#should i tag this minors dni?

[tomatoderby]

I drew my oc Varuna in the For Love & Lemons Heart Underwire Bra and Heart Thong Panty (from Victoria’s Secret) for Valentine’s Day!

Please do not repost, but likes and reblogs are welcome.

[babygirlwolverine]

dean grips hold of cas’ bicep hard, fingers digging in as he gasps out a stuttering breath. “slower,” he groans, pulling cas impossibly closer as he pants out the word again, “slower.” cas thrusts in painfully slowly, dropping his head down onto dean’s shoulder with a ragged moan. “savor it,” dean chokes out, thighs squeezing against cas’ hips as his brain short circuits. he wants to remember every single millisecond of this; the burn, the pleasure, the aching sensation exploding in his chest as cas draws back excruciating slowly before thrusting back into dean deeper than he had before. the cry that rips from dean’s throat is enough to have him seeing stars. “dean,” cas gasps, and then more urgently, “dean.” this is too much, too much, not enough, and dean desperately tilts his head until he can mouth at the corner of cas’ lips. “don’t stop, don’t stop. make it last,” dean rushes out on a sharp exhale, because he doesn’t want it to end. he wants to be in this moment, with cas in him, surrounding him, consuming him, forever. cas pulls away and pushes back in even slower, and dean feels like he’s being torn apart and remade by cas all over again. it’s agonizing and delicious and perfect, and dean can’t get enough.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

WARNING to all underage peeps: DNI with this part! It is NOT essential to the story and you WILL NOT miss anything!

For those of you who do read: please be nice!! This is my first (published) attempt at smut and any mean comments WILL be deleted 😚

Part 1 | . . . | Part 45 | Part 46 | Part 47

Steve leads Eddie down the hall to a guest bedroom, then stops in front of the door. “If… I don’t want you here because it looks like I need it. If you’d rather-”

“Hey,” Eddie interrupts softly, grabbing his other hand, “I want to be here. Okay? I want to be here with you. Don’t try and let me out of it now that I know what I want.”

Steve looks at him, wide-eyed. “What do you want?”

Eddie drops his hands to cup his cheeks. “Maybe this’ll explain,” he murmurs, before pulling Steve into a soft, sweet kiss.

Steve melts into it, letting his eyes shut as his hands find purchase on Eddie’s hips, pulling him closer to wrap his arms all the way around Eddie’s waist in a hug.

After a minute Eddie pulls back, just enough so they can look at each other, and Steve smiles when he opens his eyes. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “So let’s go to bed, okay? We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

Once they’re settled under the covers, facing each other, Steve sighs. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

Eddie hums. “Promise me something?”

“What?”

“You’re not gonna jump between me and a bullet.”

Steve widens his eyes. “Eddie-”

“No. Stevie, I’m serious. I know why you came back in time, okay? And I know you’re hoping to save me this time around, but I won’t let it be at your expense.” His eyes are shiny. “Okay? I need you to promise me that you’ll make it out, too.”

Steve looks at him, then. Looks at his eyes, one blink away from tears, yet sure in what he’s saying. The slight scrunch of his nose. The barely-there tremble in his lips. His uneven breathing. “Okay,” he says, and surges forward, connecting their lips again.

Eddie hums against his mouth, and he crowds forward, pushing their bodies flush together. “Is-” he pulls away to pant. “Is this okay?”

“Jesus, Steve,” Eddie groans, gripping his hips. “Is this okay, he says, like I haven’t been dreaming of it since I first saw you.” He rolls his hips up and they both hiss at the friction. “Are you- the scratches, it’s not- we’re not-”

“You’re fine,” Steve promises him. “More than fine, Eddie, c’mon, please-”

“Yeah, okay,” he breathes, rolling them over so he’s on top. “This okay?”

“Jesus,” Steve chuckles, “y’gotta stop asking and just start doing, man, or d’you want me to be the first person to ever die of blue balls?”

“Hey,” Eddie mutters, pressing his hips down, “patience is a virtue or whatever the fuck.”

“Fuck your virtues,” Steve says nonsensically, which causes Eddie to freeze and stare at him with narrowed eyes.

Finally, he responds with a shit-eating grin. “Actually, I’d rather fuck your virtues.”

“Shut the actual fuck up,” Steve mutters, gasping when Eddie thrusts particularly hard. “Oh, Jesus, fuck, Eddie, please-”

“Yeah? Feel good?”

