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#DEFINITELY SEXY
talyayet474 · 23 days
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Emma Stone
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tumbleweed-run · 3 months
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Contentment
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You wake on your side, head resting against his chest. Your arms and legs have wound themselves around him in the night as if you were still afraid he was going to disappear before you woke. His arm, the one beneath your neck, curls around your back- fingers idly tracing patterns against your skin. 
You’re happy to lay there for a time, eyes closed against the soft grey-blue glow of early morning. It's warm here. Safe. You can hear the birds outside waking, hunting for their breakfasts before the sun properly rises. Gale shifts a little, pitching himself up onto his side so his other arm can wrap around you. A leg slides between yours, a foot pushed against the back of your calf, drawing you impossibly closer. 
You sigh, contented. 
A strange feeling after everything you’ve been through. 
A press of lips against the crown of your head. And then another. 
It’s nothing to tilt your head up, allowing his lips to find yours. Eye not having bothered to open yet. You kiss slowly, almost clumsily. Lips brushing lips, yes, but also the corners of mouths, the space just above the upper lip, his mustache prickling against your skin. With time his tongue slides out to find yours. Still, there’s no rush, just a languid exploration of territory well-known. You taste sleep on his breath, the sharp tang of morning breath invades your senses. You don’t mind, it tethers you. Reminds you that this is real and not some dream. 
The hand on your back urges you closer. You hitch you leg up further as you try to do what he wants. You feel Gale’s cock against your thigh, hot and rigid, a stark contrast to everything else this morning. He makes a noise, soft in his throat. His hands press against you, firmer this time, to move you further onto him. 
His cock now nestles right up against the folds of your cunt. Experimentally you shift your hips just a little. Gale moans and you don’t bother to hide the the grin that tugs at your lips. You do it again just to elicit the same reaction. He lets you for a time until his shifts as you do and you find him now pressed against your entrance. One little rock of your hips is all it takes until he slides into you. 
Gale is the one who rocks now, slowly pumping into you. He’s in no rush, not even fully sheathing himself in you yet. When he finally presses his cock all the way inside of you you both sigh happily and he pauses as if savoring the feeling. He holds still for long enough you wonder if he’s fallen back asleep, but then he’s moving again. 
His hand slides from your ass down to your thigh, kneading the flesh gently before pulling your leg higher. The angle changes, suddenly each thrust leaves you whimpering. You bury your face against his shoulder as if your moans are somehow a threat to the tranquility of this morning. 
A light sweat breaks across Gale’s skin and unthinkingly you dart your tongue out to taste him. He groans, hips working just a little faster, hand holding your leg just a little tighter. 
“Come on, my love,” Gale’s words are half whispered. His voice deep and broken by sleep. 
He rocks into you relentlessly. The tension in your core growing and spreading across your body, the muscles of your stomach threaten to ache. 
Gale’s lips press into your hair even as he speaks, “I know you have it in you, come on beautiful.”
Your hips roll against his, desperately chasing your release. 
“Come on, my love, come on,” he nearly chants. 
You come with a cry strangled in your throat. Your mouth open, teeth bluntly dragging against his skin as you cry out soundlessly. Your cunt clenches around him, there’s a cramp in your thigh that you don’t even feel. 
Vaguely you’re aware the words he whispers have changed. 
“That’s my girl,” he praises softly, hips still snapping against you, “you’re so good for me.”
It’s only once your core stops spasming and your limbs feel like jello that Gale rolls you onto your back. His elbows rest above your shoulders. Your hair caught beneath one of them, pulling it. He begins fucking into you with abandon now, all rhythm lost. You pull up a leg, allowing him to move deeper even though your hip protests the movement. 
Gale’s loose hair shrouds the two of you and you finally open your eyes and watch him. He grunts as he slams into you one last time, hips pinned against yours as he comes. Raptly you watch his face as he does, eyes pinched almost as if he’s in pain. It’s not a particularly attractive expression but gods, you love it anyway. 
