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xinyuehui · 10 months
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This is my new favourite picture of them (ㅅ´ ˘ `)
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peachsayshi · 9 months
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can i request smut with utahime? 😩 making a usually cranky utahime really desperate and needy begging you to play with her pussy? 😭😭
➳  minors / ageless / blank blogs dni
⥽ notes: exes; wlw; smut; dirty talk; f (oral receiving); tension
"tsk, tsk...is this why you decided not to join us for the evening?"
the amusement in your voice only prompts utahime to pout with frustration. there is a noticeable tension resting in the space between her brows, and her big, brown doe eyes spark with irritation. however, the blooms of pink surfacing beneath her cheeks is proof of her embarrassment and a clear indication that she wasn't expecting you back at the hotel room so early.
your eyes can't help but follow the path of her soft curves. her cropped see through tank outlines her pointed nipples, and she hesitantly pulls her bare legs close to her chest to stop herself from lewdly flashing you a view of her pussy.
break ups are never easy, but somehow you and your ex still manage to get caught up in these sticky situations because of your work.
you fold your arms across your chest and jut your hip to the right, staring at utahime like you're about to scold her for what she was doing but instead a teasing smile lights up your face.
"y'know, if you just wanted to rub one out you could have said so..."
you see her jaw twitch. "what I do to relax during my spare time is none of your business anymore," she grumbles through gritted teeth.
"ha! it is my business when we are sharing the same room..."
she adorably huffs before turning her head away from you. "you said that you weren't going to be back until midnight and didn't inform me otherwise..."
"you can thank satoru for that," you explained, "he allowed shoko to buy him a few drinks"
you ease your stance as you saunter closer to the bed. a flush of red kisses utahime's neck when she returns to meet your gaze, because she sees that you're crouching down to the floor to pick up her discarded underwear.
"what are you-"
you interrupt her mortified statement by stretching the the white fabric between both hands. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, maintaining eye contact with her as you shake your head in disappointment.
"how do you always manage to soak through these?" you flirtatiously mock, but it only results in utahime snatching her underwear away from you.
"argh, I'm going to wash up," she announces bitterly, forgetting herself for just a moment as she stands on her two feet.
your hands circle around her waist, and you hold her place as you gently seat her back down onto the mattress.
"aww, look at you getting all riled up. tonight was pretty stressful, but I didn't think you would be this wound up..."
you feel goosebumps prickle her skin with your gentle touch as your hands motion over her hips to her thighs as you slowly spread them apart.
"I'm just tired..." she mumbles in defeat.
"I can tell, baby girl," you coo as you lean your cheek against her plush thigh. "want me to take care of you? just for tonight?"
maybe it was stupid for you to ask knowing that it's barely been six week since the break up, but how else were you going to admit that catching her with one hand up her shirt and the other knuckle deep in her pussy completely turned you on?
she's struck with confusion, but upon considering your offer you see her finally start to relax.
"only tonight," she concedes, feigning a level of confidence as if to pretend like she's drawn some magical boundary that would separate you both.
you smile as you kiss a trail up along the apex of her thigh, moving closer and closer to the pretty space between her legs.
you gently massage circles over her pubis, rubbing along the patch of trimmed dark hair. you can hear her breath slowly start to increase, but it isn't enough for you to fulfill her desire just yet.
"please don't tease me," she begs, motioning one hand to her chest as she squeezes her tit over the fabric.
"no?" you reply.
she shakes her head, and you see tears start to form in her eyes from the anticipation. it only makes you wetter seeing how hot and desperate she is, and the sight of this stunning woman crumbling before you is one to truly behold.
you boldly swipe your tongue up along her slit, humming at the taste of her essence before repeating the action once again until you’re swirling over her tender clit. you suck on it softly, massage your tongue across the bud before guiding two fingers back inside her pussy.
"oh, fuck, thank you," she pants in between her moans, her own hands moving to find the back of your head as she softly ruts her hips against your movements. "thank you, thank you, thank you..."
⥽ requests?
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pls.....my feminization kink goes crazy rn...honestly the whole post is just insane,,,,he looks so fuckable and he fucking knows it😭😭if u can elaborate pls do😩i think i won't be right in the head very soon because...BECAUS—
honestly anytime juni comes out wearing a skirt or a collar or a fucking crop-top fjkahaklhja, i go completely feral😩😩this is no exception
holy hell, just imagine making him ride you, bunching the skirt up around his hips as he falls apart on top of you. lifting it up just a bit so you can watch with every bounce, the length that's disappearing inside of him and the consequent whine that tumbles from his lips as he braces his hands on your chest for support
and that mf top😩😩, pushing it up and telling him to hold the hem with his teeth as your fingers brush over his pretty nipples. the muffled moans he lets out and pleads for more that you can't quite make out absolutely sinful
"sorry baby, what was that? i can't hear you."
if he drops it out of his mouth then you stop and scold him. with his flushed fucked-out expression you aren't really sure how much he gets but he definitely understands "keep it in your mouth or i leave you here all needy bunny."
it's so hard though, because it just feels so good and all he wants to do is moan so loudly but then the shirt will fall and you'll stop☹️
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eliiilamar · 8 months
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YUHHH THE FINISHED PRODUCT OF THE LIL HOBIE THING I DID THE OTHER DAY 😩🫶🏻
Height Difference.
hobie x short/ chubby fem! reader.
WARNINGS: light smut (nun too serious, a lil thigh kissing and marking, a lil chest kissing and marking) no use of y/n, and hobie being a lil ass🫶🏻, and reader is bi. good stuff is under the cut.
enjoyyyy<3
You walked around the show hall, calling softly.
“Hobie?”
You couldn't see him anywhere. That is, until you heard a distant, "Yes?!" He seemed annoyed.
You looked up to see him sitting on top of a large speaker high up on the wall. "What do you want?"
Your eyes widened as you looked up at him before putting your focus on a stray seam in your skirt and picking at it.
“Uhm… You okay?”
He sighed.
“I’m fine. I just had to get some space. That's all." He glanced down at you. "Why are you calling for me?"
“You were just not with everyone else.”
You finally got the seam out. “Also, do I look okay?” You gesture to your outfit, which consisted of an old cropped band tee that hugged your breasts nicely, a red and black plaid skirt, a denim sleeveless vest, a studded belt around your waist, and black hightop platform heels.
