#LOLLL LOVE THIS

[heartyluv]

imagine caleb being so desperate to fuck you that he begs you so sweetly to help him. and he’s on the verge of tears……

i’m thinking you’re at a family member’s house for a holiday, like thanksgiving or something. so there’s multiple people in other rooms spending the night. caleb just gets so hard out of nowhere and he needs you to sit on his cock.

you could never tell him no. you climb on top of him and he’s so eager that he just pulls your panties to the side. then you just start bouncing on his hard cock, only a little. but he begins to get impatient, a little too loud. so you threaten to stop, but you can’t do that to him. he needs to come so badly.

“no, no. i’ll be quiet, i promise. just don’t stop, please don’t stop. let me put my cum inside you. ‘m so sorry.”

“do i feel good for you?” his cheeks are so red and a different type of pleasure washes through him when you nod as your mouth hangs open, breathy sounds escaping you.

“i needed you so bad... you always make me feel so good..”

he’s whining and whimpering and you’re kissing his tears away. and the wet sounds echo in the quiet room because you’re so soaked and he’s leaking precum, getting it all inside you and even trailing down your inner thighs.

“i’m gonna be good. i won’t be loud, i swear baby. just like that..fuck..oh, fuck i’m gonna come…”

and when he does, you have to cover his mouth to muffle his pleas. your poor baby just couldn’t help himself, crying your name as you slowly rock your hips while he spills into you.

taglist 🏷️ : @honeymoonfleur

[syluses]

panty-thieving caleb

do we need to discuss this? caleb truly does this. nobody’s undergarments safe from this man. does homeboy feel guilty? yes. will he do it again? u can bet ur ass on it

It’s… fine.

I mean, you’re gone for a few days, your little hunter’s gig requiring your presence elsewhere, and the apartment is quiet- almost uncomfortably quiet- for a short while; he has some room to wriggle. Be bad. He could throw a house party in your absence and you would never know. He’s good at keeping secrets, and he’s a masterclass in those pitiful puppy dog eyes that catch you for hook, line, and sinker. If he said he didn’t, then you’d believe him, ‘cause you’re a good girl.

(His good girl. Whether or not you’re aware of that has no effect on its truth.)

It’s not like the walls have eyes, that you’re watching, when he leans against the washing machine, his own dirty clothes swirling in a heap behind the clear window, and spots your hamper propped behind the door, a glint of interest in his eye- shameful as it may come.

You’re far from stupid. But you are naive, down to a fault- and Caleb thinks, flipping the lid of it and stooping over to rifle through your laundry, that it’s for the better.

It’s just marginally easier on his conscience if you’re unaware of what he’s about to do.

Look- to clear the air, he isn’t proud of it, alright? But fuck if he doesn’t need it. You’ve left him high and dry one too many times to count, and he doesn’t blame you for that, pipsqueak, he gets that your relationship had established boundaries from early on- too early to really even remember- and that you couldn’t begin to understand the depths of what he feels for you. He gets that. It’s only festering in the forefront of his brain on most days, squeezing in his chest in a way that reads longing just as much as it does guilt.

The knowing doesn’t stop him though, or the disgrace.

Might even drive him a little bit further, if he’s being honest.

He digs out a frilly pink article, pointedly ignoring all other clothes save for the few oversized shirts of his you must’ve snagged earlier this week- regarding them with a passive but somewhat smug smile- and pulls it taut between his fingers, marvelling a little at the intricate gusset.

Fuck.

And you know, the remnant of his guilt fades the longer he stares. Perverted or not, his imagination runs at a mile a minute and there’s a certain thrill he obtains in envisaging you wearing it. So, so beautiful, he’s sure, and how could you not be? A pretty nymphet strewn in blushing pink. He barely has the self restraint to pass up on finding the matching bra, but it’s a near thing.

He doesn’t think he really cares about how horrified you’d be, how much faith you’d lose in him- your precious Caleb- not as his cock stirs in his briefs and he pictures you wearing the underwear, sticking your ass out for him on full display. He’d touch it and grope it and guide you down onto his aching length- but not before getting your pretty pussy (well, he’s never seen it before, no, but he���s willing to bet his whole piggy bank that it’s as gorgeous as the rest of you) all primed and ready for him.

