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[tristarelectrical]

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[pebblethief]

This is Irk, a baby tortle bard off on his first adventure!

He's very excited and optimistic and he inspires people by drawing them little pictures

his plushie is called Gim

[wrioluvr]

flirty playboy x mature male reader

this stupid ass meme had been on my mind forever and i realised how funny it would be to have a slutty playboy who just sleeps with anyone to seriously pine over a more mature, secure guy who doesn't fall for any of his shallow charms and tricks.... here are just some blurbs of their dynamic (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

his name is roman. he's a little toxic, but he just wants to be loved.

cw: some smut, top male reader

it all started with a little night out. you didn't do those often, due to devoting most of your time towards work and earning a stable career, but finishing this particularly gruelling assignment called for a celebration. at the bar, dancing with your friends, a good-looking man with a playful glint in his eyes approached you full of bravado. he told you how handsome you were, and had been eyeing you from across the room for a while now. but from a single glance, you could tell he was the type to break hearts. beach-blonde dyed hair, a tight fitting tank top revealing his muscular build, an eyebrow piercing, the way his mouth curled up so subtly into a little smirk.... he was everything you knew to avoid getting serious with. but a little hookup couldn't hurt, right? you deserved a little fun.

and it didn't hurt you at all. a few failed relationships had made you wise beyond your years, knowing to easily seperate the good guys from the bad. you knew your self-worth. roman, on the other hand, was absolutely smitten. no other man had fucked him THIS good, gave him such gentle aftercare, and even let him stay as long as he needed. the way you so effortlessly lifted his legs up to thrust in and out of him at a rhythmic pace, or fondling his tits and squeezing his nipples softly while you hit it from the back, or tenderly running your fingers down his spine, arching it sensually.... he loved it all. it was clear to him that you prioritised his pleasure as much as your own, and it showed in how he orgasmed several times before you even came in him once, panting breathlessly while wearing the sluttiest expression of his life. it was nothing like any of the men he had sex with before. afterwards, you let him stay the night in a guest room, and even brewed a cup of coffee for him in the morning.

roman was damn near tears when you offered to drop him off at his house before you headed off to work. if he was being honest with himself, his insecurities were the root of his constant need for sexual intimacy, so being treated with genuine kindness for once was new to him.

"is dropping you off here alright?" you ask, turning into the road of his apartment complex.

"y-yeah...." he looks out the window, unsure how to look you in the eyes.

"okay. thanks for last night. stay safe." your words carried an air of finality to them, like you were so sure the two of you would never cross paths again. he didn't like that.

"uh, uh......" he stuttered, all his usual flirtatiousness thrown out the window as he couldn't meet your gaze. "could i... get your number?"

your friendly smile froze on your face. "uhhhh.... sorry, i'm not really looking for anything serious right now."

he quickly regained his composure, charm turned up to the max. shifting his tank top so more of his chest was exposed and you could notice his nipples protruding, roman whispered in a low tone, "that's okay! we can just be casual... and fuck anytime you like." a wink. a hand on your thigh.

"jeez... okay, no offense, but i've heard rumours from my friends that you're a bit of a... playboy. i'm not interested in being your toy, sorry."

roman's face flushed in embarrassment, knowing what you said was true. except the part on him seeing you as a toy. that was untrue. he could feel a warmth growing from the pit of his stomach at the thought of spending more time with you. were these... butterflies?

maybe begging would work.

"okay fine, i am a bit of a player... but please, please, pleaseeeeeee.... let's be in contact, okay? as friends?" roman sniffled pathetically, shaking your shoulder in desperation. he needed to be in your presence. why weren't his usual maneating tactics working?!?!

"alright. here you go. just don't spam me or anything, okay? i gotta go for work. see you." you sigh, a little exasperated but choosing not to let it show. he immediately lit up, typing your number in his contacts and saving many hearts next to your name. you prayed your acts of basic human decency wouldn't cause him to catch feelings. you needed to focus on your job right now.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

3:02pm

[romanbabyxx]

hiiiiiii

[romanbabyxx]

i know you said not to spam you but like

[romanbabyxx]

i miss u

[romanbabyxx]

can we meet up at the bar for drinks or something like that? please?

3:10pm

you check the messages on your phone, rolling your eyes and ignoring them. he was probably sending this text to at least three other guys right now. he had a history of cheating, based on what you heard from your friends. you weren't going to be another one of his victims.

5:35pm

[romanbabyxx]

are u ignoring me?

[romanbabyxx]

im sorryyyyyyyy

[romanbabyxx]

pls hit me back when ur free

7.30 pm

[name]

sorry, just got off work. will be super busy this week, so not free. mb.

[romanbabyxx]

oh, its okay! next week then?