"You look fine," Hobie said nonchalantly. He tilted his head back against the wall.
"Why do you care about how you look anyways?"
“Cus… It’s my first show with you guys. You lot have done this before. I haven’t. I wanna look decent, at the very least.”
You play with a coil of your hair anxiously.
"Don't fret it too much," Hobie said, "If you look too good, the girls might go crazy for you."
He smirked.
“Wouldn’t want that, would you?”
You roll your eyes and mutter.
“The guys don’t go crazy for me, I wouldn’t mind having a lil girl on girl action with another female. At least it’s something.”
"...You're Bi?"
Hobie seemed surprised by this answer.
“Yea.”
Hobie thought for a moment.
"You know, I'm bi too." Hobie looked at you, seeming to ponder.
"If you're looking for something..." He looked to the crowd, where they were setting up the equipment.
"Want to come up here and, y'know..."
You raised an eyebrow and smirked.
“Come up there and what?”
"And... you know..." Hobie leaned forward, looking right at you.
"You and me... alone together."
He smirked back, eyes piercing though you. You rolled your eyes and tried to climb up with a huff. But you were short, and had tiny legs.
Hobie looked at you with pure amusement.
"Aww, you poor thing. What, can't reach me up here?" He scooted forward, getting closer to you. His face now closer to yours.
You scowled at him and pouted. “Not everyone can be frost giants like you, Hobie.”
He got closer, now sitting on the edge of the speaker and looking down at you.
"I'll make an exception for you, you tiny thing." He smirked, putting a hand out for you to take.
You take his hand, a small pout still on your plump lips. Hobie lifted you over his shoulder with ease, getting a nice view as he put you down beside him on the speaker. He smirked.
"See? Even frost giants make exceptions." In a smooth motion, he reached his arm around you and pulled you in close.
"We could hang out here for a while..."
You roll your eyes, your cheeks flushing lightly. “What are you smirking about?”
"Hm? What, you want me to say it?" Hobie smirked.
He pulled you back tighter around him, your head now resting against his chest. "I thought you were all tough, but look at you now."
“How am I supposed to be tough though? I’m short, and chubby. Not much toughness to have.”
"Hey, you might be cute and short, but I wouldn't say you're chubby. You're perfectly thick."
Hobie put his head back against the wall, wrapping the other arm around you to hold you more firmly.
He sighed, "God, why is this so comfy?"
You smile and lean into his chest a bit more, bringing your hand to the one that was wrapped around you and lacing your fingers with his.
Hobie's face turned pink as he blushed a bit, not expecting you to have put your hand on his.
He stayed silent for a moment, letting you lean in.
"Hey..." He said quietly.
“Hmm.”
You held your hand that was holding his up, noticing the difference in size. You turned his palm towards you and placed your palm on his, looking at the different lengths of your fingers.
His palm was about twice the size of yours, his fingers being longer than yours.
He stared down to see what you were doing, and chuckled when he noticed.
"You like the difference in our sizes?" A smirk curled up on his face.
“ ‘S not funny. Makes me feel tiny. But also… Safe, at the same time.”
You had a slight pout on your lips as you took one of your fingers and traced along the lines of his palm. “You’re so much bigger than me, you know? You could probably do whatever you wanted.”
His blush got more noticeable as what you were saying hit in. He gulped.
"I... You know I like being in control," He looked at you with a smirk, "But I wouldn't do 'whatever'.
"After all, I have a thing for... tiny little things."
You looked up at him, giving him doe eyes as the color of your irises and the brown of his clashed.
“Yea? Well… If you wouldn’t do ‘whatever’, what would you do?”
His face got more and more pink, his tone getting quieter and quieter. "I uh... I... Well... You know..." He said, his voice being a whisper at this point.
Hobie looked at you and swallowed one last time.
"I'd rather not say..."
“Cmon.”
You smirked, your heavy gaze traveling to his lips for just a split second.
“Tell me. Use your words, Hobie.”
He looked at you and sighed.
"Well... I... You're so cute... I'd want to..." He swallowed.
He looked at you and raised a single eyebrow as he stared down at you. "I want to make out with you..." His cheeks were bright red at this point.
You smirk, your cheeks flushed as you turn around, still sitting in between his legs. “You do?”
He smirked, his gaze being right down at your lips.
Hobie nodded, still with that smug look on his face. "I want to make out with you, so, so bad..."
You sat down, your lips slightly parted, and your already thick thighs squishing together with the movement, making your skirt ride up, exposing the soft, plush skin of your thighs.
“I want the same.” You were breathless, and spoke quietly.
Hobie looked down at you, noticing your skirt and looking back up at you. He smirked.
"Oh, do you?~ Then we'll make it that way..." Hobie leaned in close, wrapping both of his arms around you.
"You are so... soft..." His free hand came down and began to caress your thick thighs.
You flushed and looked at his lap for a second.“Can I- Ahem. Can I sit? I-in your lap?”
"You want..." He had a devious smirk on his face. "...To sit on my lap?"
Hobie chuckled, looking down at you with a mischievous grin. "Don't blame me if I can't control myself, alright?~"
You nodded and climbed into his lap, straddling him. You tried your best to keep your weight off of him as much as possible, feeling too heavy.
"Hey, don't worry." He said softly, caressing your thighs again. "I like my girls a little thick anyways."
"I'm enjoying this." He said, his voice being low. Hobie smirked, still caressing your thighs.
I placed my hands on his chest, drawing small circles on his pectoral muscles through his shirt.
“ ‘M not too heavy, right?” You kept your eyes averted, embarrassed that you might be hurting him.
Hobie chuckled, "You're adorable. No you're not too heavy. In fact... I like this."
Hobie kept touching your thighs, his hands now moving to your hair and gently stroking it.
"I can tell you're nervous. Why?~"
“Cus… I’m bigger than most girls. I don’t wanna be doing something with you and end up like… hurting you.”
You kept your eyes on the speaker below you as you spoke. “That’s always been a fear of mine. It’s why I’ve barely done anything. I had a boyfriend once, he asked me to uhm… R-ride him, but then told me I was too heavy.”
He smirked and kissed one of your ears.
"Well, you don't have to worry about me... In all honesty... I'm really enjoying this."
He placed both of his hands on your legs, lightly sliding them back and forth. "I mean, just look at those legs... They're gorgeous."
