SCREAMING This Is So Funny 😭

eggyrocks save me. eggyrocks exes to lovers hinata smau save me. eggyrocks exes to lovers hinata smau where he’s on his knees begging for his girl back save me. eggyrocks-

GET BACK: PROLOGUE

masterlist

step 0: lose her

YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSAGE

thenexttinygiant (20:31:43): im packing now, i can meet you in like 30 lore_biblio (20:34:03): okay thenexttinygiant (20:35:12): what songs should i download to listen to on the plane? lore_biblio (20:42:01): make sure tessellate by alt-j is on there

On the night that he left her, he held her in his arms and made promises.

“It’s only two years,” he had whispered in her ear, thumb drawing circles on the bare skin of her bicep. She can hear the cicadas. She can hear his heartbeat through his chest. It is steady, even, unbothered. “Two years will be over before you know it.”

They’re in the spot that’s always been theirs. A grassy knoll, secluded. One where she wiped melted ice cream off the corner of his lip. Where he braided her hair and topped it off with freshly picked flowers. Where he kissed her for the first time, and it was the first time she had ever been kissed.

The night is wet and sticky. It feels heavy, settled against her skin. Her eyes prick, and she breaths in slow and even, desperate not to cry any more than she already has.

“I’ll be waiting for you the whole time,” Shoyo says, and places a kiss on the crook of her neck, where her head meets her shoulder. “I’ll always wait for you.”

Indominable Shoyo, not fazed by anything. Not fazed by the looming two years and not fazed by being apart from her. She had begged and pleaded and cried and all she was met with was his grating, unbearable optimism. Everything will be okay. We can overcome the distance. We love each other enough to make it work.  

She doesn’t have anything to say to him. There’s nothing left for her to say. She’s voiced her concerns (calmly and collectedly), she’s begged (voice wavering and tone urgent), and nothing’s seemed to hit him. Nothing’s gotten through to him.

So she’s resigned to giving up.

She has a hard time not blaming him. Maybe a more supportive girlfriend wouldn’t. She would wave her pom poms and jump for joy at the revelation that Shoyo would be spending two entire years (twenty-four months, one-hundred and four weeks, seven-hundred and thirty days), halfway across the world. She would kiss him goodbye and promise to visit and she wouldn’t be bitter that he loves volleyball more than her.

But she’s not that girlfriend. She never was that girlfriend.

So when he rakes a hand through her hair and says, “I love you. I love you so much,” she doesn’t say anything at all.

There’s nothing left to say. Nothing left to do. Tomorrow, he will get on a plane. Tomorrow, he will leave her without looking back. Tomorrow, she won’t be his anymore.  

note: the song rec is supposed to be in the format of the old aol iming. i wish i couldve used it so bad lol. i dont care if it doesnt exist anymore. LOOK AT IT!!!

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Sorry for the inactivity here's some filth to make up for it ❤️

Warning: Sexy sex stuff, just a drabble, Nsfw so no minors

Pairing: Sugar Daddy! Diavolo x Sugar Baby! Mammon

Mammon didn't normally stay back after a meeting, he was usually the first one out the door, but ever since his arrangement was the Demon Lord himself...

It's safe to say his attentiveness rivaled even Lucifers. Just for one sole purpose in mind:

“W-Will you really let me use your card tonight if I- Ah~!”

“Of course baby! Has daddy ever lied to you?” Dia purred into the white-haired demon's ear, rubbing his thick leaking cock between Mam’s ass cheeks. Of course he hasn't, but Mammon can sometimes be doubtful. What if Dia no longer wants his services? This is the best money flow he had in a while! Not to mention that Diavolo is just so sweet with him, constantly showering him with gifts, putting him through all kinds of pleasure, and the aftercare? He really was amazing. Too amazing for a scumbag like him... It's only a matter of time before Dia realizes that-

SMACK!

Mammon is brought back to reality with a brutally placed strike on his backside, the prince starting down at him menacingly. Awaiting a response that Mammon must have not noticed.

“Baby doll, you're in your head again,”

“I-I'm sorry daddy! I promise I'll be more...oh...” His sentence is cut short as Dia rubs the lubed head of his length over the smaller demons hole.

“There we go...just focus on the pleasure okay?” with a curt nod from Mammon, the prince slowly begins to enter him. Both closed their eyes, letting out gasps and growls as he slowly fills him up. Once Dia his balls deep, he begins that pace his baby loves so, so much:

Rough, and messy.

Hunching over like a dog in heat, thrusting deep and pulling out slowly, savoring the small whimpers and curses that came from the demon under him. Meanwhile, Mammon could barely form a single thought with how full he was, not a single other thought going through his poor head. Just what Diavolo knew he needed.

It wasn't soon until the two were practically feral as Mammon fucked himself against Dia’s cock, while Dia messily humped into Mammons tight ass, his drool making a mess on the second born’s shoulder as he worked hard to push them both right over the edge.

