#lovebud

[maycandrawtingz]

Sato Moka💖

#digital art #clip studio paint #Lovebuds #art

[ectologia]

♱ ˖ ࣪࿐ 𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒦𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒜𝐵𝒪𝒰𝒯 . . .

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ؛ asphyxiation ﾉ breeding ﾉ doggy style ﾉ riding ﾉ full nelson ﾉ dick piercings ﾉ profanity

𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 . . .

Dabi’s favourite positions.

He enjoys a classic doggy. He loves how his scolding hot hands, ribbed and marred from years of misuse, mould into the pudgy flesh cushioning your hips and tummy. Squeezing the life out of you with clawed crooked fingers stabbing into your stomach while he stuffs his lengthy shaft all the way up to the stiff peak of your cervix, kissing the tiny opening with the dangerously armed tip of his pierced cock, threatening to splurge the entrance of your womb with wet, sticky seed. It makes him feel like a dog, a ferocious hound, a wild beast. Surviving to live and living to survive. Rutting with warm pants and throaty howls, grunting into the soft hairs that line your nape as he hunches over the extension of your spine, anticipating the moment he finally gets to fill your bitch pussy up with his puppies.

On the other hand, he’s also an avid enjoyer of having you hump him. He’ll pick you up by your shoulders, interlocking each of his lithe fingers around your limbs as he poises you atop his painfully erect dick, sitting your ass down on his hips as they bump up into your soft squishy bits, commanding you to ride him like his own little cowgirl. You complain that you’re tired after the first minute or so, it’s a constant but he just doesn’t seem to care. He’ll swat the meat of your plump butt with a flick of his wrist, telling you to “giddyup” and ride him properly, hissing through grit teeth to “bounce up and down on his fat-ass horse cock.” With splayed palms, his hands rest limply at your haunches, stroking the prickled fuzz of hair growing along your calves and below your thighs as you claw and clutch at the layer of fat chubbing his otherwise lean abs, nails scrunching and sprouting along the fleshy ripples every time he bucks up into you with a sly grin. Sneering at your startled yelps and pitiful whimpers.

But what really gets Dabi going, what really tickles his fancy. Is when you let him fold you like a deck chair. His drug of choice would have to be a nice, stuffy full nelson. One where you let him crumple you up like a tin can in his fist, one where he has your legs sticking out every which way, twitching and shivering and shuddering like a spider beneath his boot. He thinks you look so sweet like that, when he has your arms smushed between your tits, and your thighs locked on his elbows, no where to run and definitely no where to hide. He’ll do you in front of the mirror, all so he can see that cute violet hue overcome your features whence he’s blocked your air ways for a second or five too many. Biceps shaking, evidence of his lassitude after purposely trying to choke you out with his manhood fucked half-way inside that puffy little cunny he loves to hurt so much. He’ll chew his lip as you gasp and splutter, barely attempting to stifle the ashen chuckle that threatens to erupt as flecks of spittle fly onto his hairy thighs. Cooing at you, he’ll rub lines into your buzzing clit, nuzzling and huffing into your ear while he taps and faps away at the hard lovebud, refusing to move when you panic, flailing and screeching as the stimulation becomes too overbearing. Only then will he relent, recollecting your flapping arms and legs to spear you from the bottom, lowering you up and down his smouldering hot length, spiked with hooks and other metal weaponry a-geared to tear your delicate pussy open from the inside out.

#𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 . . . #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha smut #dabi #dabi smut #dabi bnha #dabi mha #reader x dabi #dabi x reader #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader smut #bnha dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi smut #mha dabi smut

[aesopsharpmybeloved]

I'm gonna be greedy and ask for both

😺 and 🎇

Ok <3

Worshipping in the house of God & Slow morning tenderness

Yes, I am quite aware these are most likely supposed to be headcanons and I'm writing short fics. Oops.

Also, why are these two written like this? I don't know, I've no clue what I'm doing uwu

written for the NSFT Emoji

NSFT GET LOST CHILDREN

tw: cunnilingus, handjob, blasphemy in church, cum-eating, Song of Solomon

😺 - Eating pussy

Bringing you pleasure with his mouth is got to be one of Father Paul’s most favourite activities. In his opinion, there’s just something nearly magical about being able to press his lips against, run his tongue over, and close his teeth gently around the place where you’re the most vulnerable, the most sensitive. It’s one of the proofs of the absolute trust you have in him, and Paul always goes above and beyond to prove to you he is worthy of this trust.

