#gentle caress

[shakespearian-love]

Doing nothing with you ❦

[theeroticlover]

Mhmmm !!! Mood....

[ruinme-please]

Want to see the most adorable thing there is?

These two (x)

[scarlet-and-ultraviolet]

[gojoest]

pregnancy freak satoru holding your belly in his palms while he fucks you softly in missionary …………

[starryeyesmasc]

thinking about the romanticism of someone fucking you from behind,,,like, okay hear me out.

the things we can see are the things we so often trust. but, stretched out on your stomach or with your knees bent beneath you, you can’t see them. You don’t have a visual reference for the things they could be doing. It’s one of the most vulnerable positions to be in with regards to anything, but when it comes to sex?? every ounce of trust you have in the person behind you comes to the surface and you’re happy to be admired at your most vulnerable because you know they only have your pleasure and best interests at heart.

(this post is for the lesbians y’all!!)

[19silvermirrors]

Qijiu Week 2024 Day 4 - Feast (of your touch) 🌸

[celestinovietti]

marco bezzecchi + celestino vietti (extended hug version)

[alavit]

Pull The Trigger.

Summary: Love is the very root of evil.

Tags: Alive!Tate Langdon x Fem!Reader, fluff, TW: obsessive behavior, stalking and manipulation(?), allusions to a school shooting.

Author’s note: I love him and he makes me sad, my ‘I can fix him’ mentality will NEVER leave me but actually, i can make him worse. Not beta read!

Side note: Reader is deranged, maybe even insane, this was just a test writing. You can also find it on my ao3.

“Hi.” That’s how it started, a simple conversation opening handed to him on a silver plate. Tate hadn’t understood at all why anyone would approach him to start with, until he finally looked up from his plate to be met with wide eyes, like a deer in headlights. You were odd, that’s what everyone said, but he had as much respect for social norms as he had for his mother’s boy-toy, none.

You were oddly eager to be sat at his table, no lunch in sight and your nails awkwardly picking at your flesh as you shook your head, trying to gather your thoughts. “I want to be friends with you.” You blankly stated, eyes never leaving Tate’s even as his brows furrowed and he looked around, was this a prank? Looking back at you, he wasn’t sure it was. “What?” He voiced out as you straightened up, almost as if his confusion had been interpreted as an attack to you.

“I wanna be your friend, you don’t have friends.” You said, nail digging into the flesh of your hand as you smiled. He looked at me, you excitedly thought before parting your lips again: “I live next to your house, neighbors have to be friends.”

He doesn’t even remember nor did he try to know his neighbors but Tate couldn’t deny the rising interest in your freakish nature, he’s heard lots of rumors about you, all more unbelievable than the other.

“She’s evil.” “I heard she’s speaking to demons.” “She’s so freaky, did you know she brings a rat to school?” “She’s gonna kill us one day, she should be expelled.”

“Sure.” -is what he settles on, eyeing how you stop your assault on your own flesh, muttering a shaky ‘yes!’ under your breath as you get up, he raises a brow. “We can— can walk together after school!” You subject or more like decide, all on your own before getting up and leaving him to finish his food.

Huh, he likes whatever you’ve got going.

- -

“TATE!” A loud voice yells, catching up to him in the hallway— he was waiting and apparently that made you happy. If you had a tail, Tate thinks it’d be wagging from side to side by now.. it’s oddly endearing despite that apparent happiness stemming from him simply waiting for you.

The walk home was quiet, occasionally chatter beginning thanks to you. Tate learned a lot about you in that short amount of time.

Apparently you were an only child, had amazing grades (but a pitiful understanding of social cues) and liked him, yes, you had said that with no regards to how.. off-putting it’d come across. “I have no friends.” You said, softly smiling while kicking rocks. “That’s why i came up to you, so we can be friends, my mom and dad say degenerates stick together like glue.”

..did you realize you had just called him a degenerate? Yes, Tate definitely had gruesome plans for the future and that barely had damaged his pride to hear such words— he just wondered how you went by day to day with such a ‘filthy’ mouth. Playfully, he countered back: “Wouldn’t that mean they’re like, crazy too?” “They are.” You retort, the ‘joke’ flying over your head as you stare at him with the same crazed eyes.

“Just like you.” You add, pointing at him before stopping in front of his house— staring without talking— he finds it pretty, you’re pretty.

“Ah, wait,” you look around, as if scared to get caught before rushing and hugging Tate. Quickly retracting and leaving without another word, he blinks before scoffing a smile barely restrained as he enters his house— a house he hates just like he hates Larry.

- -

Days blur together, lonely weeks become smoking sessions, Tate doesn’t really realize it but little by little you enter his life, you’re like a parasite. “I got new painting supplies.” You absently remark from where you sat on his lap, hand moving to draw circles in your sketchbook.

