#good morning to me 👀

[palettesofrenaissance]

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 (𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞)

"On your knees."

His taunting grin falters, lessens, a flicker of realization crosses his face seeing that she's serious. He squeezes the edge of his desk he's leaned against behind him, clears his throat and raises his chin in defiance.

His pants are still open—from when he'd instructed for them to be undone when she'd already been pulling his dick out; and from when she'd squeezed him hard, causing him to shudder before beginning to pant as she worked him in an unforgivingly tight grip. He had to bite his lip and bite his words as she took over, completely ignoring his previous air of dominace and pumping him like a torturous punishment.

Between his choked breathes then, he knew that she knew he liked it.

Now, his dick bobs after her command; dark curls rest at its base, leading to the little trail up to his naval.

She glares. He swallows, a momentary struggle of fighting for dominance or giving in plays across his face before he nods once and submits, lowering to his knees before her.

From this angle, his heart speeds up and he resists the urge to reach for her. Instead, he softly glares at her as if annoyed.

She runs a hand through his hair. "Good boy," she praises—she teases—and is surprised to spot the glimmer of a plea beside the bewilderment in his eyes and spots his dick jumping at that: He likes this.

Slowly, her hand slides down to craddle his cheek at the same time a knee raises to his shoulder. Wide eyes that boarderline confusion and excitement glance from her thigh to her face.

"I want you to please me."

A shuddery exhales leaves him. His dick jumps again, and stiffens further. With only a half-hearted glare, he adjusts her leg as she balances with a hand on the desk beside them and he pulls up her skirt and pulls aside the bridge of her panties. She isn't wearing pantyhose tonight.

He's trembling the slightest bit as he watches her moisture create a thin line connecting the panties to her warm lips. The panties are slid down her luscious legs to the floor in front of him where she steps out of only one hole. His breaths, hot and shallow and rapid, hit her thigh he does an impatient and quite improper attempt to skim kisses up her thigh.

He burries his face inside her greedily, with groans to match and a tight hold on her ass to keep her there. Her free hand dives into his hair near instantly, her grip tightening as he eats her out selfishly, sloppily, mouth wide and tongue darting, licking, lapping at anything and everything that's her.

Gone is that previous, smug, dominant hat he wore and is instead indulging in a role previously much submerged and hidden.

While pleasing her, his nose presses against her swollen clit and she cries out suddenly, making her grip painfully tight on his hair but he only groans gutterly and pulls her impossibly closer by her ass. Unabashed, he moans against her, the vibrations causing her breath to catch and for her to keen.

There's going to be sore, finger-shaped bruises by the early morning, she knows. He bumps her clit again with his nose, realizes, then does it again purposely, shaking his head for good measure, wanting to pull all types of noises from her—noises he's never heard her make before, noises he hopes she's never made for anyone else. She sounds wonderful, like music and fueling his own lust.

When she's bitten her bottom lip and is humming comfortably, he breaks apart only for a moment to insert a finger into his mouth, wetting it, before sliding the long digit inside her gripping cunt. The instinctual flutter of muscles and the high-pitched gasp of pleasure she elicits fuels his ego and his decision to insert a second finger. And then a third.

He groans about her tightness and ease due to her wetness.

She's whimpering now—a sound he's always imagined to hear from her—and had a death grip on the desk in an attempt to control herself and not aggressively hump his face to orgasm. She's stubborn and doesn't allow herself the self-fullfilling like that often; he notices she's holding back so, while still tapping against her sensitive spot within her gripping, slippery pussy, he rapidly flicks his tongue across her clit, trying to get her there anyway. Harshly presses his tongue against her clit. Sucks it while gazing up at her, almost daring her.

He longs to touch himself, to squeeze his cock and pump out the load that's nearing the brim just from her and this alone, but he doesn't. Instead, his cock stands between his legs, leaking shamefully, suffering, and almost harder than he can stand. Her hand in his hair maneuvers his head to pull back. He flicks his tongue at her clit, laps at her labia, then pushes against her hand to return sucking her off. Every now and then he humps the air pitifully.

High-pitched and lust-filled, she sighs, "Yes! Just like—oh, god! More! Keep on... More!"

Of course, he obeys.

She still stiffles her noises by biting her lip, by pressing her palm to her mouth, by throwing her head back and swallowing her own moans, turning them into breathless sighs and whines.

