I think she'll understand; otherwise, I'll transfer some of my new wealth into her Birkin.

PR's Tumblrdome
DEAR READER
NASA
noise dept.

@theartofmadeline

Janaina Medeiros

titsay

if i look back, i am lost
hello vonnie
sheepfilms


★

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

roma★
art blog(derogatory)
h
todays bird

shark vs the universe
almost home

izzy's playlists!

seen from Germany

seen from Singapore

seen from Brazil

seen from United Kingdom
seen from Bangladesh

seen from Türkiye

seen from Venezuela
seen from United States
seen from Netherlands
seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States
@goddess0fdestruction
I think she'll understand; otherwise, I'll transfer some of my new wealth into her Birkin.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
“Xavi, you’re drunk.” You try to push his head away, but he won’t budge, his heavy shoulders pinned over you like an anchor.
“Mmhmm, I know...” His voice is a slurred murmur against your skin, accompanied by the wet sound of licking. He looks up at you through his dark lashes, eyes hazy but focused. “This ish still deliciush.”
Squeeze and I'll Come
—⊹ this work was originally commissioned and given consent to be shared (personal details about the commissioner had been edited out)
MDNI 🔞
Synopsis: Sleepless nights tangled with buried feelings plague your mind, and those soft yet unreadable pink-blue abyssal eyes haunt your restlessness just as they have so many nights before. So your hand reaches for the only thing that bridges your heart to his. The fishtail beacon. Content warnings: Abysswalker x princess, Implied Insomnia, Implied Slowburn, Emotional vulnerability, Mutual pining, Princess x Assassin Dynamic, Forbidden love, Yearning, Soul bond, Reincaration & Past lives (implied; kind of connected to his myth), Sexual tension, First kiss, Love confessions, Body worship, Glove & hand kink, Breath play, Sensation play (slight), Biting, Hair pulling, Nipple play, Soft dom & Service top Rafayel, Fingering, Slight Dirty talk, Teasing, Straddling & Thigh grinding, Implied virginity, Vaginal sex, Multiple orgasms, Creampie, Cuddling Word count: 7.7k Author's note: soo mhm, finally time for some Abysswalker;) it's curious and sad that i don't see as many Abysswalker fics out there, and i've wanted to write him for the longest time. hopefully i did him justice ♡
The fishtail beacon is warm.
It shouldn’t be. It is bone and scale and whatever strange Lemurian craft shaped it into the delicate thing it is, small enough to curl inside the bowl of your palm, light enough that you forget you are holding it until the heat reminds you.
And it is always warm. Not the borrowed warmth of a thing held too long against skin but rather something deeper, something that pulses faintly when you press your thumb to its ridged spine, something that feels like it is breathing.
Ebb & Goo
Does he have enough cum to single-handedly repopulate Lumeria? Probably not. But he'll damn well try to with you.
CW: MDNI, dubcon, reader is looking very breedable, siren haze, breeding kink, oral tings (f receiving), double-stuffed by a merman, cnc tones.
A/n: This is(n't) a joke.
Until it's woven into our souls.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Mmmmurcles 😵💫
the lads visited the hundred acre wood and roo made drawings of everyone
This banner may be a menace to my existence (aka losing the 50/50 TWICE now) but the outfits…. They’re so yummy….
"I'm cleaning my seat..."
🔞MDNI🔞
He eyed you warily as you sauntered into his home office, that all too familiar gleam in your eye and tiny smirk telling him you were up to something. He just couldn't quite put his finger on what it was this time.
"Zaynie, baby..." you said, producing a damp wipe from behind your back like a magician unveiling a trick. "Could you wipe your handsome face, please?"
Gegecore <3

