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everyone right now

Lovely Aika in some irresistable lingerie

that's not the only thing the internet got it's claws in *bites lip*

You looked hungry... so I'm trying to feed you....

"tap" "tap" | November 22, 2023 vs Carolina

Radford gets rejected his life is over now

*Edited 01/06/23*

fixed the last frame

“I’m an Angel with a shotgun!”

(Original drawing)

Just some quick sketches of Holmes and Watson from the Sherlock and Co podcast:

I LOVE HER I LOVEVE HERR

commissions

THE BRIDE AND THE UGLY @$$ GROOM

steph being tall and towering over tim (or literally everyone he knows towering over him)

First day on the job.

The tighter he shuts his eyes at the sensation of your lips dragging along the column of his neck, the difficulty of maintaining a semblance of composure increases. Carmen can’t possibly restrain himself as your tongue glides over his feverish skin and lingers where his pulse point quickens against it, his rooted hands on your hips gripping the supple flesh gathered there with ever growing strength and tenacity his grip succumbs to naturally, without his permission. Every chemical firing within his body is actually being done without his control’s approval, instincts betraying him into a pliant and panting mess underneath your hunched body. He’s not used to this. Sure, he can barely hold a grip on his own authority with the contents of his overbearing brain’s usual overload, but this is something different. Every twitch of your hips smothers the weight of those consistent thoughts away, a haze surrounding the crown of his head in a thickening cloud that ironically only leaves him with tunnel vision narrowed in on you. Is this what it’s like to be liberated? Have you been the key to the cage’s steel bars he’s clawed and ripped away at for ages?

It’s a hypothesis worth exploring. He’ll ask more of those questions to his gaze in his bathroom’s mirror once this is all over, he knows himself. His reflection will judge him for considering this unconventional method of rendering his thoughts into an unrecognizable pomace of nothing while his dick will lurch at the idea with a promising affinity. He hasn’t truly listened to the latter’s needs in the past, but you’re quickly erasing those mistakes and replacing them with carnal desires he has to attempt to pacify by the use of his hand under his shower head’s spray in the mornings before work. You’ve done that to him. He’s mildly flustered until he can have your cunt again, much like he has it now, your sweet, sweet walls clamping down on him as he moans his pleasure out, his curls flattening the more he digs and digs his scalp into his pillow beneath.

“Fuck, fuck, fuuuck me,” he mutters more so to himself, his tone airy, uncharacteristically breathy due to your combined efforts. He continues to go slack jaw, panting with heaving breaths that cause his chest to swell and fall in a rapid rhythm. You must be made of magic. He can’t find any other alternative explanation because how else could you make him this stupid, how else could you be able to have him so slick with perspiration, why does it feel like he’s floating on air while mercilessly driving him to the brink of absolute insanity all the same?

His eyes snap open when your fingers hook into his mouth, a familiar and yet not unwelcome taste coating them and now his tongue. His production of saliva comes instantly, sucking onto your digits, rolling the pink muscle inside into them with enthusiasm despite how he can barely muster shaky breaths through his nostrils. It’s then that he realizes you must’ve touched right above where you and him connect while you kissed his neck, his favorite place to bury his head into, because he knows this flavor on your index and ring fingers. He’s lapped it off and suckled it into his mouth off his own time and time again and dug his tongue at the honeydewed source his cock’s currently occupying selfishly. Maybe you’ll do him the honor of climbing up his chest to hover above his lips until he inevitably pulls your full weight down into him after this, give him a rewarding reprieve while exacerbating his poor oral fixation’s habit of latching onto anything addicting. Whether it’s a cigarette pumped full of nicotine or your debauched pussy pumped full of him, he’s got to keep his mouth busy. And you know that. He can see your damn, crooked smile as he hollows his cheeks to swallow down the remnants of your nectar from your prodding fingers.

He should’ve known you’d use this against him from that look alone, but no, his inexperience shines bright in moments like this, his neck craning as his lips chase after your departing fingers. Your other hand pushes him back flat into the mattress as a result, his hammering heart thundering up against your palm. Carmen watches as you utilize the fingers once in his mouth to trail over your puffy clit. He wants to protest and do it himself, but it’s like he’s gone frozen with inability, stuck in the present, self-awareness flying out the half open window that pours in wind barely stroking his sweating limbs with cool relief. He feels you. God, he fucking feels you. Everywhere. Constantly. His hips push up as you come down, reveling in the way you cry his name out, how you manage to rock those marvelous hips even while his hands hold onto them with bruising pressure.

“You’re close,” you gasp, that knowing tone of yours somewhat pissing him off because yes, he’s absolutely close, he’s going to spill any second now. But it doesn’t piss him off because he doesn’t want to cum (god fucking damn it all to hell, he wants to cum so fucking badly), but because you always know. How do you always know? Is it in his face? Is his mind so obviously blank to you? Who knows, he can’t figure it out. He doesn’t want to at this point, living for this, breathing in you, sharply chanting your name, losing himself to the dreaded finality of his second climax of the day, the first drawn from a simple handjob. He couldn’t stop himself, you have such soft and delicate hands, and right now, he can’t constrain what’s happening to him even if he tried. His teeth sink into his lower lip and Carmen finds his release into your silky and intoxicating cunt, his back arching off the bed, hips lifting you up with him from his power, his hands steadying you so you don’t slip off.

And there’s so, so much of it. He watches you shudder, his cum dripping from your outer lips onto his pelvic bone. You hold his eye contact as you drop those fingers to capture some of it and use it as further lubrication on your clit. Holy... you... how... he can’t...

What... what was he thinking about again?

I like being soft.

S4 Martin with a cup of tea (:

How I imagined him in season 4 except now with a big ass cup of tea.