He’d worship you. Really, he’s just waiting on your green light.

In his dreams he kneels on the ground before you and laps at your folds ‘til you’re screaming and pulling his hair- but he doesn’t let up until he knows for sure you’ve nothing left to give him. When you’re wholly satisfied, then, and only then, does he hike his pants down his thighs and sink into your sopping heat.

The smell of you— “mmnh.”

Oh pretty girl, nothin’ compares.

Caleb lets out a little groan as he fists your dirty panties tight and thrusts it in his face, inhaling your scent- faded detergent mixed with an undeniably feminine musk- in lungfuls. He thumbs over the fabric with appreciation and gives it an oddly chaste kiss before getting to swift work on his growing problem.

This won’t happen again. He promises. If you were around for it, you’d hear him spew out his apologies and proffer out his little finger for a pinky swear. He never breaks a pinky swear, too. It’s sacrilegious in your household.

He’s half tempted to wrap your pretty panties around his cock and rub it that way, but he quickly thinks better of it, surprisingly clear-headed in his conviction to keep it untainted. Your underwear having been thrown in your dirty hamper or not- Caleb doesn’t want to mar them with his own release if he comes hard into the lacy folds of it- and no doubt he would. He respects you a little too much to tarnish your precious belonging, and while he knows his actions are disparaging in and of themselves, this is a front he’ll remain staunch on: your undies are valuable, not some material to use for jerking off before curtly disposing of.

He’ll be careful, he’ll be good to them. Okay?

Evidently, that respect he has for you isn’t quite enough to stop him from nabbing your dirty laundry and huffing it in like paint— but it’s the little things that count, right? The thought.

A rasping whine punches out from his chest, his eyes clamped shut as he strokes himself with long, slim fingers, desperately wishing them to be yours instead. Yours would be softer, more uncertain and unexperienced as they trail over his dick but fuck they’d feel so good, he knows this like he’s never known anything before. Just pines for it to become reality.

Of course, he’d start with something smaller to ease you in; he wants it to be romantic, your first time, full of sloppy, but meaningful kisses as confession and hands cupping your face as he vows to keep you happy forever.

But what he gets up to- you’d be so mad if you knew— He wants to save himself from the mortifying prospect of you ever unearthing his sordid inner world, but it’s a little too late to backtrack. He can’t reverse what he feels for you, in any case.

Shit. It sounds so bad- the dregs of his rationale rebuking him somewhere in the back of his head- but thinking about you frustrated just gets him riled up even more. ‘Cause you’re so cute like that... Furrowed brow and flushed cheeks, lips that pout and arms that cross over your breast and unwittingly press them up and present them to him before you either frown or inevitably turn your back on him.

He could die in peace to your catty moans and whines. And then he’d revive himself just to pull a few more out of you.

Hey, look, pipsqueak, he knows he’s a big meaniehead sometimes, but—

Pre dribbles from the tip and he smears it down the long column of his cock, sucking in a shaky breath as the washing machine drums out a steady tune. He could fuck you on it. It’d probably feel so good that way. Or he could drag you to the couch and eat you out for hours on end until his knees bruise on the carpet and you constrict your thighs around his head. Sounds like a dream. Like his dreams.

—but he just loves you so damn much.

And can you really fault him if he gets a little worked up over how you behave? I mean, yeah, he’s supposed to be your ‘gege’ and all, but c’mon... He’s still a man at the end of the day. You’re kind of setting a high bar for him, don’t you think? He’s only human. He’s fallen victim to love, and if you were experiencing even half of what he’s been for seeming eons now, then you’d understand it too.

It flourishes in his belly fast- the want to taste and take and consummate with you- pleasure reaching its peak as he keenly pumps his fist. He knows this is screwed up, he knows, but it feels so good and he just—

“Oh, ungh- pipsqueak-!” with a few sputtering gasps, he ruts his hips into his hand one more time before everything existing inside him erupts. He hurtles himself at the washing machine as it thumps, hugging your panties to his nose like it’s the one thing keeping him rooted in place right now and from buckling to the floor, dousing himself in the scent of you as his eyes flutter back. When he comes, he wants it to be to the essence of you and nothing else.

