#p’s thots(^ ^*)

[bimboprincess111]

me n who ??

[flokali]

Argenti who believes you (player) are Idrila… the being who’d saved him countless of times, the one who protects him in times of peril. The reason he only meets you in near death situation is due to how the universe works, determined to only let you meet those who adore you once they’re at their weakest and need your help to return to their true form. Every time a new soul comes to you, arriving at the Express’ doors, you welcome them and work tirelessly to give them strength unattainable through other means.

Albeit not knowing how you truly look like, he can see your silhouette in his mind’s eye. He knows the broad brush strokes that compose your face, even your eye color and hair texture immortalized in his memory. He knows deep down that there will never be any being that can rival the beauty of his Lord.

Argenti, who once finally home with you, can finally rest easy knowing that you are with him – watching over him and giving him strength in your own way. However, he still cannot touch you, he hasn’t been able to clearly see your face yet. His journey isn’t done, now he must find a way to bring you to him so he can spread the word of your arrival and power while adoring you in his arms.

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

thinking about treating scott like a princess ᜊ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᜊ

he’d gripe and groan about how long it takes you to get ready, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom looking down at his watch ever so often as you sat on the counter finishing your makeup.

“the tornado won’t care if your eyeshadow or whatever looks perfect. can we go yet?”

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he’d chew his gum and impatiently cross his arms while he waited on you in the dressing room, nodding along as you talked about the fabric and fit of whatever you were trying on next, taking mental note to just give you his card and get the little fashion show at home next time.

“just buy them both, yeah? if we don’t leave soon they’ll lock us in here.” he’s a sassy man! of course if you called him that to his face he’d give you a mean look and make you call him sir before doing anything else. like that wouldn’t prove your point.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

he treated you like a princess most of the time, and now it was his turn.

“come on, scotty just try it!” you pouted, holding out the face mask package matching the one currently on your face.

“fine, but this is a one time thing, alright? don’t try to make this a habit ‘cause its not gonna happen.” he rolled his eyes and leaned back against the bathroom counter, letting you get closer without leaning down so you could actually reach him, forcing you to stand on your tip-toes as you put it on him.

you knew the fluffy headband was a stretch but his hair getting in the way and irritating him made it easier to pull off, leaving you with an unamused pretty princess of a boyfriend, mostly interested in keeping you tame while making up for all the time he had to spend away from you.

[emchante]

soooo... the idea of a private chat with softcore porn streamer!max has been cooking in my brain..

reader is quite nervous when they check the time and see it's a couple of minutes before their scheduled call. they got new lingerie after finding out max' fav colour is royal blue to surprise him, just before max calls, reader adjusts the camera to show off everything below their face and when the call connects- max has to hold back a moan bc goddamn... how did reader know his favourite colour?

well hi there, you absolutely look ravishing.. blue, huh? you just happen to like that colour or did you plan to make me horny from the start?

my hormones are going CRAZY please send help

🩵

🩵 NONNIE!! ur always cooking up the best ideas, i’m 🫣 at reading this myself.

18+ — minors dni.

are you ready?

that’s the notification that pops up on your screen as you check the time. it’s still a couple minutes until the scheduled time, so you give yourself those last few moments to try calm your nerves.

the royal blue lingerie clings to your body in all the right ways, the fabric soft and delicate, yet daring enough to make you feel like a walking temptation. the lace cups of the bra sculpt your chest perfectly, the intricate floral patterns drawing the eye with their sheer elegance.

the panties are a perfect match— high-cut to elongate your legs, with a teasingly sheer panel across the front. the same lace detail wraps around your hips, accentuating your curves, while the satin waist and glides across your skin like a whisper.

you take a deep breath, telling max you’re ready whenever he is. you take the time to readjust your camera, making sure your full body is in frame. there’s only a peek of your head in the frame, showing max your lips and then it cuts off.

you don’t have anymore time to fix anything as the ringing begins to sing through the monitor of your pc. you reach over, hitting ‘accept call’ before you sit back, waiting for the lines to sync.

the first thing you hear from max is a gasp, watching his eyes widen as they roam over his screen, taking in every inch of you that he can see.

