#*sighs dreamily*

[taxidermychrist]

i am not immune to the allure of a girl faggot

[coldcutfruit]

Mizu, Blue Eye Samurai

[ma1dita]

yeah....

(i wouldnt act like this everytime he appears on ig if this man wouldnt stop posting crumbs instead of feeding us on social media i wanna punch him)

[astronomicalcandy]

Have y’all ever just stared at pictures of f/o and your mind went “I’m so madly in love with them”

[stargirlrchive]

do we all collectively agree that simon prefers for you to cockwarm him with your mouth? yes or yes?

he loves when there’s a ring of your spit at the base of his cock, his balls heavy and slick with your spit as you look up at him all pretty !!

his hands massaging your sore jaw and he gives a few soft nudges to your throat w shallow thrust :(

[foursaints]

i think evan rosier (known control freak who is weird about his own physicality) CANNOT tolerate having a cold. whenever he comes down with anything, he regains control over the situation by passing the germs on to barty. evan puts barty on his knees, and fingers open his mouth, and spits on his tongue when he's at his most contagious (evan, the healer, would know). barty swallows nicely, and smiles, and thinks it's the hottest thing anyone's ever done to him.

this way evan feels less helpless when he lets barty dote on him— barty's already started sniffling & coughing when he brings evan his tissues, crackers, blankets— and evan knows it will only be a week until their positions are reversed. he thinks about his germs inside his boyfriend's body, weakening it for him. he thinks about how helpless barty will look in the sickbed, all while he curls up in his arms.

[sketchy--akechi]

flowers for the boyfr

[miurenne]

why is she looking at me like that

[lookingforthesteamer]

jinkx for cosmopolitan (photos by patrick donovan)

[gornackeaterofworlds]

Rottmnt Community

This is ur man?

Turtles bought by @fishsticksloser

[takami-takami]

Giving Keigo sloppy head. That's the ask, I swear he'd be so conflicted on whether to finish in your mouth or keep going because it feels good?! Like, the possibilities of this scenario????

Keigo thinks he could just about die here, his slouched posture held up by one hand resting on the mattress behind him, the other gently cradling the back of your head. A gentleman, really.

"You're doing so well already, fuck," he grits out. "Lips go over the teeth, baby. Perfect. A little deeper now..."

Through all the times he's fantasized about being in this position, he never expected the sounds to be his downfall. Your drooling lips sound absolutely sloppy with each bob of your head, the friction against his heated skin causing the most sinful noises to ring in his ears. It sends reverberating shocks straight to the dick that he's so happily getting wet.

If someone told Keigo this morning that you would come up to him that night, twiddling your thumbs and looking down to nervously ask him to "please, show me how"?

He would have craned his neck to look for cameras as if it were some sort of prank, or just assumed he died saving some citizen on his last mission and this was his reward awaiting him at the pearly gates.

"Yeah, the spit makes it better. Don't worry 'bout the mess," he assures you. You respond by sighing in relief, allowing the spit of your drool to coat his dick, sticking to the skin with each movement. It's obscene, the way you pop him out of your mouth to spit on his tip again, fisting his cock in the downtime. You lave your tongue against the head once, twice, before bottoming out once more.

He can't tear his lidded eyes away, jaw hanging slack with pleasure and a peachy blush creeping up his neck.

"So pretty," he sighs out. "My messy baby..."

Oh, that makes you moan.

Keigo notices. He feels the vibrations on his cock before it hits his ears, and he can't help but buck his hips up into you, earning a pleased choke.

"Yeah, get as much on it as you can," his eyes lock in on the foamy mess coating his base, dripping down onto his sensitive sack. They're swollen and round, perfect for your delicate fingers to massage. "That's right, fuckin' drool around my cock, baby."

In the back of his mind, he wonders if he should fuck you after this, or if he should fist himself to completion over you. Would you let him finish on your face, he wonders? Maybe you'd let him on your chest? Ultimately, none of these options will come to pass. He doesn't have the will in him to pull out right now, not when your cheeks just hollowed and your tongue just laved sinfully against him yet again... and again... and again—

"Coming—", a weak whine of a warning and another hand on the back of your head is all you get before he's filling your mouth, balls tightening as he spills load after load directly down your swallowing throat. His thighs that you grab for stability tense and twitch while he gets lost in the feeling of his dick throbbing inside your pretty little mouth.

Diligent as ever, you keep bobbing and slobbering on his cock, as he watches through one eye peeked open, the other shut in near-painful ecstacy.

"O-Oh, baby, too much," he warns. "Fuck," he laughs between gasps, slowly sliding himself out of you and slapping the tip against your pursed lips for good measure.

"Did I do okay," you ask, lips and chin coated in saliva. The sight alone is enough to pull him back under that same, hazy trance.

"You did perfect, angel," he manages to slur between gasps and swallows, pulling you up for a rewarding kiss. "So perfect f'me. God, I fucking love you."

[kikarouflames]

Just thinking about how beautiful and ethereal Levi would look under the moonlight. His smooth pale skin would dazzle like gem and his hairs darker than the night would frame his face exactly like how the nightsky frames the moon. His silver eyes reflecting the moonlight sheltered under the veil of his long dark eyelashes.

The image so imagined is simply the most magical thing ever.

[nartothelar]

have you ever seen an emmet so beautiful you swooned

[dewwydelcra]

GUYS THEY POSTED HIM AGGAAAAIIINN!!!!