White gushes over the backs of his fingers; he rides himself through it, broad chest heaving as he talks himself down from his own high.

His inner dialogue is starker now as he settles and the desire searing his critical thinking abates. It’ll never happen again, he’s adamant on that. Because he’s more or less just betrayed your trust, to put it lightly, and it’s not right.

Guilt warms his heart to an unpleasant degree.

I-It’s fine.

When he’s done, he’s not quite comfortable with himself and the knowledge of what he’s just done- see? he’s not a completely depraved bastard, haha. He tucks himself in the waistband of his sweats with an almost rueful glance towards your hamper, grinding his jaw as post-nut clarity sinks its teeth into him— and pockets your panties.

It’ll make a nice triad to the other two he’s got stowed in his dresser.

You don’t need to know about any of this, though- you shouldn’t. Caleb’s the one who’ll shoulder this for the both of you. And if you come asking, he’ll just tell you the washer’s been eating up his laundry, too. No biggie.

It’s fine. What you don’t know can’t hurt you.

[littleaipom]

having some tasty tasty metal 🥫🍴😋

[additional context about the iron deficiency thing: it can create cravings for non-(human)food items such as ice, dirt, or metal. it's fairly common, especially in women. I assume it's affected me because sometimes metal tastes really good and i wish i could eat it 😅 anyway Jim is so relatable fr fr]

[leafimochi]

happy 091305 to those that celebrate 👏👏

[karkats-longsleeves]

"I always knew you'd betray me and take my dreams, Henry."

[spectralbugs]

i am violently ill and all this white boy did was get stuck in my head

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

Remember that scene in the first movie when Tom and Sonic were in the hotel and Sonic wanted to do all the things so Tom was like "Ok anything you can find to do in this room, you go ahead and do it."

And then Sonic took like two seconds to look around before it cut to him just all over the place doing a million things at once all while Tom is just sitting there with his ice pack trying to see what's going on

I wanted to make a list of all the things I can see that Sonic did because the more I see, the funnier it gets

had a pillow fight with himself

balanced on one foot on top of the wall light while wearing a lampshade on his head

climbed into the dresser drawer and tried to explore the inside and got stuck in it

grabbed a tissue box and tore every single one out and threw them everywhere

clicked through every single TV channel there was

stood on top of the toilet and flushed it a million times with his foot

went running around with a toilet paper roll and left it strung everywhere

spilled water on the bathroom floor and went sliding around in his socks

spun the picture on the wall around in circles over and over

knocked the lamp over

took a shower

[bowandbrush]

practicing animatic composition and simplification, since I tend to be a big perfectionist (and animatics aren’t perfect)

Edit: not a ship between Leo/usagi lol sorry

[spicynova]

a/n: upon request, here’s part 2 for this post! :3 so glad yall enjoyed the first, hope yall like this one! ( yup, same dazed korea soobin photoshoot lol )

pairing: college nerdy!soobin x college fem!reader.

warnings: mdni. nsfw. 2.6k words of pure smut lol, switch soft-dom soobin! ( & switch reader ), riding on the couch, detailed descriptions of body parts (?), kinda really messy, studying/quizzing as dirty talk lolll, praise kink, big dick soobin, size kink, mentions of anatomy terms, soobin calls reader many pet names ( baby, kit, lovey, love, etc.. ), mentions of mating cycles (?), eating candies during sex, unprotected sex ( wrap it uppp! ), creampies, not proofread lolll, etccc…

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right when the hour reached the clock, you’re slamming your books shut and springing up from your chair. the way you walked was as if you were on a mission and it really is that way. the last five minutes of your study session wasn’t even put into actually retaining the words on the paper you stared at, your mind just as jittery as your body while you counted down the minutes — the seconds.

your thighs clenched together, not thinking about muscles unless they were soobin’s, thinking of the way you’re about to jump his bones — not the ones pictured on the boring book in front of you. you heard his occasional laughter, probably mindlessly watching that anime he so loves and all you want to do is say fuck it and go to him. but finally, the little arm of the clock reached the spot you’ve been waiting for and you’re already on the way to your man.

with every deep breath, you lightly pad across the entire house, turning the corner into the open spaced house and finally reaching where you heard his familiarly low humming chuckle. you don’t even give him time because you waited long enough. he looks the same as you left him, even more sunken into the couch from how comfortable he’s gotten.

arms crossed, legs spread and hanging.

and once his eyes land on yours, he can just tell.