“Oh daddy plus-please-uhn...”

“Please what my golden boy~?”

“Please fill m’ass with cum! I want it..want ya so bad daddy...”

What a sweet thing, asking so nicely! How could his daddy say no?

He spits into his palm a couple times before he reaches down, pumping Mammons twitching cock fervently.

“If I'm cumming then so are you baby..ah shit...after all you make the most adorable noises when you cum a-and the faces you make are just...nnnmm FUCK! Just thinking about it is gonna make me bust~”

He goes faster and faster, thrusting and pumping until finally, both men cum intensely. Dia wrapping his strong arms around Mammons frame as his hips press flush against his ass, painting his insides white until cum began to leak from around his cock. Mammon has came straight into Diavolo’s hand and was ready to apologize when he realized that he was just to tired to say a thing. Well that and when he did turn to speak he caught the prince himself licking at his fingers with a hunger he'd never seen. It made him flush so hard he had to turn away to hide it. Like Diavolo didn't already know his effect on his baby. However he doesn't acknowledge it, he just smiles as he begins cleaning him up.

“Lets get you cleaned up baby, then we can go out for a nice dinner!”

“Nah..lets just stay in, my ass hurts...”

“You wanna stay in the palace with me...?”

Oh no.

Mammon you scumbag! You don't just invite yourself to THE Demon Prince’s-

“I thought you'd never ask!” Diavolo, overjoyed picks up mammon in his arms, minding the mess as he made his way back to his palace, where he could finally spoil his golden boy properly~

i have never had a piece of media inspire me to make any oc before, but bg3 has literally changed my life and now i have a plethora. i play on console, too, so there’s no mods i can even attach to these guys. just vibes. thank you, little fake people inside my xbox ╰(*´︶`*)╯

he’s a sweetie. my happy little good time boy

Krobus is enjoying the new waterfalls...

YOURE JOKINGGGG OMFG 😭 he’s so fine i’m so close to getting him on my party

"But perhaps there is more that I want..." "This 'more' that you want. What is it?" "Not what. Who."

Explicit [NSFW]

Just Halsin thinking about Tav late at night, torn between them and being dedicated to give the Shadowcurse his full and undivided attention. Show some restraint, Archdruid!

Not pictured; Tav being exactly the same their own tent. (let's pretend they have one)

In true Halsin tradition, I'll attach a song for vibe. Now SURPRISINGLY, it's not a "sexy song". Could I have used one? Yeah totally. But the bittersweet pining fits this painting really well. And it's present on pretty much every single Halsin playlist I've seen haha (including Dave's)

Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me

Stars fading but I linger on, dear Still craving your kiss I'm longing to linger 'til dawn, dear Just saying this

thank you for coming to my TED talk

wtf is a threesome? write me love letters and die in war

Cazador: My (512M) spawn (239M, 367M, 349M, 402M, 371 F, 302 F, 363 F) have unionized

THE NOISE I MADE SEEING THIS 😭 SO GORGEOUS HOLY SHIT

She came to him with a broken heart; little did he know that fixing it would bond theirs both together to the hells and back… oh yes, i did that

prints | patreon (has version without lettering for download)

in saeran’s after ending, rika talks about strawberry yogurt a lot, and all i can think about is her eating a strawberry gogurt-

then going up to her and squeezing the tube

she deserves the momentary terror

GUH-

my word. this had me patting my damp brow with a handkerchief it got me so good

Sylus is for the ones who want security

Sylus is for the ones whose feet always seem to find the cracks in the pavement, who always seem to stumble over themselves as they try desperately to make something- a name for themselves, a conversation, a new relationship, a stronger existing one, anything- only to fail again and again.

Sylus is for the ones who find themselves holding up their hands as they watch them shake. Why you? Why was everything always on you? Why did you always have to make the effort, the connection, the fake-happy face to appease someone, just so that they might love you?

Sylus is for the ones who truly try, but have longed since reached the breaking point. Don't worry darling. Hide the cracks. If they're hidden, you surely can handle a little bit more disappointment. A little bit more 'being alone' no matter how hard you try. A little bit more on focusing on everyone else's needs while neglecting your own. Why are you breaking? Why are your pieces on the floor? Chin up, darling. It's only for a while longer. How much longer? Well, how much more do you have left to give?

Sylus is for the ones who sit wondering why. Why is there suddenly the foreign feeling of care, of love, of endearment? When everything has been 'nothing' for so long, how are you supposed to cope with 'anything' at all? Much less 'everything'? The stack of bills are paid, the cupboards no longer have ramen, rice, and beans. The texts come frequently, and your phone rings randomly whenever you cross someone's mind. When have you ever crossed someone's mind? And the clothes bought for you fit like a glove.

Sylus is for the ones who have given everything all of their life, who have found themselves desperate for connections that no one wants to make with them, who give their everything in exchange for more anxiety and demands at their expense.

Sylus is for the ones who want security.