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chaioticcoffee · 1 day
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"I never gave up on you did I?"
HIS FUCKING FACE
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forza55 · 2 days
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Sebastian Vettel testing the Porsche 963 via @/porsche_newsroom & @/porschepenskemotosport on ig | vettelmyangel
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laurfilijames · 2 days
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Hello lovely! I was curious how you'd rank Will's outfits in TF. Which look is your favorite?
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Love, Jess 💜
Jess
JESSS.
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This ask has thoroughly destroyed me but I am so grateful to you and the thots that have come from it, so thank you very, very much. 🥵
These were not easy decisions, and it took a lot of time staring and researching, but here are my rankings:
The Polo.
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Come on. The fit of that thing? Fuck me. The way it stretches over his broad shoulders and his firm tits and how it showcases those arms of his?!? I'm wrecked. Every single time I see THAT scene I am incoherent and making noises and there's drool.
Not only the shirt, but the jeans?!? They cover those legs of his in a way that makes them go on for DAYS. The belt? The way he makes a point to hold the belt as he's talking? Fuck off, Captain Miller, you're too sexy for words.
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The Grey Henley. (I couldn't find a better gif 😩)
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Just. Yeah.
I hardly have words to explain this one.
I mean, he could've undone that last button which probably would've put this outfit at number one, but god the fit of it is purely carnal and I'm unwell. Points for rolling up the sleeves to show off his amazing forearms which are a favourite feature of mine and a whole kink in itself. And pairing it with those cargo pants? 👌 A+ Will.
I'm calling this next one The Warrior Outfit.
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The plaid shirt. The slutty scarf. The tac vest with all his gear and weapons 🫠 (hey, Captain let's put those zip ties to good use…) We have another appearance of cargo pants, this time equipped with built in knee pads (🥵) I can't begin to explain how this outfit gets better over time with him being soaking wet from rain and swimming across that river, the mud and dirt and grime, plus the blood from his gunshot wound….I'm starting to think this needs to move up in the ranks but I'm honestly such a mess right now I can't make a decision to save my life.
The Hoodie
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I know that polo is under it 👀 Imagine how warm he is in that? I would like to bury myself in it and never be seen again please and thank you. He just looks so comfy and cozy and thicccccc in it and I really love this casual look on him. For some reason it screams Husband to me 🫠
The “I’m a professional and this is my fancy shirt” Button Down.
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He's just so fucking sweet in this shirt. I imagine this is like his “date” shirt. I want to rip it off of him. Points for tucking it in those fucking jeans again 🤤 and rolling up the sleeves. 💦💦
Honourable mention to this outfit
Which I'll call The “this was rolled up in my bag for a week but it matches my eyes” shirt
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It looks comfortable. Linen and breezy. Clearly effortless judging by the wrinkles 🤣 and fuck me the way it compliments his eyes in that last scene has me screaming. I'd really like to see him in just that white t-shirt that's under it though.
In conclusion;
William Miller can wear anything or nothing at all and it will severely disarm me no matter what.
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stinkyfartgirl · 11 hours
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he’s like a worm inside my brain. it’s okay he can be in there.
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wikitpowers · 1 day
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u know what’s actually kind of funny about waiting so long for twp? all we do is always talk about how painful it is for ty and kit to be separated for three years and here we are waiting for twp for more than DOUBLE that time meaning we somewhat actually have first-hand experience of their suffering😭
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GUESS WHAT, B*TCHES!
I’m baaaaaack!~
It’s March and I post whatever I fuckin’ want! Oh yeah, it’s a songfic!
Character: Sir Crocodile (a little bit of Katakuri Charlotte, but just a smidge)
Relationship: slight KatakurixXReader but also catching Sir Crocodile’s eye (and more)
Song: Sweet by Unlike Pluto
Warnings: forced marriage, drug mention, alcohol, Crocodile being himself
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“Introducing for one night only! The beauty that pounds whiskey like a sailor and sings like an angel: (Y/N) (L/N)!”
You heard the crowd go wild.
The sigh that escaped your lips as you took a long drag of the almond-vanilla flavored cigar that was currently in between your gloved hands as you made your way to the stage.
The sway of your hips, the tight knee-high black dress with a sweetheart collar hugging your curves lusciously as your hair was kept messy, framing your face and to finish the look- a pair of Mary Jane kitten heel shoes.
Your lips were dark red but the rest of the make up was simple.
A little powder, cat-eye liner and blush.
A wink could decimate nations, said your fiancé once.
The lights on the stage were on you as the white fur coat you were wearing slid from your shoulders to your elbows as you gently gripped the microphone’s stand as your lips opened to do their thing.
“My baby and I like new silky sheets every night.
He buys me bourb' and whiskey neat,
And keeps on comin' every week…”
Your stare could only focus on the table were your lug of a fiancé was.
