intro wip
cherry valley forever
todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
RMH
DEAR READER
Peter Solarz
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her


Andulka
Claire Keane

β
Not today Justin
d e v o n

JVL
Today's Document
tumblr dot com

he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

seen from Germany

seen from Finland
seen from Germany
seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia
seen from TΓΌrkiye

seen from Russia
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Poland

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Australia
seen from New Zealand
seen from United States
seen from Russia

seen from Vietnam

seen from Germany

seen from Russia
@painfullysweet
intro wip

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 β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
Tropical in the Rave
frat!sukuna x gyaru!freader
warnings ; cigarettes, fem!reader, drunk sukuna, hes a pussy drunk mf, not proofread β wc : ~500
Sukuna didn't even think someone like you would have liked him in the first place. At first he didn't like the strong makeup you would wear every day. He thought it was like some sort of high on crack demon possessed you every morning. And honestly, he was right in some cases. But soon, he thought your makeup and fashion sense was something that made you stand out and made you look confident.
After a couple of dates, he showed you to his frat brothers. His friends like Toji thought you looked "like you slipped in tropical punch and then got a punch of cocaine". He soon got a black eye and a cut across his cheek. Everyone kept to themselves soon after.
Sukuna would take you to raves as often as you weren't studying (which is not that often.) You loved raves. It was one thing that no one really cared about your appearance and your attitude. Except, you were often the one in the middle of the dance circle doing some sort of variant of belly dancing. Sukuna was mostly a turnt drunk mess once you got the spotlight, something you often had to become the savior for. And oh, how he loved it.
The way you bounced on his cock as your glittery hairclips shimmered in the LED lights whilst your earrings jingled and jangled to the rhythm of the sloppy thrusts you give him after an eventful night sort of turned you both on.
"You, like, like that, 'Kuna?" You say with baited breath. He nods weakly while groaning and whimpers when he feels you clench at a certain spot. You know you already have him pussy drunk once you slam on his cock the first time.
"Cumm'n..." He groans out as he slips out before spilling his load all over himself a little on your stomach. "Ugh, like, gross." You jokingly scoffed, lifting off of him and laid next to him. "You're, like, lucky you're good at sex." You smacked your lips with the gum you found in your purse that was tossed on the nightstand. He groaned, lighting a cigarette.
"Don't get all sassy, lady. I could punch ya." He puffed, the cigarette resting between his index and middle finger. You chuckled, "like you would. You just love me too much!" You boasted. You then sat up right, grabbing your purse to shuffle through it, makeup appliances thwacking against each other to find the right things to fix your makeup with.
He puffed once more before glaring at your purse. "Don' cha have enough shit on y'r face alre'dy?" You scoffed, playfully smacking his arm. "Like, I guess. But I'm just, like, fixing it up." He stared in silence for a second before puffing again. "'Kay." He murmurs, shuffling off the bed. The floorboards creak as his heavy weight lands the flooring. He heads out the room before you call him. "Get me a beer if you're, like, going to the kitchen."
He rolls his eyes, and you know it even if you can't see his face. You giggle to yourself, yeah he loves you.
made by painfullysweet β do not copy, take inspo, or feed into ai. thank you!
Tropical in the Rave
frat!sukuna x gyaru!freader
warnings ; cigarettes, fem!reader, drunk sukuna, hes a pussy drunk mf, not proofread β wc : ~500
Sukuna didn't even think someone like you would have liked him in the first place. At first he didn't like the strong makeup you would wear every day. He thought it was like some sort of high on crack demon possessed you every morning. And honestly, he was right in some cases. But soon, he thought your makeup and fashion sense was something that made you stand out and made you look confident.
After a couple of dates, he showed you to his frat brothers. His friends like Toji thought you looked "like you slipped in tropical punch and then got a punch of cocaine". He soon got a black eye and a cut across his cheek. Everyone kept to themselves soon after.
Sukuna would take you to raves as often as you weren't studying (which is not that often.) You loved raves. It was one thing that no one really cared about your appearance and your attitude. Except, you were often the one in the middle of the dance circle doing some sort of variant of belly dancing. Sukuna was mostly a turnt drunk mess once you got the spotlight, something you often had to become the savior for. And oh, how he loved it.
The way you bounced on his cock as your glittery hairclips shimmered in the LED lights whilst your earrings jingled and jangled to the rhythm of the sloppy thrusts you give him after an eventful night sort of turned you both on.
"You, like, like that, 'Kuna?" You say with baited breath. He nods weakly while groaning and whimpers when he feels you clench at a certain spot. You know you already have him pussy drunk once you slam on his cock the first time.
"Cumm'n..." He groans out as he slips out before spilling his load all over himself a little on your stomach. "Ugh, like, gross." You jokingly scoffed, lifting off of him and laid next to him. "You're, like, lucky you're good at sex." You smacked your lips with the gum you found in your purse that was tossed on the nightstand. He groaned, lighting a cigarette.
"Don't get all sassy, lady. I could punch ya." He puffed, the cigarette resting between his index and middle finger. You chuckled, "like you would. You just love me too much!" You boasted. You then sat up right, grabbing your purse to shuffle through it, makeup appliances thwacking against each other to find the right things to fix your makeup with.
He puffed once more before glaring at your purse. "Don' cha have enough shit on y'r face alre'dy?" You scoffed, playfully smacking his arm. "Like, I guess. But I'm just, like, fixing it up." He stared in silence for a second before puffing again. "'Kay." He murmurs, shuffling off the bed. The floorboards creak as his heavy weight lands the flooring. He heads out the room before you call him. "Get me a beer if you're, like, going to the kitchen."
He rolls his eyes, and you know it even if you can't see his face. You giggle to yourself, yeah he loves you.
made by painfullysweet β do not copy, take inspo, or feed into ai. thank you!
β‘ Package of Love
kenma kozume x f!reader
warnings; NSFW, mdni, suggestive photos, fem!reader
Kenma was live streaming to his viewers, playing a casual game of Animal Crossing. He replied to chats that he could quickly glance to as the chat went extremely fast.
He has a smooth rhythm. Catch bugs, fish, dig for fossils, and sell anything he already had in the museum. He did take some time to make the island cozy. He snuggled into his gaming chair while a small kitten smug grew onto his face. His eyes practically glued to his computer.
After an hour or so, a heavy knock ruptures his rhythm. In his confused manner, he quickly told the chat, "Be right back." He slipped from his chair. He had a Nekoma hoodie and some shorts with some long socks. He grabbed the package from his doorstep and carried it back to his desk.

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 β’ No registration required β’ HD streaming
β‘ Package of Love
kenma kozume x f!reader
warnings; NSFW, mdni, suggestive photos, fem!reader
Kenma was live streaming to his viewers, playing a casual game of Animal Crossing. He replied to chats that he could quickly glance to as the chat went extremely fast.
He has a smooth rhythm. Catch bugs, fish, dig for fossils, and sell anything he already had in the museum. He did take some time to make the island cozy. He snuggled into his gaming chair while a small kitten smug grew onto his face. His eyes practically glued to his computer.
After an hour or so, a heavy knock ruptures his rhythm. In his confused manner, he quickly told the chat, "Be right back." He slipped from his chair. He had a Nekoma hoodie and some shorts with some long socks. He grabbed the package from his doorstep and carried it back to his desk.