[name]

i'll see

this went on for a few weeks, you constantly evading his invitations, being polite and professional, never too intimate over text. roman was starting to get fed up. he's so used to getting everything he wants, he doesn't know what to do when he actually has to work for the one he desires. he actually hadn't hooked up with anyone since your one night stand, but you didn't believe that.

roman was at his wits' end. he could only think of one final plan to get your attention.

trying to make you jealous.

over the next week, he hooked up with any and everyone he met in the bar, not bothering to keep his slutting around discreet. he wanted you to hear the rumours. he wanted you to feel a sense of unease within your very being. he wanted you to feel possessive. he wanted you, to want him. the whole time, even as he was getting fucked, he could only imagine you caressing him, holding him close, loving him.

his deeds didn't go unnoticed. your friends told you about it, yet you didn't feel anything in the slightest. you were right, after all... he forgot about you within a week and moved on to whichever poor man he would leave high and dry next.

the next time you bumped into him at the bar, roman was his usual, party-loving self, excitedly slinging an arm around you, a drink in hand. his plan had to work, surely? you would be begging to have him back. but yet, when he offhandedly (yet so intentionally) mentioned how much dick he had been getting the past week, anticipating your change in expression, nothing happened. "oh. good for you." was all you said.

he sputtered, flustered by your calm demeanour. didn't you care? at all?! "but.... but.... aren't you jealous? that i've been hooking up with other guys?!"

you stare at him, a genuine quzzical expression plastered across your face. "why would i be? it's not like we're dating or anything. it was just a one time thing."

your words hit like a knife through his heart. he clutched his chest dramatically, a pout forming on his lips. "i'll be faithful! i promise!" his words came out more desperate than he intended. he felt so vulnerable, so naked, yet you were the face of serenity. your unimpressed eyes stared through his soul, as if you were scrutinising his very core. he knew you could heal him, make him feel loved, but he was starting to doubt there was any possibility you would feel the same.

"i'm sure that's what you said to the last guy you cheated on."

.

.

.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

i intended for this to be lighthearted but why was it actually kinda depressing tbh

[thephantomsdream]

Simon with a collar on, held by a leash and head thrown back as all he does is slam into you, your sweet praises filling his ears.

"Good boy." You'd moan, feeling his big cock fill you up as you just take it. It's all you needed, your sweet baby to fuck you from behind as you disconnect. And good thing you had an obedient man that did anything you wanted eagerly.

"You feel so good, baby." He'd groan at your words and look down at your thick ass bouncing with every slam of his hips into you, watching his cock spread your cunt again and again. He'd grab a handful of your ass fat, growl like the filthy animal he was and slam harder, earning a good scream from you.

Filthy fucking girl. He'd spit out if he could, but it didn't matter. He was just as fucking filthy, collared up, leash in your land pulling him towards you, owning every fiber of his being, ordering him to slut himself only for you. You owned him anyway. Yes, you fucking did. With every order, every touch, every glance, he was yours to command.

And he thrived when you did. Simon was made to be your dog, your rabid animal that only you could take and tame, even if at times the leash was for decoration, since taming him seemed to be the last thing you wanted.

Rough, dirty, filthy, all he had to do was pound your cunt and manhandle you. As he just was, lost himself in your core, mind dizzy, no other thoughts but you, his owner, mistress, love.

And as he watched you throw your head back, he put his hand around your throat to keep it there. The moan he got from you drove him wild, just as the way you pulled the leash onto you, making him lean down, glue his torso to your back as he still fucked you raw, rough and good.

"That's it, baby. Give it to me harder." Orders whispered into his ear as he held your throat still, by his head, and braced himself, spreading his legs for stability and plummeted, his heavy breathing hitting your ear.

And as you threw your head back, your eyes rolling in the back of your head, you saw it in his eyes, the way he was lost into the passion of the moment, teeth gritted and sweat falling from his temple. He was reduced to his most animalistic instinct, all he truly craved the moment you put that collar on him.

Lost in your dripping cunt, you smiled at him, your temple touching his, feeling his other hand take a handful of your tit and groan, the vibrations of his chest hitting your back, cock burried deep inside of you.

"My sweet baby." You coo, feeling it arrive. A wave of ecstasy as your whole body burns in heat, and he feels it too, as if connected, and bites into your neck, slurping on the sweat and meat, one objective in mind. And while all he chases was you cumming and creaming his cock, he agrees with you. He is sweet, isn't it? He slams into you, hearing your whines. He's being so good for you, isn't he? He slams again, his grip on your throat tightens, and so does your cunt around him. He's your good boy, yeah? He felt it, your pussy spasming. You love him, don't you? He drilled harder.

And as you finally came, screaming like a desperate whore for him, he saw you fall to the side and smirk at him, dizzy, breathless, heavy tits lifting and falling with each of your pants. And you looked up at him, smirking, knowing he isn't done. He kneeled on the bed, panting hard, waiting. Cock hard and wet, your cream at his base and pre-cum leaking from the tip. And he waited.

