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navybrat817 2 years
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Respectfully and disrespectfully, fuck this week. 馃槀
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And Happy Friday Eve. 鉂わ笍
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muppetsnoopy 5 months
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they need to invent magic.spell that flosses and brushes my teeth for me and also tuckes me into bed soso cozy
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aleprouswitch 3 months
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Cobra Killer by Jaime Martinez, 2009.
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theoldkyokodied 1 year
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Uploading all my Tomgreg art at once from the past few week before season 4 hits, who knows in what kind of mental state i'm gonna be once it does :')
#tomgreg#succession#dont even talk to me i started watching this show when i had nothing to do at work and now i watch it with averiel my good friend averiel#and we are going to watch s4 together and i feel physically ill from bein so excited#so ya thats what ive been up to... anyway. i love these idiots they desever nothing but the worst (affectionate)#im also a tomshiv lover btw. im the one who yells 'THIS IS HOW TOMSHIV CAN STILL WIN' while they are actively losing on screen#thats the kind of person i am#dont look at me (lying on the floor)#okay i was not going to say stuff in the tags and let the art speak for itself but i NEED to point out details in the wine Painting..#i put a lot of work into that one. thinly veiled metaphors and symbolism yknow..#greg is gripping the stem of the wine glass with his full fist. tom and greg are dressed in the same outfit (sock garters included)#greg look appalled but he is not doing anything about the spill. tom is fondly pouring greg more and more wine. he is doing him a favor#i colored the red wine the same way i would color blood :) oh and tom is not really touching greg#only holding the chair in place. greg is making himself look smaller than he is like usual#oh and @ the person who said that it's the inverse of the tom and nate scene i love the way you think. i did not think of that before#but god. yeah. i actually thought about the scene change from when roman uhh.. christens his office in s1. the one with the coffee machine#i always go insane at that cut. this is not exactly the same since it's more.. about emotions but yknow.. it can be.. the same...
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hyunpic 5 months
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squishydem0ns 3 months
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"They say the family you choose is better-"
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Okay but THE FACT THAT HE'S THE ONE WHO SAID THIS? I know he was just trying to fuck with Lucifer but... found family monkey brain has been activated... admit it Al you're starting to get attached...
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thesiriusmoon 8 months
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Shoutout to Hugh Dancy for being the prettiest man ever, love you baby girl xx
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critter-of-habit 8 months
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Not to get emotional about my big dumb bird friends but, I love my big dumb bird friends.
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If you watch Sunwings in the late afternoon, they will keep their wings outstretched to catch the last sunrays on their solar panels. Then as soon as the sun sets, they panic. They'll frantically flap up towards the west, squawking and flailing, before landing and booting up their shields - they'll repeat this pattern over and over again until dawn. But why raise their shields when there is no active threat? My theory is, they're scared of the dark. Their source of energy and light is gone and their tiny bird brains don't know it'll come back again because they aren't programmed to know about "morning". So they boot up their glowing shields, wasting their power, so they have some light against the dark.
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Then the sun rises in the opposite direction and they go "...OH." and turn around to sunbath and recharge again.
So dumb, I love them.
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strawberry-pretzels 6 months
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did they literally. make his nose smaller. wth
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becca-e-barnes 5 months
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Thinking so much about clingy, mutually possessive, filthy sex and how much I just need that rn
The kind of sex where you and Bucky just can't feel close enough to each other. You physically can't get any closer than you are, his thick cock buried so deep inside you but you still need more of him. He has nothing left to give you and you're glad because if he was any longer, you wouldn't be able to take the rest.
You're panting against his neck, whining out your frustration each time he slides home into your warm, wet body. His own groans are low, rumbling from his throat and hanging in the humid air of the bedroom you share.
"You know I can't fucking resist you. I can't." Bucky moans, grasping one of your wrists, guiding it between your bodies, encouraging you to play with yourself while he fucks you.
"I can't say no to you. Fuck, I'm yours." You hardly hear what he's saying over the obscene, wet sounds of your body accommodating his.
Your fingertips rub against your slick clit and the sensation is almost too much. "You're mine." You whine against his neck, using your free hand to claw at his back, driving him impossibly closer to you.
There's something reassuring about the feeling of his skin on yours. It's hot and sweaty but it's so comforting being naked with him, enjoying the pleasure of each others' bodies. You don't feel vulnerable communicating your pleasure to him; you feel understood.
"I am." He groans, eyes fluttering shut, lost in the way your body clings to him. "All yours. And you're mine, aren't you? My good girl."
It's a relentless build up, each stroke taking you a little further than the last and at some point, the band just has to snap.
"I am." You whine, barely able to manage any more words than that.
"You feel like Heaven. You were made for me. This warm, tight little pussy fits me perfectly." His body still isn't close enough to you, not that there's any way you could physically feel more of him.
"You take me so well, you know that? You take every drop of cum and you still beg me for more. Fuckin' love it." Just the very mention of Bucky pumping his release into you makes your walls flutter, dreaming of the feeling of his thick load shooting into you.
"I can't last like this." You hear him mutter and you're almost glad because you're not far off either. "Can't last when I can see that pretty face." His eyes meet yours and he pulls you in for a kiss that stifles your moans for a few seconds.
"Bucky, please." You groan when he pulls back, rubbing yourself just a little too quickly now that you've gotten desperate.
"Go on sweetheart, let me feel you cum for me." It only takes a few more strokes for your high to take over, pleasure rippling through you in a way that leaves your legs shaking.
