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hungharrington · 7 months

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hi, gorgeous. currently daydreaming about steve’s innocent, shy girl climbing on top of him while he’s in a chair and she’s ready to ride him but his huge hands settle on her hips to stop her and she’s looking at him all confused and ready to do her part but he just says “just sit here and look pretty for me,” before he begins to absolutely pound into her, one hand on her hips and the other holding her jaw to make her look at him. he’s just praising the hell out of his little angel baby for taking him so good because he’s just so big. the mental image of his furrowed brows and clenched jaw as he watches her completely melt on his lap from pleasure has me clutching my peARLS

– sittin’ pretty

U KNOW WHAT!! UR THE DEVIL! THE DEVIL!! anyways this request had me feral the moment i started writing it… it gets a little soft at the end tho fem!reader, light choking, hella praise kink, what the request says basically <3 and around 1.7k MDNI this entire blog is 18+

It’s hard to press down your shyness as you tug the tight elastic of your underwear down your calves. They pool at your ankles. You step out of them and resist the urge to cave in and cover yourself.

“C’mon, c’mere sweet girl,” Steve says softly, his hands smoothing over the top of his tan hairy thighs. He pats them to urge you over.

Everything feels a bit stilted as you tiptoe over to the big comfy armchair he’s seated on, with his thighs parted. You can feel a surge of slick between your thighs at the sight of his aching cock, the head all pink and drippy just for you. It lies back against his happy trail, the vein on the side prominent.

Steve offers you his hand, palm up. You take it and let your knees gently find either side of his hips, hovering hesitantly above him. Heat swirls between you, mixing with the fog of lust that emanates heavily from Steve. His adoring face gazes up at you, but his are eyes dark in a way that makes your tummy twist up.

“Hi, pretty.” He murmurs, guiding your face down for a kiss. You sigh into it sweetly, hands gripping his shoulders.

“Hi.” You whisper back, against his lips. His kiss and reverent gaze give you courage, leaning back to plant one hand on his knee. Your other hand reaches between your two bodies and curls around his throbbing cock. It’s warm and hard, twitching at the sudden stimulation. Steve hisses lowly, his tummy flexing as pleasure jolts through him.

Even though you’re shy, that doesn’t mean you’re not impatient. Today, there will be no working him up til he’s begging to be inside you, no matter how much you desperately want to. Instead, you waste no time, tilting your hips forward to let the head of his cock catch against your entrance in a way that makes you moan. Your thighs ache a little with the slow pace you lower yourself — but Steve’s cock is always a stretch.

It stings, just the slightest, but enough to make you revel in it. You sink down, hand shifting forward to hold his hip to prop yourself up, and your eyes flutter shut in pure ecstasy as his hard cock stretches you open— unaware of how Steve fights to keep his eyes open, drinking in every minuscule expression on your face.

“That’s it, honey,” He coos, sweeping his hand up your hip to tug you down an inch more. You mewl, body shuddering as you clench around him. It feels fucking mind-melting how good he feels filling you up. “That’sssss it.”

You’re whimpering by the time he’s fully hilted in you, your thighs pressed down against his own. Steve’s panting a bit, hairy chest rising and falling as he struggles to keep himself in control. You’re so wet, so warm, and god, you’re still so shy even when you’re sitting on his cock — averting your eyes even as your tight little hole clenches around him. When did he get so lucky?

Try as you might, there’s not stopping the pitiful gasp that comes out when you lift yourself back up, his cock gliding almost all the way out of your cunt. You can feel the mess you’re already making on him, can already feel the subtle ache in your thighs but none of it deviates you from your plan. You’re going to ride your boyfriend like there’s no fucking tomorrow.

But right as you prep yourself to sink back down, Steve’s hands stop you, shooting out to grab you by the hips. You pause. Shyness creeps back in.

“Wha…? Is something wrong?” You ask.

Steve’s quick to comfort, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek. “Hey, hey, everything’s fine. I just—“ He shift his hips up a bit and you shiver, eyes fluttering closed without thinking. When you open them again, he’s grinning.