Charlotte Katakuri.
He seemed bored with his surroundings. Not really his scene but he had to keep up appearances as head of this town’s sweets factory. His mother made sure to pop out enough children to make an infuriatingly huge monopoly of different businesses just so she could have absolute control of most markets.
“Ooh, he wants the suburbs
When school's out for summer
And we live by his mother
I keep my drugs in the cupboard 'cause”
You could only look at him with a little spite.
“I'm only sweet when I'm high…”
You noticed that the normally serious face he wore suddenly made a move, his lips twitched downwards as he downed his LIT, completely in one gulp.
This finally got him.
He looked down at his drink as you kept singing your song, almost like if he was contemplating how guilty he felt to just have picked you from a line of potential wives his mother gave him and he just picked you.
Little, wild you.
You, whom he thought would be gracious enough to accept a marriage proposal out of the goodness of your heart.
‘What a shame’ he thought. ‘I thought this recent flight of fancy would keep her calm’ he argued with his head.
He didn’t noticed that he wasn’t the only one staring at the beauty with a savvy mouth.
He wasn’t the only magnate in this town.
“In class, I learned to lie
To pretty boys, to pass the time…”
She stared at him as she sang this particular verse.
How many times has she lied to him just to get him off her back?
How many times did she pretend to be okay in front of him?
How many times did her whispered words meant what they preached while he was in the passionate throes of sex?
He had it.
He stood up from his table and grabbed his coat, leaving on the table a shiny object with a scarp of paper that said “goodbye”.
He didn’t notice on his way out the door of the glare that was directed to him from the bar. Cigar smoke filtering out as he heard the man at the bar to bring the lady’s belongings to him, that he’d take care of her moving forward.
“'Cause I got that good shit, Alabastian pride.
Kiss the kids goodnight and take the Harley for a ride”
The man at the bar just grinned.
That seemed like Little Miss Sailor was in the market again.
Not that he had to do much.
She did it all her self in an act of defiance towards the softest yet most ruthless of the Charlotte’s. And she didn’t even get to the good part of this song.
The man at the bar was a tall man. Not as tall as Katakuri but still very tall. He had suffered the loss of a hand but that didn’t hinder him at all, he had prosthetics to make up for the loss of a limb, he just preferred the gold hook on his missing limb.
He saw how the lonely woman stared at the table bitterly, almost relieved that she didn’t have to talk to what he could firmly say was her boyfriend.
“Ooh, I get so bored, scrub the floors
Then get drunk while doing chores
Does he even know me…?”
He had enough of waiting.
“Waitress? I want that table.”
A woman like that deserved to be looked upon closely.
“Ooh, I'm never sure when he'll be home
Get into trouble on my own
I don't get lonely…”
You were still singing your little heart out as you batted your eyes to shake some of the tears. Katakuri wasn’t a bad man, but you would’ve rather to pick your own groom and wed because you wanted to.
Not because your own family wanted to have financial relief in these trying times.
Such was the life of the eldest daughter.
But no matter, you could firmly say that your groom-to-be was no longer in the horizon as he left with a disappointed frown.
“I’m only sweet when I’m high…”
You spoke the last verse, only to have the whole club erupt in howls and cheers.
With a bashful smile, you made your way behind the stage and down to the main floor.
You felt a little taken back when your things were on your usual table, but relieved when one of the waitresses directed you to your new table.
In the VIP section.
With your things.
You looked at how this dashing mystery man was taking a drag from his cigar and seemed to be pouring two glasses of champagne.
You had to be careful, however. This day and age, most men can and will do anything. But this man just massive and intimidating. The scar upon his face should’ve scared you but, you were used to men with…interesting features.
“Take a seat. We have a few things to converse about, Little desert flower.”
…to be continued?
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bardofbaldur · 7 months
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Oh no, oh no, he is seducing me with his deep passion for his field of study and his genuine joy at teaching people about it
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wvterways · 8 months
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full---ofstarlight · 7 months
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minsc has this line when you talk to him after gale speaks to mystra where he's like back in my homeland, we hide young wizard boys away so that mystra doesn't snatch them up and. like. man. that really adds some more color to how fucked up gale's whole situation with her was huh
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groguspicklejar · 4 months
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141!mafia au reverse harem where price keeps reader in his office as his only, telling the reader that he's going to make sure she's treated better than her scumbag husband. she gets released back to their shitty nyc apartment and finds the boys packing her stuff up, saying price bought out a better one in the upper west side. the only thing is that there must be a "meeting" once a week to "check up" on her because they "feel bad" wink wink
so... much... dick... forgive me, for i have sinned... again
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"everybody stop touching my stuff and put everything down!"
you're surprised when they actually listen to your command and do as you say with wide eyes. Gaz, Soap and Ghost each carefully put their box on the ground. perhaps it's the furious expression on your face that compelled them to do so but you don't care. you just want them to put your things back where they found them.
so you turned to their leader; Price.