[poppy-metal]

procrastinating like crazy dont tell my bio professor but but i raise to yoy ... upperclassman!jordan who's in some of your classes--who you aren't reaallyy friends w but it's sort of implied that they r there for you bc they always seem to end up coming to ur rescue when creepy guys hit on u at parties 🙄 because your scumbag bf is probably too busy playing beer pong with his bros. it's not like you and jordan go out of ur way to hang out w each other but you know they care about you at least a tiny bit !!

and it just so happens they live in the same building as aforementioned bf. n when you and he get into a fight--a big one, bad enough to leave tears streaming down your cheeks n your hands fisted at your sides--and you just want to get away from him, their door is the one u end up knocking on. sniffling when they open it up, barely having time to open your mouth around a meek "'m sorry." before they're gripping your chin, painstakingly gentle, eyes panicky. "hey- what happened? you're not hurt, are you?" and their tone, the way they touch you, everything--js makes you feel so much better :( hiccuping out "can i come in?" and they aren't gnna say no 🙄

make sure everything's okay, that he didn't hurt you, get you a drink n everything before sitting on the edge of their bed. you pacing, ranting abt dookieface bf between sniffles 😔 all "i just- i don't know who he thinks he is. i know i'm not perfect, whatever, but--i'm nice to him!! i mean, for fuck's sake, i'm pretty cute, too. nd he just- he doesn't care about me. i don't know what i did wrong." jordan mumbling out "hey, c'mere." bc your voice breaks w the last sentence and you're crying all over again :( wrap you up in their arms, hand coming up to hold the back of your neck. "you didn't do anything wrong, freshie. he's just an asshole." n they don't say it but they're fantasizing abt allll the ways they could kill him 🤗

and you pull back, wiping your cheeks w the back of your hand. "don't think he likes me, jordan. he ignores me nd--he's probably cheated on me a million times. it's like i don't mean anything to him--he can't--won't even make me cum." and jordan raises an eyebrow at that one. n you're quick on the defensive, "'s just- i don't know. don't even think he tries." and booy have u piqued their interest. you're just digging yourself a hole, unable to stop ur words from spilling out. "he- he was my first. ever. and it's like that meant nothing to him." taking a step back n mumbling out, "i'm sorry. that was too much, i just... i should probably go, anyways." as if they would ever let you 🙄 especialky after that lil confession.

n you're still close enough that they can grab your hips, pull you back towards them all gentle. "'s that why you came here, hm?" soft smirk on their face at the way you flush, stumbling over your words, your excuses--gripping your chin to shut you up. "shh. he's an asshole, baby, i know." when they stand up and turn you around, hands moving to your waist to sit you on their bed. your big eyes looking up at them, your shaky little voice when you whisper out, "jordan..." them pushing your legs apart so they can step between them :( grabbing at your thighs, leaning in so you can feel their hot breath on your ear when they whisper, "what is it, little girl? need me to make you cum, hm?" nddd you know it's wrong but you r nodding :( a little bit frantically :( and zoo wee mama are you in for it!! bc they csll jordan pussy destroyer for a reason!!!

too dleepy to proofread anf also my demons possessed me and. couldnt fight them off but ❤️❤️ love u poppy!!

-🦸‍♀️

grabs u by the shoulders and shakes u

breath catching n tears teetering on your lashes your mouth dropping in a perfect O when jordan pushes your thighs apart. their ringed hands sliding up your stocking clad thighs is enough to suck all the air out of the room and you're already panting by the time you let words tremble out, "b- be gentle, please?" because your boyfriend - ex - has always been rough meaty hands grabbing at you in ways that never made you feel small in a good way, more like a poorly treated chew toy. dry digits shoving in your cunt - pumping once, maybe twice, before calling it enough.

jordan chews on their lip, to you it looks like contemplating; but jordans just hiding a grin. you're such a little fawn, they think. stumbling on shaky legs from the jaws of a bear into the den of a fox, because it looks kinder. but jordans still has fangs and they still want to eat you up. the difference, they guess, is that they actually want you to enjoy yourself.

nothing feels quite as good to their ego than a cute girl squeezing the life out of their fingers with their cunt.

"you've been with bad men, not only that, but one who by the looks of it - can't lay pipe for shit." their hands soothe up your thighs higher, fingers hooking into the edge of your panties under your skirt. "we'll get you sorted, princess."

you think they'd slide your panties down but they dont. you jolt, though when you feel the bare brush of their knuckle against the slick folds of your cunt as they skim their fingers down the edges of your panties. they hook the fabric to one side.

their eyes flick up to yours, "have you ever been with a woman before?"

your shake your head, biting your lip. something flashes in jordans eyes. "you good with me eating you out like this?"

you feel your face flush but you're quick to nod. "yes." you rush to say, "um. youre very pretty."

jordan smiles then. something in their gaze softens, just a little. "thank you, baby." with their free hand they pat one of your knees, nudging it open - "spread for me? there you go -"

nawing on your lip as you spread your thighs shyly, you cant help but eagerly look at jordans reaction to seeing your cunt. the way their eyes darken immediately. they bite their own lip, silky hair falling around their cheek as they shuffle closer.

"fuck." they say. still holding your panties to the side, still just looking. "shit. i need to-" their eyes dart to your face, "was gonna rizz you up some more but i really fucking need to eat you out -"

your head falls back when they cut themselves off like they can't help it, can't talk anymore, the draw between your legs to intense, and their head is between your thighs and you feel the soft wet heat of their lips around your tight little bud and its so fucking good - already better than anything you've had. jordans so earnest - they fucking love eating pussy, you can tell. the way they move their tongue, like their kissing it - sucking your lips, licking between them, swirling around your clit. dipping in and out of your weeping hole.

your hands fist the sheets - you dont even remember your exes name.

[puddingpawprints]

oh to be trapped in the middle backseat of a long car ride and the people on either side of you keep squeezing ur knees and sides because your cute giggles are way more entertaining than ‘i spy’