“I just want you to sit here and look pretty for me, hm?” He leans up to kiss your cheek and it makes you entirely too distracted for what happens.

His tummy clenches, muscles tightening, as his hips suddenly snap up, thrusting his cock back deep into you. You squeal.

“Steve!” Your hands propel forward, grasping his shoulders, but he doesn’t pause. His hands on your hips tighten as he holds you in place, drilling up into your wet cunt, hard and fast. Pleasure dribbles through your core, hot and melty. His thighs slap against your own, causing them to buckle and you sink down a little lower — only forcing his cock deeper inside you.

You whine, all of a sudden overwhelmed, and tuck your face away— all too aware of how every time he fucks up into you, you make a needy little uh.

And, well, that just won’t do. With one hand keeping your hips secure, his other wanders up, creeping in around your neck. Even as he fucks you roughly, his touch is still gentle. His big hands can stretch across the expanse of your jaw— and he uses it to coax your head up. You’re already looking teary eyed, warm enough in the face that he can feel it with his hand, all from how much you’re enjoying it. Steve loves it.

“Baby,” He manages to rasp out sweetly. You gasp, hiccupy and high pitched, embarrassed by the wet squelchy noises he’s fucking out of your cunt. “Look at you, my baby. Doing so good for me, huh? Taking it so well, angel.”

You lean into the hand around your throat further, letting him curl his fingers around it a bit tighter. One of your hands flies up to grasp his wrist, needing, craving the connection.

“Steve,” you cry, delirious from the pleasure. His cock fills you over and over, unravelling you from the inside. “Steve,” You repeat his name uselessly, mouth hanging open as a whiney moan takes over.

“I know, I know.” He coos, sweet as he can be while ruining you on his cock. He’s got a furrow in his brow, his jaw set, perfect brown eyes searching your face— always looking for which button to press next, which way to make it better for you. God, you love him.

“So fucking good, isn’t it angel?” He grunts. “Perfect fuckin’ cunt, just made to take my cock, isn’t she?”

“Yes!” you keen, the words tearing from your mouth. “Yes, yes, yes, fuck,” Pathetic whimpery noises flow out freely, your grip around his wrist tightening as you feel heat gather low in your tummy.

“G-God, fuck,” Steve groans, the first hint of desperation leaking into his words. His hand around your throat tightens in the slightest, a soft pressure that has your head spinning. “Can fucking feel you getting close.”

His words make you moan, your thighs slipping further down — your hand shoots out to brace against the arm of the chair, desperate to keep him going, to reach your peak.

“Your—“ A whimper slips into his voice. “Fuck. Your pussy gets all tight when she wants to cum— y’wanna cum?”

You’re nodding along before he’s even finished his sentence. With how hard he’s fucking you, hips thrusting up against yours, it’s a wonder he can even see it. You whimper out a “Yes.” just in case.

“I know you do.” He groans loudly. “Deserve to, too. You’ve been so good, so fucking good, yeah?”

His hand holding your hip slips forward, snaking towards your clit and pleasure twists the coil in your tummy up tighter and tighter. His rough thumb pushes against it, sloppy but effective. You wail.

“Y’deserve to cream all over my cock like a good girl, don’t you?” He rasps, throat a bit wrecked from every sweet sultry noise thats passes his lips.

You’re not even sure if it’s words coming out your mouth anymore, just a whiney mess of yes’s tangled up in your moans. Steve whines, the rhythm of his strokes beginning to falter as his own orgasm begins to rear up. You whine and your hips move on their own accord— bouncing down on his cock to meet his thrusts midway.

“Yes, yes, fuck, you’re so good, y’look fucking perfect bouncing on my cock,” Steve rambles, that perfect pussy-drunk expression beginning to take over him. His moans turn to whines and with one desperate whimper of your name, you topple like a house of cards.

