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galedinner · 9 months
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I know I commented on your prior ask, but!! Glaedr!! He's a golden male dragon, who's around 800 years old! He's one of the only dragons who survived the Fall of the Dragon Riders (lore stuff), and his rider is an elf.
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^^^ I really liked him. Older dragon who sort of mentored Saphira.
~ wutheredhearts 📖
the way my eyes widened so big
 he’s beautiful!!! i love his little beard tuft <3 800 is just the age i’m looking for LOL wow thank you so much for showing me him. the only one i knew by name was saphira
.. i’m excited
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mlchaelwheeler · 1 year
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your blog is rly pretty ! i like your posts a lot too 💛💛
omg thank you!! that's so sweet <333
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etherealdemon · 1 year
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❀ + jinho x dalmi
BOLD YOUR CHOICES
Affectionate;
Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate texts | Caressing | Stroke hair | No displays of affection
Sex;
Shower sex | Wall sex | Neck bites | Oral | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Public sex | Backseat of car | BDSM | No sex
Dates;
Picnic | Cinema | Restaurant | Sports game | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | No dates
Would my character

Marry them? Yes | No
Have sex on the first date? Yes | No
Confess their attraction first? Yes | No
Have children/adopt? Yes | No
Die for your character? Yes | No
Cheat on your character? Yes | No
Lie to them? Yes | No
Cuddle after sex? Yes | No
send me “❀ + ship” and i’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours.
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crossbackpoke-check · 2 years
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https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/goaliekisses/693480004829495296?source=share
i think the anon was referencing THIS exposure of Trevor's stick legs. I hope you're alright, Liv!
xx
ahhhhhhhh thank you so much!!! i will freely admit that i ignored trevor zegras the first time i saw these photos but like. if i actually looked,,, yeah the assessment of “slutty exposure of trevor stick legs” is spot on. trevor why are you shaped like a frog (affectionate) (derogatory)
(also yes thank you for your concern <3 i am doing okay!! i had a lot of disruptions to my schedule over the past week but once i settle into a routine again i’ll feel a lot better)
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s-4-fira · 2 years
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ILY MORE and u have become SUCH an incredible artist mari
I open tumblr and get attacked immediately u cannot do this me Sarah
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vertiny · 2 months
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content creator tag game ! before vs after coloring 💖
before (left) / after (right)
tagged by: @chwedout - thank you for the tag my love ! 💖 / tagging: @innielove / @xiaojuun (don't feel pressured to do this either loves !) / and anyone who sees this and wants to do it !!
my colouring style has gone thru A Lot since starting lmao but thanks to kind mutuals, tutorials and just messing around on ps, i've gotten a lot more comfortable with the ins and outs of it. and ofc wiv being so lovely and putting up with me crying about colouring looking different on different screens and being a fun sounding board for colourings !! i've def gotten more comfortable with colouring over the last length of time lol. stage gifs my belovedest but also at times my behated<3 super proud with the kangmin soccer gif (#8) and the mujin (#4) gif ! anyways ty for the tag and listening to my ramble 💖💛💗 ft. 6 gifs from (yet) unposted sets
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tremendum · 9 months
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i've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you
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[not my gif. title from song Of All the Gin Joints in All the World] pairing: joel miller x fem!reader (afab, use of she/her, use of the word girl)    
rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)      
word count: 4.6k  requested: Could you write something (literally anything really) like mean Joel x feisty Reader but based on the ancient Fall Out Boys song "Of All the Gin Joints in All the World" pretty please? đŸ„șđŸ„č I was just listening and I thought the lyrics were perfect for your writing ❀But as always no pressure and no problem at all if you don't like the idea or anything else. Lots of love! P.S. smut is very welcome btw hihihi summary: “Joel's not one for feelings anymore, but you seem to pull them out of him like it's your goddamn job." warnings: established previous hookups, use of girl/babygirl, established age gap (unspecified but addressed openly), brief mention of oral m!receiving, brief mention of reader and joel’s canon-typical scars. choking, mean!Joel & brat tamer!Joel, brat!reader lol, dirty talk (its joel), degradation, use of the word slut, slight dumbification, spitting, rough sex, unprotected PiV, cum eating, nipple play, slapping (tits, ass). think that's it!