"what do you mean you sold my apartment?" you asked. "where do you expect me to go?"
this was the only place you could afford. with the divorce proceedings draining the majority of your funds (because your husband, soon-to-be ex, is a fucking prick and a selfish bastard), you've managed to keep this place and keep it in good enough shape.
it's not as big or as modern and sleek like your husband's house. just a two bedroom apartment with a cramped living room, bathroom and a small kitchen. a far downgrade from your lush lifestyle, but it's not much different from what you've had to grow up in, so the cosiness is somewhat comforting.
so for that to be taken away from right under your nose too, well...
you don't know if you're going to cry out of rage or despair. you've just come back after being temporarily relocated to one of Price's safehouses. you didn't expect to find your house sold. just another wrench in the already rusted cogwheels of your life.
"to your new place." Price holds up a bundle of keys with a smile. "a better one. much safer than this one, at least."
you only took the keys because the landlord was right outside, waiting for everything to be moved out and you had nowhere else to go. you held back the tears during the ride and wouldn't let any of the boys touch you. you wouldn't even talk to Gaz, who you favoured the most out of all of them.
"i was just following orders, love." you shift away from him when he offers you the tall cup of strawberry milkshake in his hand, ignoring the sadness in his eyes. "i didn't set out to hurt you."
you don't look at him at all. you couldn't bear his sad brown eyes but you also had to remind yourself that if Price gave the order, he'd probably kill you in your sleep.
your new house wasn't so bad. like Price said, it was better; you liked that you had a bigger, more lavish bathroom (one that had a hot tub, no less), as well as a study. at least, you have a nice place to work from home now. and just like he said, it's safer. you were slightly impressed by the electric fence and gate.
slightly. you still can't over the fact that they sold your old place without at least giving you a warning first. despite that, you settled in fairly quickly. though, you were surprised when you got a visit from Ghost within the first week.
"just a precaution, love." he said, pushing past you at the door.
"is this to make sure that i'm not plotting revenge on you guys?" he snorts at that and rolls his eyes.
you were a bit on edge with the visits. they came to see you at random days of the day but the sequence was the same. first, it was Ghost. he stayed for an hour, checking if everything in your apartment was in working order and bugging your house for extra security but he doesn't tell you that part.
Soap followed the next week. he was a tad bit more enthusiastic than Ghost, which you found endearing, even if you snubbed him the whole time. he pouted when you gave him one-word or dry answers but he kept eating all of your cereal because you banned him from touching the stove after he nearly burned the house down while trying to make noodles.
Price was next. he drove you to work and took you back home. you came to discover that he has less patience than he leads on because he threatened to throw you over the shoulder in front of your coworkers when you refused to get in the car.
Gaz was last and you think that was intentional because he brought flowers and a box of chocolates. you gave him the most sour expression as you let him in. he gave you your space, but he made it known that he doesn't like living with the knowledge that you're upset with him.
you were rightfully pissed at all four of them for uprooting your life when you had just began to pick up the pieces.
the cycle continues. Ghost, Price, Soap, Gaz. in that exact order. eventually, you got used to it. you got used to having their presence in your new home at different hours of the day. they offered to help you with anything you needed because they felt guilty for disrupting your life so much even though, in Price's words "you're far better off here than you were with that muppet of yours anyway" and it's hard not to disagree with that sentiment.
but it's just that even if they do somehow make your life easier, they make it ten times as difficult at the same time.
because ever since that day in your soon-to-be ex-husband's office, you can't remember the last time you scratched the growing ache between your thighs. none of them bring up that day and you're too embarrassed to ask them to give back your sex toys.
so you're stuck having to deal with four of the most attractive men you've ever met walking around your place, cooking for you, fixing your wobbly chair, your water heater and coffee machine. helping you get from work and home safely. bringing you cute little gifts to apologize. playing guard dog from unwanted attention-seeking men.
it was hard to endure, especially when you were ovulating.
and unbeknownst to you, it was difficult on them too. you don't think they had a hard time watching you walk around in nothing but an oversized shirt and panties, or a flimsy nightgown whenever they came to visit at odd hours of the day they did that on purpose but it was to their detriment? you don't think their mouths watered when they watched you doing nothing but lay down on a sofa and read a book? god, what they wouldn't do to spread you open and make you read out loud while they had their way with you.
Soap, of course, could barely contain his urges but after three months of this, he caved and had you cornered in your bathroom while you were doing your nightly routine.
"just the tip." he pleads softly, kneading your breasts. your thighs clench as you feel his mouth on your shoulder. "please, bonnie, ye cannae make you watch ye being all sexy and not expect me tae do anything about it."
you watch him through the bathroom mirror, your own eyes wide and pupils blown. your belly tingles with desire just thinking about him taking you here. "j-just the tip?"
he hummed into your neck, already forgetting the statement, already unbuckling his belt and pushing his pants down.
