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karryalane · 7 months
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waystarrs · 16 days
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what I think their sexualities are
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marlocandeea · 6 months
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Richard Burton, Elizabeth Taylor, Peter O'Toole
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yes-divine-ruler · 10 months
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(18+!!) ok wait so… It’s Halloween… you’re out with Tate… he can’t keep it together because your costume makes him horny.
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Tate holds your hand tightly as you both venture down the sidewalk. His costume is eerily familiar. He wears a long, black trench coat and his face had been painted in likeness to a skeleton. His blonde, usually curly, hair is slicked back out of his face. His grip on your hand tightens as you pass by other people your age, some shamelessly taking in the appearance of your revealing costume. Much to Tate’s annoyance, you insisted that Halloween was the one time of year you had an excuse to dress like you were begging for it. The delicate lace that decorates your cleavage distracts Tate more than once. His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans just from lingering beside you. At times, he takes a moment to trail behind you to catch a glimpse of the mounded flesh of your ass cheeks from under your tiny skirt. You know what his game is, of course, and occasionally brush the back of your hand across the front of his jeans. Tate doesn’t take to it lightly, and after teasing him for the forth, and final, time, he has no choice but to trap you behind a big, oak tree in the park and bend you over. His fingers make quick work of your panties, tugging the thin, soaked piece of fabric down your long legs. Your ass jiggles around his hand as he sinks his fingers into your dripping cunt, curling them upwards to press against your sweet spot. “Thought you could tease me and get away with it? In that little, slutty costume?” He mumbles huskily against the shell of your ear, tickling his nose with the freshly-washed hair on the side of your head. You smelt like vanilla, and a hint of coconut. A sweet and sensual scent that had Tate moaning softly against you. Tate spits, directly onto your needy cunt, using his fingertips to spread the saliva over your pulsing clit. “Tate, please, I need you inside me,” you plead, reaching around to grasp onto his throbbing cock, sure to be staining his boxers with smears of pre-cum. Tate unveils his rock-hard length, stroking it with a mix of your arousal and his saliva. He teases you, circling your entrance with the leaking tip of his cock. Caving to his own eagerness, it’s not long before Tate is stretching you out with his girth. Your fingernails dig into the flaking bark of the tree, trying your hardest to find the leverage you need to soften each ravaging thrust. Soft whimpers turn into loud, destitute moans. Tate’s hand wraps around your mouth to stop the ruckus you’re making in an attempt to shield you from the eyes of passer-byers. “That’s it baby, take my fucking cock. You love how it fills you to the fucking brim, don’t you?” Tate’s grip on you only get tighter as he slams into your poor, little cunt, using it to alleviate his painful desire for you. Stars appear behind your closed eyelids when Tate’s free hand slithers down between your body and the trunk of the tree to stimulate your swollen clit. “Uh fuck- can feel you squeezing tight around me, let up sweetheart, you’re going to make me cum,” Tate seethes behind clenched teeth, the lewd, squelching sounds each thrust pulls from your dripping cunt pushing you both a step towards release. It’s not long before the intense pleasure of Tate’s tip nudging against your sweet spot sends you over the edge. Tate holds you up as your orgasm washes over you in big, tremulous waves. Tate growls into your hair, a few last thrust just enough for him to let go inside of your clenching walls. When he pulls out, he’s quick to pull up your panties, rubbing over the cloth to make sure his cum stays with you. “You’re gonna walk around the rest of the night with these soaking wet panties. And I don’t want to hear a single complaint. You little tease.” He tucks himself away, and taking a hold of your hand again, he begins to pace down the sidewalk like nothing happened. Even though, you can barely stand on your two feet from how weak your legs are now.
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giddyaunt425 · 1 month
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My first attempt at text posts
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clownplushie · 3 months
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"i dont even care about saw yaoi that much" i say, as i draw this
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devotionals15 · 2 years
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Devotional 200: Infallible Purpose, Immutable Promise
The Word of G-d calls us to higher standards. Will you rise to meet them, or turn away?
Hebrews 6:13-18 God’s Infallible Purpose in Christ 13 For when God made a promise to Abraham, because He could swear by no one greater, He swore by Himself, 14 saying, “Surely blessing I will bless you, and multiplying I will multiply you.” 15 And so, after he had patiently endured, he obtained the promise. 16 For men indeed swear by the greater, and an oath for confirmation is for them an end…
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one-time-i-dreamt · 6 months
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I got kidnapped by Peter Griffin and he put me in a room with some stormtroopers and a giant squirrel.
