#(hehehe <3)

[divinit3a]

sun YCH comm :D join the waitlist to be notified when slots for these YCH reopen ^_^/ ⋆｡°✩

[lilbeanz]

Draco & Bartholomew playing together -- 1985

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[l3viat8an]

Loverboy Asmo ♡ who eat you out so sweetly, gently tracing heart shapes with his thumbs on your clit while he laps at your cunt. 

Loverboy Asmo ♡ tracing his name on your cunt with his tongue, making you guess what he’s spelling out.  

Mean Loverboy Asmo ♡ who only gives you three guesses to get it right. 

Nsfw!

Lover boy Asmo <333

Mean Loverboy Asmo who delays or even ruins your first orgasm when you can’t guess right, looking at you with the most heartbroken expression ever on his face, whining that “Really sweetheart that was sooo easy! You should only be thinking about me~”

Mean Loverboy Asmo who insists that he has to start all over now!!! slower this time, dragging it out and even stopping when you get close to cumming, spelling his name as slowly as he can so you can get it right this time!

Loverboy Asmo praising you when you finally get it right, letting you cum and giggling that you’ve earned another orgasm for being so good~

Loverboy Asmo who’s not going to stop until you’re screaming his name <3

[sofiannnne]

SURPRISE NUMBER TWO <3

— a cuye louivia edit because I'm adding them to our little you and me cinematic universe 💘💖💝💓💗💕💞

@ezekai ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖

‼️surprise number three coming soon... 🤫

[dragonhold]

neven can kill his enemies no problem but the SECOND abnur tenderly wipes their blood off his face.... suddenly he's feeling shy 👀

[silliest-onyx]

This cutie has me in a CHOKEHOLD. Please save me…I’m writing my first ever fan fic just because I know I would never leave him when we were kids. And I HAVE to write about the new dynamic. Because I’m crazy codependent too! >:(

Sure he killed a bunny and I sobbed my eyes out, I’d just cling to him and cry. He’d call me a baby and sensitive and be a little scared himself deep down because he thinks I could leave. But I don’t, I just cling to him. Because my fear response is freeze and fawn, baby!!! He won’t have to worry about me running anytime soon. So he doesn’t have any reason to stab me. I’m safe (I’m so cooked) :3

BUT DONT WORRY I CAN MATCH HIS FREAK!!!

Please guys, believe me, I can fix him (I’ll only make him worse) :P

Anywho…off to go do some more research on the exact patterns he talks in my playing the game and taking notes like a psycho. I have nobody to talk about this game with so screaming into the void <3

PLAY THE GAME IF YOU HAVENT!!! The False sun on itch.io

[grumpynymph-a]

B&E, Baby (15,678 words) by grumpynymph Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Passenger (Movie 2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Benson/Randy Bradley Additional Tags: Breaking and Entering, Under-negotiated Kink, Trans Male Character, Trans Randy Bradley, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Homophobia, Hostage Situations, Secret Relationship Summary:

Something in Randy relaxed. The man who murdered four people in front of him had broken into his apartment, and something in Randy relaxed. He didn’t have time to think about it.

[alltimecharlo]

OK but consider girl-Will, who is bros with Mack from the start of dev camp and it’s all good until, like, the teal carpet on opening night or the sharks foundation dinner where she does the hair makeup dress thing and Mack is like OH NO WILL IS HOT TOO, I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM

oh yes definitely!!!! i have a soft spot for girl!will <3 mack would 100% malfunction, you are so correct anon 🩵 fic under the cut!

Mack doesn’t even clock it at first. Not the way people probably expect him to. He and Will hit it off fast, from the first day of dev camp—chirping each other, texting at all hours, getting competitive about everything.

She can toe-drag like nobody’s business and she already has a cult following on Sharks Twitter before either of them has even played a game. She’s just… cool. Effortlessly cool. In the way that makes Mack think of the kids he always wanted to impress when he was younger. The kind who make everything look easy.

They’re tight by the time rookie camp ends. Like, finish-each-other’s-sentences tight. Like, share-rides-to-the-arena-and-pick-up-coffee-for-each-other tight. So Mack never thinks about it. Never thinks about her like that.

Until the Foundation Dinner.

The Teal Carpet is a mess. Hot as hell, and Mack is sweating through his undershirt before they even hit the step and repeat. He’s still tugging at his collar when Will arrives, and he turns to wave her over—

—and chokes.

Literally chokes. On spit? Air? Pride? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that Will is walking toward him in a slinky navy dress that’s absolutely, one-hundred-percent illegal. Her makeup is subtle, sharp. Her hair is pinned back in that effortless way that definitely took two hours. She’s still Will. Still smirking at him like she knows he just forgot how to function.

“Hey, Mack,” she says, and it should sound normal. Casual. But it doesn’t. Not to him.

He stares. “You look—uh. Wow.”

Smooth.

Will cocks a brow. “You too. Not choking on your own tongue or anything, huh?”

Mack rubs a hand down his jaw. “Didn’t know we were dressing to kill.”

“You wore a double-breasted suit. You look like Bond.”

“You—” He gestures vaguely. “You look—like I need a drink.”

She laughs, bright and open, and hooks her arm through his like it’s the most natural thing in the world. And it is. It always is. That’s the problem.

Because now he’s aware of everything. The curve of her shoulder against his. The way her perfume is subtle but maddening. The slight pressure of her fingers where they loop through his arm. He should be able to ignore it. He’s ignored plenty before.

But then they’re sitting at their assigned table, and Will tosses her hair over her shoulder and leans in to whisper something sarcastic about the rubber chicken they’re being served—and Mack sees the line of her neck, the shimmer at her collarbone, and it’s like he’s sixteen again, flunking out of rational thought.

He’s so fucked.

“You good?” Will asks, tipping her head at him. Her voice is low, private. For him.

He forces a smile. “Yeah. Just—distracted.”

“By the speeches? Or my legs?”

Mack coughs. Chokes again. Will beams.

Yeah. He’s got a serious problem.

♡