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ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hi! Welcome to my blog! You can call me Sweet! If you’re reading this, let’s be friends! I’m 22, a Leo, an East coast girl who loves manwha, manga, comic books, marvel, anime and many other things! ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

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I’m currently writing for Miguel but I’ll write for other characters from time to time! I do write a lot of smut so this is an 18+ blog MDNI pls!

Kinktober 2024!! 🎃👻 Character a.i 🤖🩷

masterlist down here vvvvv love ya!

Just saw something on twitter and now I can’t stop thinking about riding Sukunas giant dicks while his tummy tongue licks your clit

If I have to wait two more years just for Sony to rip my heart out, I don’t know what I’m gonna do

woah why is my pfp circular

Has anyone ever tried to sell their art on Etsy?? I’m trying to figure out the best way to start selling my stuff but it’s so overwhelming!!

where’s everybody at????

a/n: dis is dirty (◠﹏◠✿) also new header! and theme! I’ll see if I hate it or not but let me know what you think!

cw: yandere toxic controlling, breathplay afab!reader

Thinking about Miguel, your husband who’s also a mob boss. He’s rough and demanding and at the beginning of your marriage it scared you. Made you hate him most of the time. But now it’s… different. Now you sort of crave it.

He doesn’t like for you to leave the estate very often, and not without one of his men by your side. But his offices are across the city. When you whine softly about not getting out very often, wanting to go out into the city, he drills it into your head that the outside world is dangerous and the only safe place is in the house where no one can get in and you can’t get out.

He tells you this as he’s pounding you into the sofa, your head hanging off the armrest, moaning his name like a song and your legs sprawled out so wide it’s almost painful. “You can’t leave because I need you here bunny… hah… can’t let you go can’t- can’t- oh fuck-“ He hitches, his face dipping into your hair, thumb rubbing circles in your pulse point, fingers wrapping around your throat and applying just the slightest of delicious pressure pushing you over the edge. Perfectly polished fingernails digging down his triceps, a gush of your essence down his cock and a gasping cry when you climax for the 4th time. And he comes with a low growl, his angular nose nudging into your cheek and squeezing your jugular as he buries inside; making sure to stick his load deep in you and trying to make you forget ever bringing it up in the first place.

dick grayson "unmasked"

I wanted to share what I’ve been working on the past few weeks 😌 I’ve been hand painting pretty frames for my cards and I’m in love

I’m really happy with the result and I’ll be posting more of them soon ☺️☺️ thank you for taking a moment to look

Your geek boyfriend Miguel eating you out under the table in the campus library.

There’s no one around thank God. But he wouldn’t really care if there was. He’s too wrapped up in your sweet syrupy heat to think of anything else.

One of his big hands wrapped around your thigh, keeping them from closing on his head. And the other hand pumping his cock. Up and down as fast as he can because he wants to imagine he’s deep in your pussy. Balls deep where he wants to be so bad.

Beads of desperation dribbling down his knuckles. On his knees before you although he wouldn’t want it any other way.

His angular nose nudging your clit making you squirm and his tongue prodding your entrance, like begging please over and over again.

Originally you said it to tease him. Dared him to eat you out here and now because he was begging for it. And now all his six feet and however many inches is cramped under this table, working you up to orgasm.

His tongue laps at your core, eyes fluttering and soft moans muffled against your pussy. Trying to be quiet when you hush him. Your fingers in his hair tugging as a reminder that he’s being too loud, he’s going too fast… he’s… he’s… oh and you’re coming

And he can taste it

Hitting his head on the table trying to keep his lips suctioned to your bundle of buzzing nerves. His hand moving from your thigh and long arm hooking around your hips to keep you from moving away. Even as you tremble, almost like trying to escape the pleasure. Keeping your pussy pressed to his face so you can finish on his tongue.

Riding out the high and hearing your little squeaks. Trying not to draw attention even in this deserted library. He’s completely gone by that point too. Coming all in his hand and groaning softly. Trying to keep from making a mess on the floor.

When you finally come down, he’s letting go with a pop of his lips. Panting for air and perching his chin on the chair between your legs. Looking up at you with a dopey puppy smile. You take his glasses off the desk, opening them up and placing them gently on his handsome face, his chin glistening with your release, all over his toothy smile. “good boy…”

and he blushes up to the tips of his ears.

a/n: heyyy! I miss everyone 😭 I wanna talk to yall in the comments and message me if you want!! Love you all soooo much! 💗💗💗