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
sylus loves when you play husband & wife — mdni
there’s something about being called your husband that sends sylus completely, utterly feral. he already knows you’re perfect for each other—knows you’re a match made in hell heaven, knows you’re the only woman alive who could ever be his. but hearing it out loud? hearing complete strangers look at the two of you and sigh, “you’re a match made in heaven,” “you’re perfect for each other”?
it does something to him—something dangerous.
because validation like that makes him want to prove it—show you just how perfect the two of you really are. show you that your bodies were made to fit, to lock together, to claim and be claimed. that you were meant to be husband and wife, bound to each other for all eternity.
“my dearest wife,” he grunts, thick cock dragging against your warm, velvet walls as he pistons into you. “look at us, look at how we fit together.”
rafayel condescendingly calling you mommy — mdni
cw. mommy kink, mean dom!raf, degradation, dumbification
you’d finally gotten rafayel to agree to let you be on top. it took a lot of begging and a ton of coaxing to get him in this rare, vulnerable position—but you won. you should’ve been satisfied with just that… except his pretty moans and breathy little whimpers made you greedy. his scrunched up face and sweet pleas made you want more.
“you should try calling me mommy,” you breathed, palms gliding slowly over the firm planes of his chest.
and this snaps him out of his pleasure induced trance, his hands coming to your waist to halt your movements. he’s heaving, but he’s able to pant out a bemused, “what?”
your lips slowly stretch into a grin, “c’mon, don’t you wanna be a good boy?” you tease, your fingers moving to tweak his peaked nipples. “don’t you wanna be a good boy for mommy?”
it’s when his cock twitches in your soaked cunt that you realize he doesn’t hate the word. in fact, he might actually like it.
so, naturally, you push it even further.
you peel his hands off your hips and drop back onto his aching length, riding him with a rhythm that borders on mean. every filthy word you purr only deepens the color blooming across rafayel’s cheeks, his ears burning a furious beet red as he watches you take him exactly how you want.
since my timeline is a mess i beg y'all unfollow me if you don't fw the "baby sister" line. Caleb’s og trope has forever been pesudocest, he's your gege. Yes, You can like a censored version of him but watching same crash outs everytime gets underwhelming. No hard feelings, I write dark content, you'll find pesudocest in every two fics of mine, I've nothing to hide, no propaganda to spread.
Again, no hard feelings but plz move on.
— consume me, all of me
tags: nsfw, smut, dom! sylus, sub! reader, fingering, p in v, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, use of “kitten” and “sweetie” as petnames, praise kink, daddy kink (sry this is self indulgent, but it’s more towards the end) porn no plot, aftercare scene, no beta we die like men i’ll edit it tomorrow blablabla
sylus qin.
he has a ridiculously terrifying reputation as the leader of onychinus. an internationally wanted criminal, sought after across all the galaxies. you yourself have heard rumors of his greatest crimes, eliminating anyone and anything in order to chase his next explosive protocore or deadly gun. most now their heads down to him before a fight can even begin, too frightened to start a battle with him, knowing that it can turn into a war.
to the world, the concept of belonging to sylus is a fearful thing.
and yet, that is exactly what you are—someone who belongs to sylus, just as much as he belongs to you.
when the audience at the auction starts staring at you, murmuring about ‘sylus’s woman,’ you feel strangely—ashamed. not because you don’t want to be associated with sylus, but because some low, self-deprecating part of you feels that your satisfaction and is too much, too smug.
it’s terrible, especially because you know it means you’re breaking a rule—the one sylus has set, because he knows how your bust little brain thinks.
“don’t minimize yourself, kitten. be greedy. you’re not allowed to feel ashamed for wanting, do you understand?” he had asked you as you panted, face flushed red after he had just fucked you senseless, telling you to leave all your shame behind.
so, you hide it. at least, you’re able to, at first. but sylus notices, of course, he does. to him, you look like a kitten trying to hide the fact that it wants to preen. a cute little thing that needs to be reminded of what’s her’s.
it’s not long after that he’s showing you off, gesturing for you to be as shameless as he wants you to be.
he puts you on his lap as he watches the auction. you squirm, but you don’t protest, knowing better than to reveal yourself.
when he sees you eyeing the most expensive thing on the floor, he buys it without hesitation. you furrow your brow, but don’t fight him.
when he shoos away the guard just so he can open the door for you in front of everyone, you bite your lip, but let him wrap his arm around your waist back to the car.
