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#WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN
rivka-kopelman · 3 months
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sluttywonwoo · 9 months
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omg i have had such bad mingi brain rot and i figured ‘who else to go to other than mother kaili?’
that g.i mingi pic is SENDING me into thoughts of him fucking you with his hands behind his back with that shirt between his pretty teeth to showcase you those abs he knows you love so much, his pants pulled down only to his glorious thighs as his hips sink into you with ease. i think he’d release a few chuckles when you fuck yourself back onto him, but they would quickly turn into a muffled, deep whimper when ur cunt tightens around him at the sounds.
- ur old pal, all cap minghao anon
the shirt between the teeth… the hands behind his back… WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU
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your dress is pushed up around your hips, a pool of fabric on the mattress underneath you. it was the middle of the day, the sun was still out, but mingi just couldn’t wait.
at least that’s what he’d told you as he’d pulled your panties to the side and ate you out on his knees at the foot of your bed— unrelenting until you came all over his tongue (and nose).
he hasn’t bothered to undress himself either. he’s just fucking you with his pants pulled down under his ass. he had been kind enough, however, to lift his shirt up so that you could see his tummy. he’s got the hem of it between his teeth, holding it in place so you could watch his muscles contract with every thrust. he’s thoughtful like that.
you’re clenching around him like crazy, making him swear incoherently into the material of his shirt. it’s so hard not to cum when you’re doing that but he knows you can’t help it. you’re still all sensitive from making a mess on his face a few minutes ago, and the way he’s fucking you now is only pushing you closer and closer to that edge again.
mingi slows down for his own sake but you take it upon yourself to resume his pace on your own, desperately chasing that feeling as you fuck yourself on his cock.
“mmph- fuck, baby, wait…” mingi grunts, hands coming from behind his back to grab your knees.
“i can’t,” you whimper.
he tries holding you still but somehow you overpower him, probably because he’s splitting his focus between manhandling you and not cumming.
“you’re… you’re gonna make me cum if you don’t stop,” he protests.
“i know, it’s okay,” you pant, “i’m, fuck, i’m going to cum too.”
he sort of half chuckles and nods. “i can tell. but i didn’t want to cum yet. wanted it to last l-longer.”
mingi manages to get you to stop moving by wrapping one of his massive hands around your throat and squeezing just a little. works every time.
“could’ve fooled me with the way you didn’t even let me take my clothes off,” you quip, strained.
“that’s because i was in a rush to fuck you, not to cum. did you just roll your eyes at me?”
“maybe.”
your boyfriend scoffs, shaking his head. “you know, i was going to let you cum… but since you want to be a brat, i think you need to earn it.”
your smile falls. “wha- please no, i’m so close!”
“i know. but you should’ve thought about that before. now you just have to pray you can hold on until i think you deserve my permission.”
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ineffableaddiction · 1 month
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A Theory?
I had a strange thought as I was watching Good Omens for the 1,462nd time.
In A Companion to Owls, there are a lot of crossover references. For instance….
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When God is speaking to Job, Crowley indicates to Aziraphale that just being able to ask a question of God, even if they don’t answer, is something he’d want.
In S1, we see Crowley asking questions to God directly. He and Job are the only ones shown speaking directly to God.
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Also in the same minisode, the pattern of Crowley “tempting” or rewarding Aziraphale with food (and eventually drink) begins.
I wonder if Aziraphale’s love of food is because food reminds him of that day.
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Phase 2 of Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship began that day. Both of them recognized that they were the same - the only ones from both sides that only went along with their respective side as far as they could. This brought them even closer. They both risked so much to save a few children.
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It was the first time post-fall that Crowley and Aziraphale worked together. This would continue, with some push and pull, until… well, forever.
This is also where trust begins to build in earnest, at least post-fall.
There’s also this:
God: Can you send lightening bolts and get them to report back to you?
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Has this been something Crowley’s always been able to do, or is he gaining skills to possibly get answers from God one day? (Why was I discarded?)
Which leads me to a weird question….
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What if God had a bet with Satan about Crowley and Aziraphale?