"Aww, baby. You aren't done, aren't you?" You coo and tease, adjusting to lay on your back and spread your legs, then with a quick movement of your wrist, you pulled the leash towards you.

"Come here, puppy. Fill me up good, yeah?" It was all he needed to hear before he descended onto you.

[galacticmutt]

omg nail painting omo!! you can’t pull down your pants bc you’ll mess up the paint so you’re forced to just suffer

doing it with a friend would be even worse, you’re complaining about how you have to go but “i’m almost done just let it dry.” or them making fun of you for having such a weak bladder

maybe they finally relent and help you by pulling your pants down and rubbing your thighs while you’re finally able to relieve yourself

[ebee7bambi]

Somebunny loves you!! ! <3

(hi i feel so pretty today hehe like a cutesy bunny)

[mooonjin]

pick pick pick pick k pick pick!!!!!! i want to write sum smut 🤫🤫🤫🤫

lol i like how they’re both virgins

[feykrorovaan]

Girls don't want boys, girls want fully romanceable dwarves in Dragon Age.

[arathejedi394]

mini fic

"You son of a bitch," Cap swears at Barnes, throwing down his gloves as he stalks up to him. "I told you to cover Natasha!"

"Natasha didn't need to be covered!" Barnes retorts. "You punk."

"You fucking bastard," Cap snaps.

"Asshole," Barnes returns.

This is nothing new. Clint takes off his boot and tips it over, pouring out sand. Tony grimaces as he licks his teeth, then reaches up to feel them; there's something stuck between his canine and incisor. He digs for a second, then pulls out a wood chip.

"I should change the locks," Cap continues yelling at Barnes. "You disobeyed a direct order, assbutt!"

"Assbutt?" Tony repeats under his breath.

"Because it was a stupid order," Barnes snaps back, "faggot."

Tony snaps his head up. Clint looks up with wide eyes. Natasha doesn't react and Sam looks between Barnes and Cap with worry in his eyes. Even Thor looks perplexed.

Then Cap cracks into a grin. "You call me the sweetest things."

"Huh?" Clint mutters.

"C'mere," Barnes tells Cap, curling a finger.

Cap practically floats over to him. He drapes his arms over Barnes's shoulders, stands up on his toes, and even kicks a foot up.

"HUH?" Clint repeats.

"I should put you in chastity," Barnes threatens; Tony and Sam exchange gawking looks. "For a week. Cover Natasha, my ass, you was takin' the front point by your fuckin' self. You pull bullshit like that, you put my property in danger, eejet."

"Eew, don't quote my mother when you're dirty-talking me," Cap answers, yanking away from him. "What are you all lookin' at?" he adds, glancing between Tony and Clint.

"Nothing?" Clint says.

"Good," Cap tells him.

Barnes slaps him on the ass. Cap squeaks. He glares at Barnes, then storms out. Barnes lingers, his gaze low.

"Um?" Clint starts. "How long have you two been gay?"

Barnes glances at him, raising an eyebrow. "Gays are born this way, dick," he says, then follows Cap out.

[tristarelectrical]

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[gublersg1rl]

cant a girl just be into pegging? cant she just have a little quirk???? cant she just want to give pleasure to her man?? let me ask you this… what is so bad about pegging? what is so WRONG that whenever i speak my little truth the world goes crazy. “omg blocked” or “digital footprint” ?! LEAVE ME ALONE. i don’t judge you guys. i’ve never once enjoyed a sub reader fic but you don’t see me blocking people you don’t see me telling people digital footprint. pegging is scientifically good for you it’s good for you and i would explain how but i can’t because i’m so smart and you guys don’t have the smartness like me to understand how pegging is good for you. also um what happened to feminism?????? are we just going to let the man always do the thrusting?! no i say we take a stance i say we fight back and peg our boyfriends and if you can’t get a boyfriend that’s fine that’s okay peg fictional characters. i’ll do both. because i have both. lots of both. more boyfriends tho… lots of freaking boyfriends…#pegging2024

[piratespencilart]

Obsessed with Adaine and Riz being soooo awkward while talking to the bartender in episode 12. Social anxiety dream team.

[love-domme]

You know just cause I’m a domme doesn’t mean I don’t want to be taken care of. I’m really craving a good service sub right now….I’m always the one doing everything…

[sirsabrina]

Inhale desire, exhale passion

in this moment ur reborn as my human ashtray,

breath my smoke, taste my ash, feel my burn ‪ੈ♡˳‬

[slutzforbueckers]

striving for at least 4.5k words 💪🏽💪🏽

[minibunz]

All my favorite toys have knots 🥰

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