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kqyslyho3 · 3 months

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Pretty Eyes✦ M.S

Warnings : Smut,Spanking, Soft-dom!Matt

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Matt's eyes lit up as he looked at his girlfriend, her body already flushed with desire. He loved the way she looked with her hair tousled and her lips red from his kisses. But most of all, he loved to look into her eyes when they were making love. The eye contact made it so much more intense, and he could see every emotion she was feeling in that moment.

Matt wasted no time in undressing her, his hands moving eagerly over her body. He couldn't get enough of the way she felt, and every touch sent a shiver down his spine. Y/N's breathing hitched as she watched him, feeling a deep desire building up inside her.

'I can't wait to have you, baby,' Matt growled, his voice dripping with lust. Y/N's legs shook in anticipation, and she couldn't help but bite her lip in excitement.

Without a second thought, Matt ripped off her panties, causing Y/N to gasp. He wasted no time in pushing her back onto the bed, his hands pinning hers above her head. Y/N loved the roughness, the feeling of being dominated by someone she loved.

Matt hovered over her, his lips tracing down her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He bit down on her collarbone, making her moan in pleasure. With one hand still holding hers above her head, Matt used the other to tease her, his fingers grazing over her wet folds.

Y/N bucked her hips in response, begging for more. Matt chuckled darkly, enjoying the way Y/N was at his mercy. He finally gave in, sliding two fingers inside her and curling them expertly to hit all the right spots.

'Oh, fuck, Matt!' Y/N cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Matt loved watching her reaction, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. But he wasn't done yet.

Matt removed his hand from her core, earning a whine of protest from Y/N. But before she could say anything, he flipped her over, making her lie flat on her stomach. His hand pressed against the small of her back as he whispered in her ear, 'Hands behind your back, baby. Let me take control.'

Y/N eagerly complied, placing her hands behind her back and feeling a shiver run down her spine as Matt tightened his grip on her. She couldn't see what he was doing, but she felt his hand trail down her back, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

And then his hand landed on her ass, giving it a thorough smack that made Y/N whimper. 'Such a good girl, Y/N,' Matt praised, before giving her another hard spank.

Y/N couldn't hold back her moans as Matt's hand continued to spank her, each one sending waves of pleasure through her body. She felt his other hand sneak down between her legs, teasing her clit as he spanked her. The mixture of pleasure and pain was driving her crazy, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge.

But just when she was about to tip over, Matt stopped. He had one hand on her ass, holding her in place, while the other trailed down her back. Y/N could feel his breath tickle her ear as he spoke, 'I want to see those pretty eyes, baby. Look at me.'

Y/N opened her eyes and looked back at Matt, the lust and desire burning in his eyes. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him. With a devilish grin, Matt thrust into her hard, making her cry out in pleasure.

His grip on her tightened as he continued to thrust, each one harder and rougher than the last. Y/N couldn't keep her eyes open, the pleasure too much for her to handle. But every time she closed her eyes, Matt's hand would smack her ass, forcing her to keep them open.

'Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good,' Matt moaned, his pace getting faster and rougher by the second. Y/N could feel herself spiraling towards her peak, and she knew Matt was close too.

Their moans and cries filled the room, the only sound in their little world. Matt's hand left her ass and trailed down her back, feeling up her spine as he continued to thrust into her. He finally reached her shoulders and pushed her down, her face now buried in the pillows.

Y/N could feel him getting closer and closer, his pace becoming even more erratic. 'Matt, I'm so close,' she cried out, her body trembling with need.

With one final hard thrust, Matt spilled inside her, their cries mixing together in a symphony of pleasure. He collapsed on top of her, both breathing heavily as they came down from their high.

Matt turned Y/N over, his arms wrapping around her as he gazed into her eyes. She was still flushed from their rough lovemaking, but her eyes held nothing but love and desire. Matt couldn't resist leaning down to capture her lips in a tender, passionate kiss.

'You're amazing, baby,' Matt whispered, looking deep into her eyes. Y/N smiled and snuggled closer to him, loving the feeling of being wrapped up in his embrace.

Tags : @sturniolololover @chrissidepiece @@leonismypookiewookie @kenzzzposts @sstvrnioloo @riversandwinds @patscorner @jadeee3com

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lionydoorin · 10 months

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speak now taylor's version is FINALLY OUT and i feel like i HAVE TO post a fanart of the cover as your resident swiftie.