“well hi there,” he laughs lowly, clearly caught off guard by the sight of you. “you look absolutely ravishing,” he continues, licking his plump lips as his eyes continue to take in everything.

you blush at his words, smiling as you run your hands along your thighs, sitting properly for him. “was it worth the wait?” you ask, hands moving upwards to trail across your torso. your hands gently cup your breasts, thumbs poking at your sensitive nipples, letting out a small mewl for max.

the deep exhale and flushed cheeks is enough to tell you yes, it was worth the wait. “i’d wait lifetimes to see you, liefje,” he winks at the camera, before he sits right back against his chair. “hm.. blue though? did you just happen to like that colour, or was there another reason for it?” he asks, eyes darkening at the way your breath hitches.

“i—” is all you manage to breathe out, before a small whine escapes your throat. max smirks, realising he has the upperhand now.

“did you plan to make me horny from the get go?” he asks, but doesn’t give you any time to respond. “because it’s working, you know,” he confirms, moving his hand down to his grey sweatpants and oh.

you can see the outline of his erect cock through the soft fabric, and you stare at his crotch with want. not that he can see that though, but he watches the way your lips drop open, tongue running along your bottom lip.

“just the thought of you is enough to get me going, you know? the teasing you do in chat, the name-calling through donations,” he lists off, as his thumb strokes his clothed erection. “but now? seeing you like this? i don’t know how i’m going to last,” he tells you lowly, a groan escaping his throat as he squeezes himself.

“start touching yourself from the top of your body liefje, and then you can work your way down for me.”

GOOD GOD IM?? BLUSHING AT THIS?? need him sooo badly..

[earthbovndmisfit]

something something Phantom Blood ending where all is good and well afterwards 🌈️✨️

[concretejunglefm]

P!LINKS

CW: includes twitter links which contain porn videos.

NSFW below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

♱ ⠀nicholas using your mouth and throat as a fleshlight

♱ ⠀early morning sex with jolly

♱ ⠀spanking with dom!matt

♱ ⠀munch noah likes to take his time with you

♱ ⠀aftercare interrupted for more overstimulating sub!noah

♱ ⠀shibari and overstimulating sub!nicholas with a wand

♱ ⠀mutual masturbation by you to sub!noah and sub!folio

♱ ⠀eager munch noah

♱ ⠀paddle punishment with dom!nicholas

♱ ⠀matt letting you use him for your sexual frustration

♱ ⠀over the counter fucking with feral folio

♱ ⠀deep fucking and slight choking with jolly

♱ ⠀on top with feral folio

[stevenssticks]

taken from these 3 asks + the thoughts i was having earlier this week.

specifically w this dave bc woah

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the argument started out as something stupid. he doesn’t even remember what it was. all he knows is that he fucked up royally when he said something that absolutely shattered you. he watched your face fall, your lip start to quiver, tears welling up in your eyes. he lets you run off to your bedroom, slamming the bedroom door shut. dave knows he’s sleeping on the couch tonight, the first time ever, if he doesn’t fix this.

you two go about your day as if the other isn’t even there. dave feels sick when he looks at you cooking yourself dinner. his lips press into a thin line. he watches you take your dinner to the office to go eat alone, come back, wash your plate and put it in the dishwasher, looking up and then his eyes catch with yours. it’s just a second of a glance, but dave can see your eyes are red and puffy. he really made you cry.

he watches you mosey back to your shared bedroom as he goes to sit on that couch and eat his own meal, which proves to be futile as he has no appetite. dave covers his plate, placing it in the fridge for later and slowly walks to the master bedroom, when he hears your soft sobs from a few feet from the door.

he slowly turns the knob, flinching as the door squeaks to reveal you, curled in on yourself, facing away from him and toward the window of the master bedroom. dave slowly walks over, his presence making a depression in the bed where he slides in next to you. he starts by rubbing a hand over your shoulder and back, massaging as you sob harder now that he’s here, trying his hardest to soothe you after what’s been said.

dave moves up to press his chest to your back, big strong arms wrapping around you.

“m’ so sorry baby… so sorry. don’t know why i said that. i really don’t.” dave feels that he could cry too at this rate. he holds your shaking body, repeating words of praise to you over and over until your sobs are reduced to sniffles.