notes: okay finally another mean!Joel for the soul!!! this is super unedited also. tysm for the request, obv inspired by the song Of All The Gin Joints in All the World by FOB. :) this was fun and i hope yall love it! dont b afraid to request anything yall wanna read at all and as always pls comment or reblog :) love u xoxo  
[other Joel fics: mr. miller series fever landmines  ]
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Joel Miller isn't sure exactly when all this bullshit started. 
one day, he was introduced to you fleetingly in the cafeteria while you and Maria had an intense conversation - he’s not sure if you spoke for more than ten seconds; but months later and Joel happens to know exactly what your sweaty skin tastes like on the sharpness of his tongue and could probably list his favorite pairs of underwear you own. 
it's nothing, really. 
you patrol together often, and Joel guesses that out of all the insufferable people he's had to deal with, you're definitely not the worst. perhaps your handiness with a trigger - not nearly as inept as his own but definitely a close second - helps; or maybe it's the way your mouth feels wrapped around his cock. 
and he's not stupid; he knows exactly what Tommy was doing when he signed Joel with you for patrol - the same shit he'd been pulling since they were thirty years younger and Joel was fresh out of the relationship with Sarah's mom. but it's different now, because life is not the same - nothing is the same. 
Joel's not one for feelings anymore, but you seem to pull them out of him like it's your goddamn job. 
you are one talkative motherfucker; usually, that'd drive Joel up a wall, but after repeated and incessant exposure to Ellie for such an extended period, his patience has surprisingly grown.
and unlike others, you never acted nervous or scared by him. irritated, maybe, but it's not like he cares much if you get irritated by his attitude; you're worse than he can be.
at first, he thought you were just fucking him because you just didn't know who he really was yet. but months into whatever this shit is, and you're still - for whatever fucking reason - hanging around him, even after everything. he likes it, though, that you fight fire with fire.
and maybe that's why Tommy stuck you two together, because in some ways it was inevitable - maybe it was a good thing, Joel thinks. 
but this morning, as Joel's mind slams against his body, jolting him awake, his aching head makes him double-guess that.
it's weird how different it all is now - before you, Joel was tortured through nights plagued with sweats and memories. blood, pain, loss. he used to dream restlessly of life and all of its unforgiving horrors; but now, to his shock, he finds himself plagued with dreams of you. 
he gasps awake - he's not sure he'll ever stop that. 
but this time, you're next to him in the bed. his skin feels warm as the light filters through the blinds that stay constantly pulled down this time of year to retain the cool air and Joel lets out a shuttered sigh, his head aching.
it's only the second time you've stayed the night. he's never stayed at yours, god forbid - but a small part of him aches this morning when you slide out of his heavy, sleep-addled muscles. in the absence of your heat there is still bliss for a moment, until he's roused fully by your voice. 
"these sheets are dirty." the sound carries into his ears, melodic and fiery. he cracks one eye open, hand raising to rub over his face - a deep, tired sigh. 
"g'mornin' to you too." he snarks, sighing as he pulls himself on aching muscles to blink his eyes open; you stand over the bed, on the side that usually remains cold an empty while Joel thrashes in fits of restless sleep. there's not a single scrap of clothing on your body.  
he feels himself stir at the sight of you, naked, neck painted in a splattering of beautiful marks that'd been pulled forth in moments of ecstasy the night before.
you send him a half smirk, shrugging as you tug on a shirt - his, fuck, his stomach swirls at the sight of you wrapped in him. something primal crawls in his chest as you smile at him, legs almost glowing in their bareness as they knock against the side of the mattress. your fingers brush the fabric to the left of his head. 
"there's stains on the pillows." you shake your head, your face alluring in its tease. he feels himself roll his eyes as he grunts, "you're actin' like it ain't your makeup stainin' it?" 
he stares at the marks on the pillowcase; black, from that shit you sometimes put on your eyes which just makes them all the more beautiful, wide, and alluring. the makeup that's surely expired after all this time but still is something you like to do to, as you'd mentioned once, 'reclaim your humanity.' whatever.
