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Design:
Horse girl running game have me on a chokehold
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Happy Friday, here’s some lesbians!! 💙❤️💖🧡💛
Art by @questionablelightyagami ✨ (pssst check out their account and buy them a kofi)
it’s horny hours I guess 👀 nyo america x pirate england. oral sex/pussy eating, nothing else really. it’s 3am I just wrote this on my phone I’m not going to proof read it now, pls just take it <3
A melodic giggle filled the captain’s quarters while the sea rocked the ship in just the right rhythm to match his hands cradling, squeezing soft breasts. A gasp when he flicked his tongue over her nipple, another giggle when he cruised further down, golden necklaces and the hem of his open shirt ticking her hot skin for a second before it‘s soothed in one kiss after another.
“Arthur.. you’re su-“
“‘t’s captain Kirkland to you.”
His voice a murmur against her hip, Amelia giggled again but it melted into a soft moan when her legs were pushed apart and Arthur’s rigid breath grazed the inside of her thigh.
“Captain…,” she exhaled, unsure what it was that she had been wanting to say. Couldn’t be more important than watching Arthur settle down at his destination anyway.
A sliver of green sparkled at Amelia from Arthur’s half-lidded eyes. The corner of his lip curled into a smirk. There wasn’t much that he loved more than a fine lass like Amelia in his bed, naked as the day she was born yet in a position devoid of all innocence.
“Let me have you.”
Not a question. Barely a request. The demand made Amelia squirm, though not in an attempt to flee from Arthur, his quarters, his ship, but to hide the flush embarrassing her skin and the excited anticipation gushing from her lips.
She nodded, but Arthur had already lowered his gaze. Keeping her spread open, his eyes slipped shut as he closed in on her.
A first lick. Amelia gasped, squirmed again as Arthur’s tongue dipped between her labia in a languid stroke.
He spared her a break, though merely a second, drinking in her taste. As much as Arthur loved his treasures and to dwell on them, this one wasn’t for savouring.
He circled his tongue around her clit slowly, teasingly, then sucks on it. Amelia cried out, her hips involuntarily thrusting up from the bed. She would be surprised if none of the men from Arthur’s crew heard her.
Hands shot to Arthur’s head, pulling his hair, yet her fist around his strands of dirty blond pushed downwards to keep him in place.
The pain shooting from his scalp turned into a pleasurable tingle as it crept down Arthur’s back. He smiled into the next open mouthed kiss he placed right at Amelia’s core.
Again and again, he flicked his tongue over her clitoris, sucked and licked at it, lacking finesse after a dry spell lasting longer than he’d hoped for but making up for it in eagerness and passion.
He barely caught a breath every now and then when Amelia had so much mercy, but if Captain Arthur Kirkland was to find his end with his face buried between a gorgeous woman’s legs as she screamed out his name in ecstasy, then so it be.
wip of the usuk But I'm A Cheerleader idea
the gangs all here
Butterfly kisses <3 <3
this feels incredibly basic but I haven’t seen a good punk x ballet au in a long time so. what about punk Alice who has a fuck all attitude towards the world that she claim has failed her?? and ballet dancer Alfred who had to fight his own ingrained toxic masculinity to realise it’s okay to secretly take ballet lessons and enjoy them??
they know each other from around and go to school together but only ever actually meet when Alice almost runs Alfred over with the motorbike she ‘borrowed’ from one of her older brothers. she’s afraid the rich kid is going to sue her and Alfred is afraid she’ll tell everyone about the ballet studio he had just walked out of.
they agree to talk this out over a cup of coffee (or tea, in Alice’ case) and turns out Alice isn’t as cold hearted as she pretends to be and Alfred isn’t the careless stupid rich kid Alice had assumed him to be <3