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pbnmj · 11 months
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THE NOIR-HOBIE INTERACTIONS THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND ARE VERY REAL TO ME. SONY PLEASE PICK UP WHAT I’M PUTTING DOWN!!!
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yesokayiknow · 4 months
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i feel like it'll help non brits to know that davina mccall irl presents a show where she connects adopted people with their bio families btw
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meyhew · 1 year
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its so funny when british ppl say the letter H they have to wheeze it out like HAITCH but then they say things like orrible and ello.. girl where did the haitch go 
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saintsoap · 3 months
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Simon Riley doesn’t realise, at first, that he’s got a breeding kink.
Fatherhood isn’t a heaven-sent calling for him, he keeps condoms in his wallet and half the time pulls out anyways just to be safe. The thought of breeding you out, impregnating you, being a kink of his never crossed his mind.
Not until one night after a few drinks, Simons got you on the kitchen counter and is clumsily snapping his hips into yours. The drinks in your systems damn your reservations, Ghosts got you squeezing around his cock without protection, and he loves the feeling. You’re so warm and tight and fit him so perfectly inside of you that he wants to brand you as his and be able to see the receipt of his lust.
Pull out; it keeps repeating in his head, a warning. He has to tap into his years of building self restraint to finally start pulling out of you once his visions blurring and balls are tightening with what feels like one of his most intense orgasms ever. However, just as he’s about to follow through and release on your stomach, your legs wrap around his waist and hold him inside of you. Your gaze meets his, desperate.
“Finish inside, please.”
Your words are psychedelic, he lolls over and tucks his head into the crook of your neck and bites as he cums, overwhelmed by the feeling of finishing inside of you. Images flashing through his mind, of you swollen and pretty and a reminder of his claim on you. He’s breeding you like a whore and loving on you like you’re already married.
It takes a long while for Simon to calm himself enough to pull out of you, though the sight he’s met with is enough to get him hard again. His cum spilling out of you, wasted anywhere besides deep in your womb. He shakes his head, clouded again by ravenous instinct, and meets your gaze.
He’s going to fuck his cum back into you :)
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sentient-stove · 1 month
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“Over there is Drake, he’s with us because JL Light kept saying no to the teenage group so now they made him my and JLD’s problem. Also he kept trying to raise the dead. And kept succeeding.”
“It’s not my fault it’s so easy,” Drake muttered without looking away from his project. “And Batman wasn’t dead the last time. You bring back three people and suddenly everyone thinks you’re a budding necromancer. It shouldn’t be my fault I’m using the available resources for the best solution.”
Constantine somehow looked even more dead than Elle as he pointed to the teenager that had taken up residence on the counter, the rest of the space covered with no less than four laptops. “Do not see him as a role model. He broke reality that first time.”
Man, she already knew they were going to get along like a house on fire. Elle waved cheerfully at Drake. “Quack.” She said. Constantine just sighed and went for his lighter.
Drake looked at her in befuddlement. “Quack?”
“A drake is a duck yeah? So, quack.”
“I prefer the drakes being dragons route.” He said. “More mysterious and powerful.”
“Ah. Rawr then.” The lesser of the two options. Drake had clearly never met a true duck. Maybe Elle could sneak one in one of these days and introduce Drake to a better namesake.
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sparklingwaterbabie · 2 years
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A collection of my favourite tweets, thus far, on #SpitGate that I’m putting here for ease for my friends seeing
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felinefractious · 17 days
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Crystal Flame's Corazon
🐱 British Shorthair
📸 Storm Born Brits
🎨 Red Bicolor
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crystal-mouse · 12 days
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"This Pon Farr could've been an email" - @bagginsgotdabooty
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hyumjim · 14 days
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[British pediatrician voice] Ok so basically there is no fixed point of maturity and no real way of determining such a thing. However, conveniently enough there is an idea in pop culture that brain development happens exactly at age 25, which is based on pretty much nothing except for like, cultural expectations of what a person should be like at that age, so yeah that’s not very scientific. But because that’s an idea that people have already, I am pretty sure that I can use this to restrict the human rights of people under 25, and because it’s in the context of everyone’s least favorite group the [SLUR WHICH HERE MEANS ‘TRANSSEXUALS’], I think everyone will pretty much let this one slide. And im pretty thrilled with this because it’s actually an older age than I thought I was gonna be able to get away with. I thought I was only gonna be able to exercise my power and control over people under the age of 18 or perhaps 21, which wouldn’t have been very exciting to me because I pretty much already get to control those people’s lives. But now that I’ve slipped this one in there, man, this opens up a whole other age group for me to wield power over. So im really happy with how this whole thing is shaping up. Bangers and mash.
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jigsaw: you better not be serving cunt when the timer runs out
my dumbass:
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goyurim · 11 months
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when pavitr prabhakar is showing off india to his new spidey friends there's this tiny moment where he goes like "and this is where the british stole all our stuff!" and i kid you not, not a single person in the theatre laughed. not even a chuckle. a theatre full of grown-ass british people were losing their shit over the "hole" jokes like a bunch of fifth graders but when they're reminded of their war crimes they clench their own holes so hard they forget to breathe
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just-because-77 · 4 months
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saintsoap · 3 months
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Ghost has seen every inch of you, and even though you’ve been at his complete mercy and felt him from the inside out, you’ve never seen his face.
You've tried relentlessly to take a peek at the man who's gifted you so much pleasure, but he's always a step ahead of you.
When his mask is pulled past his lips so he can kiss you dizzy, his strong grip is always keeping your wrists in check, so you're unable to reach up and lift his mask. He bites your lip when you try, a stinging punishment for your curiosity. "You don't need to see me to feel me," he always lectures.
Or when he's got his head between your thighs, mask lifted just enough to ravage you with his tongue and leave you writhing. You look down, eyes meet his and try, ever so hard, to reach down and grasp at the fabric that hides him from you. But he's too good, stretching you out with his fingers and boring his gaze into you with such lust that you feel drunk- everything's a blur, and even if you did manage to take a look at your lover, pleasure blinds you.
When you're riding him, hands on his chest, his cock seated so deep inside of you that you fear without it you''ll feel too empty. His head is thrown back, deep choral groans sound from his chest and you kiss the exposed skin of his neck like you're trying to claim him as your own. He loves the feel of your lips on his skin, and doesn't stop you from snaking your fingers up and lifting his mask just enough to kiss a little higher.
But you get greedy. When he's on top of you, with your legs near over his shoulder as he fills you and breaks you and makes you feel whole. You already came once, and another is building in the pit of your stomach when you notice just how close Ghost is. The snapping of his hips becoming frantic, the glossy look in his eyes as he makes you take him deeper than you thought possible. He's ravenous, and distracted by the depths of his pleasure- so you act, and reach up to rip off his mask. But he's bigger than you, faster than you, and catches your wrist before you can even touch him.
"Greedy fucking slut," his words sharp, the snap of his hand on your cheek even harder. He holds your jaw, forces you to watch him ruin you with his cock as he fucks you hard in retaliation. You'll have bruised hips in the morning, a sore reminder of your place.
But it's okay. Once he finally lets you see his face, it's so you can sit on it <3
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dragonflavoredcake · 11 months
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I thought it'd be fun to make a map of where all the Hermits live irl and until now I didn't quite realize how much of the server is either British or American
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stzero · 9 months
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fuckit, gerard in the Schiaparelli crystal ant ensemble
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