Joel would never admit it to you, but he hadn't even really tried to wash out those stains; something about them gives him a warmth in his chest every morning that he wakes up in this cold bed. 
but when his eyes fall back to you in your silence, you smirk and it hits him: you're fucking teasing him.
he glares at you as your lips curl in a huff of a laugh, shaking your head. "if you keep complainin' about every damn thing, might as well just fuck you on the floor." he mutters, mostly to himself-  but also to see the way your thighs shift, eyes widening slightly as color washes your cheeks. you're squirming at his words, just like that - oh, he's got you pinned.
you'd like that, you dirty little thing.
but you regain your composure quicker than lightning, ready to snap back; yet another tally to add on the list of things he admires about you.
"you're such a gentleman, Miller." you snide, fanning yourself sardonically with one hand as you roll your eyes, searching for your underwear. 
he remembers the first time you'd said that to him -
"why so shy?" you'd purred. the memory of your voice curls around his ears as he huffs, watching you bend over and give him a complete view of your ass as you fetch your panties from the floor.  "c'mon, Joel, you don't need to be such a gentleman. 's nothing you haven't seen before." you'd stripped yourself of your shirt, your pert nipples pebbling in the cold breeze as he'd sat, cleaning his rifle. "the hell's the matter with you?" he'd grumbled; but it didn't stop either of you. you'd been pressed between him and the splitting backseat of the broken down crashed car within seconds, anyways. 
his eyes meet yours as you stand again. 
he snarks, "well you’re givin' me a headache, an' I've only been up for two minutes." he glares at you, swinging to pull his boxers over his hips, standing up to find his shirt. he pointedly ignores the glare you send him at his grumpiness. 
"you're the one acting dumb," you mutter, "acting like I'm the one who gives you headaches." you retort, a teasing glint in your eye; he knows that look. Joel knows you'd never get a headache from him - as much as he pisses you off, he knows you're too fiery, too lucky to get caught up in whatever miserable puddle he's drowning in. 
because Joel's bad luck curls around his fists wherever he goes; the talons reaching out, crawling through every hallway and seeping through every door. you, on the other hand, are like a goddamn firecracker. Joel hates the idea, but you're... somehow gifted in that way.
he's convinced his bad luck couldn't touch you if it tried. 
no matter the dumb shit you pull - forgetting a flashlight, not flipping off your safety that one moment when the clicker had stumbled out of the brush; all of that, and you escape unscathed, nothing but a giggle and a half-shrug from you before you move on to the next stupid thing. 
if you weren't such a goddamn brat, it'd be charming. 
his eyes snap to yours as your words fall from your lips; a burning in his chest at your tone. he watches your legs carry you into his bathroom, and he can't help it when his follow yours.
you haven't even flipped on the lights before he shuts the door behind him - you're already wearing that snarky fucking smile on your face, and he's straining already against his boxers.
he stares down at you, crowding you slowly into the wall. "what the fuck did you just say to me?" he hisses, mouth close to yours. as you turn your chin up towards his face, he can tell that you try your hardest to control your smirk, playing into the tense energy that's emanating from his chest. 
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"I said you're acting dumb."
you repeat, tilting your head slightly as you drink in the darkness in his eyes. lord, you'd let that darkness swallow you in a fucking heartbeat. 
speaking of; your own heartbeat thunders in your chest, anticipating. you know what's coming, you can nearly taste it on your tongue. 
"oh, 's that right?" Joel asks, tilting his head to stare down at you. you swallow as you stare back into those deep irises, the small bit of golden light that shines through the small bathroom window illuminating in an ominously heavenly ray.
his hand settles on the crook of your shoulder and neck, sliding gently upwards as you nod your head defiantly, pushing as far as you can to see when he'll snap. his eyes glisten in temptation; daring you to act up more. 
raising your brows, you try to play like it's obvious, "waking up and complaining about your headaches, old man?" you tut gently, shaking your head innocently. "I don't think it's my fault that you fucked me twice, immediately passed out and now your head hurts when you've woken up the next morning. you know better than to push yourself in your old age, Joel. that's stupid." you add coyly, knowing it'll push him over the edge - he loves it when you act like a brat, no matter how much he denies it. 
his response is immediate and exactly what you'd hoped for. 
he's on you in a split second - hand sliding from your shoulder to grip your throat, pushing you back onto the wall of the bathroom. the towel bar digs into your middle-back slightly and you gasp in arousal at the force of his body on yours. you can feel his cock, hard and straining in his boxers, as it presses into your lower stomach. 