it’s only when you sit in the car that you actually say something about it it.
“sylus, you don’t need to do all that.”
sylus tilts his head, acting coy in that infuriating way that he always does when he knows something is up.
“do what, sweetie?”
“do… that. you know… i know you have a reputation. you don’t have to.”
“but i want to,” he replies, “so, what’s the problem?”
you twist your lips, wondering how to okay yourself out of this. “i don’t know.”
he stares, letting the silence give you the space to think. you look away, feeling like his gaze sees right through you, no matter what you do.
“i just feel like i shouldn’t really be standing out, you know?”
sylus’s eyebrows raise slightly. “and what exactly makes you think that?”
“i don’t know. i just don’t feel like it’s that urgent,” you say. then after careful consideration, “at these events, i mean.”
“is there something wrong with me doing as i please?”
“no, no. it’s not that. it’s more like, you shouldn’t be dragging me everywhere like that.”
“like that?”
“like, you know, because of your reputation.”
“my reputation.”
“like you shouldn’t be bothering yourself with me when i’m not-”
“not?”
“-not important.”
there’s a beat of silence, then sylus’s lips are growing into a smirk. the kind that you don’t like, because it means you’ve broken a rule, which means that you’re going to suffer hell for it.
“seems a sneaky kitten is feeling shameful again, isn’t she?”
—
he’s a gentleman the whole way through, opening doors and making small talk in the car up until the moment you both step through the front door.
almost immediately, you are up against the wall. he starts off with slow, soft touches, his voice almost dragging you into a deep sleep as he ask you what you want to do, what’s safe, what’s not.
“sylus,” you pant, “i didn’t mean-”
he kisses you on the cheek, the soft touch burning your skin. “but you did. you broke the rule, and now i have to teach you be greedy again, don’t i, kitten?”
his arms sweep you off your feet as he brings you to his bedroom. soon after that, they’re pinning you up against the bed with a soft, firm dominance. you find yourself clutching his hair, tugging it with whines and moan as he props your legs up on his shoulders, licking into your heat with a slow, but ravenous tongue. he slips his fingers inside of you one by one, slowly stretching out your pussy, every thrust brushing up against your sweet spot perfectly so well you’re unable to speak.
“i’m sorry, sy, please,” you beg, hips stuttering as he holds you down to take more.
“promise me you’ll be greedy,” he says, voice muffled against your pussy as he continues to mouth against it.
“i promise,” you whine,
he hums, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. your hands grab at his hair, chest heaving as he continues to build your orgasm up, up, up.
“next time, say it like you mean it.”
he doesn’t let you come, not for a long time. your eyes well up with every little interrupted high, and find yourself pleading with him to let it happen, just once. but he just shakes his head, insisting that, “you’ve been lying to me all night, kitten. you can’t get away from a punishment this quickly.”
it’s only when you start shedding tears that he finally offers you a way through, huskily demanding, “bite me. mark me, and then i’ll let you come.”
so you do. he hovers over you, and you sink your teeth into his neck, begging for a release. it’s only after you’ve left three pretty marks on him that he relents, though not without making you say it.
“tell me you’re mine,” he says, “tell me i’m yours.”
“i’m yours, sylus,” you hiccup, “you’re mine. please, please…”
he kisses your thigh, “waited so nicely, sweetie. now come for me,” you’re flooding warmth into his wanting mouth, practically sobbing with how good it feels to finally let go.
but, he doesn’t stop there. he keeps going, going, sucking and flicking at your poor, abused clit. he continues to fuck his fingers faster and faster until you’re coming again, thick slick pooling down to the fabric underneath your ass with every orgasm. “sylus, please, i can’t take it anymore,” you beg, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth as he kisses you, deep and slow. there is a pleased smile on his face as he looks at you, staring like he’s admiring a perfectly ruined masterpiece.
“tell me then,” he whispers with heated breath into your ear, “tell me all the ways you’ll let me show you off, how you’ll be greedy. maybe then i’ll give you a little mercy, kitten.”
so, you tell him. you tell him that you want his finger marks on your wrists, so that everybody can see what he left on you. you tell him that uku want to leave your lips alone after his kisses you, so that everyone can see how swollen he made them. you tell him that you want him to come inside of you, so they can see his cum dripping down your thigh after he’s finished with you.
“such filthy words,” a low chuckle comes out of him, sending shivers down your spine. as his free hand rubs your back in soothing, back and forth motions, you start to think that perhaps he’ll finally give you a break.