“can you look at me, hon?” he whispers to you, hand on your shoulder pulling gently for you to face him. you do so, still refusing to meet his eyes as your lips quiver and you stare at his chest. the two of you lay side by side like that, facing each other as dave brings a hand up to your cheek, whining away the tears as they continue to fall. “i love you, you know that? you’re my whole world and nothings gonna change that. i was stupid. so fucking stupid.”

you look up at him then, and his nose and cheeks have begun to turn red just as it does when he’s holding back tears. his eyes are glassy, and you’re still so unbelievably upset, but he’s truly trying everything to make this right. you lean your head down to bury your face in his chest, whispering a little “i love you too.” dave hugs you so tight, he kisses the top of your head, burying his face in your hair. his kisses move lower as he leans your head up to look at him again, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your nose, pulling back for a moment and then going in for a sweet kiss on your lips.

dave deepens the kiss further and you let him, pulling away for you to catch your breath while dave whispers to you: “so pretty… prettiest i’ve ever seen.” before rolling you onto your back. dave presses his body to yours, continuing to kiss you long and deep for a while longer before his lips move to your neck. you whine, bringing a hand up to the back of his head to keep him where he’s sucking bruises into your neck.

“gonna make it up to you, sweetheart. i promise. i’ll make it up to you in a million different ways,” he moves to your exposed collarbone while he tries to push your shirt up.

he gets your chest exposed, moving down to suck a nipple into his mouth and you writhe away from his mouth at the stimulation. dave holds you close and tight, not letting you get away from him as the arm that’s not wrapped around your middle works at your sleep shorts. he leaves wet, sloppy kisses down your torso, leaning up to throw his own shirt over his head.

once your sleep shorts are kicked off as well as your panties he grabs you by the calf’s and pulls you towards him as he sits on his heels. “c’mere, baby.”

he unties the bow on his pajama pants, pulling them down with his underwear to his mid thighs. his cock is hard and leaking, tip a pretty pink and his breathing is already hard and slow as he spreads your legs for him. he looks up at your pretty tear stained face, puffy eyes and lips. you’re just the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

he runs the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing your hole before pushing in, grabbing your thighs to wrap around his waist as he leans down, pressing chest to chest with you and taking your hands in his.

“okay?” he asks hesitantly, and when he sees you give a watery smile and a nod he starts to move slow and deep, squeezing your hands tight as your legs lock around his waist. “fuck, honey, squeezing me so good. never wanna let you leave this bed…”

you mewl, whispering your own praises and apologies which dave hushes, wanting you to focus on him making you feel good. he nudges the side of your face with his nose and you know to turn so he can give you a long and deep kiss. dave’s hips stutter, beginning to move a little quicker, a little deeper, and soon you’re both gasping out short exasperated breaths as you near your orgasms.

“you gonna cum? yeah… that’s it, i gotchu. you’re okay. you can do it, come on. wanna see you cum on my cock.” you squeal as dave moves a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast tight circles and you contract around him, death grip on the hand that’s still clasped in yours as you cum for him.

“oh fuck.. look atchu… love you so much baby. never gonna let you go… oh- oh fuck!” and then dave is cumming too with a groan that’s muffled by you going in for another kiss. his hips slow to a nice roll, more tears leave your eyes as all your emotions are released, a whole day of tension and hurt that you start to let go of.

you breathe each other in, laying on each other before dave rolls off of you. he pulls the covers up and holds you close. a silent understanding that you will talk the rest of this out tomorrow. at least he doesn’t need to sleep on the couch.

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this took a week to get out i’m so sorry

[syd-djarin]

Divas (gn)…..

which P-boy is wearing a vial of your blood around his neck and you’re wearing a vial of his?

(remember Angelina Jolie and Billy Bob Thornton?)

The obvious one is Max Phillips

I could also see Ezra 🖤

who else? 👀

Summoning some moots who can match my freak: @evolnoomym @magpiepills @almostempty @katiexpunk @sp00kymulderr @beefrobeefcal @strang3lov3 @guiltyasdave @gasolinerainbowpuddles @tightjeansjavi

[bimboprincess111]

🧁૮ ․ ․ ྀིა me n him ⋆౨ৎ💕˚⟡˖ ࣪

[spacetravels]

thing on my mind while i was trying to look at posts for a ship i like is how belittling people in the “let people be friends!!” crowd is, like, all the time. “friendships should be normalized” yeah i think friendship is important. i know this personally because i have friends. like can you name me any media that does not show meaningful friendships between characters. what’s your problem specifically

[houseofpsychoticwomxn]

omg u write for simon .. he’s so bf ౨ৎ

i just need to follow him around like a lost puppy and he’s just like get tf away from me i’m a bad influence and ur just tilting your head like “but your nice to me :( and u make me happy :(“

i do and he is !!! this is so sweet </3

“come on, si, just let me come with you. you’re not that bad.” you protested, stomping behind him as he walked to the truck. he usually stayed over after a fun night together, even took you out to breakfast the next morning, but tonight he insisted that he had some business to take care of that you were just ‘too good’ for.

