend you’re not. The muscles and the skin he spent ages tracing in the darkness of his cabin have a new weight to them out here, heavy and captured in the shadow of the sun.

He pulls you against him, arms winding around your front. You’re so warm and he needs more of it. He presses his nose into the dip of your shoulder and breathes. You smell like salt and sunscreen, a citrusy comfort that’s defined the past five years of his life.

“You tired?” He asks, muffled against your skin. No matter what you say, he knows. He can feel you sinking into him, the way your muscles have melted away.

“I’m happy,” is all you say, because you know he knows too.

The curve of his smile matches the curve of your shoulder as he kisses your skin, twice. He never does it once anymore. Reminds him of all the years he’d spent pretending like he didn’t want you. The least he could do is double what he gives you; return everything he’s saved for you in your youth.

He feels you sigh as he traces the tip of his nose up the dip in your neck, and the way your breath wavers when his mouth follows suit. He kisses your neck lazily, lets his teeth scrape on your skin, lets himself soak in the warmth and your exhales. He likes it when you pretend this doesn’t drive you crazy.

You’re really not giving in this time, though, and he supposes he’s in no rush either, so he pulls back and rests on the heels of his palms. You groan a bit, but whatever you’re about to say is cut by his very pronounced, “Shit.”

You glance back at him. “What?”

His eyebrows pique. “You’re burnt, sailor. Like super burnt.”

“Really?” You try to crane to get a look at your back, which is futile, and sigh, “How bad?”

“Pretty bad.”

“Like three years ago camp triathlon bad?”

He shakes his head. “Like … last year’s kayaking trip bad.”

That settles you a bit, so you shrug. “Oh, that’s fine.” You wave Luke off and turn back to the sunset. “You know it’s so weird, I never burn in the water. It’s only when I’m out of it that it happens.”

“Or when heatstroke happens,” Luke remarks, taking the opportunity of your back facing him to run his fingers along your spine. “Do you remember after the triathlon right after I beat you? When you crossed the line and the second I came over you started—”

“Please don’t finish this—”

“—vomiting all over the place and nearly passed out in my arms?”

“Luke!”

“And that older Ares kid you thought was soooo hot had to take you to the infirmary?”

“Okay, that is enough!” You turn around and wrestle his hands away from you, until he pushes back and you’re both slapping each other wherever you can, laughing like children. “Colin Ackerman was hot, you were just jealous of him!”

He catches your splitting smile that hits his heart like a tsunami. “Yeah, I wonder why!” He manages to gain the upper hand and maneuvers you back into his arms, but you put on an impressive show pretending like it’s not what you wanted all along. Your back settles against him once again, your nose smushed to his cheek, and you nudge and nudge until he kisses you. You sigh and trace your finger along his jaw and Luke wants to kick himself stupid for going this long without tasting you whenever he could.

“You’re so annoying,” you grin, kissing his cheek.

“At least I’m not Colin Ackerman.”

You snort and kiss his face again before turning back to the lake. Luke takes it upon himself to keep running fingers up your spine, noticing how your skin ripples a different shade in his wake. He can’t believe he didn’t see you were burnt sooner. You never listen to him about wearing a shirt once you come out of the water. Unfortunately, the part of him in his boxers is often glad for that.

He watches intently as he presses his thumbs into your back and drags them out, feeling your muscles stretch. It’s distracting, the burn briefly fading on your skin under his fingertips. It’s like a map of exactly where he’s touching you. A mark that lingers.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, running his thumb down your back again just to see what it does to you.

“What?”

“Mm, this,” he murmurs, moving up, watching a river blossom between your shoulder blades as he touches you.

“Not really,” you let out a pleased sigh when he kneads your shoulders for a moment. “Feels good.”

“Yeah?”

He drags his hands down to the middle of your back, making sure to press hard enough that he can see the path he’s travelling. He rubs circles near your spine, a place he knows you knot up. “This?”