however, you soon discover that ‘mercy’ is anything but, with his fingers slowing their pace, but never completely stopping. quickly, you realize that the slow, thick drag of his fingers against your sweet spot is far more torturous than when he was fucking you relentlessly.
it’s get to a point where your eyes start to well with tears. you hiccup a little, stuck in a frustrating pull between understimulated and overstimulated—your stomach knots, but your high never, ever comes.
“sylus,” shuddering, you shut your eyes to ground yourself, “i need you.”
“you know what to do, sweetie. use those pretty lips of yours.”
“please,” your voice breaks, “i’m yours, please, sylus. please, fuck me, show me i’m yours.”
the smile on his face grows wider as he hears you beg. propping himself up, he taps his wet fingers on your lips, watching with hunger as you let them slip through with ease. you suck on them gently, almost pathetically, eyes shut closed as he hums in approval.
“such a sweet, pretty kitten,” he whispers, dragging his fingers from your lips, drawing a trail of saliva down to your chin. “it seems i have no choice to reward her, don’t i?”
when you nod, he lets out a small laugh, one that sends another shudder through your body. soon, he climbs over you, and it’s only then that you realize that somehow, his clothes are still on. he’d spent so much time fucking stupid, making you remember to be shameful, that you completely forgotten about it.
you watch as he pulls his shirt off over his head, his torso glistening in sweat, small droplets dripping down his to his hips. when he leans down to tower over you, you almost gasp, his body making you feel small in a way that forces your thighs to squeeze together.
with a smirk, he guides your hands to unbuckle his belt, letting you slip down his pants until your hand brushes up against his hardness. you nearly whine when you feel the heaviness in your hands, fingers slowly peeling off his boxers until his thick cock finally slips out, the red tip dripping with precum.
fuck. it’s like everything about him is designed to sweetly ruin you.
“are you ready, sweetie?” he asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.
you swallow dryly, “yes, please.”
sylus is not nice. you should’ve learned this by now. and yet, the moment his slips his cock into your pussy, he gives you little mercy. at first, he’s slow an gentle, letting you get used to the shape of him as your cunt squeezes around him, oversensitive.
but, quickly he picks up the pace, fucking you deep and hard, as you cover your mouth with your palm, trying to keep in your moans before sylus ultimately decides to pin your hands down. each thrust is rough and precise, hitting your sweet spot good enough to have you seeing stars, your eyes rolling back into your head.
“you feel so good, kitten,” he groans, face flushed red, “so tight, always squeezing me. you like this, don’t you?”
too deep in your own pleasure, you don’t hear him. when sylus sees this, he grabs your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks as he forces you to look up at him.
“good girls answer when they’re asked questions, kitten.”
“y-es,” you pant, eyes barely able to stay open. “i like it, i like it so much, sylus.”
“you like being mine, don’t you, kitten?” he asks, “you’re allowed to be greedy for me. say it.”
satisfied with your answer, he rewards you with a thumb to your swollen clit, rubbing it in circles as you whimper in his embrace. the dual stimulation has you breathing heavily, a strange, knotted feeling building up in your belly with every thrust off his fat cock.
“sy-mmph, sylus, wait,” you gasp, “i think i’m-”
“i know sweetie,” sylus, the sly bastard he is slides four fingers down towards your lower belly, then presses, firmly.
“show me the prettiest way you always mark me.”
and suddenly, you’re squirting all over him, your juices landing on his hands and dripping down the base of his cock as he continues to fuck you, making you scream. your pussy almost seems to be unable to stop, wetness pooling beneath you as your walls clench tight around his thick length.
“fuck, pretty girl,” sylus growls. there’s a dark, satisfied look his eyes as he stares down at your fucked out face, sweat and wetness covering your body. “look at you, all messy, just for me.”
“please,” you plead, you don’t even know what for. he’s fucking you so good you’re losing your goddamn mind. he looks like heaven and hell incarnate, sin and blessing all at once. “closer, sylus, please. inside, fuck-“
at your words, his cock twitches against your pussy, his voice becoming raspier. “you want me, kitten? ah- want me to come inside you, fill you up so you can feel me even after we’re done?”
“yes, please,” you beg, feeling heady as the thought fill your head—his come, stuffing you so full, that he’s dripping down your thighs, soaking your panties. “i’ll be so good, sylus, please, i-”
“you’re being good, kitten, you’re being so good,” you can tell how close he is by the way his voice wavers just a little, dropping down to a low, possessive tone.