Hear me out. Crowley has pre-fall memory lapses. He has been on Earth since the beginning, even though both God and Satan must know that he’s not doing the evil that one would expect from a demon. He rarely gets in trouble for any of his good deeds.
Aziraphale, likewise, has been on Earth since the beginning of. As with Crowley, Aziraphale rarely gets reprimanded by heaven, even though he’s “thwarting the will of God.”
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I’m thinking, because Crowley and Aziraphale had established some form of attachment (even if minor) that perhaps Crowley was sent to hell with the fallen angels, even if he didn’t necessarily “deserve “ it per God and Satan’s bet.
Would Crowley corrupt Aziraphale and make him fall? Would Aziraphale bring Crowley back to heaven?
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And what if, because Aziraphale and Crowley are THEM, and they love each other for who they are, this game, or bet, failed.
Our ineffable duo instead created something no one anticipated. They became an US.
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weirdlookindog · 3 months
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Charles Addams - Where have you been?
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oifaaa · 10 months
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I personally believe jumping should just be a baseline function in all video games if I'm controlling a little man on a screen I want to make him jump god damn it
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formulaaone · 3 months
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Logan - Puma x Williams Racing
(also proof of life)
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currentlycoping · 1 month
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he's so beautiful it hurts
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autoerotictrepanation · 9 months
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hp-hcs · 8 months
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“Where have you been?”
Mrs. Weasley, a short, stocky woman with a shock of red hair, stood menacingly in the doorway, hands on her hips.
Harry unconsciously flinched back, taking a half-step to the side, a little bit behind Ron. Mrs. Weasley’s eyes caught the movement, and her gaze softened at his frightened expression.
“Harry, how good to see you again, dear,” she smiled warmly in his direction, her voice dropping down to soft tone she used with injured bowtruckles or restless ghouls. He had hardly grown at all over the summer, and looked much too thin. No, that won’t do at all, she mused, flicking her wand back towards the kitchen and nodding to herself once the clattering of pancake batter mixing itself could be heard.
“Beds empty!” she turned back to her sons, her voice rising again. “No note! Car gone! You could’ve died! You could’ve been seen!”
“They were starving him, mum!” Ron protested. “There were bars on his window!”
Mrs. Weasley paused and softened. With one last glare at her sons, she turned back towards Harry and invited him to breakfast. She watched as Ron pulled Harry to the table, talking practically a mile a minute about new quidditch strategies.
“Mum,” George murmured, tugging on the sleeve of her jumper. “They really were. We saw-”
“His old bedroom-” Fred cut in.
“In the little cupboard-”
“Underneath the stairs!” the twins finished in unison, both obviously troubled.
Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips and risked a glance over her shoulder at the two youngest boys. Next to Ron’s much more lively appearance, the dark circles under Harry’s eyes stood out much more.
“Wait till I send those Dursleys a howler and give them a piece of my mind,” she muttered, shooing the twins towards the table.
“These are fantastic, Mrs. Weasley!” Harry said in a bright but timid voice, the stack of syrup-drowned pancakes in front of him already half gone.
“Yeah, mum,” Ron piped in. The twins loudly expressed their agreement.
Molly Weasley sat back in her chair and studied Harry’s figure, trying to decide what color to make his next Christmas jumper.
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rivka-kopelman · 8 months
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a-septic-mind · 2 years
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Whenever Jackieboy returns I would love to see the trope wherein the music is swelling and it’s a big deal as he comes to face the other egos.
There’s a beat of silence.
And Henrik just decks him in the face.
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euesworld · 1 year
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"Hey darling.. where have you been my whole life? One things for certain, I'm glad you're here now.. I just wish that I had met you earlier. You are beautiful for what it's worth.."
I don't know how or why I met you but I am thankful for it every single day - eUë
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fairyygore · 1 year
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rihanna on the set of “where have you been” music video
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lamelarts · 1 year
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I drew some coaches from Just Dance game 💜😊
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Here is the close up for each of them 💜
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This is when i was practicing muscles anatomy as you can see hehe 🤭
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dilfsisko · 5 months
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the absolute betrayal in going to pet one of my cats and they're fucking WET
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ofdarklands · 4 months
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hey why does my cat's fur smell like clothes detergent
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