After a moment, he collapses against you, and you laugh, your breath blowing some of his hair away from your mouth. With a gentle shove, Gale rolls off of you. He keeps his face against your shoulder and draws you closer. Almost a mirror of how you woke. 
“Gale, we need to clean up,” you whisper despite making no moves to do so. 
“Hmm,” he breaths against your skin, already falling back asleep, “later.”
You might regret it, but right now, later sounds good. 
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graveyard-cuddles · 3 months
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Sorry I blew up your steel watch foundry and freed all the political prisoners you were keeping hostage and ruined the grand plan we had been passionately working on together for years thus betraying your ultimate trust in me as the one person you considered a potential equal but hey at least you get the watch me kill you in the Wavemother's Robe.
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yallemagne · 8 months
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why does sleepwalking women and gothic horror go hand in hand
You asking me?
The answer is voyeurism.
Here's the thing about gendered horror: the goddamn eroticism. You can't escape it, people want to get their rocks off even when they're terrified-- especially when they're terrified! It's such popular imagery because of the intimacy of a woman with all her hair let down in only a white nightgown highlighted by the pale moonlight. A nightgown is very innocent in its intimacy, there's nothing inherently sexual about it, but that just gets people even more horny! No structured garments underneath-- she's wearing breeches obviously but shhh no she's totally naked save for some sheer billowing fabric.
EDIT: oh my god blah blah blah "breeches! actually she wouldn't be wearing those!! oh my god, they got it wrong, just shoot them in the streets, your honour!" FINE SHE'S NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES UNDER THERE, GOOD FOR YOU YOU GOT ME.
Gasp! Unprotected purity! I sure hope no dastardly villain tarnishes this woman! (they do. they do hope for that actually)
This isn't a very fun answer, is it? But it's worth saying. Horror explicitly involving women tends to be very visual with plenty of (arguably) sexual imagery. Men get the mindboggling horrors inconceivable to the human psyche while women are limited to being eye candy who faint before their minds can even be boggled (no that isn't a euphemism). Even when the women in question previously had a larger role in the story than "sexy lamp", pop culture will be quick to reframe it in the way that has the most sex appeal.
But like... let's take the woman's perspective: you're in a state of undress and completely unaware of your surroundings. It's dark and anyone lurking around at this time might very well have bad intentions, and they might turn those bad intentions on you. And you'll be blamed for being in the wrong place, at the wrong time, in the wrong dress. Terrifying. And people don't really appreciate the terror of it because... it's pretty, isn't it?
But then Lucy is weeping in her sleep, and Mina is covering her feet in mud for propriety. Because who knows what a man will do to them if he sees her naked feet? They're both cowering in fear hoping a drunken man doesn't take notice of them. Because who knows what he'll do to them if he sees two young ladies out at night? They're sweating from not just exertion but stress, and their messy hair clings to their frightened faces. They cannot tell anyone. Because who knows what toll this night might take on their good reputations?
It's not pretty. There's no see-through dresses (seriously their nightgowns are made of fucking linen, not organza), no flowing locks, no full faces of makeup, just pure society-ingrained horror.
But cis men don't typically understand that horror because they aren't usually victim to it. It honestly makes me sad and angry that the imagery is so prominent (and in such a watered-down and bland "sexy" way) because it reduces the actual horror these two protagonists face to nothing more than an audience's voyeuristic fantasy in which the women are only objects to be gawked at. The danger is reframed as tantalizing and enticing "ooo good girls (unknowingly) being bad in their sleep!" rather than... they could have fucking died. Or worse.
... But I still want to draw my girls (Jonathan, Mina, and Lucy) in cute nightgowns, so I'll bite my tongue.