you whimper as you feel another orgasm building up, tears welling in your eyes again. your pussy squeezes around his cock, the praise washing your body in hot warmth. you can feel sylus’s cock twitching again, his moans becoming rougher every time he slides back inside your sweet, warm walls, his own orgasm threatening to come.
you squeak when he bends down even further, forcing your legs high into the air as his cock hits you deeper and deeper.
“sylus, what-”
“how much,” his voice breaks, eyes staring down at you with intensity as his face hovers just inches above yours, “gonna come inside you, kitten. how much do you want it? how much do you want to be mine?”
you whine. you feel like you’re going crazy. you don’t care how you get it, so you let yourself ramble.
“i want it, i want it so bad, want to feel you inside me, fuck me so full, daddy, please…”
“fuuuck,” sylus throbs inside of you, his eyes shutting close at your words. he pulls out slowly, then fucks his cock back in, hard and fast. “you want daddy to come in you, sweetie? mark you as mine forever?”
“yes, fuck, please make me yours, daddy,”
his high hits him like a drug to the brain. with a broken moan, he comes, hot white flooding your pussy as his hips twitch uncontrollably, still eagerly fucking you. the sensation of him cum breaks you too, making you shudder and pant even after he slows his pace, trying to ease you down. your body starts to feel tiredness shortly after, and find yourself feeling the need to hold his close when he starts to whisper little praises to you, kissing your forehead.
“sy…” you whimper as he pulls away just slightly, leaving your hands cold and lonely.
“i’ll be right back, sweetie. just need get something to clean you up.”
you hear his feet padding a little farther away, then then the sound of a door, and finally a creak on the bed as he carefully maneuvers you. you gasp when you feel a warm towel against your skin, wiping you clean. a bit after, you start to come back to yourself, feeling like your feet are a little more back on earth.
as he continues to focus on cleaning you up, you reach out to brush away a stray hair from his face, earning a look of surprise from him.
“hi,” you say.
his face breaks into a warm smile immediately.
“hello, sweetie. how are you feeling?”
you yawn at his question. he coos, a little mockingly, but soft enough that you don’t bother retaliating.
“so,” a beat, then, “new name for me, huh?”
you retaliate then, lighting punching him in the chest. “shut up. i was going crazy. it’s your fault.”
“that it is.” he chuckles, sounding a little smug. then, in a softer tone, “you know, i wouldn’t mind, if that’s what you want.”
“okay, but-“ you fluster then, face heating up until it’s red, “can we talk about this later? when i’m not naked and fucked out?”
“such a demanding kitten,” sylus pulls you into his arms, flopping you two onto the bed together. he pulls a fresh blanket over you, wrapping his arms around you as you snuggle up next to him.
“but of course, whatever you want, my love,” he says.
“huh,” you say, “when did you get time to switch out the blanket? i was here the whole time.”
“my evol is useful for many things, kitten.” sylus kisses your forehead, nose, and lips, “now, be a good girl and rest up for me.”
unable to help yourself, you laugh, “i love you.”
sylus smiles, “love you too, sweetie.”
a/n: so funnily enough this was supposed to be a completely different fic that was set in a bdsm club… but mc and sylus got too lovey-dovey and i somehow defaulted to the current timeline in the game. anyways, this is my first fic here so i hope you enjoy it 🥺
dividers by @mieluno
7,237 words * ˛ ✦ ・ Caleb watches her process the instructions, sees the flicker of understanding in her eyes, the lingering haze of pleasure making her pliant and obedient. "I have to give you your cummies before you get to school, don't I?" he continues, his thumb tracing her lower lip. "Can't send you off like this, all worked up and nowhere to go. That would be cruel. And I'm not cruel, am I, baby? I'm good to you, so good to you. I take good care of you."
WARNINGS: third person pov (fem!reader), alternate universe – modern, significant age gap — reader is eighteen and caleb is fifty-two, size difference, heavy dubious consent bordering on non-consensual, fingering, exhibitionism — crowded train + public bathroom, groping, stalking, muffling (with his hand over her mouth), overstimulation, cunnilingus, dirty talk, face-slapping (with his cock), throatfucking, corruption kink, cum-swallowing, unprotected sex — vaginal, cumplay, breeding kink / creampie.
The morning rush hour is a familiar beast, all shoving bodies and the stale breath of commuters who decided that since they haven't had their coffee yet, they shouldn't brush their teeth. Caleb stands near the sliding doors, one hand gripping the overhead rail. He's been riding this train for three months now, ever since he mapped her route to school and realized she takes the 7:15 every Tuesday and Thursday.
And today is a Tuesday.
He sees her before she sees him, which is how he prefers it.

