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#this is a joke i love him sm
m0th-rambles · 3 months
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Murdoc niccals makes me sick to my fucking stomach i want to kill him i want to hug him i want to bite him. I hate him!!
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bat-luun · 2 months
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literally the plot of sonic forces
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l3visthighs · 3 months
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He’s so charming :’)
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a2zillustration · 7 months
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I pulled Gale out of camp one day just to check his approval and it turns out he thought I was the greatest person in the world so I love the implication that he had a stupid massive introvert crush on Croissant and they had no idea since he never did anything about it.
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queen0fm0nsterz · 2 years
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his entire character arc
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the best husband to ever step foot in dulvey, louisiana 
(details under the cut)
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dakotameh · 17 days
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WIP The idea was to put up this version and one without his mask, but nOOOOO IT HAS TO BE DIFFICULT FOR ME TO DRAW HIS GOOFY AHH FACE LIKE-
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sharmoota-job · 7 months
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michael de santa is the most attractive fictional character ive ever seen in my whole life. hes so handsome. i would DIE for him
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homicidal-slvt · 9 months
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Vendetta Leon is like a cat that's dunked it's head in the water dish for the 15th time
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ibeewashere · 3 months
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Me, the little aromantic demon on Siobhan Thompson’s shoulder whispering in her ear: make adaine abernant aroace. do it. you won’t. make adaine abernant aromantic asexual.
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somestardeww · 4 months
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something with stiles x fem!reader ;D
¹reader is alternative (the style, lol) and is a bit provocative too, but in a confident way. ²contains inaccurate descriptions of college dorms, smut under the cut :)
side note: this was supposed to be something short, maybe a pwp lmaooo
Stiles was never a guy with a lot of free time, as he spent half of his time dealing with the supernatural and the other half was divided between his dream college and taking care of his father, who, even though he was much older than him, left your food automatically, without worrying too much about your health.
So moving into college housing freshman year at the age of 18 was a… frighteningly interesting experience. He feared for his father, even though Scott had assured him he would keep an eye on him. He had also forced his friends to talk to him if something supernatural happened in Beacon Hills (he knew that his friends would try to solve everything themselves so as not to bother him, but there was no harm in trying).
For the first few months he was alone in the accommodation, it seems the universe finally smiled on him; the privacy and peace he had to do everything, from studying to doing nothing, was incredible.
Well, until now. The middle of the college year was approaching, and with it some students who transferred from other colleges to their unit, for various reasons. This was apparently the reason why some dorms had one or no people when they were made for doubles.
Stiles was on his way to the principal's office to find out who he would be sharing a room with when he ran into her.
He doesn't know what he gave himself, but there was something about that person in front of him that attracted him in every way. He didn't realize he was staring until he saw you heading towards him, stopping right in front of him. He thought he might faint.
"you can take a photo, beautiful, it will last longer" She said and smiled. The tone wasn't mocking… it was more of an amusing tone, as if it had entertained her. "What is your name?" You speak, and Stiles takes a couple seconds to reason. Damn, after all those years of liking Lídia he really thought he would know how to deal with female people better.
"Ah, my name is Stiles! It's nice to meet you. You transferred, right?"
You introduce yourself and agree, and then ask him for directions "Can you tell me which is dominion 53? I was placed there"
Stiles didn't know if he would jump up and down with excitement or if he would curl up in a fetal position for the next few minutes.
That was his dorm.
"It's my dorm, actually" He says and scratches the back of his head, his hair was growing there. Maybe it was time to shave…
"Then show me the way, sir" You say in a slightly excited way, looking at him.
As you walk and talk through the halls on your way to your own dorm, he can't take his eyes off you. His alternative punk style suited his personality. He also noticed that it was very, very easy to talk to you, as if you had known each other for a while.
When they arrive at the dorm, he notices that you are impressed with the place, looking around for a while and then asking what your room would be. The place was made up of a common room, with a TV, sofa and bookshelf with some books with an armchair nearby and a small kitchen with a fridge, stove and some cupboards, with a table that was full of Stiles' papers, who thought the place very comfortable.
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After a few weeks you were already used to living together, and you talked every day like old friends. the table that stiles used in the room slowly started to be used by the two of you, who also began to study frequently together, sometimes spending the night studying some old cold and unsolved FBI case.
One of the only times of the day you weren't together was in your own classes and when you both went to sleep.
And as time went by, Stiles started to hate that last part.
Not that he didn't like sleeping, but, you see, it's not easy to sleep with a painful, throbbing erection between your legs, which starts releasing pre-cum whenever Stiles thinks about you in the privacy of his own room. That was the moment when, outside of classes, he had nowhere to divert the thoughts he had about you.
And he remembered well when you started to disturb his nights: it was when he went to gather the clothes to be washed, since it was his week to do this task, and went to his room. he hadn't found anything out of the ordinary, until the moment he picked up something… wet? He lifts it to see what it was and finds his panties all wet with obvious cum, they were almost dripping with something he assumed was his excitement.
until it got worse lmfao
A few nights after that, he found himself lying in his own bed,
with his limbs spread out while one of his arms covered his own eyes. He was ready to give in to taking a cold shower to try to get rid of that erection that wouldn't go away, because he avoided touching himself too much thinking about you (he would definitely remember this at some random moment of the day and would be embarrassed) when he heard a soft moan. He thought it was something in his own mind with tension, so he ignored it… until he heard it again, louder.