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kaladinkholins · 2 months
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"why would you ship mizu and taigen together they're sooooo toxic ugh taigen is AWFUL and mizu should be with ME instead!!!"
of course they're toxic they're both deranged and terrible and that's why they're perfect for each other.
cuz like omg you think mizu would treat you well? mizu would abandon you. look at how she left ringo multiple times. ringo who treats her so well and is nothing but patient and caring and loyal. if you are insecure she will laugh at you because she has no social tact. look at how mikio said "it's a stupid dream" talking about his ambitions of regaining his honour and mizu straight up chuckles and tells him he's right because it IS a stupid dream. and at this point their relationship was cordial and she was even warming up to him!
like. arguably, taigen would be a better romantic partner (per the ideals of his time and culture of course), or at least he would be on paper. cuz i mean as a husband, as he is now, i think he'd be awful. but i'm talking about if you and him were dating or courting or just seeing each other romantically, he would be good to you. like we saw how he behaved with akemi and he was nothing but sweet and gentle. the very reason akemi wanted to marry him so bad was because she KNOWS without a doubt that he respects women and would treat her well. "oh but he cheated on her with the prostitutes while celebrating his engagement!" yeah but per the norms of the time and place, it was not considered cheating and akemi (as well as any wife or romantic partner of that period) would not have minded or even cared.
and yes taigen IS an asshole and he IS obnoxious but come on. so is mizu, if she is allowed to act like herself around you. mizu will tease you and mock you and challenge you and even poke at your insecurities (see:her goading mikio on even though he clearly did not view her teasing as light-hearted banter and took it all very personally). she would tell you to your face if she thinks you're being annoying (see:mizu rolling her eyes and telling akemi to straight up just "shut up" when she'd believed mizu had killed taigen).
mizu is not merely a hot and talented badass with a sword and the insane hyperfocus on her desire for revenge which literally drives her to withstand like, extreme amounts of damage and survive it. mizu is also flawed and the show does a good job at showcasing this, and showing us that she's not merely a victim but also a multilayered person. we see throughout that mizu is blunt and sarcastic and prideful.
oh what's that? oh right, very similar to taigen, who is also hot and talented with a sword and with insane hyperfocus on his desire to duel mizu and regain his honour. taigen who is also flawed (though, arguably, more so) as he is blunt and sarcastic and prideful.
the only thing that sets mizu and taigen apart is the fact that taigen is a man and is not mixed race, which thus affects their positions in society and how people perceive them. these are external factors. taigen being a boy who is not blue-eyed allowed him to easily mingle with the other kids in the village, all of whom were similarly fed the same prejudiced values which led them to gang up against mizu and bully her.
but take all that away. strip them down to the bare essentials. suddenly it's like they are the same person copy and pasted.
and that's what makes them even more interesting. yes absolutely they would be toxic. whatever souls are made of, mizu's and taigen's are the same (derogatory). and we literally see them fight all the time!!!! but the thing is they are both deranged when it comes to this.
do you get me. they both literally get turned on by sparring. mizu's whole spar with mikio was her way of flirting. just look at how she smirked at him and said "unsheathe it" like it's clear that this is an innuendo of not just unsheathing his weapon but also what's in his pants. then during the chopsticks fight with taigen in the snow, despite mizu literally being injured and taigen trying to attack her, mizu gets attracted to him. meanwhile taigen got a boner after wrestling with her in the forge.
taigen goes around saying he wants to kill mizu to regain his honour but he still literally risks life and limb for her constantly. mizu gives ringo stomach ulcers by going around flinging herself into near-death situations 24/7. she ups and leaves her beloved swordfather with barely a goodbye twice to pursue her batshit far-fetched quest for revenge (against people she doesn't even KNOW btw because she literally starts off with practically No Leads and not even knowing the NAMES of the white men who are her maybe-fathers).
these bitches are crazy and you know what good for them. that shit needs to be contained and quarantined though and that's why in that sense they would be good together.
i want to put them both in a jar and shake it very hard and see what happens. personally i think they will argue and insult each other while working perfectly in sync with each other to break out of the jar and then proceed to kill me and make out sloppy style over my dead body while they're both covered in blood.
like that's it that's the dynamic. send post.
