#the purples? ugh

[delphi-dreamin]

Kinktober Day 6: Belphie

I really liked the neck corset for this little shit 😈

Taglist: @sassykattery @biteable-pink-pixie @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do @yourboyhack @attic-club-sandwich @consolationblog @syren201 @flemmingbamse

Kinktober Masterlist

[existentialcrisis-9-5]

Eclipse finally has their licence!

Sorry it took a while, they had to get a few repairs first :P

Sun and Moon's licence :)

The full lanyard

[floriseu]

sad　　girl✿﮾᳜⡴✟ ❤︎　　　 ͟ ͟✿͟ ͟ຼ͟ ͟ ͟ ͟ ㅤ ⚔️ ྀ ્᭄ ▊▍ ˖ ॱ

[potato-lord-but-not]

the sun and moon are gay and married btw if you even care

[midgetmoth]

[spoiledmilks]

I’ll see you on the flipside…hopefully

[aweina]

ᥫ᭡. your name , mike schmidt ( suggestive )

say my name until you lose your breath …

tags gn reader. established relationship. fluff. kind of self-indulgent. teasing. mike + sleeper build combo.

“it hurts mike.”

your body was shaking like a withered leaf — limbs tense with a burning sensation.

“yeah?” he tilts his head a bit, a sadistic twinkle in his eyes.

you couldn’t last long anymore.

“yes! it feels like i’m gonna – ”

your poor face nearly slaps against the cold wooden floor if it weren’t for mike’s rough hand breaking your fall. he saved you from an embarrassing bruise that you would’ve had to heal for a week — what an angel. but even then, you let out a muffled painful cry against the wooden floors. the nonexistent muscles sculpted on your arms ached, the wind in your lungs struggling to spill out from your lips.

mike shakes his head as he soothes your forehead with a sweet brush of his thumb, back against the edge of his undone bed.

“i still can’t believe you can’t do push-ups.” there was a playful condescending tone in his voice that you couldn’t be mad at because he sounded hot.

you lifted your head, an exaggerated pout on your face. mike smiles at that, tracing his hand over your chin to tilt your gaze towards his. a hue of green and gold in his brown eyes — a little detail you loved about him.

“physical education was my lowest grade you know.”

the gruesome memories of being cruelly yelled at for not participating in group activities or the echoing of shallow cheers during the mile, you being the last person standing. yeah, not a great time.

“really now?” he asks with feigned surprise — a quirk in his brow.

you glared at him, getting up with wobbly feet and nearly toppling over. mike catches your fall again, gently guiding you on the bed. it was a little embarrassing, but he didn’t seem to complain.

“yes, mr. high school footballer.” now it’s mike’s turn to roll his eyes at your teasing, taking a seat back on the cold wooden floor.

what you would’ve done to see him in a football uniform — now stuffed in the depths of his mundane closet. not long ago, you happen to see crinkled photos stuffed in the drawers, old high school photos of mike. a youthful glow to his face, the curls in his dark hair longer, strong arms sadly covered in the sleeves of his jersey. high school you would’ve fawn over him, you’d like to also think he would with you — through the bulky clothes and thick framed glasses.

“whatever. i’ll show you how it’s done.”

a lazy hum vibrates your throat as you carefully watch mike stand up, stretching out his muscles just like he always did. the same sneak peek of his coarse happy trail never failed to make your heart skip a beat, letting out the same tired yawn with a lousy scratch through his messy locks. you tuck yourself in his soft sheets, the comforting smell of warm cotton and woodsy cologne nearly lulling you back into a doze.

every morning, he would do push-ups like this. you’d have an empty space beside your sleeping form, panic filling your heart. it’s then you hear deep grunts, the noise making you blank out with a blush — until you look over and see him in his third set of push-ups. dripping sweat sticking between his skin and the thin fabric of his t-shirt. mike subconsciously coerced you into waking up early. with the sun still beneath the clouds, you check him out while you’re smothered under the sheets he tossed on top of you. conversing about what you’ll do that day, what you wanted for breakfast, who’s turn to wake up abby.