Pleasure unravels you. Your hips stutter and drop down, trying to cram every inch of Steve into you as you can, while your other hand claws weakly at his tummy. Heat scorches every nerve inside you, delicious and overwhelming all at once.

The scratch of your nails, the clench of your wet cunt, the pitiful crying noise you make, all of it sets Steve off — his back arching and hips bucking up, trying to get more of your hot, wet pussy. His face screws up, a high whine tearing out his throat as his hands grapple to circle around your back, trying to get you closer.

It’s a sweat press of skin, chest to chest. You twitch and moan, face tucked away safely in his neck, as Steve lets all his noises out into the curve of your own. It’s deeply intimate — enough to make your shyness peek back up when Steve digs his face out after a minute of laboured breathing. His face is pink, his expression blissful.

“You,” He huffs tiredly, eyes scanning your face worriedly. “You okay? Wasn’t too rough?”

You melt a bit, a breathy laugh escaping you. “Yeah, I’m okay.” You chuckle. Nerves rear their ugly head within you before you can flatten them. “Was I— that was good?” You check.

Steve laughs softly, nuzzling in closer to you. He smells fantastic. You can’t help how you mirror him, nosing along his cheek, letting your eyes slip shut.

“Baby, I think you melted my brain.” He says, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

#i became my own number one enemy: they fuck for almost no time at all but came so quickly #BUT #it’s beddie byes #u guys can just pretend they were already fucking on the bed before this #and changed positions <3 #jay writes #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut

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ectoplasmer · 1 year

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hello self shippers; friendly reminder that your f/os love you very much, even if you sometimes think otherwise. You’re never too much or too little for them, you’re just the right amount. They’ll never think you’re too annoying, or too embarrassing, or that you’re too different for them. They’ll never think that you’re too soft, or too emotional, or that you care too much. They’ll never think that you’re “too much” of anything. They love you for you, and they always will, regardless of whatever hardships you might be working through. They’ll always be there to help you when you’re struggling or having a difficult time, even if it seems like “too much”. You’re perfect for them <3

#(was overthinking some stuff and needed to type out a post for myself.#i’m sure there’s other selfshippers that share these doubts so i might as well post this here #but just know there’s a specific reason you were drawn to your f/os. they love you just as much as you love them and maybe even more <3 #they adore you the way you are and wouldn’t change a thing about you for anything.)#(gonna clog the tags now please forgive me >_<)#f/o imagines #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #self shipping community #f/o community #self ship positivity #self shipping positivity #romantic f/o #platonic f/o #quartzshipping

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swept-away-sands · 6 months

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Black Sails I: "A YOUNG SAILOR enters."

COOK: Oh, so you're a coward then?

JOHN SILVER YOUNG SAILOR: Yeah. You too?

Item the first: Where do I begin with John Silver? Actually, let's start from a different angle. John Silver begins Here, no sooner and no later than he sees The Opportunity (though he does not know the Narrative has chosen him just yet, nor that aligning his fiscal goals with those of Captain Flint will irrevocably alter the course of his life) and he takes it.

My first impression of John Silver is that he was a cheeky bastard an impish scoundrel who was possessed of the bad habit of biting off more than he could chew and just enough strategic/ballsy charm to walk away relatively unscathed. I was drawn in by the fact that he was equipped with a dashing smile, at least before, you know, everything that followed, but you could tell behind his big blue eyes that he was playing some sort of 4D Chess.

I would like to credit the writers, showrunners, and actor man Luke Arnold for unfolding this character like a map with only half a key. He intrigues me, he infuriates me, I hate him forever, I love and forgive him implicitly, I cringe when he makes me think of myself. That rare sense of unbalance and discomfort brought on by a story is something I will treasure and hope to even come close to brushing against again. There is a John Silver imprint on my heart, thanks to this story, my own personal Black Spot.