You almost miss the start of Bucky's release, given how distracted you are by your own but the unmistakable throbbing of him inside you tells you he's reached his own peak if his moans didn't give it away.
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rawrsatthetree 4 days
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I鈥檝e seen people compare Julian Devorak to Astarion, and honestly I think you鈥檙e all embarrassing wrong.
Gale Dekarios is Julian Devorak.
Astarion is Count Lucio
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wearecrowley 7 months
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*casually sharing a bottle of wine with your bestie*
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swiftispunk 1 year
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Can I request possessive, jealous Joel + comeplay 馃槼
hope you don't mind non, but i am giving this request the drabble treatment (thank you for sending this sorry it took 50000 years and half a bottle of wine for my brain to finally write it)
taking mine | joel miller x f!reader
REQUESTED ~ pairing: joel miller x afab!fem!reader word count: 800 summary: porn, no plot warnings etc: filthy smut, unprotected p in v sex, public sex, rough sex, established relationship, possessive!joel, (pretty tame) comeplay (honestly non hope this fits the bill lol), pet names (darlin', sweetheart, sugar) rating: 18+ minors dni
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Your palms pine for purchase against the walls of the Tipsy Bison's bathroom.
"You're mine," Joel growls as he fucks you hard from behind, his long fingers coiling over your hips, no doubt leaving bruises in the tender flesh there. "Say it," he orders you when your only response is a breathy whimper.
"I'm yours," you choke, and it's true, the way you curve to him proof enough of that, back arching at feeling the of his cock pounding into you, one of his hands suddenly tugging roughly at your hair, so you're craning to look up at him, eyes pleading as you repeat it - "I'm yours, Joel."
He reaches around you then to snake a hand up under your dress and grab at your breast, hastily pulling your back flush against his chest, hips still thrusting mercilessly up into you.
"How come I don't believe you, sweetheart?" he grunts, his breath hot on your neck, his familiar masculine scent an all-consuming thing. "Lettin' some other guy buy you drinks? Huh? Wearin' this pretty dress like you don't fuckin' know how much every man in here wants a piece of you?"
You bite your lip to hold back a groan when he pinches one of your nipples harshly then, not trying to be gentle about it.
"S-sorry, Joel," you say, voice barely above a whisper.
He slows his thrusts then, opting instead for jutting into you in short, brutal bursts that have your head falling back against his broad shoulder, again working to keep your desperate moans inside - too scared of being overheard. But it's hard; each snap of his hips against yours hits that spot inside you that you has your knees going weak and your brain going fuzzy.
"Now you're quiet, darlin'?" Joel presses, noticing the way you're biting down wildly on your lip, holding back every little sound that threatens to escape you. "Couldn't stop talkin' to him and now you wanna be all quiet?"
You'd just been being nice - at least that's what you'd say to anyone who asked. Truthfully, you'd known your harmless banter with the friendly stranger would elicit this response from Joel.
Frankly, you're not complaining.
So you appease him, letting a soft but deliberate moan slip your lips as he nips at your neck, his thrusts increasing in speed again at the sound, his own grumbled groan echoing against the skin above your collarbone.
"There's my girl," he murmurs his approval. "Now tell me again, sweetheart. Who do you belong to?"
He's fucking you to finish, his rhythm faltering, his breath coming in quick, harsh gasps as his knees threaten to quit on him, his arms around you now a stabilizing thing.
"You, Joel, only you," you promise him.
"Show me," he demands, pulling out all too suddenly, leaving you dripping and gaping, as he turns you over and maneuvers you on to your knees before him.
You look up at him hungrily as he furiously pumps his cock over you.
"Mouth, sweetheart," he orders you and you oblige without question, parting your lips wide for him.
He strokes himself hard and fast, guiding the tip of his cock into your waiting mouth just in time to spill his sticky seed over your tongue with a stifled groan and a hand on the wall behind you.
You're ready to swallow it down dutifully, but instead, Joel firmly grips your jaw steady with his hand, forcing your mouth to stay open wide, so he can see his hot come smeared over your tongue and coating in the inside of your mouth.
"Don't swallow it yet, sweetheart, not till I say."
You can only nod, mouth full of his come, dripping out over the corners of your lips.
"You're my girl, you're gonna let me see my come in that pretty mouth."
He reaches down to dip one of his thumbs into your open mouth, indulging in the feeling of his viscous come mixing with your spit. You flick your tongue a bit, just to get a better taste of him (and maybe to make a little show of it for Joel). That makes him smirk before he's suddenly pressing his thumb further into you, so some of his come is pushed to the back of your throat.
"Swallow, now, darlin'."
He keeps his thumb in your mouth so you have no choice but to close your lips around it as you obey, swallowing down his salty, bitter come, never taking your eyes off his.
"Tell me one more time, sugar," he says, removing his thumb from where its still trapped between your lips, shifting his hand so his palm is resting against your cheek. But the hard edge in his voice has faded, giving way to dazzling awe at the sight of you on your knees, a few stray drops of his seed caught on your chin, gazing up at him dotingly.
"I'm yours, Joel," you say again.
"I know you are, sweetheart," he smiles, helping you to your feet as you both readjust your clothes and pray to god no one overheard that.
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A/N: uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sorry
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rickybaby 4 months
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@.danielricciardo: A nice lunch with a nice bottle of Ric red
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lunarharp 4 months
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hehe. almost christmas!
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cinamun 6 months
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Proof | Next
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