#taylor swift #speak now #speak now tv #artists on tumblr #ma ur arting #my art #i've had this here just waiting to be posted for like almost a month now. yeah #scheduling it for when the album is out!

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strongheartneteyam · 1 month

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Man... I never felt a single bit of ✨ lust ✨ towards Spider but... this picture. Daaaamn, monkey boy 👁👄👁

#꒰ა victória speaks ໒꒱#what r these feelings #i dont recognize myself #will i start to write for him #OH MA GAD #spider avatar #avatar spider #avatar fandom #omatikaya #atwow smut #atwow fanfiction #atwow x you #avatar the way of water #avatar james cameron #avatar 2009 #atwow #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #jack champion

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juneviews · 5 months

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"What's the relationship between you two?"

#cooking crush #cooking crush the series #tenprem #offgun #off jumpol #gun atthaphan #thai drama #my gifs #bypiningbisexuals #haha I'm so glad I speak thai so I can understand the play on words bc they're too perfect #so here's an explanation for you guy: college in thai is mahalay #ma also means come ha means see/search and then the booth vendor changed lay to rak which means love #literally meaning coming to search love #I changed the translation bc the original one only makes sense if you understand the original thai sentence lol

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mistergreatbones · 3 months

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People always say bruce kidnapped jason immediately after meeting him but at least he only took him in after leaving him at the crime orphanage didn’t work out. With cass they had exactly one conversation consisting of them drawing in the dirt and throwing punches at each other while bruce projected his past experiences onto her and then he was welcoming her in like “i have complete confidence that she won’t kill anybody”

#batfam #i can not stress enough that I am not exaggerating.#Bruce genuinely left Jason at ‘Ma Gunn’s School for Boy’ and Ma Gunn tried to force Jason into goon hood #she was trying to get the boys to steal shit it was literally Oliver Twist #and Cass? first meeting was b guessing what Cass’ gestures meant #gestures such as ‘no speaking only fighting’ which b only could guess at because he also trained under Cain #then Cass drew a picture of 2face in the dirt with a stick and indicated she wanted to beat him up as well as her father #b told her not to. she did so anyways and it impressed batman and him and babs give her the batgirl suit #next issue Bruce is directing all his allies and Tim’s like hey who’s the assassin chick and Bruce is like don’t worry about it I trust her #jason todd #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #I mean bruce DID take in a child he only met a day ago and invited him to be robin before telling him his name #so like yes it’s still a ridiculous and probably irresponsible thing to do #bones' bitching hours

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thetomorrowshow · 2 years

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Every time shipping discourse gets brought up again on hermittwt i am forcefully reminded that none of the people arguing against shipping have ever been actors

#hermitcraft #shipping discourse #hermittwt #or if they have been they were bad actors #mas speaks #i can elaborate on this if need be

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aerowolf · 1 month

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TV GIRL ART TREND

every time i see a new TV girl art idea I'm like.... broooo what if i drew Spy and Scout's Ma lmaooo anyway yeah that's what I did. Yes i am reusing an art piece i did before for the end. enjoy lol i love them.

#tv girl #who really cares #spyma #scout's mom #scout's ma #spy tf2 #spy #tf2 #tf2 fanart #team fortress 2 fanart #team fortress 2 #tv girl art trend #scout tf2 #ivytf2art #ivy speaks #tv girl trend #art trend

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allthegothihopgirls · 1 month

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tim's definitely a coachella girlie, and drags kon along with him every year. the number of messages received from bruce + the rest of the batfam along the lines of "tim we love you but please put some more clothes on" grows every year. he ignores them all.

kon takes all of tim's pictures and is the #1 supportive boyfriend. i would compare him in this scenario to the likes of a bf roped into going to a taylor swift concert, but he is way too into the whole coachella thing for that.

their outfits are always coordinated too.

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sofiaruelle · 4 months

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She's grown. 💅🏼 hbd to me.

#ma face #narwhal speaks #please partake in this cosmic cake #just a lil something something for me #i havent slept yet but i need to make myself some bday waffles

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inaconstantstateofchange · 4 months

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don't come crying - a young!Raphael fic

An incredible rendition of young!Raphael by @shahs1221, here: please go check her out and give her some well-deserved adoration for it!

A/N: I'm gonna be so honest, I have no idea how to tag this in a comprehensible way, relationship-wise. Suffice to say, the Mephisto-lovers are... probably going to appreciate this more than I wish you would, and if you too are fifty leagues down the Niche Forgotten Realms Characters™ rabbit hole, you may also be enticed by the Baalphegor inclusion. 18+, please and thank you.