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, letting his eyes flutter shut when Eddie ducks his head to mouth down his neck. “Nothing that shows,” he murmurs, even as he tilts his head to allow Eddie better access.

“Y’want?” Eddie asks, not disconnecting from Steve’s collarbone.

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, rolling his hips up just as Eddie rolls his down. He chokes on an inhale. “Eddie-”

“Yeah,” Eddie murmurs, sucking a mark into his shoulder. “What do you want?”

“Just—oh, Jesus—your hand, Eds, c’mon, please, please-”

“I’ve got you,” Eddie murmurs, “I’ve got you.” He works his hand down between their bodies until it reaches the elastic of Steve’s sleep shorts. “Need your help here,” he murmurs, tugging in example.

Steve grunts and lifts his hips just long enough to get his shorts down. “You too,” he murmurs, kissing across Eddie’s chest, nipping at his collarbone.

Eddie groans, throwing his head back. “‘M not gonna last,” he manages.

“God,” Steve laughs breathily, “Me neither, c’mon, get your hand-”

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees, placing his palm under Steve’s chin. “‘S too dry,” he whispers. “Spit?”

“Jesus fuck,” Steve mutters, rolling his hips up, searching for friction. He gathers enough saliva to let it pool over his tongue, onto Eddie’s hand, before he brings it down and around both of their cocks.

The first slide up is heaven.

The second is fire, coursing through his veins, burning him up until all he can feel is Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

He twists his wrist at the end, flicking his thumb over the head of Steve’s cock, and Steve thinks he sees the face of God.

Suddenly the fire is back, all-consuming, burning everything in its wake, and Steve chokes on an inhale. “Gon’- gonna, Eddie, gonna come,” he whispers, dragging his fingers down Eddie’s back, trying to find purchase before he shakes apart.

Eddie lets out a sharp breath. “Me too,” he says, and then they’re not saying anything as their lips meet.

It’s not a kiss; it’s too hot and wet and dirty for that. It’s nothing more than them panting into the other’s mouth, sharing breath, reassuring the other that they’re still there, that they’re not moving away.

The fire burns brighter, the flames lick higher, and suddenly there’s a supernova inside Steve, burning brighter and hotter and brighter until it explodes and everything fades to black.

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[midnightmoodlet-art]

I saw a lingerie set and I couldn't help myself

Of course I can't post the full thing for 🔞 obvious 🔞 reasons 🔞 so links utc!

🔞🔞🔞🔞SUPER SECRET POIPIKU LINK🔞🔞🔞🔞

🔞🔞🔞🔞SUPER SECRET TWITTER LINK🔞🔞🔞🔞

pick your poison

[leathr-blr]

my life is so over i’ve reached a point in the pnf fandom where my roommate will search up perryshmritz smut to send it to me in our dms unprompted to make fun of me and the art they send me will be by my fucking mutuals

it’s like watching porn and going… “wait… i know that guy”

[nobodiesswhore]

I just wanna hold a shy girl's legs open as she lies fully naked on my bed. Just stay there and appreciate all the little dips and curves of her body as she gets more hot and bothered and wet from all the attention. Hold her open even as she tries to squirm away from embarassment so she'll whine and moan about how mean I am to her. And then eat her out until she cries. Y'know?

[boosik]

*tosses this like a grenade and runs away*

[mechanicalmalewife]

for your consideration: polycule consisting of a semirealistic android sub, a much larger and completely non-humanoid supercomputer dom, and a switchy human robofucker. the possibilities are truly endless

[planetamarte]

grown ass man that jokes about being a pervert and then gets embarrassed to rb something slightly suggestive on his own blog

[zhongrin]

Hemlo rin!

Just watched a tiktok where soneone called Zhongli

✨Fabled Archon of Shafts✨

That is all

Have a nice day <3

".... the archon of whatー?"

[swagging-back-to]

not sorry. i extend very little sympathy and patience towards tras who are underage, and the only ones who do get said sympathy are TIFs. but again. it's MICROSCOPIC levels of sympathy.

[chocky-pocky]

soooo i've been writing a thing with a friend of mine and it has literally been driving me up the WALL. i think it's why i have been suffering from so much horny the last few days.

anyways i need to get railed til i cant walk-

[anonymoususer-25]

STE.VEN UNI.VERSE HICFANFIC

Oooh, I like that, I might use that for all my hicfics I post here...

Anyway-

Reblogs and interactions are fine, but no reposting or sharing anywhere.