"y'wanna play like that, baby?" he growls, "why you fuckin' around with an old man like me, then?" he asks.
your face heats up, arousal flooding your core, your cunt slowly wetting itself at the purr of his voice - the meaner the words, the larger the flame. 
"hm?" he gently pushes, raising his brows as his hand squeezes gently on your throat, nudging you against the wall further; your gasp is slightly rasped under the pressure, your whole body screaming with desire. this is what you love - mean, angry, hungry Joel Miller. "'s it because nobody fucks you like I do, is that it?"
his knee slides between yours, wedging himself high up, rubbing suddenly against your aching pussy, the material of your cotton already soaked with a damp spot that rubs against his thick thigh. 
"Joel, fuck-" you groan, already willing to just do what you can to get him to touch you. his hand on your throat tightens at your word, thigh rutting up to slide against your needy clit, your hips bucking at the feeling. "-'s because nobody else is so easy." your fiery mouth betrays your body; the snarky comment snaps his eyes to yours, a dark breath leaving his lips. 
"that's ironic," he snaps, "comin' from someone who begged me to fuck them for hours." 
your face burns at the memory of the first time you and Joel'd hooked up; your desperate voice hoarse from pleading him to fuck you - out in the middle of the woods, a sleeping bag that, by the end, had rips on it from rocks and twigs and the force of his thrusts; the shyness gone from either of you as your touches made up for all the silence between you.
he hums lowly, watching you as you swallow at the memory, his thigh rutting up again and pulling a yelp of pleasure from your lips. "y'don't feel so high 'n mighty when I fuck you stupid, right baby?" he asks, voice dripping with condescendence as he nods gently, encouraging you to answer him. your core throbs at his words, your mouth going dry. 
his hand leaves your throat; you swallow a gulp of air, staring with wide eyes as he grasps your jaw roughly. "answer me." 
"n-no, I don't." you mutter, voice sounding small; the arousal that pulses through your veins begs your mouth to be smart, do what Joel says so he'll give in to what you want. 
he smirks, hands roughly grabbing the thick of your hips and flipping you around to press you against the counter, your hips bending as he shoves himself just behind you. your eyes meet yourself and his own hawkish gaze in the mirror in front of you; your heated breath fogs up the mirror in the faint morning light. 
his fingers thread through your hair, tugging you back again as he tilts your head back. his upside down face, smirking down at you, has your thighs clenching - "open." he orders, voice stern. 
your tongue sticks out and he wastes no time spitting roughly onto your tongue, moving your head back to stare into the mirror; his eyes meet yours as his spit slides over your tongue and his furrowed brows twitch with a slight smirk. "look at you, doin' what I tell you. now swallow it and say thank you." 
your core flutters at his words deliciously as you do as you're told; swallowing, you take a breath and mutter, "thank you," - though it's more breathless than you expected, Joel seems to approve. he hums, "there are those manners," he mutters into your ear, cock pressing against the swell of your ass. "almost seemed like you'd forgotten you had them." 
"didn't forget." you mutter, face heating up as your pussy aches, fluttering around nothing and desiring for his fingers, his cock - anything. 
one rough palm slides his shirt up your torso, exposing your bare tits to both of you through the mirror. with his face stooped down near your neck, a short inhale of your hair before his hand reaches it's destination - your throat. 
"then why're you actin' up?" he rasps, teeth grazing your shoulder. he squeezes his hand again and your eyes roll back in pleasure, arousal soon slicking your thighs as you think you may die from all the teasing. "you don't wanna cum?" 
your eyes widen, breath halting as you shake your head, "wh- no- no!" you hiss, "I do want to cum, please." 
his other hand raises, slapping your breast harsh and quick; your gasp of shock tapers off into a whine of pleasure, your nipples hard in arousal as his palm comes to soothe over the sting. 
