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bonncy · 3 months
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my hand moved by itself
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startrekships · 1 year
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1983. ILM technicians work on the 6ft tall Spacedock filming model for Star Trek III: The Search for Spock.
The filming model was filled with neon-lighting and then covered with thin metal plates that were etched with thousands of tiny holes to give the appearance of illuminated windows.
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tinyhorror · 2 months
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happy valentine’s day !! 💘💌
today i offer you karlach wearing frolov (a ukrainian designer btw ☝️🤓) heart dress
insta | twitter | inprnt | redbubble
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sofancydancy · 2 months
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*slams fist on table* more body hair and more light--
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melit0n · 4 months
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Since you guys liked the other one so much, I present more crypid trail cam Vessel (+ iii this time) photos!
(@fields-of-elation thought these could be of use to you <3)
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politemagic · 13 days
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the boys are back 🖤 (the shitposts never left, though)
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hairymoths · 1 year
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happy St. Mark's eve, to those who celebrate
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houseofache · 5 months
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idk man i think that the masked collective that wears masks on stage and never posts anything personal about themselves ever and takes great care not to implicate their real identities in the masked band that they play in while wearing masks maybe doesnt want people to know who they are
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a-s-levynn · 7 months
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aroonescape · 4 days
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wip of iii
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bonncy · 4 months
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An offering from me to you
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odinsblog · 1 month
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eternal-kosmo-ghoul · 5 months
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*°:⋆ₓₒ day 13. blowjob
.。❅*⋆⍋*∞*。 “holiday blow”
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ as iii is writing letters to his loved ones, you decided to give him a little treat underneath his desk
pairing: iii x gn!reader
a/n: i’m actually so ass at coming up with titles for my christmas event 😟 made this while i was sick, so it’s lazily written.
cw: nsfw content. blowjob. semi-public sex. kinda subby vibes from iii.
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“mmmh… you look so good on your knees, too.” —❤︎
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“whatcha doinnnn’?”
“writing letters for the boys.”
“oh fun! make sure to write to santa to get me that teacup puppy for christmas.”
iii just chuckled and rolled his eyes at your lame attempt of a joke, which was to definitely get him to buy you that adorable little puppy. though, iii saw right through your devious little scam.
“not happening, y/n.” he joked back, and he grunted when you punched his shoulder playfully.
“awww come on!!! it’s so cute! you can’t say no to this adorable face!” you said while waving your arms around, pulling up a very poorly printed picture of a teacup puppy. the ink was printed so badly it made the face of the pooch look disfigured, and iii stifled a laugh.
“i can say no, actually. that thing looks like it’s on life support.” iii said sassily, shoving the picture away from his face. to this, you gasped dramatically while falling over his desk.
“oh great heavens! my best friend won’t get me the gift i oh so desperately need! this is anarchy i tell you!!” you monologued rather interestingly, throwing in some poor shakespeare gestures that was paired with bad acting.
iii just raised an eyebrow at your shenanigans, clearly not convinced.
“not happening.”
“oh come on, iii! i’ll do anything! even the most humiliating thing ever!”
the quilt iii held between his fingers only continued to write fancy, honeyed words across the paper. he just sighed heavily, not thinking you’d actually go drastic measures for some tiny puppy as a gift.
“annnything?”
“anything i tell you!”
“you sure about that?”
“yes i am! i’ll even… uhhh..”
iii kept his eyes glued to the paper, clearly not convinced by your obnoxious explaining and weird, theater gestures. he swore you were high at some point. clearly, this was getting nowhere.
the bassist just dropped his pen in the ink bottle and put an arm on his desk, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. “well?”
you didn’t even know what came over you, because you blurted out:
“i’ll even suck your dick!”
… well.
that’s an idea that certainly piqued iii’s interest.
and you seemed sooo confident about your answer too, crossing your arms and holding your ground. though, iii could see through those playful eyes that you were actually nervous about what you just said to him.
oh we’ll, he’ll humor you for a bit.
“oh? you serious about that?” iii spoke teasingly, his fingers subconsciously playing with the buckle of his belt, getting turned on from the idea of you going down on him.
you nodded, still keeping your confident face up. “absolutely.”
this was a nice turn of events. iii smirked and rolled his chair out to make space for you, allowing for you to crawl under the little nook within his desk. the bassist rolled back into place, and grabbed the feather pen again, feeling your eager fingers quickly make work of his belt and tug his pants down. damn, you really were excited.
“ahh… i’m starting to think this is less about the puppy, and more about you just wanting to suck me off.” iii commented absentmindedly, his pen dragging across the paper as he wrote his letters to his loved ones, occasionally acknowledging your presence by moving his free hand under the desk to stroke your hair.
“mmmh… you look so good on your knees, too.”
you just whined in response, not even bothering to reply to iii’s words. soon, you pulled down his boxers to his ankles, his hard cock springing free. he heard you audibly gasp at his size, and he just snickered.
“impressive, huh?” he mumbled, gripping your hair and pulling you closer to the head of his cock, the tip leaking with precum.
“maybe.” you mumbled back, putting one hand on his thigh and the other on iii’s shaft, holding the base with a firm grip that had him groaning.
“nnngh…” he sighed out, hand shaking a bit, hindering his ability to write letters. iii shook his head and gripped your hair tightly.
“don’t just sit there. suck.”
you could hear the desperation in iii’s voice, just wanting to feel your tongue swirl around his dick like a lollipop. it was such a lewd thought, but you loved it. you didn’t waste any time, and opened your mouth, taking him in whole and savoring the satisfying, salty taste of his precum. you could tell how horny he was, from the way he was gripping your hair and forcing you down more onto his hard shaft as you sucked him off.
“f-fuck.” he grumbled, trying to shift his attention on the letters he was writing, but you were too good at sucking him off. iii was getting desperate, completely dropping his pen and gripping onto the side of his desk while he bucked his hips into your mouth.
“s-shit. take it all, oh you’re s-so good at this…” iii whimpered, all of his attention on you now as you gave him the blowjob of a lifetime. you could feel the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, and constrict around it.
the feeling made iii throw his head back with pleasure, letting out a guttural moan while you whimpered around his dick.
“fuck. i-i’m gonna cum, y/n.” he warned, and you took this opportunity to take him as deep as you possibly could.
“s-shit! ahh!”
his eyes widened underneath his face mask, and he moaned loudly as he shot his seed down your throat, watching you swallow all of his cum in a single gulp. he let out a loud pant and pulled your head off of his cock, your mouth coming off the head with a popping sound.
he groaned heavily, and looked at your face. he chuckled as he brushed his thumb over your swollen lips, making you whine.
you giggled and nuzzled his hand.
“so…. can i get that puppy now?”
he chuckled at your words, and ruffled your hair.
“maybe, dollface.” he said with a grin, caressing your cheek. he lifted his mask, and pressed a kiss against your forehead.
“maybe.”
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sofancydancy · 2 months
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𝓜𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓽 𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓜𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪.
& he's done!!
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melit0n · 1 day
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Look at the beautiful mf orbs on these idiots. Fr out here with sea glass for eyes what
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