“i want my reward now.” your voice was soft, but assertive as you pace towards him with such a hurry. he doesn’t move for a second and decides to just stare at you with his eyebrows slightly raised, tired eyes full of a sort of gaze. as if he’s trying to figure out what exactly you want, if you mean it, if he should give it to you in another way. challenging, mischievous, darkened with a swirling lust.

you don’t know when he got up to get a lollipop from your junk food stash, but it’s there, the stick poking out from the corner of his heart shaped lips.

you just stare back…

until you motion for him to continue with your chin. you only move when he finally does after what seems to be the longest staring contest, his hands uncrossing to unbutton his khaki pants just as yours slip underneath the waist band of your lacy shorts and panties.

the tension was palpable between your eye contact.

all you can hear was the main protagonist of his favorite anime yelling and the sound of ruffling clothes as you both shuffle around to slip off your bottoms. you’re such in a hurry that you even help him shimmy off his own after kicking away your panties, hands pulling both his pants and boxers down to his upper thighs until his semi-hard cock sprung free, slapping against his lower navel — right underneath the hem of his university hoodie. he watches quietly as you get situated, audibly suckling on the sweet treat still melting in his mouth as you climb over him on the couch. his hands find their comfort spot on your waist, guiding you to sit over his cock as he breathes out a soft sigh.

now this feels so right.

you don’t waste any more time, it’s been a long hour. he can practically feel the wetness that accumulated over that small time, sliding against the underside of his cock everytime you rock your hips over him. he knows that hour was just torture for you; since you knew he was waiting for you all this time. he gazes at the erotic sight of you raising your hips to press his tip against your drooling entrance, eyelashes fluttering against the apples of his cheeks as he huffs out a dreamy sigh through his nose when you finally sink down onto his thick length.

it felt so great; so amazing as your hands slide up his warm abdomen and underneath his white t-shirt, riding the fabric higher as he bottoms out completely into your clenching walls. the grip he had on your waist was everything you needed and it just felt so right. finally.

you don’t give yourself time to adjust, wanting your reward immediately as you roll your hips and feel him nudge in all the right place within your warm pussy. words can’t describe how full you felt, your eyelids fluttering shut as you pick up a rhythm. it felt natural, felt so familiar, something that quells your every need. your swollen lips squished against the base of his pelvis as you rut harder, occasionally raising yourself to let gravity pull you back down with an audible smack.

a deep hum rumbles from his chest right against your hands that ride higher onto his pecs, resonating deep within your body as his hands lower to grip the plush of your thigh and hip.

of course, he wouldn’t say no to this and try to change the dynamics. of course, he was gonna let you ride him as a reward. he’ll let you take the reigns all the time if it meant watching you use him like he was nothing but your personal pleasure toy — especially if he was this comfortable and lazy already.

he was trying to assess you earlier but by the assertive tone of your voice, he already knew you would want to take control of everything. and he’s so willing for it. his long fingers spread to engulf more of your skin in his wide palms, gripping around the side of your ass and massaging it as you continue to fuck yourself on him. he does nothing, says nothing but just watch. watching you fall apart everytime you split yourself open with his thickness in silence to hear the way you struggle.

watch as your wetness string in outstretched, clear webs from the base of his cock and between your legs everytime you lift yourself upwards, humming at the squelching sound of your connected sexes everytime you drop back down. watch as his thick cock disappear within your plush mound and slightly bulge underneath the skin of your lower navel everytime he digs deep. watch as your thighs quake underneath his hand from every occasional roll of your jerking hips. you can feel his dick fully harden, soaking in your wetness, stuffing every fat inch inside your sopping cunt.

your fervent nature only increases once your eyes open again to gaze at his features; he seems calm, almost stoic as he continues to watch the mess you create on top of him. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed underneath his messy bangs from concentration, pouty lips pursed around the lollipop stick that he’s forgotten to suck, his cheeks hollowed and jawline shadowed from the light of the tv.

he just takes. lets you give what you want to him.

you follow his gaze, watching the veins running along the back of his hands protrude as his grip tightens around your perspired flesh.