“look- I am, and you can’t. I’ll be back real quick and we can do whatever you want then, yeah?” he was always annoyingly persuasive and even though you wanted to cross your arms and get in the truck anyway, the smoke scented hands coming up to grab your face for a kiss were convincing you otherwise.

“you promise?” the everpresent pout on your face made his eyes roll, nodding your own head with his hands.

“yeah, yeah. now get back inside, got somethin’ real special with your name on it for when I get back.”

[emchante]

oh OH soft core porn streamer max reacting to your first shy donate and pronouncing your name/username extra sexy, excited the newbie no longer lurks🤭

~🫠

🫠 NONNIE HELLO<333

this idea is sooo on-brand for them two. after the first stream, max knows you as the newbie of the stream, even though there are many new people. he loved how shy you seemed, so he stuck to teasing you about it.

he doesn’t see you often, but when he does he loves to tease you even more. even calls you newbie instead of your username sometimes. everyone knows you as that now, all thanks to max.

“there she is! there’s newbie. how’re you doing, darling? creeping out the box to talk to me?” “ahh, there’s newbie. you’re getting less shy, hm?” “oh my god— that comment came from newbie?? well i never,” when you say a comment a little riskier than usual.

then, it comes your first donation. and you’re like.. okay, fuck it. if he’s going to be a flirt and tease me, i better step up my game. perhaps he set a few goals that stream, and he’s only a few dollars off the ‘pantless’ goal. he’s already shirtless, so why don’t you help him go the extra mile?

‘love seeing you slut yourself out. take the $5, girlies you can thank me later <3’ you type, and send.

as soon as the donation pops up, max’s head turns. when the tts reads out your name and donation, oh he’s perking up.

“oh? newbie isn’t so much of a newbie anymore?” he teases, leaning in to see your name again. he pronounces it lowly, accented voice making it sound so much fucking sexier than it should be. “welcome aboard, glad to have you here,” he winks, taking off his pants so his thick thighs are on display. he rubs them gently, giving them a slap, and you’re mesmerised at the slight jiggle of them.

“well, everyone, say thank you.”

[buried-l0cket]

Ik the popular belief in terms of the Jesus and his disciples metaphor in Trigun is that Meryl is Mary Magdalene but I don’t see much there for that aside from Girl

To me it makes more sense that she’s Peter since he was the second disciple after his brother, like how Milly immediately believed he was Vash and Meryl took a while, and Peter is known for denying Jesus three times, again like how Meryl doesn’t think Vash is Vash for the first couple episodes

I think with Vash and Knives being inverses of each other and both having a group of followers if you’re gonna compare anyone to Mary Magdalene it’s Legato 🧍‍♀️

[walonvaus]

draw the things you would have murdered a grown ass man for in middle school

[stevenssticks]

COMING OUT OF HIBERNATION TO SAY HOLY FUCKINGFUCK FUVK FUCK FUCK FUCK ME. GOOD GOD.

[addie-henderson]

thinking about James with a partner with a oral fixation who just puts his fingers in their mouth randomly. sfw n a little NSFW at the end

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he hummed as Sirius drones on about... something. James suspected maybe it was fashion related. he'd stopped listening 15 minutes ago and he suspects his under-stimulated love hadn't been listening for much longer. he nods encouragingly to his friend hoping it was believable fake interest. as he leans back into the common room couch he felt a tug on his fingers and thought nothing of it.

"what do you think?" Sirius asked finally clearly in distress.

"huh? what? um," he thought about telling Sirius he'd missed what he'd said until he was startled but the warm wet feeling of his finger being in someone's mouth. he yanked them back on reflex. "Ick! my fingers are filthy, Lovebug."

you look almost startled and he frowns at the look on your face. "let me wash my hands first love. I'll be back, padfoot. "

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and him listening to you trying to talk with his fingers down your throat. he thinks it's so cute.

or pulling his fingers out of your pussy and watching you take them in your mouth like they aren't absolutely filthy