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coulsart · 7 months
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A really doodly rendition of a scene from @venomous-qwille GITM au, ch. 3! Legacy code :)
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e-vay · 6 months
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Making the husband celebrate Amy’s birthday, even if he’s a day late!
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chalamet-chalamet · 6 days
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Timothée Chalamet hugging and thanking everyone on his final shooting day of ‘Dune: Part Two.’ ✨
IG credit to mini_elio
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listranz · 2 months
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sleepingsun501 · 1 year
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TBB SPOILERS 02:13
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Can we talk about how adorable Tech is? His eyes got so wide and nervous when Phee called him “Brown Eyes” this time and it’s just 🥰🥰
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b3ans0up · 1 year
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If not tangerine then its.....
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bythenineshards · 8 months
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Monster smut audiobook: "....throbs and pulses"
Husband: 😏
Me: She has a black eye from her husband.
Husband: 😟
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genxrocker · 2 months
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painedpen · 3 months
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We have to talk more about how genuinely pretty Mondo is. Like. He has soft facial features. He wears fresh ass eyeliner. His eyes are purble. The giant hair distracts but he’s so. Pretty. Such a beautiful man. My darling boygirlfriend.
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differentcatcat · 2 months
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An Alex fic set in not winter - NC-17
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[Tumi commercial]
“Wait, sweet man, we can’t do this here,” I whispered breathlessly as intent Alex unfastened my jeans and went to take them down my legs.
We had enjoyed a raucous feast of merriment with the extended Skarsgårds at the archipelago houses where drink was abundant, silliness rife, and for the end cap, ill-advised comments made re: Alex the Eldest’s choice of life partner in an American “barrister” as less than worthwhile and where were the offspring anyway, would she not give him any (sex or babies, I’m not sure which)?  My Swedish was coming along and I heard and understood every word spat from the over-served section.  Alex had leapt up then and cussed the offenders soundly using his sometimes hurtful vulgar mouth, grabbed me up and we took a cooling walk down to the water.
I reached to kiss him and softly suggested that we perhaps apologize at the right time, maybe tomorrow when heads might be pounding but calmer.  Alex was still heated, my Viking protector he was whether or not I needed it.
“Fuck no!  If those cunts remember what I called them, then they will remember what they said about us, and none of “us” is open for comment.” 
Alex hugged me closer and caressed my face to look at him.  “I love you.  You are mine; I am yours for the good and bad, for all of it.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Of course, I could do without you being the Voice of Reason just when I want to fuck up a “paycheck” face.”
I laughed with him.  We both knew it was Alex who chose to cuss and leave the verbal fracas without it escalating to blows.  Our kisses became passionate and our breathing interspersed with soft mews of desire.
“Let’s go inside, my delicate southern flower, you might catch a chill in the Nordic air if I loved you here, “nekked” to the gods and the selkies.”
“Tell me about the selkies, sweet man,” I caressed him with my words as we walked hand in hand the long way home.
“They are mythological creatures who change between a seal and human form and enchant us mortals with their beauty to follow them into the sea to love forever, like mermaids.  I’m sure they could learn much from our most perfect lovemaking.  We would have a circle of seals around us clapping.” Alex demonstrated with seal honks and arm flippers.
I laughed as I put my arm around his waist, “How is it possible I could love you any more, but I do – everyday my love for you grows.  Are you a merman who has enchanted me?  Is that why you love the water so much?”  I teased my Swede-ee-pie.
“Yes, of course, I’m Ethel Merman.”  He sang loudly mimicking badly the Broadway star, “There’s no business like show business*, like no business I know.”
I was shaking with laughter but I joined in the song, “Everything about it is appealing, everything that traffic will allow; Nowhere could you get that happy feeling when you are stealing that extra bow.”
*[Irving Berlin 1946]
We were both snorting with glee at our song stylings as we entered the house.  We stopped in our tracks.  It was Skarsgård policy that everyone should assist in cleanup before retiring, but the messy room was empty and silent.
“Well, darlin, I guess we should do the best we can,” Alex sighed into my hair.
“I will be brave and suck it up and wait a little longer for that big cock of yours and then suck that,” I grinned at my boy and got a bag to gather the recyclables and stack dishes for Alex to load the dishwashers.  There were three and we had plenty of used accoutrements to fill them.
