#he WILL lick

[fisheito]

DID HE LICK? (🐍 edition)

STORY CHP 2: ✅ (ear/abdomen) BELOVED SR: ✅ (mouth) THE OG SSR: ✅✅ (ear; mouth) WHITE DAY: ✅❌️ (mouth) IDOLKUMO: ❌️✅ (mouth/neck/ear) VAMPIREY: ✅✅ (mouth/thighs; neck) BOOKWORM: ❌️✅ (mouth) HISSHISSSS: ✅✅ (neck; calf) IT'S RAINING: ✅✅ (DICK; neck)

H-SCENE TONGUE ACTIVATION RATE: 81%

[awanderingtortoise]

love the bene gesserit. they're out there girlboss gatekeep gaslighting for 90 generations, perfectly and meticulously masterminding every political player of the universe into sexy times to create the Ultimate Manwhore and after ALL OF THAT. ALLLL OF THAT?

Dune timeline hits. we're here! we've done it! Our two greatest prospects!! Kwisatz Haderach! At last! And it's just fucking Kinky and Twinky over here like oh ok nice going I guess

[bi-writes]

can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)

greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."

you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.

you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.

you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."

you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.

he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.

he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.

he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.

ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.

yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.

[suntails]

happy birthday silver!!

[catmanbowser]

Fucked up looking hair

Blue ver

[morganbritton132]

Eddie post a Tiktok of an old home video. In the video, he’s twenty-one, messy haired, laying on his side in bed facing the camera, and he looks like shit. His eyes are glassy, his nose is rubbed red, and his voice is thick the way it always is when he’s sick.

“This is a message for future Eddie,” Eddie tells the camera. “If you decide to spend the rest of your life with a man that spends all his free time babysitting - and I know you, you do want to spend your life with him - get used to catching every virus in town.”

In the video, Steve pops up behind Eddie and wraps himself around him, looking just as sick. His eyes never open as he cuddles closer, resting his head in the curve of Eddie’s neck and his hand on his chest over his heart. Steve sounds like he’s already falling back to sleep when he asks, “Who’re you talking to?”

Eddie looks into the camera like, “Myself.”

“Say hi for me.”

[voo-yu]

Harry and Kim on their last day - on one of martinaise’s hazardous piers - overlooking the war-torn town they’ve begrudgingly become familiar with.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price guest stars on The Muppet Show (1977)

[turtleblogatlast]

Every day I’m haunted by the fact the boys happily swim in sewer water

Even if it’s filtered somehow there’s no way it’s not still nasty 😭 Bet they can defeat any of their villains just by accidentally giving them diseases I swear

[captainfern]

just thinking about riding Simon's thighs after a long day at work 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

nom nom nom

yummy

18+ fem!reader

simon sat all of your weight down onto his thigh, splitting your legs so your bare core lays directly across him. large hands on your hips, he began to rock you, gently, back and forth. the muscle beneath you was firm and warm and it made you sigh out for him.

so gentle. he held you so gently, rocking you back and forth along the thick expanse of his thigh. you had your hands on his chest, balling his shirt into your fists in an attempt to steady yourself.

simon watched you, eyes hooded and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. he listened to the way you sighed and whimpered, mewls filtering from your lips as your eyes dropped closed.

when your head lolled, he tucked his face into the crook of your neck, breathing you in. he mouthed at your skin, sucking and biting and moaning against you. panting, whining into the warm, perfumed pulse at the base of your neck.

he was praising you. through his stretched sounds, he was cooing at you, the praise melting through your skin and setting your blood alight. you felt yourself growing warmer, sweat building beneath your thin shirt.

“tha’s it, baby, doin’ so good for me,” simon cooed, voice mollasses thick. the octave made you shiver and pull yourself tighter against him. “tha’s it… rub that pretty pussy all over my thigh.”

you whined, grinding yourself onto his leg firmer. he got the hint, tightening his hold and increasing the pressure of his strong thigh against the heat of your cunt. the sensation soon had your back arching, chest flush with his, a birdsong of whines flitting from your throat.

simon mouthed at the junction of your jaw, nose bumping your ear. he could feel the heat of your cunt, the heartbeat you kept there. the feeling had his cock stirring in his briefs like a starved man.

“so needy,” simon crooned right into your ear, and that alone had your stomach tightening. “my poor, needy girl— s’all right, baby, i’ve got you.” he rocked you faster when you whined, and the new pace had phosphenes flashing behind your drooping eyelids.

“keep going,” he whispered. “keep going, sweetheart. want this needy pussy comin’ all over my fuckin’ thigh.”

“simon…” you moaned, orgasm building in the pits of your stomach. your body was hot, molten glass for skin with insides boiling over. your pleasure was burning inside you, pent-up and in desperate need for release.

simon dragged his mouth along your jawline and up to your lips, sealing his mouth over yours and licking inside. he kissed you like this, rocking you against him until the light-coloured hairs of his thigh were slicked down completely. your arousal smeared right across him, the glide almost frictionless now, but it didn’t matter.

he had led you right to the precipice and then thrown you off.

“come for me,” simon whispered against your lips, hands squeezing the flesh of your hips. “wanna feel my girl’s pussy come all over me.”

you came with a shout of his name. a simon! pulled from the cavernous depths of your pleasure. you moaned around the syllables, body twitching and vibrating against him, pleasure hot in your veins.

your cunt, sopping wet and warm, spasmed against the muscles of his thigh. and he could feel it. feel the way it rubbed up against him, the way she leaked against him.

he moaned your name, cock throbbing now, pre wetting the front of his briefs as you fizzled down from your high.

[queerava]

[screwpinecaprice]

Intrusive thought fights back intrusive thought.

[desomniis]

[ddagent]

That was scrumptious. So, what are you in the mood for now?

[mih4nn]

i legit just wanted to draw kid being freaky in front of the alliance (makes out w killer to assert dominance) but ofc they'd make it into a weird competition, so i had to draw it :))

[utterdrip]

a different type of astarion line compilation; this is a collection of some of the prettier/more poetic things he says. and i don’t mean rehearsed lines meant to flatter, i mean genuine pretty phrasing