if it weren’t for his deep breathing and quiet groans, you wouldn’t have to be so aroused every morning — like now.

planting his palms flat and arms extended towards the freezing floor, mike‘s position was much more stable and proper that you were attempting to replicate. his upper body bobs up and down, bare feet perfectly planted on the ground. you quietly admire mike’s hidden physique, counting each push-up with a whisper. his elbows barely buckle with each bend, keeping a steady pace without breaking a sweat. completely in contrast from the suggestive noises spilling from his soft lips, breathless and sweetening.

“say my name.”

he stops mid push-up, a confused look written all over his flushed face.

“i … w – what?” from how winded he was, his confusion sounded like a low whine — the familiarity leading back to this exact bed.

“say my name while you do push-ups.” beneath the sheets, you hid a sly smirk — the wink of sleep long gone from the excitement bubbling in your chest.

“yeah … okay sure baby.” mike’s genuine cluelessness was laughable. his doe eyes was unmistakably innocent, naturally obedient to your command.

now every completed push-up he executed perfectly was tied with a sweet tune of your name. the quiver in his voice was sweetly addicting. a breathless drawl drags at the end of your name — tired hiccups escaping his throat. reaching towards his limit, he growls your name with each grunt. how does he not notice how he sounds? fuck, he sounded so cute yet so possessive, but you refrained yourself from throwing yourself at him.

with one last bend to his arms, your name comes out as a desperate whimper. hot panting forced through his lips, drips of sweat running down his brow bone. mike crashes back beside the edge of the bed, his head bent back to the plush mattress. you gaze down at him with a soft smile, brushing away the damp strands of hair — still snug under the warm covers that combat the biting cold of the early morning.

“i know why you asked now.” mike mumbles tiredly, reaching up with aching arms to brush your hair in return. a cocky smile on his face.

“i was wondering when you’ll catch up.” you press a soft kiss on his lips, another on his dampened temple.

“you have a dirty mind, you know that?” mike blushes at the showers of kisses, chuckling at your little perverted plan.

“yeah i do. now do it with your football jersey.” he rolls his eyes the second time this morning, sneaking in a warm kiss on your chin before he stands up — cracking his tense neck with a hard tilt of his head.

“or i’ll just get myself a glass of water.” mike jested with a dry strain to his throat, taking your soft hands and tugging you on your feet.

you happily held his hand. both of your bare footsteps pattering through the cold, darkened hallway — careful not to wake up abby from her room.

“orrrr you can take a shower with me?” you suggestively whispered in the shell of his ear, nearly wrapping yourself on his aching arm — barely irked by the fabric draped on his shoulders that was dosed in sweat.

mike grinned in amusement, knowing you both already shared the shower during early, much more rushed mornings.

although, it never hurt to hear it from your lips.

“yeah sure baby.” his voice deep and rich in your ear, pecking a gentle kiss on your bed hair.

mike guided you both to the dimly lit kitchen, a sickly flirty exchange stuffed the cold hallway — quiet mumbles and fleeting touches.

besides the discipline he puts himself through every cold morning, mike learned to love them, especially when you’re there to admire him — despite the fact you would pretend to be asleep. he knows, but he likes to play your game every now and then.

add. note : okay i’m extremely unathletic, so i hope someone reading relates too. and can you tell that i got this idea from tiktok … (￣ ￣|||)

[seulzitos]

🥟 ┄ ₊ 𝗂 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 ❋ ⁺

[feathercreates]

"Genesis...that's rude!" - Angeal Hewley

In which a salty teen Genesis gets a little bit cheeky over losing a spar with Sephiroth again.