"then why're you acting like this?" he asks again, shaking his head. another slap, this time to your other breast. his eyes follow the skin of your chest; the way you gasp, your whines at the slight stinging and the pleasure that follows. fingers pinch your nipples, teasing in circles before another sharp slap echoes through the room. "just a little brat, y'can't help yourself." he decides, biting on your neck lightly. 
you can feel him rut against you hard, grinding his hips as he lets out a short groan. you let out a low moan, whining slightly when he smacks your tits again, skin glowing with the impact. his eyes meet yours in the mirror. "quit the whinin'," he grunts, rutting his hard cock against your ass, "you'll be stuffed full of me soon enough." he grunts, "then we'll see who's dumb." 
your shaky moan sounds more like a groan, elbows falling to steady yourself as Joel releases your throat, tossing you forward to grab your hips instead. he pulls you back, grinding into you as his head tilts back in how own small groan of pleasure. "this ass." Joel grunts to himself as he palms the curve of your ass in both large hands, one falling to smack harsh onto the left. 
you're dripping down the inside of your thighs as he ruts against you twice more; thick fingers soon slide to thumb at the slick wet of your panties. his fingers tease the wet material that's glued to your pussy with need, tracing over your lips lightly over the fabric. "pretty pussy, just for me." he mutters; you nod, looking up at him through the mirror, "all for you, Joel." you affirm, voice shaking with anticipation. 
"you gonna be good when I fill you up, baby?" he lifts his brow, stern look as he palms himself. fuck, he's so sexy behind you like this, his thumb slowly dragging the material of your panties to the side and exposing your weeping cunt; you nod, "yes, I'll do anything-" 
you're cut off by a sharp gasp as the stretch of his cock's head cuts off your brain. he eases in gently at first which you're more than grateful for - no matter how many times Joel fucks you, his size is always something you have to adjust to; especially after your rounds last night left you barely able to walk straight. 
he lets out a breath, "there y'go, baby, take me." he says it surprisingly gently, easing in inch by inch as you breathe deeply, your soaked pussy easing his cock through your channels. his cock is heavy and aching as he slides into you, sheathing you fully within another few seconds - Joel's hands grip so hard on your ass, splaying you open for him, that you think his fingers will remain there for days. 
he's still only for a moment, letting you accommodate to his size before he's leaning forward to press his chest to your back, "gonna fuck you stupid, baby." 
"please, Joel," you groan, cunt fluttering, begging him to move. "do it." 
it's all that he needs before he's setting a pace that has you whining under him, your breath choking as you brace yourself agains the counter of the sink. 
it's bliss. his hips are sharp, the reach of his cock pressing against the spongy spot inside you, dragging against your pulsing walls. "fuck, so deep-" you hiss, eyes closing in pleasure as he presses himself against you, hips surely going to bruise against the thrusts that shove you into the countertop. 
one hand sneaks over your front, grasping at your tits as his cock reaches up into you deeply. he lets out a grunt, "fuckin'- christ, you're s-so tight," he grunts, "even after fuckin' you all night." 
you moan, the quick bout of his praise causing you to squeeze around him, trapping him in your aching desire. the both of you moan at the feeling and suddenly one hand presses on your spine until you're low to the counter. his hands grab your shoulders, fingers curling around the base of your throat as he changes his pace to hard and rough, the sound of your ass against his hips nearly hitting your ears over your cries of pleasure. 
the noises of your arousal swallowing his cock echo around the room in a familiar, comforting chorus as you both let out shuttering moans; his strong arms pull you back until you're once again pressed against his broad chest. his breath fans over your neck and you whine slightly when his thrusts press you up onto your tip-toes. his lips find your ear, "how's that feel?" your hole flutters from the deepness in his voice - he groans at the feeling. 
your response is a whine of ecstasy as you claw at his forearms, head tilting back until you can almost feel his erratic heartbeat. his chest rumbles with a light chuckle, "look, barely took ya any time to get fucked out on my cock," he praises, hand petting your wild hair, "knew you'd be good for me. always take what I give you, right?" 
you nod, desperate to reach the climax that's easily built within you from the stretch of him deep in you and his voice in your ear. your clit aches from being ignored and your hand snakes down to rub light circles on it; your hips jolt as you gasp raggedly, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. 