Summary:

Raphael blinks, attempting to reason past the howling fury within him. He has never before felt so truly attuned to his more fiendish instincts, working in concert with his mortal ones in a truly dangerous storm. He swore when he first came to this wretched plane that he would be its master one day, and he’ll be damned – well and truly – if he fails here. Or: Centuries prior to the events of the game, Raphael's return from a routine fetch quest on Mephistopheles's orders is interrupted by a summons to the throne room. His father has a lesson to impart to him, and he's going to ensure it sticks.

This is part of an ongoing story I've had in the back of my mind for several weeks now. Rather than another WIP longfic, I'll be posting additional segments from this 'verse in a series if/when I add more. If @sky-kiss has any say in it, I'm sure I will.

The only background info you really need is:

All characters are drawn from actual Forgotten Realms lore.

Raphael has recently been plucked from the Material Plane to join his father's court on Cania, in the Nine Hells.

Due to Raphael's stunted development, and an unwillingness to be shamed by his spawn's weakness, Mephistopheles has placed Raphael under the purview of his consort, Baalphegor.

Baalphegor's body is able to produce an empowering draught, too weak to hold much significance to true fiends, but sufficient to bolster Raphael's growth.

Finally, it is a pet headcanon I've incorporated into this 'verse that Baalphegor is the same individual later know as Haarlep, but you are welcome to use your own interpretation.

Raphael stumbles through the extravagant entrance doors to Mephistar, the flesh-shearing winds of Cania grabbing after him as he ducks behind the solid, enchanted stone. He’s done his best to cover all exposed skin, but there is always some that escapes his notice, leaving him bleeding out strength he can ill afford to lose. He loathes these “errands” his father sends him on, tasks purported to test his skill, devotion, and cunning. In reality, it feels more like busywork designed to keep him weak and subservient, reminding him of his contentious existence in the hierarchy and reinforcing his dependence on his father’s dubious goodwill.

The desiccated parchment that proved the focus of this most recent quest crinkles slightly, as he shifts his gaze up, the slight sound echoing across the cavernous hall as he looks with certainty for the being he knows to be waiting for his return, just as always. But — they’re not there.

He furrows his brow, an agitated and disquieting anger growing within his gut. He strides across the marble floor on frostbitten feet he can barely feel, shoving the parchment at the lone figure of Mephistopheles’s chamberlain Barbas, standing at attention at his post, and wearing his habitual sneer as he looks down at Raphael. Raphael ignores it for now, as ever, but files the snub away with all the other insults he will one day be strong enough to return tenfold.

“Where is m—the Lady Baalphegor?” He demands imperiously. They are almost always waiting for him upon his return to bestow his reward. That is the deal, the entire reason he engages in these banal fetch quests even though they are entirely beneath his rank and status. He pushes sharply at the errant thought of the pretty fiction it makes, knowing all the while that his true choice is to bow to his father’s whims or perish. True or not, it does no good to dwell on such matters, not when he will be changing them just as soon as he can manage.

Barbas’s sneer gouges even deeper into his face, growing a biting and nearly gleeful edge as he answers Raphael, “Well, young lord, as your august presence must surely have ascertained, the Lady is certainly not here.”

Raphael can feel his face going blotchy and red, and curses his mortal heritage once again for its constant betrayals. The ice-blue crystals in the eye sockets of the chamberlain harden and glint with glee at the sight. Raphael spins on his heel, marching furiously away, the parchment crumpling further within his fist. Barbas’s mocking voice rings out behind him, “Don’t forget to report to His Grace, little lord! He insisted it be done immediately upon your return.”

Raphael almost turns again to berate him, but manages to stop himself at the last moment, lest he lose even more face from the encounter. He’ll make his report as quickly as possible, then hunt down his wayward… Baalphegor, and claim his rightful recompense. The brilliant halls of Mephistar blur around him as he storms through them, focusing only on making his way to his father’s great hall with haste.

He doesn’t wait to be announced, merely pushes firmly on the doors, both with his physical form and, in a manner only recently attained, with the lashings of his own metaphysical aspect. They creak open, the sound like distant screams even on the well-kept mechanisms, and he steps through without hesitation, words of complaint already springing to his lips, when he stops dead in his tracks.

He’s found Baalphegor.