Hobie's voice was almost a whisper as he spoke. "I could eat them up..."
“R-really?”
Your face was flushed, and your pink lips slightly parted and sparkly from your lipgloss.
He smirked and nodded. "Oh yeah..."
Hobie looked up at your lips and his smirk grew. "And I've got my eye on something else..."
He looked back down at your thighs as he squeezed them."Y'know, I'm getting thirsty..."
Once again his tone was in a whisper.
“Then get a drink.”
Your lashes brushed your cheeks as your eyes went half lidded, gaze glued onto his hands that stayed on your thighs.
Hobie glanced up and saw your half-lidded, lustful eyes. He chuckled and said, "That's not the thirst I'm talking about, sweetheart..."
He squeezed your thighs and turned his head, kissing one of your legs. "God, those thighs look so succulent... Can I have a taste?"
You nodded your head, and bit your lip softly.
You felt Hobie's lips press against your thigh. They stayed there for a moment, and then, they began to slide... up and up and up... inching their way up. Your eyes widened and your breathing became heavier, your face a deep scarlet.
Hobie looked up to you, his eyes staring into yours. "You're liking this, aren't you, sweetheart?"
You whimper quietly, your nails digging into your palm as you nodded.
His tongue pushed out of his mouth, tasting your thick thigh as he pressed his lips against your skin once again. "God, you taste... amazing..."
He slid his tongue out again, making it slide even higher. "Don't be shy now, love, let me taste you all~"
“Mnh- H-Hobie~” His tongue continued to slowly slide up your thigh, eventually reaching your stomach.
He stayed there for a moment, staring at you as if asking for permission to continue. "Please, love... Let me...?"
You nodded and sighed happily. “G-go ahead.”
His tongue touched your stomach for a moment and you felt it wiggle a bit before retracting again. "That was nice.... but... I want more."
His tongue shot out once more, sliding slowly towards your chest. "May I..?"
“Yea.”
His tongue touched your chest for a moment before sliding up towards your neck, licking and tasting the skin. Hobie looked up at you as he licked.
He then slid his tongue down the side of your neck, his free hand now moving to grab the back of your head, holding you in place as he continued to lick.
You hum and tug on your shirt lightly. “You want it off, Hobie?”
Hobie didn't say anything, but instead slid his tongue up along your chin. You could feel it touch your bottom lip and he stayed there for a moment.
Hobie was blushing like crazy, unable to speak as he stared at your lips so close to his tongue.
You kissed him softly before lifting the shirt over your head, revealing your breasts in a light pink lingerie bra, with a small red ribbon in the center.
Hobie looked down at your breasts, his face still warm as he stared and his jaw dropped.
"Holy... they're nice..."
You giggle softly and blush. “Thank you.”
Hobie's face got even more red as his eyes darted back to your eyes. He was speechless, still holding your head in place as he stared right at you.
"They're..."
He cleared his throat.
"God, I'm drooling... Could I... Taste?"
You nod, a light blush settled on your cheeks, and you smiled softly. The rest of the world faded away, and Hobie brought his lips down to the soft skin of your chest, sucking and biting softly.
You bit back a noise at his touch, and he moved around your chest, leaving blooming hickeys in his wake. Bringing your hands to his shoulders, you let your head fall back, and he went to go pull the strap of your bra down.
“Oi! The bloody hell are the two of ya doin’?”
You jump at the sound of your bassist’s voice, and scrambled to pull your shirt back over your head, an embarrassed flush covering your face. Hobie, however, just sighed, annoyed at the interruption.
“What’s it look like I’m doin’, mate? You’re interrupting.”
He glared down at your bandmate, and yo buried your face in the crook of his neck.
“I have zero fucks to give. Get your asses down here, we have a sound check that needs to be done. And be quick about it, yeah?”
Hobie scoffed and pushed you off of him gently, climbing off the speaker and holding his arms out to help you down.
You both walk to the stage, holding each other’s pinkies, him looking smug, you looking highly mortified that the two of you were caught.
“I was probably too loud, I’m sorry, Hobie.”
“ ‘S okay, love.”
He leaned in, smirk deepening.
“I’ll just have to finish what I started later.”
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millersdjarin · 1 year
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domestic, married, old couple in jackson headcanons with joel plsplsplsplspsplspslslspsls
anonnnn you are SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE 😩😩👌👌
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Joel loves to sit on the porch with his guitar after the sun sets, after you've all had dinner and Ellie's hanging with friends. You'll go out there, appreciating the moment of quiet, of stillness, and bring him a cup of herbal tea - which he always complains about, because it's not coffee or whiskey, but he always drinks it anyway, because you say it helps him sleep and he'll be damned if he turns you down - and you'll sit in the chair beside him beneath the porch light, nursing your own tea while he plays gentle tunes. He'll glance at you every now and again, give you a little smile, push his foot along the deck so he can press it up against yours. When it starts getting chilly and stars are bright in the sky, he'll finish his final song and stand up, leaning in to kiss your forehead before beckoning you inside.
Even after years of being together, years of being settled in Jackson, this man is still touch starved. You'll be doing something mundane like washing the dishes, reading a book, even just arriving home after a night out at the bar. He'll come to you, wrap an arm around your waist, kiss your neck, the back of your head, wherever he can get to first. His beard is getting longer along with his hair and you never tire of feeling it brush against your skin.
And he'd never admit it, but he loves to dance. Just with you. Just when you're alone, or sometimes, if he's feeling especially overcome with affection for you, when there's a dance at the bar and one of your favourite songs comes on. He'll hold you in the kitchen, swaying as the record player sings into the room, the soapy water in the sink going cold with the dishes only half done. He just loves to hold you close, to press you to his body, to step to the music and hum tunes into your neck. At dances, he'll coax you from the wall or the bar, saying, "C'mon, darlin', indulge me. This song is yours, I can't not dance with you to it, can I?" and, sure, it's usually after a few whiskeys when his capability to be embarrassed goes out the window, but you don't mind. You'll always indulge him.
Even if indulging him means listening to his rambles about the shitty construction in some of the town's homes, and how he's gotta fix all of it because if he doesn't, it's not gonna get done properly. He's got more callouses from helping out around the town than he does from patrolling or playing guitar; he's gruff and grumpy but he'll never turn down someone who needs help, someone who's roof is leaking, who's porch step has broken. A few residents start using wheelchairs or walking sticks as various ailments crop up in the community, and Joel and Tommy build them ramps for their homes, transform living rooms into ground floor bedrooms. He doesn't ask for anything in return.
