Ne0n-c4t - Neon

And when we finally kill the gods neither hell nor heaven will be waiting for them because they created those to imprison us

okayyy but has anyone thought about pussy eater kinich??? bc i have and i must speak my truth. or i just need my pussy ate. one or the other.

i don’t think kinich is a virgin, but he’s not that experienced. and he doesn’t feel the need to have sex, it’s not really interesting until he meets you.

he’s hooked on you like bees on honey, constantly asking you to come over so he can fuck all the energy he has into you in every different position.

and there comes a day where you tell him he’s gotta learn how to eat it! he fucks good yeah, but you miss the feeling of a tongue prodding around you, so you decide to teach him. and my god is he a fast learner.

the speed he has isn’t only limited to his body, tongue flicking and twisting fast in and out of your hole as his nose bumps your clit. in serious contrast to the way he behaves, he eats it absolutely sloppy. egregious noises, your slick coating his smooth face and chin as he hums into your cunt softly shaking his head in your heat.

he also likes the way you cum differently depending on what he does. if he takes it slow, you gush hard, slowly dropping out your climax against him as it ruins his shirt.

but if he’s feeling extra impatient, he’ll nibble down on your clit, pushing a finger or two in and curling them just where he knows you like, causing you to squirt. and he’ll smile after, watching the embarrassment wash over your jittery body as he dives back in for one more.

it even gets to a point where hell show up unannounced, god help you don’t lock the door. he’ll barge in and see you on the couch. then quickly take his place on the floor in front of you, offering wet kisses through your panties to get you going. and it always works.

he also can’t admit that it’s not necessarily all he enjoys, he loves the way you tug at his hair, call out his name. he might just have to make you his one of these days, ensuring that no one else has access to the treasure trove that’s between your legs. you (and your pussy) are just like a drug to him; he’ll keep coming back for more.

I think whoever named worcestershire sauce that should have the worst tummy hurty ever

I will never again know the succulent flavor of a seatbelt

I LOVE THIS MAN

»𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 || Stanford Pines ||

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Ford never considered himself lucky, Highschool was miserable though he owed a lot to Stan to help him get through it and he knew he still needed to keep apologizing to his brother knowing he was partially responsible for the fall out.

And then he met you, his soulmate, the love of his life lying here in his arms.

It was a quiet day, Summer was slowly fading into Fall. The days were getting colder and you seemed to be enjoying being in his ams more as you let your head rest on his chest.

With a smile on his lips the let your finger weave through his hand. While your hand was smaller than his own it still was a perfect fit in your eyes despite the extra finger.

Though to you, to you that was just a bonus because he would always wrap the extra digit around your palm.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Peering up at him, a smile graced formed on your face as you brought his hand your lips as you gave the palm a kiss. "I am."

Sighing, Ford sunk into the couch more as tugged you closer to his chest. "Good."

A belly can be a "slut waist" too. If you're not a fearful little freak

“stop talking about vampires eating period blood” what next. you’re going to ask fish not to swim? birds not to fly? why would you deprive a being of its purpose like this. You’re sick.

"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

fandom so small there’s barely any x reader fics

dandadan writers where are you. at this point i’m about to start taking more naps to conjure my own

computer show me men with wet spots in their underwear. men making a mess in their boxers. men gasping and panting. men pressing their thighs together. men with trembling hands and sweat beading on their neck. men with warm, sweet skin between their thighs. men twitching. computer. computer can you hear me.