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
on the porch of eden
↬ caleb x younger sister!reader ↬ masterlist // ao3 version
cw: smut, sibling incest, dubcon, masturbation, orgasm control, mind control, female reader, little sister as a pet name, everyone is of age ❤ summary: caleb misses you. caleb craves you. caleb can't stand how far away you are from him. caleb hates himself for that. word count: 2.4k a/n: reposted because tumblr wrongfully took it down 🙃 i still find it hilarious, for all the questionable things here i got sniped for something that's not even included lmao anyway, please mind the tags 'cause the dove is pretty dead and rotten. not what i usually write (especially the fem reader part) but it was a part of kinktober challenge i in the end haven't launched. divider by cafekitsune minors dni ❤
When you answer the videocall, Caleb is already hard.
You've been on his mind for a whole day—no, since the last night when he's caught you on your way to sleep, in fluffy pajamas and drowsy. You snuggled into the pillows as he talked to you, too tired to speak, just nodding along and hugging one of the plushies he'd gotten you when you had been living together. You were dozing off and his head was spinning, full of nasty thoughts and need to slide into your cute little pussy, so warm and welcoming, and his only. But he restrained himself for your sake; he waited until your eyes fully closed and your breathing eased into the tiniest, soft snores. He kissed you goodnight in his imagination and ended the call.
Then, he's been like a mad dog in rut.
You slap them during s*x❄️⭐🐦⬛🫧🍎
Yes I was inspired by this 👇🏻
🔞MDNI🔞
He was slow, too slow. Every drag of his cock over your needy folds made your mind scream in frustration, begging him to just take you already. You arched your back, nails digging into his muscles as your body shook with desperation. Your cries filled the room, whimpers and curses as he edged you relentlessly, pushing you to the brink of insanity.