“tell me… what you’ve learned.” you suddenly hear him ask in a muffled hum around the lollipop, and he sounds so gone already. voice absolutely lazy, words drawn out and rolling off his tongue in a languid tone.

he wants to hear, to see if you’ve actually been studying or not, much to your dismay. but you would also know how quick he can turn the tables if you give him the wrong answer— because he’s done it before, stopping you in the middle of a good fuck to make you go back to your room, lock you in and have you study for another hour as punishment.

it’s a blessing and a curse to have such a nerdy boyfriend.

“skeletal muscle.” you sigh out, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration as you work harder to find the retained information in your mind and your sweet spot deep in your insides with his cock.

“mmm.. mhm?” continue, your mind supplies from the expectant tone of his words. do good, be good, keep going for soobin.

“functions are…” your words are airy light as your hazy eyes focus on the way your slick bubbles, how it shines the rosy skin of his length. “produce body movement, maintain posture and positions, support tissues…”

you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, breathlessly, because those are the exact muscles you’re straining now to fuck yourself on your boyfriend.

his hand grips your thigh tighter as a reminder. “uh-huh..”

“m-maintains body temperature, stores nutrients..” you huff out, letting your head roll on your neck and rest on your shoulder as your hips gyrate in a clockwise motion. it was all clockwork to you, catching up on the time you’ve missed out on already. you can feel him throbbing deep within your pussy, his hips gently rutting upwards into yours.

“it’s voluntary movement…”

“and?”

“and it’s-they’re striated?” you hum, octave rising as your voice only melts into nothing but a breathless whine.

you could be saying random shit but knowing soobin, he would actually call you out for the wrong answers. he sucks in a breath as he seemingly thinks, trying himself to find the right answer — even though it’s hard when you’re feeling the knot in your lower stomach grow tighter.

his head rolls to the side as his heavy gaze zeroes onto your sticky mess, as if he was checking it out before nodding only once.

“continue.” his tongue pushes the lollipop stick to the other side of his full pout.

“they never contract … unless.. unless- uhmm,” you’re falling prey to the pleasure, straight ecstasy melting into your nerves and liquifying your bones as his tip prods against your sweet spot. a soft moan was all you could puff out next, head hanging forward as his hand suddenly smacks against the thick plush of your ass.

a couple seconds pass by. he loves the sound your insides make when you fuck down on him but he wants to hear your voice, whether it’d be hoarse or not. he grabs at your jiggling skin, helping you out and pushing you back into a rhythm as he hums for you to continue.

“uhm isn’t an answer, kit. unless what?”

“uhh… unless stimulated by a nerve.” the nerves inside you are going haywire for a fact, muscles contracting deep within your core and fitting his cock snuggly as you finish your sentence with a jumbled mess of incoherent words.

“nerve connections that are severed…? the… muscle is paralyzed after.” you ramble in a soft moan, arms trembling as you fight to hold yourself upwards longer.

“good one. and you wanna tell me what is it called when the paralyzed muscle shrinks?” of course he would ask this randomly; he definitely knows about this already and you curse underneath your breath.

“uhhhm..”

“c’mon, lovey..”

“fuck, i dunno, soobin, i think imma come..” you whine pitifully instead, ignoring his lower hum of discontent to focus throwing your ass back onto his hips with each plop. it sounds lewd, your favorite sound.

“answer my question and i’ll let you, you know this.”

“my goddd, soobin-“

“what is it called?” he repeats in a low, shaky tone, sighing softly as he allows you to lose some control. despite it all, it seems like he’s in no mood to bother you with a punishment, his hands locking around your body to keep you closer instead of pulling you up and off of him like usual after any wrong response.

it takes you a while to answer, trying to deflect the sound of wet skin smacking and file through your clouded brain with crumbling focus. your fingers curl into fists against his smooth skin, marking with scratches from your nails along the action as your clenched teeth and trembling lips finally part in a restrained whimper. only then does his gaze finally meets your face, watching your pained expression melt with pure bliss, eyes scrunched tight behind your messy hair and pout quivering.