Angeal still thinks it's a hilarious addition to his growing photobook, though. :P

[dthmet]

“Stop posting purple haze” shut up

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

A cold winter day, and for some reason Howdy is unusually fluffy and Barnaby loves it

NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND i think about them w/ winter coats So Fucking Much its not even funny-

[ghostorbz]

A buncha invader zim stamps I found (with credits!! Awesome cool!!)

Other characters:

cupcake - tak is awesome - insane fandom - purple - red

Dib centric:

big head - squee - happy - paranormal head

Zim centric:

never lie to zim - cute - head pigeons - the bucket - mine - taco human

zadr centric:

support - space - con 1 - con 2 - zadr - hmm... - not a stamp but im obsessed with it

Other...

everything - stare... - "i love irken letters" - drop

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_1052 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[my-castles-crumbling]

Hey guys, fun fact that I learned completely randomly and not at all by being scared shitless five minutes ago:

Did you know that if you mix hair bleach and bleach your hair and leave the extra in the bottle with the cap on in case you need extra it will expand until it blows up two days later and covers your bathroom?

Yeah. Well. Now you know.

Not that it happened to me.

@starchasersunseeker @beautyoftheships this is what happens when you leave me alone and wifey goes out.

[ashlumicalm]

“Hi Princess”

[fictionfordays]

First Time With Shinsou

(Aged up 21+) Hitoshi Shinsou x fem!Reader

CW: Kissing (and lots of it!), this is smut (?) so MDNI for realsies !!! eager lover (idk is that a thing? I’m making it one ig), blushing and reassurance, super heavily implied sex, p in v - if I missed anything, please lemme know!!! :D

A/N: ahhhhhh I’m so excited about this one, my friends, like you have no idea! Comments are encouraged, REBLOGGING IS GREAT, likes are appreciated (but they don’t do anything on this hellsite, plz keep that in mind)   Dividers from @benkeibear again, ps I love these flower ones so much <3

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It's the first time you and Shinsou were this intimate. You were so desperate for each other. Sloppy kisses from the time you entered your apartment until you reached your bedroom, his shirt peeled off somewhere down the line. He kicks the door closed, his lips attached to yours and his fingers clutching desperately at your body.

You kick off your shorts as you both stumble over to your bed. He sits on the edge of your soft mattress, fingers squeezing the flesh of your hips as you climb into his lap, greedily nibbling on his bottom lip.

You trail your fingers from the sides of his neck down to his chest and gently push him until his back is laying on the bed. Your left hand slides across his skin, over the muscles of his arm, his smooth yet calloused palm, until your fingers graze between his larger ones, holding it in place on the bed. His other hand squeezes the plump skin of your ass as you grind against each other.

Your free hand makes its way to the waist band of his shorts and eagerly unbuttons them. Hitoshi lifts his hips a little and, with his free hand, helps you pull them down below his knees. His girthy cock slaps against his abs.

He groans quietly at the cool air when it touches his sensitive skin. His tongue glides smoothly against yours as he sighs against your lips. Your eager fingers on your right hand slipping between your bodies to paw against his length while pre continues slowly dripping onto his pale skin. The hand you're still holding firmly against the comforter squeezes yours tightly.

You pull your wet panties to the side and allow your sweet nectar to coat his length as you continue to grind against him. You moan quietly against his soft lips when his tip catches your little pearl just right. You slowly ease him into your soaking core, mouth falling open against his as you sigh at how well he stretches you.

A blush covers his face, "wait.... baby, wait..." his fingers are squeezing your hip so hard you think he'll leave bruises.

You pause for a moment, breathless from all of your shared hungry kisses. "You ok, 'Toshi?" Your gaze meets his affectionately, your right hand coming up to cup his cheek delicately.

"You... you feel so good, baby... so t-tight... I-I might cum if you move," he chuckles softly. Even with his tip in your weeping cunt you can't help but find his blushing face not only endearing, but also absolutely adorable.

"Go ahead, baby," you hum kissing his nose and each of his cheeks sweetly, "I'll take good care of you, 'Toshi..."

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