It's impractical, and it takes forever to set up, but bathing together. Joel will do the arduous task of filling the tub, always brushing off Tommy's grumbles about using up the street's hot water, paying for it by taking an extra patrol here and there. You're blessed with a nice, big bathtub in your house; you sit between Joel's legs and he'll wash your hair, cupping a hand on your forehead so the soap doesn't fall into your eyes, pressing gentle kisses to your bare shoulders any chance he gets. You rub his legs, then turn when he's done and wash him, enjoying lathering soap in his chest hairs and down his arms. In the candlelight his wet skin glows and you wonder how you got so lucky, to find this tiny corner of peace and tranquility in the midst of the end of the world.
"For the love of God, Joel, go to the doctor," you say to him for the hundredth time one week when he's got an earache so severe that he can barely even eat, and what feels like a temperature is rising on his forehead. He just needs some antibiotics, but he's refusing to go and ask for some. "I don't want to be a bother. It'll clear up." He'll say.
It doesn't clear up; two weeks go by and one side of his face is swollen. You're sick of it; you bring the doctor to him, instead. Practically forcing it on him, but you don't care. He sits grumpily while the doctor looks inside his ear for all of two seconds and says, "Yep, standard ear infection. It's got pretty bad though; you should've come to me sooner. You're going to have to be on the antibiotics for longer and we might have to try a few types. You need to rest and drink plenty of water. No patrols or strenuous work; you'll get a fever."
He complains at your smug smile when she leaves. Looks down at the floor, grumbles something about the doctor being dramatic.
He takes his meds, though; takes them when you hand them to him with each meal, each time getting looser, more generous with his appreciation. Now he's kissing your hand when you put the pills in his mouth, mumbling a "thanks, darlin'" after he's swallowed.
"Just do what I say in the first place next time, yeah?" You tell him.
"Yeah, yeah. You're always right, honey."
"I am always right! Took you long enough to realise," you tease, and he punishes you by grabbing your waist, pulling you into him and kissing you until you forget that you'd made dessert.
Sitting and reading together is something you do a lot. You'll lie against the arm of the sofa with your legs in his lap, one of his hands on your thigh while his other holds the book he's reading. Sometimes, when you're too tired to focus or you just want to hear his voice some more, he'll read aloud to you. Turn the lamp on the coffee table on when it gets dark and crickets are chirping outside, always glancing at you to make sure you're still awake.
You always are; he reads good books, and he reads aloud well. Surprisingly well. You wonder if it goes back to reading to Sarah.
He tells you as much one night when you're getting ready for bed. He'd read to you the entire evening and he's just putting his reading glasses on the nightstand when he says it, quiet in the dim light of your bedroom.
"Did you read to her a lot, then?" You reply softly, getting under the duvet when he pulls it back for you.
He nods, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. "Yeah. She used to have nightmares. The stories helped. We did it so often that I guess I got good at doin' all the voices."
You can't help but smile at the concept; the image of Joel getting really into a kids' story and making up voices for each character, wanting to make it as dynamic as possible to keep the nightmares away, to fill her mind with only the good stories. Only the happy endings.
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bless this. i could go on and on. pls send headcanons, requests for headcanons, etc, any time you want <3
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brickstick3000 · 2 years
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hm hm dom eddie munson? sounds fucking delicious 🌝 imagine if he graduated and m!reader surprised him in a slutty graduation outfit 😩🤌🏽 gown w a wide ass boob window and cropped hella short at the bottom and w fucking thigh highs? babessss … lemme just— 🏃🏽💨
You know when you're so shocked you just can't help but look around in awe? My eyes are bulging rn. This shit--- YES! I HAVE to write it omg.
❧✎Satin Socks
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Dom!Eddie Munson x Sub!male reader
CW: ⚠️18+ | Minors DNI⚠️
"Honey, I'm home!!" Eddie cooed, bouncing through the doorway.
Finally, after far too many years, the Eddie Munson had graduated. No more school. No more homework. Just living it big.
And... moving in with Y/n.
With his backpack slung around one shoulder, Eddie kicked the door shut behind him.
That was weird. Y/n was usually back by now, and yet the house lay still.
Stepping into the kitchen, the no-longer senior rummaged through his boyfriend’s cupboards (treating the place just as rowdy as Wayne's) and retrieved a packet of chips.
"Good ol' post-graduate food." He grinned, popping the wrapper open and crunching down on the flavour.
Eddie kicked off his sneakers and returned to the hallway, making trek for Y/n's room. Up the tiny stairs and through a cramped, little landing...
"Oh, L/n!" He hollered with a flourish, but to no avail. "God, where the hell is he?"
Shuffling through the packet again, Eddie stepped into Y/n’s bedroom, pulling out the biggest chip he could feel.
"Mm-m-mmh." Damn those were some good ass Cheetos-
Munson paused. Eyes widened at the bed before him with a chip half dangling from his lips.
 
There, laying down with the largest and most evil smirk he’d ever seen, was Y/n. Staring daggers into Eddie’s soul. Skin glowing beneath the sun.
"Hey... babe?"
Eddie’s eyes moved heavily, up the length of his body.
"Hi, Eddie.” The honey sweet tone of Y/n’s voice hummed back in response, deliberate and low. It made Eddie's cheeks warm. As the man watched, unblinking with those sultry eyes, Munson took a moment to fully take it in.
He looked ethereal. Along his charming legs stretched two lacy socks, delightfully clung to the muscle, and printing lines into Y/n’s skin at the folds. His limbs unfurled like ribbon, painted flush, and adorned with blemishes, which trailed up his body until the mess of patchy hair. Eddie wished to kiss it all. To follow those thighs beyond Y/n’s clothes and explore every inch of him. But Eddie could see no further than the shadows of his dress.
The material moulded perfectly to Y/n’s form, accentuating each contour and masculine curve as it rolled over pointed hips. His boxy waist led straight into bone and a slowly expanding rib cage until there was nothing but skin. Through the boob-window, which pulled far too wide for Y/n’s breast, were a pair of reddened and glossy nipples, perked up and cradled in a bed of chest hair. Stunning, was all Eddie could think.
Y/n’s lips curled into a smile.