Alex put on some old Rolling Stones that we sang along with as we busied ourselves, stopping only briefly for a kiss at some apropos song lyric.  We made happy work.  I was wiping down the huge kitchen island, almost lying on the surface to reach as far as possible when Alex came up behind me, jammed his crotch into my butt and pulled me into an embrace.  He kissed my neck and fondled my breasts as he slid his big hands under my shirt.  He had me breathing deeply with desire that matched his own.  He turned me to face him and kissed me urgently.  Alex could get me from zero to sixty in mere seconds.  My heart was racing.  I felt my panties getting wetter with his loving manhandling.  I needed his cock.
“See how fucking hard you make me,” Alex moaned as he put my hand on his cock that he had freed from its confines of obviously-in-the-way clothing.  I stroked my favorite toy, glad of its unwrapping and relishing its steely attitude.  I wanted it urgently, but…
“Wait, sweet man, we can’t do this here,” I groaned softly. 
Alex took my pants and soggy underwear down my legs and off, lifted my shirt over my head, lifted me onto the island and declared, “Fuck ‘em.  We cleaned it; we’re gonna put it to good use right now.  God, I want you.”
Alex felt with a finger just how ready I was to be banged to fuck in the open spotless kitchen to the strains of “I’m so hot for her and she’s so cold.” He sucked the finger with those beautiful kissable lips he wore so well, aimed his cock, and pulled me to him.  His entrance was unimpeded and applauded by my twitching twat, insisting that once home he should stay the night.
Of course, quickly intense as we were, we began the climb with huge strides and went on as we began.  Alex found my mouth and our tongues tasted our pleasure as our favorite sweet delight [chocolate is my close second and Alex prefers a little caramel].  He held my hips as he began to thrust hard.  I leaned back as he pulled me toward his ramming cock.  I tried not to be louder with my fuck moans than Mick Jagger and the Stones.  Alex found a good spot on my favored left breast and began to suck in earnest, muffling his own moans and leaving his victory mark.
Jeezus, we were there.  Alex threw his head back and cried, “Fuuuuck!! Oh! Yesssssss, my baby! Give it!”
I ceased to think silence was golden and yodeled my own rapturous release, “Alex! Al! Aaaaaaaaa.  Ohgod,ohgod.”
When we were breathing calmly, Alex pulled me up from reclining and held me close.  We were still intimately connected and I could feel our jiz escaping down his cock, dripping on the floor.  I giggled and Alex knew why.
“I’m not cleaning that.  Not our turn,” he declared.  I kissed him.
“It’s probably all dripped onto your jeans, sweet man.”
Alex winked at me as he pulled his pants up and I put on my damp, damp drawers.
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[alex in sweden]
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lacilou · 3 months
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Went looking for a reaction gif, fell into a Jared Padalecki Rabbit Hole. (I ain't mad.)
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seniorinswimspeedo · 2 years
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ivanawho · 2 years
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Moon Knight // The Goldfish Problem
Steven Grant Oscar Isaac being a cutie pie
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How can you not love him 🥺🥰
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angel-soma · 1 year
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GUYSSS I MET RAPHAEL SBARGE AND HE SIGNED MY FANART OF ARCHIE 💖😭💖 He was so kind and sweet and it was the best day of my life aaaa !!! He even recognized my art from when he had seen it on Twitter and immediately was like "Oh! That was you?!" AAAAA MY HEART 💖
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cuteteacakes · 6 months
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akumanoken
Sakura: *blush*
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{🗡️} - "Ah- don't worry, my love! These are false teeth! I'm not really a vampire, see??" Proceeds to pop out the false fangs. "You're not in any danger!"
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inwantofamuse · 7 months
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I have thought a lot about Mobius, Loki and their dynamic. Waaay more than I should.
Mobius has either been stuck in a time loop for forever, or he's a clone. Most of these characters are stuck, unless Alioth gets them. The only way "free" is all versions of Kang/Richards must die or be otherwise contained. Saying all that, because while it is sad that we, and Loki, might not get to see Season one Mobius again, it's also kinda beautiful.
Because this means that every version of Loki is destined to love every version of Mobius, and every version of Mobius is destined to love every version of Loki.
*That* scene with Mobius in danger, might end with his death, but the scene with Loki saying "I know this is going to be hard to believe-again", is Loki talking to yet another version of Mobius.
I could be way wrong, but if I'm right. IF I'M RIGHT.
Oh, my GOSH. I just love the thought of it.
I cannot wait.
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