#aheeem

[arthurmorganrp]

Arthur big question! Do you think Javier is handsome?

(I'm a JAVIARTHUR addict I'm sorry 😞 you don't have to answer)

Of course he's handome. The girls go crazy for him. And some boys too, even if they won't ever admit.

Arthur: *stares* ⚡️ John: *stares* ⚡️

@boaz-appreciation you're in the middle, good luck 😂 jk jk jk

[every-kakashi]

[cheryls-club]

Sometimes I forget to filter stuff out, and first thing I see is the most rank fics due to it containing Itafushi

[effmigentlywithachainsaw]

UwU💕

qwen babe

Nezuko

[dxmonicmoon]

@vernades continued from HERE

Something about this evening managed to rouse the demon into action. Something about this place and this time were just pushed him over the age. First, they argue about something. Something minor. Something insignificant. He had slowly advanced upon them, without realizing it until they have been backed against the wall of this, so-called, holy place. His hands stationed on the wall to the sides of their petite frame.

But something unexpected happens. They say something. He can't quite understand what. The conversation grinds to a halt, and they look. Look at each other for a long moment. And then their lips collide. The sounds of his own groans fill the air, as he does, indeed, push his knee in between their legs, spreading them out, pressing in, but not as harshly as one would expect. There's a technique in his teasing. And he moves from the kiss. The string of saliva connecting their tongues breaks apart soon after the kiss itself.

"...haaa....quite...enthusiastic...aren't we?" He can't help but tease. His breath becoming harder. With how close he is to them, they could as well feel something else getting harder as well. He doesn't hold himself back when he gives their neck, their shoulder, their clavicle. A low growl escaping his mouth whenever they pull his locks with their hand. Suddenly, they might find themselves being stripped as well. His hands working their way all of the magus's body, while he still drags his tongue along their skin, as he clenches his teeth on it, leaving marks, something to make them belong to him.

At least, so the feral part of his own mind told him. The same feral part that also told him to slowly advance downwards. He wanted to make them feel good. His tongue traced the skin, still, as his hands still removed whatever cover concealed their body from his advances. Their body is pushed against the wall of the holy place harder than before. He is standing on one knee. His arms spread her legs further, as his tongue finally found his last goal....and so it begins.

[kat-highwind-ffxiv]

Valentione’s Day was fun~

[snailstew]

Nina Cortex appreciation post

[ratcandy]

never realized how much i raise my hand toward my chest to fiddle with my necklace until i had to take the necklace off for this heart monitor. now i keep lifting my hand and instead touching the box they taped to me and going :/ because well. i can't fiddle with that