"Had a good day, honey?" He asked, gazing over a hip as his boyfriend placed the chips down, shuffling meekly forward.
"Uh- it was pretty good, yeah." The hairs along his neck prickled all squeamish under Y/n’s eyes. His knees reached the mattress.
"Yeah? How’s it feel being an actual adult, now?" Taking an elegant leg, Y/n pressed against Eddie’s chest, eyeing the way his face contorted and folded, confused.
“I’m older than you, Y/n." He rolled his eyes. But that retort didn't change much, because the man still had a foot in his shirt, drawing patterns through the creases as he seemed to ponder something. Then, leaning forward, Y/n was breathing hot against Eddie’s face.
“In that case, baby. I was thinking, maybe you wanted to do something a little more… grown up.” With a pop to his lips, Y/n sighed warm air between them; ghosting a kiss over Munson’s mouth.
"What..." this was completely alien to him. It was sex, but without the stupidness. No jokes, no laughter. Just this strong throb of intensity, thudding in Eddie's ears. And he was losing himself to it.
"Don't worry if not... we can just go smoke at the gara--"
“What d’you mean... by that?” Y/n's lips pulled back into something unreadable.
"Well, Munson," his tone fell, low and dark. "Why don'cha find out?" Baring his teeth, Y/n dropped his leg and tugged Eddie forward.
Suddenly there was a rush of breaths, and Eddie was relishing in the weirdness of it all, moving his tongue against Y/n’s with haste. He dragged his palms over Y/n’s thighs, rocking them into the mattress and digging his nails into the flesh. The bed pulled his knees in as Eddie straddled either side of Y/n's hips, his gown edging backward until their crotches collided. Y/n sighed at the stretch- his thong poked damp and tight at Eddie’s crotch, all of it burning. Fiery and rough and L/n struggled against each jolt and rut.
"Shit, Eds." Y/n seethed against his cheek, groping at Eddie’s back through the leather. It stuck sweaty to his fingertips and peeled away all flaky. His other fist tangled in Eddie’s russet locks, never having known something so passionate and fighting the urge to tug them out. Y/n choked back a moan.
“Keep going, Eddie. Don’t... don't slow down.”
Munson’s chest squeezed up, finding consciousness at the sound of his whines. If Y/n wanted it, he could have it. But Eddie only worried more that he'd push too far.
“Are you sure? We’ve never—” Munson's scalp was tugged back, harsh, and ripping a grunt from his throat.
“This is my gift to you, Eddie,” Y/n’s crotch rubbed eagerly upward, throbbing through the silk.
“So, fucking use it.”
With his lips parted and moaning breathless, uncontrollably, Y/n fell back, releasing his fist from Eddie’s scalp and letting himself be completely ravished. Munson didn’t wait much longer. He began to fumble with the belt, reattaching their lips in a zealous rush as the joints of his fingers ached horribly against the zip.
“Baby…” Eddie whispered, prying away with an indecent squelch of their tongues. His dick rested red and throbbing between them, being cupped by a restless hand. Y/n’s eyes stared wide, into his. “Is it okay if—"
“Yes.” Y/n didn’t care what it was. He just wanted Eddie.
Then, his face lay right in line with Eddie’s dick. The tip leaked translucent and pearly white where it glinted in the sun light and twitched prettily at each graze of Y/n's breath. He couldn't wait to take Eddie whole.
Y/n’s mouth closed around the head, sliding until it was lodged behind his teeth. The skin began pulsing through him and saliva bubbled past Y/n'a swollen lips. Eddie pushed forward.
"Ah, Christ." he hissed, eyes squeezed as skin disappeared into the heat. The slide of fluids and tongue lathered Eddie’s length all sloppy. It was grim to look at, but the feeling couldn't be matched.
A palm slinked behind Y/n's head, entangling with the locks, and trying for some kind of support as those lips tortured. They suckled Eddie's dick something devious: right at the base in a spot that clenched Munson’s stomach.
Y/n’s fingers wrapped around Eddie’s thighs, gripping at the muscle to drag himself further down. With the veins pulsing along his palette, Y/n finally had Eddie bottomed out. The man’s throat ripped itself a guttural moan, vibrating through the room without restraint, and in no time, his hips were rolling. Finally, the slap of sweat on Y/n’s cheeks had begun- of all his power had been taken Eddie was using him as he’d begged him to do. Y/n’s body went lax, back leaning prettily inward as his nails dusted the backs of Eddie's legs.
"Ah, that's it, Y/n." Munson breathed, trying to hold the other’s eyes, but sweat wouldn’t stop leaking from his brow, and with each passing second Eddie’s will degraded. As L/n worked his magic, Eddie’s shirt turned see through, sticking gross to his chest and drowning Y/n’s nostrils with each thrust. He wanted that man a mess.
Shoving his dick down Y/n's throat Munson let loose, snapping his hips apace. Skin collided hard and sticky in the middle with Y/n's cheeks now reddened sore and tear stained. His garble of sounds attacked each nerve ending in Eddie’s cockhead, overly sensitive and overstimulated by the tug and stretch of muscles. Y/n slurped messily around the skin until his throat could speak no more, contracting in silence. Not a groan escaped him as Eddie’s waist snatched back and forth.
The man watched on at Y/n’s utterly defiled body. Pliant at his will and all for Eddie. Those pretty lashes creased in pain, glossy and unblinking as his jaw rattled around. And all it took was the positively gorgeous look of ruin spread across Y/n's face that cramped up Eddie's limbs.
His spine caved in, holding Y/n's head close as the edge ripped through. His rough panting thrummed in time with each spasmic thrust. And Eddie just knelt there, freezing whilst every ounce of his body buzzed aflame.
Once the huffing and cursing calmed down, Eddie slipped out, his dick now limp and spent of every ounce. Y/n's face replaced the shield of skin: swollen lips and spit-drenched eyelids
"God L/n, love you." Eddie collided their mouths together, kissing him swift and passionate. The distant taste of musk swept by once he pulled away. “Are you okay?” A weak smile broke out across Y/n’s face, lips chipped and dried up white.
“Yes, Eds. More than ever.” As his throat croaked the words out, Munson’s calloused fingers came to stroke the tears from his eyes, placing kisses everywhere he touched.