You came to see him one evening, after you returned from the mainland, finding him in Saint Patrick’s. The church was nearly dark, only a few candles by the altar illuminating the priest’s tall form. He turned around to face you when he heard the door open, and smiled one of his softest smiles. You walked slowly among the pews, then climbed the few steps separating you from your lover.

Paul pulled you in then, his large hands settling on your lower back, his lips closing in to capture yours. Steadily, he manoeuvred you until your backside hit the edge of the altar. One hand left you, so it could move the things behind you upon the altar to the side, before coming back to touch you. Paul grabbed the back of your thigh and squeezed it, motioning for you to jump up and sit. So you did. 

Between unhurried kisses, you told one another about your days, until you were ultimately tired of talking, and focused on only using your mouths for delivering more kisses instead. The Father’s lips then took to travelling, sliding over to your ear, your jaw, coming to bite on your pulse point - making your heartbeat increase and your breathing quicken. The priest gave you an intense look, before he stepped back and kneeled before you and the altar.

“You are altogether beautiful, my love, there is no flaw in you,” he cited from Song of Solomon, leaning his head to kiss your knee, slowly moving inwards, “How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights.” His lips pressed against your clothed core, making you shiver and reach out a hand, your fingers stroking Paul’s hair. You lift your hips a little, as clever digits hook around your underwear and begin pulling it away, hiking your skirt up at the same time to reveal your arousal to the priest’s hungry eyes. 

His face buries itself between your spread legs, open mouth kisses are planted along your damp folds. He moans deeply at your taste and you tug at the thick raven hair of your beloved. “I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb and my honey;  have drunk my wine and milk. Eat, friends, and drink; drink your fill of love” he speaks against your core, making you tremble with pleasure. His rich voice is mingling with your gasps and whimpers, echoing in the empty church.

He worships you like a deity, right there in the house of God. And perhaps you were God after all, and he was too, because what else is God if not love? You had no more time to ponder on such things though, for his mouth closed around your little lovebud and your head fell back in a sharp intake of breath. Your hips bucked unconsciously and two large hands came to grab them in a vice grip, fingers bruising the tender skin. A speck of dust wouldn’t fit between your heat and the priest’s face, there was no escape from those heavenly lips and their sweet torture. 

When you felt the coil inside you burst into a typhoon of lights and sensations, he drank from you deeply, greedily feasting on all you had to give him, long arms encircled you, and you sang his name to the heavens, calling out to your God. Your heart hammering and lungs burning with need for air, you quivered upon the altar, pleasure from your release pumping through every single artery, vein, capillary.  

Through foggy eyes, you looked at him, absolutely beautiful kneeling between your legs. Father Paul’s head was resting upon your thigh, large dark eyes looked at you both innocently and sinfully through thick lashes. Perfect cupid’s bow was damp with saliva and the proof of your pleasure, and the corners of his mouth were turned up slightly. Content, peaceful, adoring. Your hand, still in his now messy hair, began stroking through it once more, coming to run a thumb over his cheekbone. He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. In the still and quiet of the little church you whispered:

“I am my beloved’s and my beloved is mine.”

🎇 - Orgasm

You loved it when he lost control. During every lovemaking there would come a moment when Father Paul would lose himself. Lose himself in pleasure, in your smell, taste, in the softness of your skin. It was then you knew he was close to his peak, his movements desperate, his mouth releasing prayers and curses. You thought he was beautiful, stripped of all inhibitions, unashamedly arching his back, begging you to never stop, and pleading for more, hands caressing everything at once and hips thrusting in reckless abandon. 

However, that didn’t mean you weren’t fond of the quiet, lazy mornings, during which you could take your time, slowly building up the other’s pleasure. One such morning, the priest was on his back, groaning softly into your willing mouth, tongues sliding against each other lazily. Your leg was thrown over his own and one of your hands was slowly pumping the Father’s manhood. You were delightfully warm, enveloped completely by Paul’s presence, by his arms, as the morning sun caressed your bare bodies. 

Paul looked angelic as you steadily brought him to his breaking point, his face blissful and so very open, cheeks flushed and beads of sweat gathering at his hairline. His eyes, darkened by lust, bore into yours intensely, parted reddened lips released soft sounds and choked gasps. His organ was throbbing in your hand, the tip sticky with pre-cum oozing out and dampening your hand. You licked into the priest’s pliant mouth, swallowing his pleasured sounds like a woman starved.

