#raaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

[deezbignutz]

No cuz the subtle flirting and cute little banters between the characters in Toy Story and the other little short films are so friggin adorable and I love them so much

these two arsecheeks are make me feel so very single. They are couple goals

[jungwonslover]

what if i hex penelope rn

what if We hex peneloflop.

[yokubyo]

“your mouth feels so good.”

@pillarflame, nsfw prompts.

everything had all happened so fast: an emotionally charged embrace, the tender kiss to the middle of the retired hashira's forehead, and now — now they're practically pawing at each other like clumsy, hormonal teenagers. saya, however . . . doesn't shy away from any of it. she takes to him like a duckling to water; naturally, instinctually. she is driven by the sheer force that is claiming rengoku kyojuro her's. ( mine. only mine. ) in truth, fushikuro has never shared a kiss with anyone, but the way lips press into one another, laden with pants and heavy breaths, one would almost be shocked to learn this fact from her. she whimpers, then is so bold as to bite down on wildfire's lower lip where she proceeds to tug ever slightly while maintaining a stare seemingly hazed over with her own newfound desires.

"  kyojuro . . .  " she moans, she slurs, drunk on the feeling taking over her entirety 'fore greed grabs her by the throat and forces her to go for his. she pulls kyojuro's robe off to the side, down his shoulder, and no sooner shall her lips kiss up the column of his throat. saya pauses once, over his pulse point so she may feel the rhythmic ba-thump, ba-thump of his hummingbird heartbeat. she's thrilled to know that his feelings are mutual. florets of bites, bruises, and kisses follow her in tow, until the mighty flame pillar is but a perfect canvas for her unbridled adoration. he's beautiful like this. so, so beautiful. "  this feels good for you, doesn't it ? " panther purrs, then moves up to claim an earlobe within teeth. tug, pull. "  i could feel your heartbeat thrumming under my lips before . . .   " she murmurs as she further seats herself into him, chest to chest, and a hand slowly ( painfully so ) trails down his front until it rests upon his thigh, and she squeezes.

"  mn . . . i can feel how riled up you are. i don't want to stop . . . can i keep going ?  " please, with sugar on top. tell me how much you want me.