“I don’t think it’s fair though, Y/n. Surely you need to get rid of this boner of yours. It looks painful.” Eddie’s big eyes gleamed with something dangerous. Something very new. “But catch your breath, okay? Then we can finish this off.” Eddie's lips ripped back into a grin as he groped the rock-solid dick strained between them. And any sane person would have been scared off by that smirk. By the devious tone Eddie had.
But not Y/n. No, because he wanted it just as badly.
😀😀 wow I hate this. Definitely gonna rewrite it, but for now, so that I don't leave you waiting any longer, take this trash. Srsly what happened? I beta'd it times and had sm motivation at the start... bqut then... UGH
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Some more headcanons for you 😌
- Eddie is not a "You like that band? Name 3 of their songs 😠" kind of dickhead, he's actually super thrilled when people like the same music as him. And when someone he has a thing for likes it, he's so excited to have something to connect with them on, and it makes them just that much cooler to him.
- He's an absolute expert at the "Quick, pretend to be my boyfriend so this creep will leave me alone!" game. He'll do it for his friends, for a total stranger, for a girl, a boy, anything, and at the drop of a hat. He gets real theatrical about it, too, the dramatic little shit. But he never forgets to make the person he's helping out feel safe.
- (this one is really indulgent self-projection but) Eddie l o v e s a good Renaissance Faire. Strong chance he would work at them when he grows up (just trust me on this, it's where the Eddie Munsons of this world go). And yes, he absolutely wears a kilt as part of his costuming.
- He is a raging bisexual, and I am prepared to die on this hill. The crush he has on Kirk Hammett can only be matched by the one he has on Elvira.
- He is incredibly impressed by any kind of home-cooked food. He doesn't know how to cook (although I bet he'd be good at it if he learned), so he mainly subsists off TV dinners and takeout. Someone could make him box brownies and he'd think it was the best thing ever.
- When he reads to someone (of course he loves to read his favorite books out loud to people), he always does the voices, and sometimes he gets excited and he acts a scene out.
- This is a cat man. He loves cats, and cats love him. There are a bunch of strays, I'm talking at least 6, that he feeds around his trailer. He can't bring them inside because his uncle has allergies, but he makes sure they all have flea collars, and he sets out nice boxes and soft pillows and blankets for them to sleep on. They all have names. His favorite, the one he would bring inside if he could, the one he'll probably take with him if he ever moves out, is an old, scraggly orange boy with like one eye, ⅔ of one ear, a mouth full of snaggleteeth, and a cropped tail. He calls him Tom Sawyer, and he CLAIMS it's after the Rush song, not the Mark Twain character, but he's lying.
- He's a switch and a verse. And he's all about service. I said what I said.
- He's an absolute sucker for a classic cheesy fantasy movie. Dark Crystal, Willow, Labyrinth, The Princess Bride, The Last Unicorn, all of that stuff. I know people think he's a horror movie enthusiast, but they simply don't understand his love for Legend 😩
- He loves vegetables when they're still crunchy, hates them when they're cooked into mush.
- His uncle had more of a hand in raising him than his parents ever did. *Sally Field Aunt May voice* He is HIS boy!!
That's all I've got for now. I could keep going forever tho 😂😂😂
honestly i'd let you keep going forever these are GOLDEN
all of these are so near and dear to me, but that ren fair one? as someone who is going tomorrow again - you're fucking right. all i do when i'm there is think "this is eddie core, that's so eddie core! oh, EDDIE CORE!" he absolutely would go, and he absolutely would work there. he'd be amazing at it. it's also the one place where he's not worried about bullies. there was a fic once i believe that pointed that out - it's too nerdy for him to worry about bullies showing up there because they wouldn't be caught dead attending! he'd love dressing in character and would find it all so endearing. he'd be a sucker for all the girls in corsets, for all the little stores and all the neat attractions. at mine, there's a little attraction where there's 'mermaids' and i just know he'd probably be besties with the mermaids, hanging out with them and bugging them nonstop. he's cool there. he's respected there. i just know our boy would thrive.
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It's Just A Date!
(💌) paring: mike wheeler x popular!femreader
summary (🍧) : you and mike have a tea date at your house, but your parents don't like him.
warnings (🩰) : fluff 🐑, <light> angst, foul language, small making out, a little spicy but not smut, intentions of sucking off?. lmk if I missed any (not proof-read btw)
aged up!mike and (y/n) (🎧)
lower case intended (⛸)
(a/n) : enjoy lovies! 🦢💋
you and mike have been planning this tea date for months now, mike was skeptical at first because he knows that your parents don't approve of him and you can't really understand why, he's perfect in every way possible, his jet black hair, is pale skin and is rosy pink lips that you adore sm (and that you love kissing btw). your parents tell you, "(y/n) why you dating him?" or "you can date anyone on the basketball team." and honestly, you were tired of their bullshit! every single fucking day they tell you this, they sound like your snake friends who also say that same shit every day.
you go to your closet and pick out a cute outfit for your tea date with mike today at your house, you chose a pink low-cut crop top that exposed the top of your tits and a short white pencil skirt that kinda showed your panties and your thighs (😩) , but you didn't really pay much mind to it because you knew that he wouldn’t care about what you were wearing but oh, you were very wrong. mike knocked on the door and when you heard it, you jolted up from your bed to answer it, running down the stairs all excited, the table was set up perfectly with heart cookies , the table cloth was hearted shaped, and the sugar cubes was made into little hearts. when you got fully downstairs, trying to not trip out of the excitement in your body, the door swung open and there stood your boyfriend mike wheeler, he was looking down at your outfit , because of your outfit was so revealing and he was staring hard. you didn’t even let him speak to you, instantly, you take his veiny, pale hands into your, warm, soft hands leading him into the dining room where you've set the table up for your date. he pulled a chair for you, as you sat down to your tits bobbed up and down he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off your— . “mikey are okay? you seem out of it.” you ask him with concern , he suddenly snaps back into reality, attempting to straighten himself to look presentable “o-oh yeah i’m fine (y/n). he responds stuttering and smiling awkwardly , you cover your mouth beginning to giggle and sliding down your chair as you can tell what he was looking at now, as your giggles became louder it was becoming more apparent to him that you caught him in the act, “ your so obvious mikey” you say as you start giggling again , you tease “is there anything you find interesting about my outfit babe? hm?” , mike awkwardly smile again and says “uhm , not really..” then he picks up a cookie from the plate then starts to eat ,his eyes still focused on your outfit.