This isn’t proper of friends to do, and if Tate knows that but do not speak of it— he’s not sure if it’s the same for you. “Yea?” He hums, smiling. “Can’t wait to see what masterpiece you come up with.” He mocks, all in fun spirits— to others, your paintings are worrying, sketch after sketches of you, dying or being mauled to death.

He’d prefer to call it, ‘artistic mutilation’ because he also does enjoy seeing them when you include him in them. It’s fucked up, but he’s learned overtime you both were fucked up.

The house seems almost oddly brighter with you here, not in a sense where you would be a savior guiding him with your light. Far from it. If anything, Tate thinks you’re gonna be his demise— his decision just gets easier and easier with you here.

You’re both ready for it. The noble war.

“Gasoline or bashing his head?” You call him out of his daydreaming, blinking, Tate can only offer the same twisted smile you wear on your face— eyes twinkling with anticipation.

“Gasoline.” He can’t help but chuckle when you voice out the same opinion, inevitably quick-starting the upcoming tragedy that will not only be yours and his death but Westfield’s.

If you guys can’t be happy on earth, you hope hell will be kinder.

written by alavit — do not translate nor copy my works.

[nickybloodhead]

Kinktober day 10: Praise Kink

Your legs were shaking and your knees ached a little from your position, your cheek was resting against the thick thigh of James who was smoking his cigar leisurely, barely looking down at you, chuckling through his teeth and throwing his head back.

When he finally deigns to look at you, he can't help but hold your chin and stroke your cheek with his thumb appreciatively.

"You have no idea how pretty you look kneeling at my feet" You whimper at his words and nuzzle your face against his leg, licks his lips and runs his hands through your hair, caressing it with gentleness and adoration.

"So beautiful and obedient, my sweet girl."

You give him your best puppy look which makes him smile, he leaves his cigar in the ashtray on the table and unbuttons his pants just enough to pull his hard cock out giving it a few strokes in front of your face.

"Okay baby, now I need you to get my cock all wet and bright with your drool, then, I'll let you ride me..... Can you do that for me pretty girl?"

You nod eagerly and settle in between his legs. You look at him a little shyly, take his huge cock in your hand and give it a lick from base to tip, James gasps and drops his head against the back of the couch, his hand settling on your head but not forcing you onto him. You suck the head and move down his length as far as you can, massaging his balls while maintaining eye contact with him, you are rewarded with a hum of pure ecstasy from him.

"Oh, just like that...you're so good at taking my cock, yeah, that little mouth is perfect for me...what a good girl" You moan at his sweet words, creating a vibration that makes him lift his hips and fuck your mouth, using you as his own fleshlight.

Your eyes tear up a little at the intrusion but you let him use you as he pleases, you swirl your tongue around the tip which makes him gasp and stop you, he cradles your face and gives you a soft kiss.

He takes your hand and helps you up, your legs are wobbly from the amount of time you were on your knees but he steadies you by putting his hand on your waist and guiding you to sit on his lap, he caresses your knees and legs trying to give you some relief, he kisses gently from your jaw to your collarbone.

"You did perfect princess, let me take care of you, ok?" You rest your cheek on his hand and nod, he kisses you gently as he slides your panties to the side and buries himself in your tight wet pussy. You moan loudly as you finally feel him in you, his hands take your ass and he uses it as leverage to slowly bounce you on top of him, you move your hips in circles to create more friction, your arms around his neck to stay as close as possible.

The gasps and moans are all you hear, you're thankful James is handling you to fuck you slowly as you don't think you could stand to ride him properly, not with your legs so worn out. James feels how close you are as your walls contract around him, he hisses at how tight you become, his hands holding you firmly around the waist as he begins to ram you harder, your clit grinding against his pubic bone. You hide your face in his neck and squeal a little until you finally leak your release onto his lap, your chest rising and falling frantically as James continues to fuck you until he cums with a final grunt.

You stay in that position for a while, his big hand caressing your back and waist gently.

"You're all I could ask for, my beautiful girl, so good for me...you're all I need, love."

I need James to call me all those affectionate names, please and thank you.

[srnileforme]

moonstruck.

[p4nishers]

ok but now that we know "i love everything about you i love being near you breathing the same air" isn't in a letter we can only assume stede says it DIRECTLY TO ED like that's crazy to me and the fact that's it WHISPERED?!! BRO?? what kind of love confession scene are we getting i'm actually shivering my thimbers rn

[dad-dumpster]

theyr in the middle of an interrogation rn

[quietwingsinthesky]

lucifer should have stroked sam’s hair more often

[spaciebabie]

Do we approve...................

very much so yes.

[godisasimp]

The toxic yuri that is TopaJade... Jade who has manipulated Topaz into being her obedient tool and has Topaz wrapped around her finger.