“Aye aye, captain.”

He presses his palms flat against your back and pulls away to see the imprint. Embarrassingly, he thinks it’s one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. His hands travel further, resting on your hips. “How about when I do… this?” He hitches his thumbs just below the waistband of your bottoms.

“Luke!” You whip back to him like you’re scandalized, which he knows very well as a look you give when you want to rile him up.

“What, I’m just asking!” He takes your hips and drags you back so you’re flush again. There’s a flash of your smile when you look back at him, and he knows he has you. He kisses your neck again, toying with your waistband, letting his fingers dip a little lower every time. “How’s that feel?”

You don’t answer him, and you don’t need to. The sigh you give when he kisses your pulse is enough. He lingers there, swiping his tongue over the spot, and takes his sweet time cherishing it. You make a little sound that nearly kills him. “So pretty like this,” he says. “Wanna see?”

The two of you are chest-to-chest before he even gets a chance to elaborate. He has to prod your face away with his nose to get you to stop kissing him. Suck on that, Colin Ackerman!

He looks down and feels your gaze follow. He rests a hand on one of your arms, draped over his shoulders. When he drags his thumb along your skin, the path snakes across your complexion. “Look.”

“Yeesh,” you say, and Luke laughs. He lays kisses along your arm, and he imagines this is what the ocean smells like. This is what lost sailors feel when they finally press their faces against land again.

“Can I take you back to my cabin?” He asks, letting his teeth graze the skin of your shoulder. He doesn’t ever want to move, watching the imprint of his thumbs against your ribs and his teeth on your neck. He wants to see his hands on you everywhere.

You wind a hand in his hair. “There will be people in there.”

He gently snaps the strap of your swimsuit against your shoulder with his mouth, “Your cabin?”

“Percy.”

The sigh he lets out is embarrassingly pent-up and he pulls away to look at you in your beautiful face. “Can I please take you somewhere nobody else is so I can take off all these clothes and see where else I can touch you?”

“Be my guest, captain,” you smile eagerly.

“Thank you,” he exhales, and you waste no time in kissing him again, open-mouthed and fervent. He imagines his handprints nestled into your back, your hips, your thighs, and he’s gotta get out of here before he gets too carried away. You feel good and warm and wonderful and he’s desperate for more.

Thankfully he has practice in patience when it comes to you, so he kisses you twice more until the scorch is unbearable. The two of you rush along the sand like drunks, until Luke gets you somewhere with a little less sun and a lot less fabric so he can make good on his word.

luke taglist: @sunniskyies @apollos-calliope @lillycore @sunny747 @m00ng4z3r @pabkeh @thaliagracesgf @theadventuresofanartist @bonnie-tz @ash-williamsss @sucker-4-angst @kitkat-writes-stuff @too-deviant @huang-the-geek @daughterofthemoons-stuff @jennapancake @idunnowhattonamethis @jarofshells @the-oracle-at-delphinitely-not @lauraisthebestyapper @nininehaaa

[pesky--dust]

I just love how pathetic Hannibal is. Will is in the mental institution (because of him) and yet Hannibal is still leaning towards him.

But at the same time I also love how Will catches it on and does the same in order to manipulate Hannibal further.

[supa-sweetheart]

Interesting…

[triona-tribblescore]

silly little doodle before I sleep <3

[chuhees]

─────DESPERATE, BABY

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗦 💌 when your boyfriend is desperate for your touch

◜ᯅ◝ 【 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝓞 】 bf! lhs + smut 𝟐𝟐𝟐 && jerking off, oral! (m receiving)⟢ cl𝓲ck4𝗣𝗔𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘

爱 : this was self indulgent ngl … also hi @sourkiki gulps

you felt your phone buzz in your car’s cupholder, the place you originally placed it in. the GPS said your drive home would be 30 minutes, but knowing the after work traffic, you’d be stuck there for at least an hour.