~ 20 minutes later ~
both you and mike were sitting on your couch watching tv , you were sitting on his lap your hands were delicately placed on your skirt, and one of his hands were placed in your inner thigh and the other was holding the tv remote , “ i’m getting tired mikey~” you whine turning your face from the tv to mike, placing your hands around his neck , he looks up and you and your are batting your eyes at him and pouting your lips , mike loves when you do that , they way your lips complain and they way you bat your eyes at him but he will never admit it, “one second babe, i’m trying to watch something .” he answered slightly annoyed, still eyeing the tv “oh come on mikey! pay attention to me !” you whine again while pouting , mike turns off the tv and looks at you “why are you so needy ? what do you need princess?” he asks with a sweet smile, you lean in to kiss him, connecting your lips together as his tongue slides into your mouth making you let out a small moan he chuckles at this "jesus mikey! why cant you be quiet?" you say with a smile, as you lean in to kiss him again, he rest his hand on your thighs then you bite your lips looking down at him . 3 minutes in into your make out sesh you pull on his pants ,now he knows what you want, "i don't think so sweetie" he says smirking.
(a/n) : sorry this is so short, and srry is very shit :( i'll prob to a part 2 if this does well and if you lovies want it ofc . have a great day / afternoon/ night ! take care of yourselves <3 💓
(a/n) : sorry if i made any mistakes too aswell xx . i need a long break and some motivation lol
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This week's find is an edit of 2007 Northanger Abbey movie to the song Seven by Taylor Swift. The TikTok shows different clips of Catherine, Henry Tilney, and General Tilney as the lyrics run along the bottom of the screen in a stylized white font. Edits, generally, can be a range of things, but in my research are typically videos in which footage from a movie, TV show, or celebrity is cropped and rearranged to align with a chosen song. Taylor Swift songs themselves are becoming increasingly popular in mainstream media, but have been popular for quite a while in the #booktok and fandom scene on TikTok and Youtube. This song in particular, Seven, can be found in edits for everything from Harry Potter to Five Nights at Freddy’s. Typically, it is used to highlight an unhappy home life with the phrase “your house is haunted” and an escape from that home life with another character in a platonic or romantic relationship with the phrase “I think you should come live with me”. 
For Northanger Abbey in particular, I think this song was an interesting choice. With the first line, “I think your house is haunted,” over a clip where Catherine is talking to Henry Tilney followed by a clip of Catherine walking through what I assume is Northanger Abbey (side note: I have not watched the movie, but I did some IMDB sleuthing), it sets up Henry as the “your” in this song and thus the idea of Henry Tilney’s house being haunted. This brings us back to the idea we discussed in class of Jane Austen flipping the tone of the novel from a story about a naive girl on vacation to one of a gothic novel as Catherine arrives at Northanger Abbey. Northanger Abbey is described in a large amount of detail as Catherine tours it, but also in how Catherine sees it at night and daydreams about it. Northanger Abbey, in this way, builds up to this sort of scary haunted house in the mind of Catherine. Following this line is, “your dad is always mad and that must be why,” with a clip of General Tilney storming around a corner. In most edits, the creators use mad in a sense that I usually think of it, as being angry, which I think applies to how the General looks in the scene. However, while I was considering this edit, it seems like maybe there’s a double meaning here. As Catherine builds up this haunted house in her mind, she becomes convinced that General Tilney murdered his wife. She starts to obsess over all of his actions, turning what could be construed as pretty typical behaviors to evidence that he must be coping with murdering his wife. Mad, aside from meaning angry, can also mean crazy, something that could probably be used to describe someone who’s murdered his wife. I don’t often think about this meaning of the word “mad” but I think it’s a really interesting application here, whether the creator meant to use it in both of its meanings or not. After this is the line, “I think you should come live with me.” This follows with more scenes of Catherine and Henry Tilney together (side note 2: my best guess based on the emotions of the recurring scene shown of Catherine and Henry talking is that it is when Catherine tells Henry she thinks his father murdered his mother, I could be very off here because I haven’t finished the book, but I wanted to put an official guess out there for when I do watch the movie). As I have not finished the book, I can only really hazard a guess based on previous edits I’ve watched, but I think the general meaning of the rest of the video is to (hopefully) convey how Catherine and Henry find happiness in being together despite the sort of haunted sadness permeating Henry Tilney’s home.
And for some added enjoyment, here is some other Northanger Abbey media I found that made me giggle and I would analyze given more time:
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talkfantasytome · 2 years
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14, 27, 28👀
14. do you think you’re dehydrated?
Typically, my answer would be no. But, today, I'm not so sure. lol I haven't drank as much water as I typically do, which is usually around 72 oz. I should probs down my full bottle tonight before sleep. 👀
27. what’s your favorite or go-to outfit?
Oh, hmmm...that's so dependent on for what...for just a casual summer day, I have this black crop top I can wear without a bra, and these cute black smock-ish shorts with little white flowers, and they're high waisted enough that I'm not showing off my tummy. That's a really common outfit. If I'm looking a bit nicer, that same shirt or this white crop I have with one of my maxi-skirts (also high-waisted, obvi). For lounge, I have this thing crop sweater with one orange sleeve and one pink sleeve that I love, and it's a bit longer than my other crop sweatshirt, which is nice so I don't get cold on my back. lol
28. last meal on earth?
