#it’s annoyingly sweet

[aleespace]

Alright but imagine we do get a Johnlock kiss in the podcast and it will be super cute and all and after that John will be "I think we need to cut this part out, I mean our listeners here for the true crime right?" but of course he will forget to cut it out and then everyone on Twitter will be congratulating them on their kiss and in the next episode John will be "Okay, um... apparently I forgot to cut that part... oopsy-daisy! But it won't happen again!"

And then it will happen again.

[inonibird]

Soap adventures!! This is what I’ve been doing for the past few weeks, lol…and a lot more than what’s pictured here, actually. Lots of gifts and samples for friends and family! You can see I’ve been playing around with my Sahuldeem ideas (I think I’ll share the fragrance combos in a separate post for those), but also is now a good time to mention I’m playing Overwatch again after taking a break for a few years? Couldn’t resist using a few of my favorite heroes for inspiration. ;)

Anyway! Fun times! More to come (and candles, too). ^_^

[minimitchell]

ben and callum really do feel stronger and closer than ever right now to me. the way they gravitate towards one another in almost every scene, even in little background moments like today, is so lovely to see. always holding hands or interlinking their arms, forehead or hand kisses, reassuring touches - they’re so close and tactile with each other. intimate in a different way than before. seeking each other out for comfort more than ever. and the communication as well omg. especially ben has never been this repeatedly open and honest. because he knows he doesn’t have to fear the repercussions. because callum has proven time and time again lately that he’s not going anywhere and is committed to supporting ben. and callum is listening and trying to understand, giving ben room and not expecting too much from him. just looking at their relationship this is definitely their healthiest, strongest era yet and i love that

[theiceddream]

tbh. need u to sit straddling my thighs while i lay in bed so i cant really move or get up and force my fingers around the grip of a kitchen knife and grip around my hands holding the knife so that youre guiding me but forcing me to do the actual motions and make me slowly sink it into my stomach until the entire blade is in and all the while im sobbing in pain and wouldnt be able to grip the knife anymore if you werent holding my hands on and you tell me im being so good for you even though im clearly not controlling my response for you whatsoever and uhh. yea

– @lesbianvivisection

I’d love to kiss your cute face while you cry and whine <3 gently coaxing the blade in your cute tummy till the hilt gently bumps your bloodied skin <3 telling you that you did so so well for your first time and that we’re gonna do it again in another spot ok? Think you can handle it sweetheart? I know you can :) you just look so nice like this, you can’t really blame me for wanting to see more of your pretty blood and for wanting to hear more of your pained whimpers <3

[kndll-art]

black & orange salad 🫒

4 x 4 in/ alcohol ink on paper

instagram

progress under the cut 🍊

[mysterious-shadow-dragon]

He's a perfectly nice guy, he's definitely not up to anything mischievous at all.

[dedkirsch]

In case anybody wants insight into my life rn,

Here you go. The gays are keeping me going

[faebriel]

today being the anniversary of Utah also means it’s been over a year since the rainduo reunion… oh my god

.......anon, oh my god

[dido-main]

i use anon when i need to be too nice

[wiiwarechronicles]

Osugsh I need to get home so I can draw the stuff I want to. parfait fundbomb the world to me

[mrfoox]

Idk how Oliver manage to be both the biggest bitch and the nicest person I know at the same time lmao

[unusualshrimp]

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[leafiion]

Funny as hell to be a diehard fan of the fan favorite. yeah okay go ahead and be a normie wes. I don’t even care though taka the love of my life.

[quicksilversquared]

I hate the run-up to travelling where it's not early enough to pack, but I want to start packing just so I can cross it off my to-do list, but it's not like I'm overeager to leave, I just know it's coming up and part of my brain is screaming about my suitcase not being ready.

(I don't head back until Tuesday)

[sttoru]

your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.

☀︎｜tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. suggestive, mild (to somewhat) nsfw, fluff. lots of kissing. lots and lots of kissing and loving. he fondles and gropes you everywhere basically. clingy satoru. tiny bit size difference (yes ok im a slut, what about it). body worship kinda. readers gets called ‘sweet / pretty girl, baby, princess’. beta read? what’s that.

you fell for it again; satoru told you it was only going to be a quick peck on the lips. ‘i promise, baby, c'moooon’ — you recall him begging in that whiny voice of his. that's all what was needed to make you putty in his hands.

“fine, but only one kiss, okay?” you gave in and walked over to satoru, climbed onto your shared bed and leaned in for a swift kiss—only for his strong arms to cage you in and never let go. it had been ten minutes since; the apartment was silent, except for the lewd sounds of your shared kisses and heavy breaths.

satoru’s soft hands are wandering everywhere. from cupping your cheeks to rubbing your sides and gripping your ass. the clock was ticking loudly, but the sound of it was drowned out by your moans. and satoru’s low, needy whimpers.

the appointment you were getting ready for had long slipped your mind.

“mh, you’re such a good kisser, baby,” the white-haired man sighs. he absolutely loves the way you follow the movements of his glossy lips—your head tilting to the side and back—automatically accomodating to satoru’s motions. he was kissing you with an urgent need. one you had never known or witnessed before, “more, ngh, need more of you, please.”

satoru was not letting up. you couldn’t blame him; it was easy to get lost in this warm and cherished moment of peace. his sweet kisses switched intensity—going from innocent kisses to sloppy ones, resulting in your chin dripping with a mixture of saliva.

you whine and straddle satoru’s lap which earns you a happy hum from your lover. that was his plan all along: to completely distract you from the fact that you had to leave the house. that you had to leave his side. others would call it annoyingly clingy, but satoru absolutely needs your lips on his.

he is sure that he would go insane if he spent a whole day without kissing you. an hour is already too long, if he is honest.

satoru would love to kiss you until the end of time. until death comes knocking onto his door. the last thing he desires to feel is your plump lips and wet tongue wrapped around his. a peaceful, warm death. one with no regrets.