Finally, his arms tightened around your form, and he parted from your mouth to release a long sigh against your lips, his breath hot on your face. His eyes had such wonder in them, so much love, you could nearly see fireworks going off there, as he tried to keep them open to be able to look at you. Two ropes of cum spurted out of the priest’s cock and landed on his belly, more seed then wept out, running down your hand hotly. His thighs trembled slightly as he emptied himself, more sighs leaving his lips along with words of love and tenderness. 

You released the softening shaft, bringing your stained hand to your lips and licking the priest’s cum off. Paul greedily pulled you into him, making you share with him the product of his lust. You nestled into his arms, laying your body onto his own, uncaring of the mess on his stomach. “Mhm,” he hummed happily, hands stroking the warm skin on your back, “good morning, love.” You smiled against his pulse point and craned your head to steal another kiss.

I hope you enjoyed reading. You can also read this on my AO3, as well as all of my other Father Paul stories.

If you wish to request any of the emoji prompts, feel free to slide into my ask <3

#midnight mass #midnight mass fanfiction #reader insert #father paul hill #father paul #father paul smut #father paul x reader #father paul hill x reader #smut #nsft emoji

[poeticparry]

All Alone!

Sometimes when you are in bed All Alone! Scrolling feeds or watching any scene, Do your mind send you visuals of us recreating that scene?

The visuals of my fingers travelling through your hairs way down to your thighs.

Chewing your ear lobe and whispering : "Damn you smell so nice".

While recalling that passionate night… Don't you feel stirring in your aching vagina?

Ohh your eyes are already closed with heads full of imaginations…

Are you feeling that same passion ?

Yes you are… Coz Your body leaning back and your hands travelling through your neck tingling in solid bosom rack.

Seems like you are on journey to feel the heaven which you had lived with me that night.

"Yes… I want you now" She whispered these words rubbing her legs While feeling his presence and voice in her mind.

She was in full ecstasy. In search of intense pleasure with him being in her imaginations.

Damn ! She moved her one hand under her pantie to steer her Lovebud. She began to feel her passion imagining his thick co©k into her love tunnel.

Her fingers kept rubbing underside of vaginal muscles But she was feeling like his manhood growing into her as she rolled her buttocks across it.

She began to feel sensations of his hard length sliding back and forth. Along with her inner lips of sweet spot.

She was feeling strong surges and high pulses as her pretty fingers were sliding across into honey pot.

She gasped… moaning louder… calling out his name demanding more, screaming "harder.. umm.. deeper baby….

She was craving for his prick to pump her wet fanny to thrust deep inside..

She lost control of her senses Her mind blown away with visual of night She spend with him.

She lost in memories to the extent that her fingers sent her into sexual turmoil.

Her body twitched… Eyes rolling back… Thighs shaking…

She feeling intense pulsations as she screamed out with powerful strokes of her hand that shook her to the core…

Juice flooding out through her fingers dripping down on bed. For a moment she felt like

she is in ecstatic heaven with wave of pure orgasmic pleasure. She took deep breathe and whispered happily : "Ahh…You made me feel so nice..

#love poem #poetry #poem #original poem #original poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #poetry on tumblr #poets corner #poems and poetry #thoughts are being thought

[pigsiescribe]

I Like You, But Not That Way

💜 Happy Asexual Visibility Day 2023 💜

I decided to commemorate the day by writing a coming-out story between 2 OCs.

TW: discussion about sex

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Adrienne stood on one side of the living room, paintbrush in hand, slowly transforming the wall from the faded gray color it was to a wonderful golden copper color that would surely make the living room glow in the setting sun. Her lovebud, James, stood on the other side, painting his part of the room.

It was an odd sort of date, but remodeling and redecorating the house of Adrienne's late mother gave the two of them alone time. Both were serious about their relationship, so there were topics that needed to be discussed.

While it was probably awful to think about, there was a part of Adrienne that was feeling insecure. James was originally married, but his wife had died shortly after giving birth to his twin sons. It seemed like it would be easier if he was divorced. Divorce meant that he made the decision to be single. With death, the decision was made for him. James admitted in the beginning of their relationship that he still had feelings for his late wife, evidenced by the wedding band he still wore. Adrienne was fine with that, but...

A part of her wondered if he was secretly comparing her to his late wife. She once dated a guy who pulled that nonsense, and it was draining. So, during these remodeling dates, she would take the opportunity to discuss deeper, more personal topics. He never mentioned his late wife before, but today, there was a chance she would come up in this particular conversation.