The noises became frequent and then the penny dropped: you were making a fuss. And apparently, I was thinking about him too, if the loud moans that said "Stiles~ oh, fuuucckkk" that you let out were anything to go by.
He stopped in his bed, frozen halfway to standing up as he listened to her sounds, which were getting louder and louder, when his hand automatically went to his own erection, squeezing it tightly as he sighed in relief at the light contact. His hand started moving up and down faster and faster, and he could feel his dick throb every time you moaned louder and he could hear it.
How were you? Was she squeezing her breasts, or was her attention focused solely on her pussy? Was she touching her own clitoris while thinking about his tongue there? He didn't know, but just the possibility that his thoughts were, for the first time, real, he felt his hips rise against his own hands as he tightened his grip on his own cock, increasing the pace almost automatically.
This went on for a few moments, but he wouldn't be able to get there, not with you touching yourself so audibly so close to him. Then he got up and left the room. Without thinking too much, so as not to lose his courage, he went to your door and was surprised by the fact that it was ajar, giving him a partial view of you, wrapped in the blankets with one hand between your legs, obviously touching your own pussy. , while gripping the pillow above you.
He sees your absolutely beautiful breasts move with your heavy breathing and, taking advantage of the exact moment when you moan his name in such an obscene and beautiful way, he responds:
"Yes Princess?" as he leans against the frame of his door, smiling as he becomes deeply distracted by the sight before him.
You look at him in shock, your movements stopping as you stare at him, speechless and analyzing the boy in front of you.
It was no secret to you how attractive Stiles was, and you really didn't know how he didn't have anyone to call hers. From the first moment you were enchanted by him, by how naturally funny he is and how he didn't judge you based on your appearance and style; right now he didn't seem to be judging you… he even seemed horny.
Seeing his expression and how he was behaving you relaxed on the bed, your pussy still pulsing as you gave him a drunken smile, saying "hi Stiles, have you been there for a long time darling?"
"I just arrived, but I've been listening for a while, yes. These walls are very thin, you know" He speaks and you pay attention to him. He turns more towards you as the words leave his mouth, him becoming more comfortable, and gives you the view of his cock forming a tent in the pants he probably wears without underwear.
"I know… why don't you come closer and tell me about it, pretty boy?" You talk and smile, patting the bed in an invitation that wasn't meant to talk about the dorm's infrastructure.
"Gorgeous woman speaks, I obey." He responds, heading towards you.
He gets to the foot of the bed and looks at you, saying "Hi" to which you respond by pulling him on top of you while kissing him.
"Do you realize how much I wanted to do that, baby? Kiss you like that?" You say, wrapping your legs around his hips and caressing Stiles' bare arms.
"I haven't wanted you for as long as I have, I guarantee it" He replies, holding your waist and kissing you on your neck, the trail continuing to your breasts as he feels your legs wrapping around him, smiling at the gesture while squeezing your waist.
"Why don't you show me what else you want to do to me, sti?" You speak finally, looking him in the eyes as he looks back at you, kissing your nipples.
"I would love"
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shaynetopps · 2 months
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“700 hours? that’s almost 700 hours”
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rodolfoparras · 7 months
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dw im not normal abt hairy!price, too.
because imagine coming back from work or something, and depending on your shift, just seeing price splayed out on your bed - naked. he's either bathing in the warm glow of your bedside lamps, lazily dozing off like an oversized cat, or either bathing in the pale light of the morning sky, quiet and softly snoring.
you just can't help but take a moment to admire him, carefully pulling back the cotton sheets to get a closer look at his body. any and all thoughts of appearing like a pervert disappear as you gaze down at his body, wondering to yourself if this is how aphrodite looks like.
his body hair is thick. it coats his chest in an array of fuzzy fur, reminding you of a bear. it travels between his pecs to his stomach, the fat there strong yet soft. it has you drooling and you're forced to swallow. it's a mixture of his natural color and silver, age catching up, and yet as beautiful as ever.
you're tempted to pull the covers down to take a look at the downstairs, eyeing the peaking tufts of his unclipped pubic hair, but think better of it when you feel price stir.
you glance up and watch his eyes flutter open, all tired and lazy, so warm, so beautiful, so tempting, it takes all your willpower to not pounce on him.
and so, you lean over, and kiss him on the forehead. you hear him grunt, his large, warm hand coming up to lay on your waist.
Mr pjc when I say this is FAWKING beautiful I mean this is fawking beautiful I was literally itching to read a price drabble and came online and saw this thank you so much🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️🧎🏻‍♂️
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druidberries · 2 months
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it's time for the love day party! everyone is having a great time except for Sophia :( Anthony said he'd be there but he hasn't shown up or responded to her texts
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okay raven 👍
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mc-was-here · 7 months
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LOSEERRR
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sc4llywag · 1 month
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The shift from January to now is INSANE.
January
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Vs Now!!
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The main differences I wanna point out are my inaccuracy to his proportions in the reference I was using. The main factors being his lips and jawline, I honestly was probably having a bad art day.
Compared to now I'd say I've improved a lot on Edward but I can cut myself some slack, this man is HARD TO DRAW DAMMIT.
I think it has to do with how different and harsh the lighting is in so many pics and scenes so fuck you amazing lighting(I love the change of lighting tho)
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