This story was written a long long time ago, looking back at it...it's not terrible and I actually don't hate this.

CW:

-inaccurate gem anatomy (I'm pretty sure the Gems are made completely of light, they don't have diaphragms...probably)

-eating hot pepper

-betting

-laughing/teasing other people's torment

-bird mom loving her son

-pls let me know if I need to add more

And without further ado, I give you...

Pepper + Hot Sauce = Trouble

“C’mon, P! You gotta do it!” Amet.hyst cheered.

Pe.arl was sitting on the couch and in front of her was a Carolina Reaper dipped in extremely hot hot sauce.

“Can't I do something else?” Pe.arl replied as she looked at the pepper in disgust.

“A deal’s a deal. You lost.”

Pe.arl sighed remembering the bet they’d made. Amet.hyst betted that Pe.arl couldn't go a week without cleaning, and Pe.arl betted that Amet.hyst couldn't go a week without eating.

“It was just a dirty sock!” Pea.rl cried.

“Hey, guys! What's going on?” Ste.ven asked as he walked in the room.

“Pe.arl lost a bet, so Ame.thyst is making her eat a pepper doused in hot sauce,” Gar.net explained.

“Oh, this is gonna be good! I'll go get the milk!” Ste.ven bounced excitedly to the fridge to get the dairy product. “Got it!”

He brought it over to the table and Pe.arl looked at him.

“What's that for?” She asked curiously.

“It helps, trust me.”

“Just eat it already!” Amet.hyst cried out.

Pe.arl gulped. She wasn't prepared for this. She wasn't comfortable with this, it entailed eating for Pete’s sake.

“Here goes,” Pe.arl picked up the saucy pepper, closed her eyes as she trembled a little in fear, and carefully placed it in her mouth.

Amet.hyst, Ste.ven, and Gar.net all watched in pure excitement and curiosity. Pe.arl finally bit off the stem and she started chewing it.

Heat, no, fire. Fire was what she felt on her tongue at the moment. She whimpered and whined as beads of sweat fell down her face.

“So, how is it?” Ste.ven asked, since he was recording and Amet.hyst was trying to stifle laughs.

Pe.arl looked straight into the phone’s camera and squeaked, “It's hot.”

Ste.ven giggled, Gar.net smirked, and Amet.hyst was on the floor laughing wildly.

“Guys, I…I think I'm…melting!” She cried.

“You're not melting,” Gar.net snorted.

“Don't forget to swallow it,” Ame.thyst laughed.

Pe.arl groaned and swallowed the pepper pieces. Her eyes grew in shock and fear. She thought her mouth was hot, but now her throat and insides were hot as well. Her face was flushed a beautiful turquoise and tears were brimming at her eyes.

“This is worse!” Pe.arl cried.

“Drink the milk,” Ste.ven suggested with a smile.

“I'm not drinking out of the-hic!- carton, oh-hiccup!-no.”

Pe.arl covered her mouth in embarrassment as her diaphragm jumped again.

Ame.thyst was gasping for air, Ga.rnet was snickering, and Ste.ven gasped.

“I didn't know Gems could get hiccups,” he said.

“It's extremely rare for Gems to get them,” Ga.rnet explained, “but it can happen, since we have diaphragms…Pe.arl’s usually the one with the hiccups around here.”

“Hey! I-hic!-I haven't had-hiccup!-the hiccups in-huc!-a thousand-hup!-years!” Pe.arl crossed her arms.

“But it's still pretty darn funny when you get them!” Amet.hyst laughed.

“Hmph! Hiccuh! Ugh, why me?” Pe arl groaned.

“I'll be right back,” Ste.ven said and hurried to the kitchen to get a glass.

He came skipping back to the living room. He poured some milk into the glass for her.

“Drink it,” he handed it to her.

“Th-HIC!-ahem! Thank you, Ste.ven. hic!” Pe.arl accepted the glass and drank the cold liquid.

Ste.ven smiled widely as he awaited the aftermath. Pe.arl stopped when the glass was half full. A smile made a way onto her lips.

“Aah, that-hic-helps with the heat,” Pe.arl sighed in relief.

“See? Told you it’d help,” he said proudly.

“Hic! Ugh, but these hiccups-hulp!-may stay for a-hiccup!-while.”