"I like to be on top," Adrienne declared.

There was a pause. "Duly noted." Was he upset, confused, or just focusing on painting?

"You know what that means, right?" Being a bit older, James wasn't always up-to-date with the latest slang.

"You prefer to be the dominant partner in sexual activities."

So he DID know. "... What about you?"

"What about me, what?"

"Do you like to be on top or on the bottom?"

"I have no preference, so I believe the term is 'switch'."

Something about his tone was weird. It was dry but polite, as if someone was asking him if he preferred 1% or 2% milk to go with his coffee.

"Are you upset with me?"

"No." His tone lightened up. "Why would I be upset with you?"

"I don't know. Just... Usually, when I talk about this sort of thing with my lovebud, things start to get flirty or something. You sound bored."

"Well... I'm not attracted to you that way," James admitted.

WHAT?! Adrienne spun around, glaring daggers at the man. What was THAT supposed to mean? Was that some kind of diss? Was he saying that she's not nearly as sexy as his late wife?

"I've never been attracted to anyone that way. Not even Kiara," he added. "So, sexual discussions are not very titillating for me. I tend to be more pragmatic with that particular topic."

Wait... "Are you asexual?"

"If that's the term for it."

"But... You have children."

"Yes." He finally turned around to face her with a plain look on his face. No doubt, he was noticing the disconnect in the conversation.

"Did you and Kiara do artificial insemination?"

"No. My boys were conceived the old-fashioned way."

It was Adrienne's turn to take a moment and pause. "... Are you sure you're asexual and not, like, sexually suppressed?" She had dated a guy once who grew up in a very conservative household. He wound up going to therapy because he couldn't so much as get into bed with Adrienne without crying over his "selfish desires."

"Quite sure. I don't think of sex, sexual thoughts, or sexual urges as inherently shameful, and my parents are very sex-positive people. They had an open marriage and extramarital partners, and they made sure to stress to me the importance of proper communication in a relationship."

"So... Why would you have sex with someone you're not even sexually attracted to?" That just seemed like it would be incredibly unpleasant.

"Kiara and I decided it was the right time for us to have children," James shrugged. After gazing into Adrienne's nonplussed eyes, he offered an explanation. "I do not speak for Kiara, but for me, sex is like chocolate cake." Adrienne knew that wasn't his first choice of desserts. "I do not particularly crave it. In fact, I could spend my whole life never eating it. However, if the woman I loved wanted to share some with me, I would happily enjoy a slice."

Okay... The cake metaphor made some sense. He didn't hate it; it was a special kind of treat. It made Adrienne feel a bit guilty though. She's had so many slices with more than a handful of guys in the past. Compared to James, Adrienne was practically a glutton.

But again, how would that even work between the two of them? Who offers chocolate cake to someone, knowing they don't really love it? She really didn't want something like this to be the reason why they break things off.

"Do you... Not know much about sex?" Adrienne wouldn't mind teaching him things, but it was certainly unexpected. She thought it be the other way around, since he was older.

"I feel I know enough," James shrugged.

"Meaning?" A part of her wasn't very convinced. If he only had sex for procreation, he was probably a Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am type of lover.

"Well," there was the slightest change to his body language before he started walking towards her. "I know which parts of the body are most sensitive." There was an unusual sort of smile on his face. Coming from anyone else, that would be freaky, but he worked as a medical doctor, so that would just be common knowledge for him. "Some areas can be quite thrilling, and others quite chilling. Of course, everyone is different. Once we get to know each other in that way, once I find all the right places to give my loving touch," he tilted her chin up, her eyes locking with his honey-colored gaze, "then we shall compose our lovely melodies together..." He brushed aside her bangs and gently kissed her forehead. "At your discretion, of course."

Heaven help me... Adrienne thought, feeling her heart race and her cheeks grow warmer. What even WAS that?! Acting like he was going to take her right here, right now, and then letting her make the call... WOULD he actually do it right here, right now? No; that didn't matter. Sex had a way of muddling one's emotions, so Adrienne had resolved herself to saving it until after they get married (whenever that may be).

"... That's not fair," she sighed, trying to settle herself.

"What is?"

"You make me feel THIS way," she gestured to her face that was still quite warm, "but I'll never make you feel the same." No relationship was perfect, but Adrienne didn't want too many one-sided feelings; especially something as personal and intimate as this.