The succubus – and they are in full succubus form in this moment – is perched indolently on his father’s lap, where he sits on his ostentatious throne. But not just perched, no — impaled, as he finds when, with stricken eyes, he watches them move their body in a smooth, undulating motion up, degree by degree, before dropping back down, brilliant hair falling around them and catching the flickering hellfire-light as it glints off their red-brown skin. Soft, melodious moans are driven from their throat with each movement, as if pushed out by the — by the member within them. Their round breasts shift with the motion, the revitalizing milk within them welling up and dripping down their chest, squandered and disregarded.

He swallows, throat dry, his eyes and chest burning in stark opposition with one another.

His father casts an apathetic glance across the hall, and his eyes alight on Raphael, a cruel smirk curling at his lips. “Ah, the returning triumphant! What have you brought me this time?” His voice is nothing but mocking, no attempt made to couch his disregard for his unwanted and unloved spawn.

Raphael blinks, attempting to reason past the howling fury within him. He has never before felt so truly attuned to his more fiendish instincts, working in concert with his mortal ones in a truly dangerous storm. Everything within him is raging at the broken contract, even as it boils with jealousy at the manhandling of something that is his, and it is only the barest dregs of his staunch self-preservation that manage to keep him from attempting something truly foolish. He swore when he first came to this wretched plane that he would be its master one day, and he’ll be damned – well and truly – if he fails here.

He holds the parchment, now looking rather worse for wear, out before him on a finely trembling hand. He searches for the words he needs in a mind nearly whited out by rage.

“I… your cult in Waterdeep sends their obeisance, y–your Grace.” He curses his tongue for its fumbling, driving home further how well his father’s ploy is working to discomfit him.

“Oh,” Mephistopheles waves a careless hand. “That collection of rabble. You will leave it with my steward.”

Raphael ducks his head a bare inch, keeping his eyes away from Baalphegor as much as he can, and turns to leave.

His father’s voice rings out after him before he has completed even half his turn, sharpening with the first warning edges of his infamous temper. “Where do you think you are going, whelp? You have not yet been dismissed.”

Raphael turns back to face him, slow and careful, as the true danger of the situation sets in. He has rarely found himself in the presence of his father when these moods strike, and never without at least the tenuous support of Baalphegor behind him. And yet… he meets their gaze now, searching, and the barest fraction desperate, but there is nothing. Their red eyes meet his without flinching, cold as Cania’s glaciers. Trickles of the subtly shimmering draught spilling from their breasts have reached down to their hips now, soaking into the thatch of hair between their legs.

He tears his eyes away and forces his attention back to the far greater threat, scrambling for an answer that will satisfy his father.

“My apologies, your Grace.” The epithet comes easier this time, its passage eased by his awareness of his own precarious position. “I misunderstood your direction, and wished only to carry out your will with utmost alacrity.”

Mephistopheles rests his chin insouciantly on his hand, elbow propped against the arm of his throne. His voice, when he speaks, is sardonic and shows no signs of the ongoing actions of the succubus on his lap. “Oh very nicely salvaged, whelp. My wishes, however, are for you to remain just where you are, and appreciate the lesson I’ve prepared for you.”

Raphael swallows, the boiling heat within him growing fiercer, rage intertwined with other, less-savory feelings.

With little warning, Mephistopheles moves his hand to entangle within Baalphegor’s tresses, pulling the succubus fiercely down onto him as he wrenches their head back against his shoulder. A tremulous cry breaks from their throat, and Raphael only barely keeps himself from starting forward at the sound.

Mephistopheles brings his free hand forward and toys with Baalphegor’s breasts, pushed forward into the air from their current position. He twists pitilessly at them, prompting yet more cries as the liquid inside spills out in greater quantities, splashing, wasted, against the smooth skin of Baalphegor’s stomach. It runs in rivulets onto the throne, and down, to collect into puddles on the floor of the grand hall.

Raphael feels his stomach turn even as his mouth, well-trained by association, waters, unhindered by every other horrible aspect of this waking nightmare.

Mephistopheles wipes his hand dismissively on Baalphegor’s hair, leaving behind silvery streaks, then draws them up by their hair and hip, beginning to move within them in earnest as he continues his reproach. Raphael wants to close his eyes, his ears, every one of his senses, but knows such an admission of weakness would be worse than his undoing.

“You’ve prevailed enough upon my largess, and I am no longer willing to indulge your weakness.” Mephistopheles sneers. “You’ve proven more fortunate than any other cambion within the Hells, but from now on you will make your own way, or fail. Such is the way of Baator.”