Pe.arl drank the rest of the milk in her glass and Stev.en poured her some more. She smiled at the boy as a thanks for helping her get through this. Soon enough, the heat subsided, the hiccups stayed, and Ste.ven was sitting on her lap hugging her. His head would rise with every loud hiccup Pe.arl would hiccup, but he was fine with it. And soon enough he dozed off to sleep with Pea.rl sitting back comfortably and her arms cuddled around Ste.ven’s body.

“I love you, Pe.arl,” Ste.ven mumbled in his sleep.

She smiled and kissed his forehead. “I love you too-hmc-Ste.ven.”

And the two of them stayed like that for the rest of the afternoon.

~Fin~

[jabondemanos]

watching kids cartoons while drunk losing my mind she's so real for missing her pet cat more than her family

[sevicia]

4 AM notes app monster. I have nothing to say for myself except

We are in the basement as usual. She draws her arm back, holds my head in place and punches me, hard. Hard enough to make me dizzy, to make me bleed.

The blood drips slowly onto the white tile floor, each drop's impact seemingly punctuating my ragged breathing. I want to thank her, but I can't get the words out between sobs, so I look up at her instead. The look of pure disdain she gives me drives me crazy; I can't stop shivering, almost whining in eager anticipation for the next hit, and I know she knows this.

I kneel here, beneath her, where I belong, where the entire world makes sense the way it hasn't in too long a time, and here I am filled with the utmost gratitude towards her; I would bow and kiss at her feet if it didn't mean turning away from her gaze.

She raises her open palm, ready to slap me. I cower and I flinch, but the impact never comes; the sting of not being hit hurts worse than any physical violence she could ever gift me. I hear her laugh under her breath, a sound so breathy and soft it makes my pain worth so much more than any pleasure I could selfishly derive from it.

I feel her grip and pull at the back of my hair, dragging me up so she has better access to my face. My mouth falls open as I gasp, the blood I was not allowed to swallow pouring out of it as she shoves her fingers into my mouth and down my throat, feels me gag and drool around them, pulls at my hair so hard I fear she'll truly rip it off this time, only to let go and hook her fingers on the inside of my mouth instead, pulling the corners as far as they'll go so she can fuck my mouth properly.

The stretch is painful, and my throat spasms around her wildly as I fight the instinct to double over and cry out my love for her. I somehow manage to stay in place as she abuses that weak spot on the back of my throat, making my vision blur until I finally vomit onto the floor once she pulls out; all that comes out is a disgusting mixture of bile and blood, forming a dark red pool my face is soon shoved into, and l can't help but smile.

Nothing compares to this feeling of helplessness. This tortured feeling I bring upon myself, this pain I beg for relentlessly, this brutality I can't find anywhere except here, in the palm of her hand, the only place I have ever belonged.

I can only hear my loud gasps and quiet sobs, then the sound of her bare feet as she walks away, upstairs and out the door —I'll have to check her feet for glass shards later, she can be so careless when it comes to herself—, then, as soon as the door clicks shut, I stick out my tongue and start licking and slurping at the pool of my own blood, desperate to get back this demonstration of our love, to absorb it back into my body, and suddenly I think of how I must look from the outside; bent over, still on my knees, face pressed against the cold, dirty floor as I drool and gasp, dripping with sweat, hands firmly clasped behind my back —since I refused to wear restraints—, and I realize it doesn't matter. I understand I look pathetic, pitiful, vulgar and perverted, yet I also understand it doesn't matter, not when this is who I truly am: a selfish man who will do anything, pray and beg any way he must if it means satisfying his own desires.

I seem to have lost track of time as usual, but she always comes back quickly anyways. I sit up and straighten my back as soon as I hear her coming downstairs, and even though my vision is still slightly blurry from both swelling and tears, I can see her face clear as day. Her hypnotic eyes; her twisted grin and permanent dark circles; the beautiful face that haunts my dreams and blesses my nightmares.

"You drooled all over yourself again", she says, making my face burn and my stomach turn with joy; she teases me lightly now, though we both know I can take more.

My mind fogs over as I feel her hands on me once again, now so gentle I almost want to cry. This turmoil I feel is not born of her violence: I have simply gone too long without this, my entire, miserable life in which I have known nothing but bitter apathy I have longed for this. This bliss, unachievable without violence, this bliss I feel as my blood, drool and tears run down my face; nothing compares to the ecstasy of feeling your devotion drip down your chin, of knowing you're exactly where you've always meant to be.

[solarcas]

Suptober Day 16- Red

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