your hand rested on the steering wheel, you sigh as the cars ahead of you honked their horns. you pick your phone up, putting in your passcode and heading straight to your messages, where your boyfriend heeseung as texted you a few times.

hee💗: baby how much longer until you come home?

hee💗: need you so bad i’m spiraling [image]

hee💗: thinking of your tight pussy

you laugh a bit, typing your response. you know your boyfriend would be home before you, you just didn’t think he’d be so hard right after work. you put your phone down, back in its original spot, your hands back on the wheel, continuing to slowly drive through the highway traffic.

at home, heeseung rested in bed, his work attire still on. his tie loose around his neck, the buttons undone half way on his button down, pants open revealing his boxer waistline. heeseung couldn’t hold back, he pulls his pants down to his knees, alongside his boxers.

heeseung’s hand wraps around his hard length, gently stroking. his right hand, tending to his achy groin, while his left hand had his phone. on heeseung’s phone played a video of you two from last night. right after you showered, heeseung had pulled you on top. the way you rode him was hot, too hot. so hot, he had to pull his phone out to record your beauty.

now the video played on his phone, while he continued to get off. heeseung hands shake, whimpers and moans leaving his lips with every stroke.

“fuck.. fuck..” heeseung breaths, hands moving up and down his cock desperately. “so beautiful for me.” the way your body looked on top of him.. it was too much to take in. heeseung images your wet heat, taking him balls deep.

heeseung cums, all over. on his abdomen, his hand, the bedsheet. his sticky white fluid got everywhere, heeseung tries to catch his breath. a strangled moan leaves heeseung’s lips, your name falls from them—the word he knows best, especially in moments like these.

you open the door to the bedroom, finding him sweating through his work clothes. his hand remained wrapped around his cock, still finding his breath.

heeseung blinks up at you. “b-baby you’re finally home.”

you bite back a smirk. “couldn’t wait a couple minutes huh?”

you toss your purse to the side, crawling onto the bed slowly. “good thing i’m here now. still hard for me?”

heeseung nods his head, the video of you still playing in his hand. “you looked so good last night baby, so pretty bouncing on my cock.”

you look at the video, then at the ropes of cum on his abdomen, his hand, and the white duvet below him—which has dried up and stained the sheet. “you really made a mess hee.”

heeseung’s cheeks flush pink, the same pink as when he drinks past his limits. you crawl closer between his legs, hands running up his thigh. he flinches, his cock twitches whilst still in his grasp. he’s still hard—a second round of precum leaking from the tip.

“mm” you hum, letting your nails graze up his skin. “still hard baby.”

heeseung nods slowly, an embarrassed expression on his face. “hurts…”

you pout, fingers wrapped gently around his base. “poor baby..”

you flatten your tongue and slowly lick a strip on its underside. you watched heeseung fall apart, this thighs tremble—hands reaching for your hair. your tongue swirls around the head, causing heeseung’s eyes to roll back.

“does it feel good baby?” you murmur against his cock, with mocking sympathy.

heeseung nods furiously. “y-y-yes baby… so good.”

you continue to suck him, tiny moans and whines leaving heeseung’s lips. his head rests against the headboard, hand gripping your hair tightly as you bop your head slowly up and down his length—cheeks hallow.

“your mouth…” heeseung gasps suddenly. “so fucking wet baby.” his hand grips your ponytail tightly, eagered for more.

“w-wait..” he gasps again. “g-gonna cum princess.”

you don’t stop, in fact you only suck faster—your hands on this thighs for support. you watch as heeseung sobs out your name, begging you to let him cum.

you pull off his cock with a soft pop, cum leaking everywhere. you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, his cheeks hot—a panting mess, sweat down his forehead.

“princess…” heeseung breathes, absolutely dazed. “you broke me.”

you smirk, crawling up to kiss his jaw. “good.”

[firstprinced]

you can't take them anywhere