He laps and flicks and sucks while her hand pulls at his hair unforgivingly—

He longs to have her hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing just as tightly—

His eyes flutter at the pain that mixes with his pleasure. His cock is painfully hard, his one hand is soaked in her juices, his other is sunken into plush of her ass, gripping like it's a lifeline. All he can hear and all he can feel and think of and smell is her, her, her.

But just as he's getting completely lost, just as he's thrusting his hips into the air in a pathetic chase for relief, she pulls away. His mouth is forced to disconnect, creating a loud suction. And he's panting—they both are—and he's glistening from his spit and her slick from his nose down his chin, and he looks disheveled overall, with a dazed glaze to his eyes and his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Please," he begs, which she never thought he'd do; it both surprises her and pleases her.

His shirt is rumpled, his hair in disarray, and his pants are still undone. A puddle of precum rests on the floor beneath his exposed, achingly hard cock, the proof of his pent-up frustrations.

Running on autopilot now, his hips thrust into the air once more before a hand of his begins working his cock urgently.

Reaching out for her with his other hand, he repeats, desperate, "Please."

But she backs away out of reach and his hand falls pathetically, him still in that submissive haze.

After wiping her mouth, adjusting her panties, skirt, and outfit, she breaths weakly, "That's it."

He's confused. And so close.

"That was..." She clears her throat, forcing her composure despite her body prickling with arousal heat and her pussy screaming for her to stay. "I'm leaving. I have to go. Have a... Goo—good night."

On unsteady legs and in uncomfortable wetness, she leaves him—still on the floor, still staring after her.

- - - -

it is 6am -_-

[katasstrophy]

enemies to lovers but he’s obsessed because you sucked him off so good his dick still twitches at the mere thought of it and now he can’t stop thinking of getting his hands on you

[rosaacicularis]

“i want to spend the rest of my life with you, scar,” grian said slowly, constructing the sentence carefully, trying to perfectly articulate exactly what he was trying to say. “but, i can’t give you what you’d want.”

“how do you know what i want?” scar asked, it sounded more like a desperate plea, for something, for grian. he took a step forward, closing the distance between them a little bit more. “i want you, i don’t care what that entails. i just,” he paused for a second, shrugging helplessly. “i can’t lose you.”

[chappellrroan]

THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT AS I SAW U HERE

pls don't make me giggle and smile IT'S LITERALLY I AM LMAO

[yorshie]

YOU GET FOUR ->then go to bed

Give ONE character a gun.

Give one character a hug?

Have you watched/read any of the iterations more than once?

Roast your favourite character (affectionate)

I swear I’m trying. (Yes. I know the phone is bad. Brain too loud though)

2012 Mikey. I feel like he might get the most use/cause the most chaos out of having it.

Bayverse Mikey. *sobs* I bet he gives such good hugs. I need one. I need his beak in my hair and I need his arms squeezing me.

I’ve watched Rise and bayverse over and over. Also the first season of 2003. And I always turn on the first 90s movie whenever I just wanna watch something without watching something, ya know?

Roasting Leo - oh I’m sorry did someone else have the audacity to form their own opinion? What cha gonna do, cry to your daddy about it? Boo hoo look at me my names Leo and I don’t walk I do flips and spins everywhere cuz I’m so cool - hey, tell me, did it hurt as much running face first into that close line as it did watching it in high definition? Hm?

*raccoon has been reprimanded for the sillies*

Thank you for asking!

[zevrans]

💀

[jimkirkachu]

mentally planning out the most elaborate and amazing date/romantic vacation ideas before remembering that no one has ever wanted you even as a last resort: priceless

[kyouka-supremacy]

sskk birthday fest truly the greatest event of the year, every post is just banger after banger after banger!! Happy birthday i hope you've had a great day <3

Omgggggg ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ you're way too sweet!!!! I'm glad you enjoyed the sskk lockdown ahah. My day was all good, last wish left is for all the good things to happen to you!!! Thank you for your kindness, you're amazing (ㅅ´ ˘ )♡

[the-trans-dragon]

Hehehe >:3 got a kissie and some headpats from a pretty girl >:3 muahahahahahaha >:3

[unhinged-nymph]

 💪🏽

[godblooded]

if you ship with me just know i am excited every fucking minute.

[koskela-knights]

Jaakko my man <3

Slowed down versions of some older gifs and new favorite moments

[leechandoki]

hehehehehehehe brain go brrrrrrrr for Ozzy in a tiger onesie

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