#my art #black sails #john silver #characters that live in my head and don't pay rent #man convinced flint that their interests were aligned like 3 days in #but has yet to convince me that he could handle making a grilled cheese sandwich #if only we could still outright lie on our resumes so easily #only thing i would change about the show #is for silver to have 1 (one) positive cooking experience #maybe serving flint or madi some stew he whipped up would have fixed something i dunno

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ratwithhands · 10 months

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I never get to post about this AU so this prompt had me PUMPED!!! This is Emmet from my Stelleret AU, where he made a deal with a star weaving, soul eating, spider Ultra Beast in order to find Ingo. He gave up his physical body for Stelleret's interdimensional/time travelling powers on the condition that he would continue to feed it. So they fused and now Emmet's a weird monster thing trying to manage the hunger of the other soul in the vessel and also find Ingo, wherever he is. There's more but I don't want to bore the audience rn ^^* if I have time I might post doodles/sketches, since this is one of my favourite AUs I've written but also very tedious and longwinded to explain. Anyways, hope you guys like the art and have a good day!

#submas #subwaymasteremmet #emmetpokemon #kudari #monthofemmet #pokemon #pokemonfanart #fun fact: there's so many stupid antics between StellerEmmet and Volo's family due to the complicated romance #this is one of the few AUs where I have them together and they're a silly couple doing their best #Emmet is also just generally very different in this AU (besides the obvious change)#5 years without Ingo‚ 3 years stuck in a body he hates‚ and not having positive human contact after the contract's sealed #he's very quiet and tends to hide a lot because he knows he won't be accepted by others #Volo's a big win in that aspect cause he doesn't really care and tends to him with all the love he doesn't get anymore #I'm not gonna get started on Ingo cause that's a whole other mess and I don't want to write too many tags ( ╯▽╰)#anyways have a good day let me know if you guys would like to know more

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strangewomanactuallylargebass · 10 months

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One thing that I think gets often overlooked in discussions about Madagascar 3 are the colors. Each location is visually distinct, yet still has fantastic coloration.

The circus scenes especially have such stunning, vibrant hues that really tie the whole scene together.

As much as I love Madagascar 2, whenever I think back to it each scene tends to blend together since the majority of the film utilizes the same shades of yellow, green, and brown.

That's not me trying to put down Madagascar 2, however, as it's a fantastic film in its own right. All I'm saying is I just can't help gushing about how gorgeous each and every scene is in the third film.

#madagascar 3 #europe's most wanted #madagascar #zoosters #colors #sorry i just love madagascar 3 so much #and i feel like it unfairly gets put down most of the time #not that it's wrong to have a different opinion of course #but i feel like it's a nice change of pace to talk about some positives as well

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bonefall · 11 months

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why would righteous thunderstar say "sure moth flight, we'll help you defend against my insane father who's trying to steal your children but only if you give Me one of your children"

Years ago, Sunlit Frost nearly died, receiving permanent nerve damage, from having an untreated burn that went septic. During the First Battle, his good paw was injured and he was permanently left unable to build, hunt, or fight anymore.

If, back then, Sky's Clan had a medic, Sunlit Frost wouldn't have chronic pain to this very day. Gray Wing's breath rattles within his lungs, growing worse by the day. Battles are still constant. Thunderstar knows the importance of having someone who is capable of healing around; and Dapple is now dead without a successor.

Moth Flight and her children are the only cats left with the ancient knowledge of healing that came from their Tribe ancestors.

In his mind, he isn't being cruel. He's negotiating. He is giving them a choice, and why would he risk his cats receiving injuries defending against Skystar, only for them to die of infection as a reward?

He needs one too. Perhaps Spider Flight realized this, and that's why he chose to come to ThunderClan after seeing the writing on the wall.

#Thinking about it though I don't see why Thunderstar would make Spider change his name #He may be the one who remains as 'Flight'#Shadow and Sky probably still do because they feel guilty #And Bubble does it with River Kingdom to fit in better #Moth Flight's Vow #BB!DOTC #Better bones au #I think I would have risen similar concerns if I was in Thunder's position #I'm not sure what else he could really do here as a leader #Like okay we'll defend you against 3 invading groups for... no reward. And we don't have a doctor #Bad situation

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