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naomistares · 2 months
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to anyone interested: i have a nsfw art account on twitter (@/naomignores (ik im so good with names)) and there is only one (1) drawing on there (harryanthe)
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dagonich · 2 months
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Yes, Derek. But you weren't part of the deal.
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I wish to love myself as much as I love him XD
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indybob · 3 months
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*Hangman and Rooster shopping for a new mattress*
Hangman: You know, when we get a new mattress we’ll have to break it in. You know what that means…?
*At the same time*
Rooster: Mattress trampoline!
Hangman: Sexy times!
Hangman: …Wait, what did you say?
Rooster, fumbling his words: Sexy times! I said sexy times, too, we’re on the same page!
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punkitt-is-here · 1 year
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power dressing like jesse pinkman hit send post now
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gabessquishytum · 1 year
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Thinking A Lot about how Hob hung onto his "working class" accent all the way into 2022. So subtle and yet so meaningful. Huh.
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milkbreadtoast · 3 months
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OH GOD OH FUCK
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Vincent Price
Bloodbath at the House of Death (1984)
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imaginal-ai · 18 days
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"The Muse of Athleticism"
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leupagus · 8 months
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Still working on the "No Seriously, If Crowley and Aziraphale Ever Did Have Sex, They'd Have So Many Weird Conversations About It First" fic
"You already have a penis?" Aziraphale demanded, his hands on his hips. "Since when?"
Crowley tried to recall. "Turn of the nineteenth, I think?" he ventured. There'd been a fountain, and a lot of wine, and Jane challenging him to see which of them could hit the fish statue in the middle.* Afterwards he'd kept it — it was fun, being able to take a piss if you felt like it. Not to mention you could stir up a lot of trouble in public toilets if you were in a mood.**
"Really?" Aziraphale looked halfway between surprised and intrigued. "Don't you find it a bit — floppy?"
"Eh, a bit," Crowley admitted. "But they do amazing things with underpants these days."
Aziraphale laughed, the startled hiccough he gave sometimes when he wasn't quite ready to be out of his sulk. It was one of Crowley's favorite noises. "Very well," he said, adjusting his waistcoat. "Let's have a look."
"What? No," said Crowley. He'd been looking forward to showing off his cock at some point, but Aziraphale was eyeing him like the Queen about to inspect the troops.
"Why not?" Aziraphale whinged, his lower lip puckering dangerously near a pout. "We're going to have to take our clothes off when we have sex. Unless — actually, I think that's on the list of kinks, you know, sex with your clothes on, but it seems terribly awkward, not to mention you'd have to get everything cleaned afterward. Although I do have a rather good 'dry cleaner,'" he made the inverted commas with his fingers and everything, "Who's an absolute miracle worker." He paused. "Well, not a real one. At any rate, come along." And he gestured at Crowley's crotch.
Crowley, who'd had millennia of practice with Aziraphale's careening monologues, was still halfway through unbuckling his belt before his brain caught up. "I'm not pulling my cock out in the middle of your bookshop," he said — with absolutely perfect timing, since Muriel chose that moment to come bustling in.
They stood frozen for a moment, blinking at both of them as they clutched at the doorframe. "I think I, erm, heard a… noise?" They smiled, and backed out slowly. "I should go. And check, on the noise, because noises are sometimes indicators of—" Whatever else they were saying was lost with the slamming of the door.
"Small mercies," Aziraphale huffed, and wriggled his fingers; the sign on the door flipped to "CLOSED" and the door locked with a pointed flourish. "Now then!"
*Neither of them had, and it had nearly gotten them arrested, all the moreso since they'd been in Spain at the time.
**With or without an anus.
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tibby · 7 months
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TOP TEN SAW CHARACTERS (AS VOTED BY MY FOLLOWERS) → #10. BRIT STEVENSON
↳ "What are you doing?" "Being smart."
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… Don’t get me started on this one !? …She’s as stunning from the front as… behind , look at those "apples" or should we say "gorgeous peaches"🍑
Her all motion is ridiculously, she’s marvelous !!
Asian Sweet Eyes Candies 🍭💦🤣
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