James paused, then glanced to the side in that sheepish way he does. "If it's any consolation; it took all my self-control NOT to scream like a teenage girl the first time we held hands."

Adrienne couldn't help herself; she laughed at the mental image of a grown man squealing excitedly over something like holding hands. It was helpful to know nonetheless that she could drive him wild; just in a different sense.

"Is there anything else you feel I should know, while we are on the subject?"

I have a huge feederism kink, I think it's sexy when you get drunk and go on a binge, and I would love it if you gained weight and became my chubby hubby; Adrienne thought, but she was very careful to keep that from slipping out. That would be a discussion for another time.

"I wouldn't mind being the submissive one every once in a while," she replied with a flirty smile. Usually, the thought of it made her stomach lurch, because guys seem to think that means she will just take whatever they decide to pitch at her, but that talk of how he would discover what SHE loved... THAT made the thought of submission quite appealing.

"I am honored." James placed a hand on his heart and bowed his head.

#original story #original characters #asexual oc

[oldsmobilesuper88-1956]

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[kd52m2event]

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[madpanda75]

If anyone needs me this weekend, I’ll be in my room writing smut and when I say “writing smut” it’s more like me sitting in front of my laptop trying to think of different synonyms for the word “clit.”

#devil’s doorbell #happy button #boy in the boat #butter bean #lovebud

[lavidahigh]

Loving this Cherry Diesel tinted lip buffer made with hemp seed oil from @lovebudshop 💄 • • • • • • • #LoveBud #Hemp #Seed #Oil #420 #StonerNation #StonerGirl #Marijuana #MaryJane #Cannabis #CannabisFam #CannabisCommunity #GanjaGirls #Weedstagram #GirlsWhoSmoke #GirlsWithTattoos #StayLifted (at Hollywood) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrjGtFqHrpp/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=gcsmlwg4zl6r

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[angelleyna]

Cinnamon Bud! Yeager Kola! #LoveBud #cannabis #cannabiscup #cannabislove #cannabislifestyle #cannabisculture #cannabisporn #cannabiscomedy #cannabisqueenforlife👑👑👑👑 #cannabiz #ganja #maryjane #marijuana #420 (at Oregon)

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[writingthelife]

Wo pyar he kya jo tumhe duniya bhoolne par majboor na kar de, Wo pyar he kya jo bina kuch kahe bhi sab kuch samajh na paye, Wo pyar he kya jo tumhe saath na hone par bhi kabhi akela hone ka ehsas na kraye, Wo pyar he kya jo apno ki bheed mein bhi uski yaad na dilaye.... #writingthelife #writerscommunity #writingprompts #writinglove #lovepoem #lovebuds #lovestory #hindiwriteups #hindipost #hindipoem #relationships #quoteyourlove #loveyourselffirst #zindagikepanne #mohabbatien #mohabbatshayari #givinghandsclub https://www.instagram.com/p/CJAbGs8lzmh/?igshid=14v1bksde8jwe

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[mikesassa]

Really well done video showing all the stages of growth at Solaris Farms. Michael Sassano wanted all the fans to see some great footage as we get into the "Industrial Growing Techniques" video series. This is the teaser...

#sexybuds #lovebuds #life #greenhouselife #cannabis

[beautyisinthe-eyeof-thebeholder]

My first seeds :3

2/2 for girl scout seedsand 2/3 of the grand daddy purp seeds are germinating

#doitforyou #lonelyflights #weed #growing #medicinal #marijuana #maryjane #bud #lovebuds #granddaddypurp #girlscoutcookies

[glosscrystal]

2018 new year’s resolutions!!!

read 60 books (five books a month)

do one act of kindness every day

pray every day

write down one thing you’re grateful for every day

journal at least once a week

go for a walk once a week

learn to cook five basic meals

go out with family once a week

learn to love yourself

glow up!!!

get a 4.0

have one self care day a week

go out with friends once a week

do one spontaneous thing weekly

take a selfie weekly

get a hair cut or grow out your hair

save $500 (about $40 a month) or start a money-saving challenge

get to 1k followers on this blog

go running one morning a week

feel free to use these / post your own new year’s resolutions!!! tag me with #glosscrystal if you do (i’d love to see everyone’s goals and resolutions)!!!

#peachisty #lovebuds #lattefoam #pressedfloral #rosesth #new year's resolutions #new year #mine #2018