“mhmmm, fuck, you taste so sweet.” satoru's eyebrow furrow in delight. he is nearly overstimulated by the taste of you. the way your small body clings onto him, your hands holding onto his jaw and sliding down his chest, your sounds of pleasure that only he could ever have the honour of hearing.

it was perfect. all of you was perfect.

your parted lips make way for his tongue again. satoru slips his tongue inside your mouth. it was tender, yet demanding. your throat tightens up and a choked moan fills his ears. his cold fingers make contact with the warm skin of your midriff. they were aiming at one place; your chest.

the one satoru loves to fondle no matter when or where. the same one he loves to use as a pillow every night.

“nnh, ‘toru, need’to breathe,” you are running out of air. the short gasps you took between the heated kisses were not enough to fill your lungs. but, it was addicting. the shortness of breath the two of you experienced only served as more proof of your love.

neither of you want to pull away—to pause the make out session for even what could be a split second.

the older man below you is hesistant. he does not want to let go of you. it's like you’re asking him to break up—that’s how much it hurts him to stop kissing you.

however, he felt a bit light-headed from the lack of oxygen as well. satoru pulls away, but not without sweeping his tongue over your bottom lip, lapping up the drool that dripped down the corners of your mouth.

his eyes are half-lidded and glazed over with both love and lust. you stabilise yourself by holding onto his broad shoulders and satoru rubs your back to help calm you down further. a ghost of a grin tugs at his lips. he surely is enjoying your adorable, exhausted demeanour. your chest was heaving up and down—his fingers sneaking to your front and wrapping around a breast to feel its tenderness.

“pretty,” satoru sighs. he takes the chance once your lips part to take a deep breath. his tongue quickly slips in, invading your mouth and exploring every inch before separating the two of you again. he can not go a minute without kissing you. you sure are like a drug to him, “thank you, princess.”

you are surprised by the sudden tongue kiss, but brush it off with a chuckle. you know how satoru is; not able to keep away from you in heated moments like these. his large hands fondling, groping and squeezing every area of your body only proves that point.

“thank you for what?” you ask, planting a soft peck on his lips. your boyfriend responds by holding the back of your head. he leans in for another kiss like a man depraved of any affection. you shudder and hold onto him like he there is no tomorrow. he does the same back, squeezing you against his chest.

satoru slightly tilts his head back to answer your question. his breath was hot on your mouth, a faint string of saliva hanging between your bottom lips. he can not hold the urge. he can not answer. his lips are already colliding with yours once more.

over and over. until the two of you were out of breath and needed a break again.

“thank you for being with me,” satoru answers in a quiet whisper. the pad of his thumb brushes back and forth against the waistband of the shorts you are wearing. there is an urge to pull them down and reveal those pretty little panties you are wearing, but his current priority is to feel your mouth on his.

until he gets enough. which is never. never in a million years.

“thank you for everything, honestly,” satoru continues and leaves a couple wet kisses down your neck. his hands do not leave your perfect body. he’s admiring every curve - every body part that had yet to be touched, “could have never believed that i’d end up with such a pretty girl. but, here i am, with the prettiest girl in the world in my arms.”

satoru had a way with words. one that left you flustered like crazy each time. he looks at you and that’s when you know that he means every word. his eyes were shining, even when half-lidded. the admiration in them more than just visible.

he looks at your face and body like he’s witnessing the world's greatest treasure. and that you surely are.

“stop saying that.” you giggle embarrassedly. you cover your mouth to hide your smile, though satoru is quick to grab your wrist and pull your hand away. he keeps holding onto your arm to prevent you from hiding your face from his sight. and to stop you from hiding your lips from his, of course.

the older man clicks his tongue, scolding you jokingly for trying to hide that precious smile from him. he kisses the corners of your lips, touch lingering against your hot skin, “how am i supposed to admire my pretty girl if she keeps hiding herself, hm?”

you squirm due to satoru’s flirty words. his gentle tone of voice is making you feel those tingles in your lower abdomen. there has not been a single moment in your relationship where your lover made you feel unwanted. it’s been the complete opposite every day.

“someone’s getting a bit squirmy, aye?” your boyfriend teases. he knows that the combination of his words, looks and actions make you weak in the knees. you always react like it’s your first time kissing and that is both endearing and amusing to him.

you can’t control your bodily reactions either. the sight of satoru beneath you is simply too much. his fluffy hair that sits messily due to your fingers that tugged and played around with the strands, his black top riding up to reveal a glimpse of his defined abs and happy trail. . . the faint blush on satoru’s cheeks and the needy look in his eyes.

you surely can’t leave him alone while he looks like that.

“shut up and kiss me already.” you respond with a huff. and so, satoru does. wasting not a single second. kissing you is his job—his passion. the only thing he ever craves for.

the room once again fills with noises of pure contentment, enjoyment and pleasure. it’s just you two in that moment—no one else mattered.

as long as your lips stay attached to each other, no one actually does.

[elvesofnoldor]

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