“d…denervation… atrophy.” it comes out in a warbling whine, breath audible as you gasp. “it’s denervation atrophy.”

he doesn’t reply with anything other than a soft hum, his legs spreading further apart between your quivering thighs.

“there you go,” he coos, letting his hand come down onto your ass again. “go ‘head, use me, make me cum, baby.”

and you do exactly that, rolling your hips with such fever he would think you were actually a sick bunny on the third day of your heat. it’s intense, his heart racing underneath your palms on his chest. it doesn’t take long till his sighs turn into softer whines, his head rolling back to the arm rest of the couch as his pleasure builds over the edge.

again, you’re making up for the time you’ve lost.

“fuuuck me… want me t’ cum inside?”

“gimme.. g-gimme- give it to me,” you gasp, thighs clutching his thighs tighter together as you rut his thick cock impossibly deeper, until he finally lets go.

the feeling of his thick load spurting deep within your walls, white webs trickling down his cock from where he was nudged was almost fulfilling — quite literally. you finally got what you wanted and more as the sensation triggers your own release. crashing waves of endorphins buzz throughout your body, trembling at the sound of his groans and the sensation of your puffy clit grinding against his pelvis from how flushed close you were.

he doesn’t let go of you, hands tight around your thighs and eyes trailing back down to ogle the even stickier mess you both left. you can feel when he pushes your thighs further apart, hear when he outright moans at the sight of his cloudy white cum seeping out from your cunt and ringing around the base of his cock. there was silence other than your audible gasps, your unfocused eyes trail back to his face. you could purr in content upon observing the way he assesses your messy sex. his tongue is red and glistening with saliva, lollipop slightly lolled out from his gaping mouth. he looked great.

and when he suddenly met your gaze, all you could both do was let out breathless giggles and scoffs, his arm raising toward his forehead to rest and somehow cool his sweat with the back of his hand.

it runs down his face, taking the lollipop out his mouth on the trail there as you open your palms back over his chest, planting them gently while arching your body closer into his. you don’t think twice to open your mouth once he offers the sweet treat passed your lips, sucking on it fruitfully with the less amount of strength you have left.

you need the sugar after such intense activity.

“there’s your reward.” he offers in a raspy murmur, peering at you with his familiar, dimpled grin.

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a/n: when you write a fic to remember notes/terms for an anatomy exam, & this is what you get🫡 also, apologies for any mistakes, english isn’t my first language !!! ( nerd soobinnn <3333 tysm for reading!! )

[blushedfemmes]

butch pixie mechanic who loves to crawl inside engines and work out what’s going on, but gets absolutely filthy with grime and engine grease. clicking my tongue and pinching one of their wings when they try to come inside like that, shaking my head. filling a bowl with warm water and soap and stripping off their little mechanic jumpsuit, ignoring their squeaks of protest. holding them in the water and washing them, using a soft toothbrush to scrub off all the grease. they relax eventually, the heat of the water soothing their sore muscles. by the time they’re clean, wrapped up in a fluffy warm hand towel, they’re all limp and sleepy and their wings are still too damp to fly, anyway. so i tuck them into my bra to nap while i go about my day

[frascospecimen]

ewwwwwwuhh

[heartyluv]

quick thought

we all know sylus would stick his tongue down your throat no matter who’s around, right? friends, family, pets—that man does not give a damn. you’re his woman, his to love on, so why would he hold back for anybody…? if he wants your lips, he’s gonna have them!!!

oo and i know he whispers something really sexy right before he does it when he gets close. like “give it to me.” it’s not even a command, it’s just routine. he calls, you come—and vice versa.

and don’t let yourself start getting used to the fact that he does this and melt into his kisses. let you whimper a little bit?!?!

you’re leaving wherever you are and you’ll be lucky if you make it home before you’re full of him.

[endrae]

one more character art for the Dragonlance campaign Naeem is in

[veryluckyclovers]

ahhh niall breen comics drew their characters with sour puss!😭

[nymphnana]

LMAOO True

[glowingsand]

silly little screencap redraw hehe