🍒 sweetest pie in town 🍒

Sweetie/Eden🍒 • she/her • AFTG • nsfw pfp @llstarcasterll

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1) try to come up with a name Sweetie/Eden <3

2) try to find the pfp artist again @llstarcasterll

3) in case of emergency dirty thoughts about Foxes & co.

4) ao3 loading …

5) AFTG sapphics ftw 🧡🤍🩷

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t4t kevthea.

trans man kevin 4 trans woman thea.

t4t kevthea.

that’ll be all thank you.

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everytime i encounter the term ‘pre-heat’ in omegaverse i have to actively remind myself we’re not talking about an oven and omegas are not warming up to get cookie dough shoved in they pussy

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me: AFTG sapphics ftw 🧡🤍🩷

also me: and the gay boys can come too i guess

my writer ass: starts writing Kevrobin smut

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think laila and jeremy ever fucked?

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the lack of shower sex in this fandom’s fanfics is… hmm…

[codename-adler]

one thing i haven't talked about and cannot wait to explore in A Mistranslation for Survivor :

can you imagine the kind of fucking pressure Katelyn is under?? you're pursuing your first relationship with a woman, who not only is Theodora mf Muldani, but whose ex is Kevin mf Day? how do you top that? baby girl, good luck

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“she give head like kevin day on court” @kevindavidday

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so what if Allison sheathes her Louboutin heel in a condom and fucks Renee with it, hmm?

[pr3ydriv3]

nsfw sideblogs r so funny. my friend we can't talk here it isn't safe.. we have to go to sex world together

[livingdead-system-deactivated20]

Why would you hide this in the comments

[chalicechipper]

yes waiter one toxic thighfucking premature ejaculation crying yaoi please

[hangeslilcumslut]

Manifesting a dry humping scene in tbc. Like to charge reblog to cast

[jordiipordii]

do I think Jean Moreau wants to be able to see Jeremy Knox’s beautiful face every time they have sex? absolutely.

do I think he’d ever turn down reverse cowgirl and the chance to ogle Jeremy’s freckled back and phat ass? absolutely the fuck not.

[jordiipordii]

zero idea what the situation would have to be but would we not all appreciate jeremy going down on jean from underneath a desk

[codename-adler]

on Kevseth and Enemies-to-Lovers

i think there are ships where the characters feel as if they’d been atoms next to each other when the universe exploded into being.

i think there are ships where the characters feel as if they’d been godly creatures cut right down the middle when they seemed too powerful united as one.

and then there are ships where the characters feel as if they’d been this great entity once upon a time but something happened and the core was ripped bloody from the inside by a burning iron fist. and now the shell of it walks hollow and aimless in the world, waiting to feel, to lose, to cease; and the core, it runs exposed, too bright, too extraordinary, each step seizing, a trail of blood behind it, feeling everything too much too deep all the damn time, flayed alive, a raw mess aiming for the top lest it gets stomped into the earth.

so when the shell and the core meet, what happens? can they really fit back into each other? how does that even work? it’s not glue. it’s not about recognition. it can only be painful. they’ve got to dive head first into one another no questions asked or they’ll hesitate and make the landing worse. maybe deadly, even. they’ve got to have a tight grip on each other, and hold on, and meld, and meld, and meld. it’s about hits and pushes and marks and struggle and claws driven so deep into the flesh and blood that they dissolve into the one matter.

they hate each other because it’s not easy, never. because it hurts. because it shouldn’t have been this way. because it seems impossible. because it’s endless attempts. because it’s unfamiliar. because it’s strange. because it feels wrong. because it demands and demands and demands, more and more, always more. because it’s ugly, and time-consuming, and loud, and dirty, and jarring, and too big too small too fast too late too much.

you have to let him in. you have to make space for him. you have to fit with him. inside and around. you have to relearn how to feel and how to move and how to speak. you have to shelter him. shield him. make his heart beat. make his lungs breathe. you have to be there. you can’t walk away. you need each other. you have to accept that need. and the want too. that despite the wreck and the alarm bells, the blood matches. that this is it. this is him. this is you.

what will you do?

keep away? fight from a distance? burn him to ashes and yourself too? or embrace him? and your whole self?

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and then they fuck it out nasty-style into the sunset forever

[codename-adler]

and then they fuck it out nasty-style into the sunset forever

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Allison “It’s not gay if it’s a threesome with me” Reynolds perfectly scheming to get Seth “I’m not gay” Gordon and Kevin “It’s easier to remain heterosexual” in bed together.

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fic by @300foxholecourtt inspired by this post

gold rush

[codename-adler]

on Kevseth and Enemies-to-Lovers

i think there are ships where the characters feel as if they’d been atoms next to each other when the universe exploded into being.

i think there are ships where the characters feel as if they’d been godly creatures cut right down the middle when they seemed too powerful united as one.

and then there are ships where the characters feel as if they’d been this great entity once upon a time but something happened and the core was ripped bloody from the inside by a burning iron fist. and now the shell of it walks hollow and aimless in the world, waiting to feel, to lose, to cease; and the core, it runs exposed, too bright, too extraordinary, each step seizing, a trail of blood behind it, feeling everything too much too deep all the damn time, flayed alive, a raw mess aiming for the top lest it gets stomped into the earth.

so when the shell and the core meet, what happens? can they really fit back into each other? how does that even work? it’s not glue. it’s not about recognition. it can only be painful. they’ve got to dive head first into one another no questions asked or they’ll hesitate and make the landing worse. maybe deadly, even. they’ve got to have a tight grip on each other, and hold on, and meld, and meld, and meld. it’s about hits and pushes and marks and struggle and claws driven so deep into the flesh and blood that they dissolve into the one matter.

they hate each other because it’s not easy, never. because it hurts. because it shouldn’t have been this way. because it seems impossible. because it’s endless attempts. because it’s unfamiliar. because it’s strange. because it feels wrong. because it demands and demands and demands, more and more, always more. because it’s ugly, and time-consuming, and loud, and dirty, and jarring, and too big too small too fast too late too much.

you have to let him in. you have to make space for him. you have to fit with him. inside and around. you have to relearn how to feel and how to move and how to speak. you have to shelter him. shield him. make his heart beat. make his lungs breathe. you have to be there. you can’t walk away. you need each other. you have to accept that need. and the want too. that despite the wreck and the alarm bells, the blood matches. that this is it. this is him. this is you.

what will you do?

keep away? fight from a distance? burn him to ashes and yourself too? or embrace him? and your whole self?

[edens-sweetie-pie]

and then they fuck it out nasty-style into the sunset forever

[edens-sweetie-pie]

Allison “It’s not gay if it’s a threesome with me” Reynolds perfectly scheming to get Seth “I’m not gay” Gordon and Kevin “It’s easier to remain heterosexual” in bed together.

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it seems i may have forgotten about challengers when writing this. but yes. yes, everyone.