UGH...but I love food! 😩 I guess I'd have my parents take us to our favorite restaurant. And for appetizers I'd have some clams on the half shell, a small helping of their caesar salad (omg, it's the best caesar ever! for real, I can't explain). And then my main would be their steak sandwich. They always cook it right, and it's just a slap of steak on top of a piece of garlic bread (like a big baguette type bread), with french fries and the crispy onions sprinkled on top of the steak. Sooooo tasty! And, I mean, it's my last meal, I can splurge and have it all, right? 👀
Weirdly specific asks I'd love to see in my ask box. 😄
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I just started playing hades yesterday because it's free on gamepass (for xbox) and you are right. I fell in love with ares and now I can't stop thinking about yandere ares because GOD, he's so fine 😩😩
God, it really is such an entertaining game, and the characters are all so unique and distinguishable. I was watching a review of it once and someone brought up how you can technically screenshot dialogue and crop just the text box and you can usually tell who is speaking just from their mannerisms and choice of words and such and it's like. It's a good writing detail to have people speaking and acting distinctively that they're recognizable like that! It can be very tricky to have a large cast of characters and have everyone be their own person without too many similarities to one another
Anyways. Ares is hot 🥵 he's not the stereotypical violence-loving hothead that you would expect from a depiction of the God of War. He's one of the most eloquently spoken out of all the Olympians, he's respectful to the members of the House of Hades and the Cthonic Gods whereas even his own father Zeus referred to Nyx the Mother of Night as a simple concubine for his brother, though he has plenty of rough edges like bickering with his sister Athena due to their ideological/moral differences and, well, his own constant craving for destruction which he's actually very open about. Hell, even when Zag (controlled by the player) gets on his bad side by choosing another God over him, Ares is eventually like "wow you killed those guys i sent after you so well, how can I possibly be angry after such a fine display of violence uwu" so he's got sort of an honor to him as well
He is definitely into chasing/hunting/predator-prey shit 👁👁 chasing around his escaping darling or darling-to-be with the thrill of the hunt, like an animal going in for the kill, but I mean, instead of killing you, he's just gonna fuck you reeeal hard.
Like goddamn, Hades has really awoken all my sluttyness for Greek mythology 🥵 all these fine ass Greek gods and goddesses and gender-neutral cataclysmic entities give me all sorts of ideas. Ares and Athena fighting over the same darling, Ares taking Reader as his little war prize wife after conquering them in battle, Ares forcing you to be trained in combat and then getting horny when his adrenaline is pumping and you have a busted lip, struggling against him--
He would definitely get off on you fighting to resist him and that's really the worst part, that he'll never get so tired and frustrated that he'll let you go, only becoming more and more obsessed and enamored even as you try to beat the shit out of him 🥰 and besides, you're just giving him a nice excuse to get a little rough and handsy with you anyways; he thoroughly enjoys asserting his dominance over you and reminding him that while you may be his darling that he would move mountains for, he's still the one in charge
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gallusrostromegalus · 4 years
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can you please tell me how you deal with pests in the garden because your plants look soooo healthy and beautifuk. i started gardening this year for the first time (excessively, due to boredome because of quarantine) and i have an amphid INFESTATION that i can't seem to get rid of😩
Ok but you may not like the answer.
These funky lil dudes:
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North American Yellowjackets is a common name refering to two genera of Hornets,  Vespula and Dolichovespula, and these Neon Flying Babes are THE MOST voracious predators of catepillars, aphids, beetle larvae, and other bugs that like to chow on crops and flowers.  There’s an annually reoccuring nest on my house (last year it was 30 ft over the front door, this year I think they’re under the porch) and that hungry-ass colony LOVES my garden and there’s usually a dozen hunting in it during daylight hours.
100% plant-safe, organic, nature-based and highly effective pest control.
Contrary to popular belief, they aren’t aggressive- I can water, weed and harvest with them around and they don’t give a shit about me.  The undeserved rap comes from the unfortunate circumstance of:
1. Yellowjackets are sensitive to the color Yellow it looks like other yellowjackets, and Yellowjackets love hanging out with thier buddies and fucking up rival wasps.
2. Yellowjackets are freaked out by sudden motions, like plants waving in windy conditions or humans waving arms in a panic
3. Yellowjackets release a pungent odor when crushed that causes every other yellow jacket in the are to FREAK because under normal circumstances, a crushed friend means HIVE IS UNDER ATTACK RED ALERT IT’S A FUCKIN BEAR GO GO GO!!
4. Yellowjackets fuckin’ love cooked chicken.  the smell of a bucket of KFC will summon every yellowjacket for half a mile around, instigating a hornet turf war, and when some kid inevitably panics and smashes a wasp, they go from Hype to KILL A BITCH and then someone gets stung in the eyeball.
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
But as long as you move slowly and aren’t eating a chicken sandwich? they don’t notice you.  Wasp has other, caterpillar-related prioroities.
Oh and to keep up with the really teeny pest like mites, treehoppers, microisopods etc, I also encouraged a shitload of these to hang out: 
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This is the Bold Jumper, the big jumping spider you might see around, which has bonkers good vision and can even see the moon about as well as we can. They’re harmless and adorable and my only complaint about them is that sometimes they want to hand out on my arm and not leave and I’m always worried Im gonna hurt them trying to budge them off.
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Super model pose oooh you so fancy girl 😍😍😍🖤🖤🖤, from head to toe 😍😍😍😍, tumblr messing up , inside and out 😍😍😍😍, deep lounging 😍😍😍😘🤤🤤🤤, today more death stuff/spirit communication , herbs .. oooh you think wegmens will have some loose herbs ? If so I'll get for us and put it in your package 😍😍, Tumblr messing up , muah muah muah 😘😘😘😘🖤, dang its 1oclock already 😯, time just goinggggg , I can't wait for us to go bowling 😍😍😍, I never been before 😩, I'm excited to go with you , and lasertronnnn , Tumblr messing up ,
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My Princess I gotta get you a crown 😭😍😍😍
AIt's only right 🤷🏾‍♀️🖤🖤🖤
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Tumblr messing up , at the store , maybe a black crown? What you think baby? 😍😍😍I think it would look good on you , tumblr messing up ,
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Beautiful 😍😍😍😍, would you eat this?
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It's an open vegan sushi bowl 😍😍😍, it looks good, wish I could send you some but it would probably mess up in transit /shipping 😩, Tumblr messing up , I'm finding somewhere to charge up , how you doing baby? 😍😍😍tumblr messing up , wraps my arms around you 😘😘😘😘😘🖤, wanna look at some clothes baby?
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This has a matching bracelet how cute is that? 😩Tumblr messing up , I think it would look good on you 😍you like this ?
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The middle looks funny though (the bra ) what you think baby? Tumblr messing up , that's royal blue ,
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Tumblr messing up , this babyyyyyy 😍😍😍😍, Tumblr messing up , that would look good on you , gives you a big kisss 😘😘😘😘😘😘🖤🖤🖤, you like this crop top?
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I think it would look nice on you baby , it's cool out right now looking at that makes me cold lol this is a wick:
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We could make some candles with that , I can't wait until we make some candles, all types .. we can make some with some herbs in it 😍😍😍😍, there's some liquid kind of candles too that we can make 😍😍😍that's gonna be so cool 😩😍😍😍, I gotta make another post for the images
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