The fires around the hall burn fiercer in alignment with their lord as he looks down at his unloved progeny. “Should you find yourself desperate for one last taste to stay your appetites, however, you may lap it from the floor like the whelp you are, and thank me for the concession.”

Raphael feels like he is become hellfire himself, the hatred he knew within him for his progenitor stoked to dizzyingly fierce new heights. Jaw aching with the effort of withholding the flood of vitriol within him, he grits out, “My thanks for your… beneficence. I would not dream of prevailing upon it further.”

Mephistopheles snorts, dismissive, then turns his attentions back to Baalphegor, by all accounts having forgotten Raphael’s entire existence.

Raphael stands, Baalphegor’s unfeeling eyes burning into his, until he is finally – finally – dismissed. All the while, the ambitions within him, already cast in carbon, are pressurized further and further, until they are as fearsome diamond, reflecting the blood and fire around him.

He will not remain his father’s lesser for long. He will see him deposed, and make him suffer for these indignities heaped upon his person.

By Asmodeus, he swears it.

#voidling speaks #my writing #my fic #bg3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #bg3 raphael #baldur's gate 3 #raphael x haarlep #haarlep #young!raphael #raphael #mephistopheles #baalphegor #merry cursed-mas y'all #vflu compliant #forgotten realms #cfmi

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kqyslyho3 · 4 months

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⋇⋆✦⋆⋇Shower⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ M.S⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

Basically my story "shower" but with Matt instead of Chris

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT

The sound of running water filled the small bathroom as Y/N stepped into the shower, her body shivering as the warm droplets hit her skin. She let out a sigh of relief, the hot water soothing her tired muscles after a long day at work. However, her peaceful moment was soon interrupted by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, Matt Sturniolo.

He stepped into the shower with her, his tall and muscular frame towering over her figure. Y/N couldn't help but feel a rush of desire course through her body as she looked up at him, her heart beating faster at the sight of his chiseled jawline and seductive smirk.

'Hey there, ma,' Matt purred, his voice deep and husky as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Y/N's breath hitched in her throat as she felt his hard body press against her, his hands trailing down to her hips.

'Matt,' she moaned, her hands instinctively reaching up to tangle in his dark hair. She melted into his touch, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss. The water cascaded over them, intensifying the heat between them.

Their tongues danced in a frenzy, their bodies becoming slick with the water and their own arousal. Matt's hand slid down to cup Y/N's breast, his thumb teasing her hardened nipple. She gasped against his lips, her hips grinding against his in search of more friction.

Matt broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Y/N's neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of wet kisses. He nipped at her skin, eliciting a moan from her lips. 'You like that, mamas?' he whispered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

Y/N could only nod, her body burning with desire for him. Matt's hand slipped between her thighs, his fingers gently teasing her sensitive bundle of nerves. She let out a loud moan, her fingers digging into his shoulders as pleasure coursed through her body.

Without warning, Matt lifted Y/N up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pinned her against the shower wall. His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking and nipping at her until she was a writhing mess in his arms.

He reached down to turn off the water, the silence broken only by their heavy breathing and the occasional moan. Matt's hands roamed over Y/N's body, exploring every inch of her as he kissed her deeply.

Y/N's hands wandered down to Matt's waist, fumbling with his belt and pants. She needed him, and she needed him now. Matt sensed her urgency.

He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with his tip before finally pushing himself inside of her. Y/N's back arched, a cry leaving her lips as she felt him fill her completely. They both let out a sigh of pleasure as they began moving together in a rhythm, the water still cascading down their bodies.

Matt's thrusts were rough and powerful, hitting all the right spots inside of Y/N. She wrapped her legs tighter around him, her nails digging into his back as she felt her orgasm building. Matt's grunts and moans were like music to her ears, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

'Fuck, mamas,' Matt groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his own release. Y/N's hips met his every thrust, her body trembling with pleasure as she came undone in his arms.

Matt's own release followed shortly after, his body shuddering as he emptied himself inside of Y/N. They stayed wrapped in each other's arms, the water slowly cooling around them as they caught their breath.

'That was amazing,' Y/N whispered, her head resting against Matt's chest as they stood under the shower. He chuckled, placing a kiss on her forehead.

'You ain't seen nothing yet, ma,' he replied, a mischievous glint in his eye as he picked her up and carried her out of the shower, their passionate night just beginning.

Kqysly notes:

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