"won't take long but i'll make ye feel good just like last time. remember?" he wrapped a hand around your waist and you felt his cock gliding between your wet folds. your hands grip the sink so tightly, you think you might break it. "when i took ye on the desk in front of yet scumbag of a husband?"
your eyes widen and you look away from the mirror, heat blazing your cheeks. it's the first time any of them ever acknowledged that day. Soap grips your jaw and makes you face forward again and you catch his wicked smile.
"ah, ye do remember." you bite your lip as he rolls his hips, his cock moving slowly through your folds, catching against your swollen clit. "i think about it every day." he confesses, watching your expression twist in pleasure. the head of his cock catches at your slit, slowly pushing in. "made myself cum all over my hand just thinking about the way ye made a right mess of Gaz's mouth while i played with these pretty tits."
he makes an emphasis on those last words by pulling at the front of your robe to expose your breasts and then proceeds to fondle them. you feel more of his length pushing inside your cunt before pulling away. he does it again, sliding a little more each time.
"th-this is not just the t-" your words cut off into a long moan when suddenly, he thrusts deep. the stretch felt so good, it drowned every protest you had lined up.
"should i stop?" he whispers, pressing more into you.
you moaned, head tipping back on your shoulder. "no."
you mewled at the salacious noises rising as he fucked you against the sink and made you watch as you cum. he groaned in your ear as your orgasm triggered his and he spilled deep inside your pussy.
after Soap, all hell broke loose. you went from dealing with a near-four month dry spell to getting stuffed with a cock almost every day of the week.
Ghost took you on the couch the next week. he drilled you into the cushions while muttering something about making him suffer as you walked around in practically nothing and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. not your fault he was stuck having to watch you.
you told the same thing to Price the following week when he had you in the garden. you were terrified that someone might hear you but he told you that "you don't have neighbours, darling." he had far too much fun making you squirt all over his cock after he laid you down on your poor flower bush.
Gaz used the excuse of helping you bake till you found yourself gasping for air and bent over the kitchen counter. there was flour caked all over both of you but he couldn't care less about his expensive suit when he had you tightening around his cock as you begged for more until he was sure he was forgiven. he really did give the best apologies.
living in your new place didn't seem so bad anymore. you hardly had to worry about a thing, so you could definitely get used to this.
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banners by @cafekitsune mafia!141 masterlist offer a note in the picklejar
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angee1011 · 2 months
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OKAY BUT LIKE SALLY AND POSEIDON’S CONVO OMG
“Do you want to talk to him?”
Long pause. THUNDER rolls in the distance.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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danijaci · 3 months
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Sneaking glances
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books-and-dragons · 6 months
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percy jackson trailer AND hunger games tbosas trailer both within 24 hours, how we all doing?
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veryintricaterituals · 7 months
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Can we talk about the parallel between Guillermo's turning and un-turning.
His turning went so wrong, it wasn't what he wanted at all. We know our crazy, dramatic baby. He wanted a ceremony, he wanted it to be romantic and soft, he wanted vows and sacred words. He wanted to slowly expose his neck, he wanted whispered words, he wanted to feel safe and cherished. He wanted to be asked and be held and be seen and be accepted.
What he got instead was a badly lit horrifying ordeal. He had to take charge. Derek had no idea what he was doing. It happened in a backroom of a store, they kept getting interrupted by Derek's boss asking him to clean out toilets. Derek fucked up his bite. He almost died. "Have you done this before". Derek fainting. Blood everywhere. Anticlimactic, disappointing, not at all the culmination of his life long dream, of decades of service and love.
His un-turning on the other hand.
Oh Nandor knows him. He made up a ritual for him with a suitably dramatic name: "The Ceremony of Vampiric Transmogrification". He dressed him in robes which he put on him so softly and spoke to him so kindly beforehand. He got all the other vampires ready for him. He hung banners and lit candles. He wrote and spoke vows and sacred words to him. He gave him a choice and asked him a question. And when he got his answer he took charge and made sure everything went exactly as it should. He made Guillermo feel seen and loved and accepted, even if it broke his heart.
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mistysblueboxstuff · 6 months
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how we doin' fam
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knifeforkspooncup · 20 days
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OK, listen, so I know we're all feral over the way Aziraphale stares at Crowley with those fucking sparkling heart eyes that make me wanna eat my own socks.
But also, can I have a moment of unwell silence for the way Crowley stares at Aziraphale? The way his mouth sets in an almost imperceptible smile? The way his eyes could bore through a brick wall just to stare at his angel, even hidden behind sunglasses? The way his body orients to Aziraphale as he moves?
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Fuck
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