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sincericida · 1 year
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Andrew Garfield being the Oscars meme for the 2nd year | 95th Oscars
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jasonswh0rre · 2 months
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Jason Todd Headcanons
🌸 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 🌸
ꨄ He likes to rub your thighs when he's contemplating sometimes he might do it un subconsciously
ꨄ I think he would like forehead kisses they give him a sense of comfort
ꨄ Better at showing rather then telling his emotions
❥ (for ex: say it’s Valentine’s Day rather then tell you Happy Valentine’s Day he might surprise you with a rose or chocolate and think nothing of it)
ꨄ After care would be him putting the covers on you and kissing your forehead he might rub your shoulders while you rested on his chest
ꨄ Teaches you self defense and how to shoot a gun so you can better protect yourself when he’s not there
ꨄ As a father, Jason's protective instincts are dialed to 100
ꨄ Behind closed doors he can be a teddy bear, and a bit clingy
ꨄ A lazy day for Jason looks like in the bed with you sleeping by his side while he reads a good book
🔥 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 🔥
★ Puts too much pressure and emphasis on the idea of weakness and strength forcing himself to be strong to protect you
★ Panic attacks himself awake
★ He might put you through the ringer to just see if you'll try to leave him, Jason is doing this because after all he's been through he doesn't want to open his heart to the possibility that someone is trying to reach towards him
❥ (So you better keep my man happy 😒)
★ I think possessiveness and abandonment issues play hand in hand like he might not be there for you consistently but he is expecting you to still remain loyal to only him
★ I have this idea that he’d probably have your home bugged so he can see you and know what’s going on should he need to protect you
★ Should there be a moment when you are pregnant he might leave the decision to you but that doesn’t mean he won’t not encourage you to terminate the pregnancy
★ If you keep it he will not be that present physically and when he is it might take him emotionally a while to adjust. He might still try to provide you with the financial aid tho
★ If there was ever a moment where he scared you he would see the fear in your eyes and just leave without saying another word giving you and him space for an unknown prolonged period of time
★ Is prone to dissociation or bursts of rage if he’s reminded of his trauma
☀️ 𝖲𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖾-𝗈𝖿-𝖫𝗂𝖿𝖾 ☀️
★ Smokes when he’s in stressful situations but does tries not to make it a habit
❥ (it’s canon he smokes since it’s implied he was the hooded man in the corner)
★ His go to alcoholic beverage is whiskey
★ Favorite meal: pot roast
★ I know Arkham Jason was never put in the Lazarus pit and never got that white streak we all know and love so I headcanon that instead he probably has peppers of gray hair
I think in the beginning when he checked his reflection seeing that he had gray hair may have left him self-conscious so he'd probably dyed it black but over time he lets it show mainly from just not caring anymore
★ Wears a back brace to correct his posture also has a back brace embedded into his suits
Injuries he potentially could have would be several scars across the body, minor joint pain/swelling, shoulder discomfort
★ If Jason was a father I've always pictured him as a girl dad 🎀 I can't explain it
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jasonsthunderthighs · 9 months
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karryalane · 8 months
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squibo · 4 months
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nkp1981 · 8 months
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TARDIS 21, a Chicago Doctor Who convention in 1984
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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year
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Riding Tates face, but the boys so turned on he also cums in his pants. ❤️ I love your acc sm
You kept yourself up right with the support of Tate’s chest, the accelerated beating of his heart pounding through his skin and into your palms. His wet lips and tongue lapped at your sopping folds, one of his hands reaching upwards to knead your left breast. He was a moaning, spluttering mess under you, as your hips rut upwards every time he’d slide his tongue inside you.
“Tate, my god, that feels so fucking good,” you couldn’t contain your praise, and Tate couldn’t get enough of it. His cock pulsed behind the confines of his boxers, his toes curling with every lewd compliment that left your parted lips. He devoured you, lips wrapping around your clit and suckling on it gently.
Everything about it felt so intoxicating, and soon he’d formed a tiny wet patch where beads of pre-cum began to stain his boxers.
Every low moan that was elicited from Tate shuddered through your tense body, every minute of his pleasurable assault pushing you closer to your sweet release.
“Tate- fuck- I’m cumming.”
Your declaration had Tate chasing your orgasm, his lips swollen and his tongue aching as they expertly worked at your pussy.
When you came, Tate couldn’t contain himself any longer, revelling in the way your moans laced with profanity circulated the room, and the way your thighs shook around his head.
You didn’t have to touch him, not even once, for Tate to release himself, coating the insides of his boxers in a warm puddle of his seed. You groaned at the sight, letting Tate pepper kisses down your inner thighs between soft pants as you watched the last few twitches of his thick cock.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Tate muttered against your pussy, “everything about you is just so fucking pretty.”
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giddyaunt425 · 5 months
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