"no." he growls, hand grabbing your jaw sternly as he pounds into you, "when I'm fuckin' you, you keep your eyes on me." he snaps, squeezing your cheeks. "'s that clear?"
you nod in the mirror, whines getting louder as his name falls nearly incoherently from your lips- you see his lips ghost over your neck, the smirk that spreads over his pink lips as you finally get out a strangled, "Joelpleaseplease- s'close-" 
he knows what you need; you and Joel are each other's best escape. he pistons into you hard, chasing your high as he feels it spasming close around him. "easy, huh?" he snarls, hips just as harsh as his words, eyes sharp on yours. "who's easy, baby - me, or the one beggin' like a slut to cum on my cock?" 
for someone so quiet and closed off, Joel Miller has never shied away from using his goddamn words when he's fucking you, that's for sure. his words, his accent - they push you towards the edge and it almost distracts you from his question. his eyebrows raise in the silence as you gasp for words, moans choked  as his fingers slide down from your jaw to squeeze your throat. 
"look at'cha, can't even speak for me," he groans, his hand suddenly snaking down to smack your away from your clit; two larger, calloused fingers replace your shaky ones and you wail at the stimulation, almost too much.
you blink up at him through the mirror, unable to speak, unable to think as you feel the crest of something incredibly blissful growing; you let out a whine of ecstasy. "I'm- I'm easy," you concede, finally able to spit your words out, your voice higher than normal in your pleasure. 
Joel nods, kissing your sweaty hairline, "'s goddamn right you are, babygirl," he hisses, "easy for me. this pretty little pussy is mine, isn't it?" 
you scream, "yours, Joel-" before he barely finishes the sentence.
with your words, he smiles against your neck - the feeling of it sends goosebumps over your whole torso. "you're a lucky girl," he growls in your ear, teeth brushing the shell before licking it gently, "you can cum." 
you barely realize you've hit your orgasm until you’re writhing - a white-hot, searing arousal streaking your vision as your eyes roll back. he fucks you steadily through your orgasm, your thighs closing slightly around his large palm, but his fingers don't stop their motions on your clit. 
you shake and stutter for gasps as he pounds into you, chasing his own high that's been spurred - by your own words or the clenching of your orgasm around him, you're unsure. 
"love how you feel-" he groans, voice weakening as he nears his own orgasm, hips sloppy as he pushes your face down, against the cool tile of the bathroom sink. "fuck, baby, made to take this cock." 
his sentences are choppy, his gasps and grunts of pleasure mixing with the slap of your ass against him as he thrusts, your legs tired as he fills you full and then suddenly pulls out. you gasp at the suddenness of his absence, turning to look at him as if betrayed - but he looks completely gone, eyes dark with need. "gonna cum on your tits, sweetheart." 
your stomach flips at the word - one he's never used before - and you relax into his harsh grip, moving down to the ground on your knees as he grunts, "take this shit off now." 
his shirt is on the ground in half a second, your breasts bare to him as he fists his cock, eyes on you and lidded with pleasure. your hands fall onto his strong thighs, looking up at him in awe as he fists his cock, slick with your sticky spend, tip flushed and veins stretching over the shaft. "please, cum on me, want it so bad, Joel," you whine - his hand caresses your jaw and slips over your lips, sticking his thumb into your mouth. you suck eagerly and he moans your name deep, head tilting back in ecstasy. 
"fuck," he grunts, slipping his thumb out of your mouth before you can even swirl your tongue around it, and then he's hitting his orgasm.
ropes of his cum land on your tits, a small bit gathering on your chin as he slows his hand, letting out a few sharp breaths. he's barely caught his breath before your fingers are gathering a swipe of his thick cum, bringing it to your mouth. his dark eyes follow you through his labored breaths as you slowly suck his spend off of your fingers, "fuckin'- pretty," he mumbles into his hand as he runs a palm over his face, shaking his head. 
you smile, cheeks heating up. the sun is rising and the room is fully golden, bouncing off the mirror and illuminating his tan skin, the scars on his body and yours. he's pretty, you realize. 
you tell him so, quietly - in the silence of the bathroom. his scowl softens and you swear you see a blush forming as he rolls his eyes down at you from where you perch on the linoleum. 
Joel always says you only tell him sweet things to get him to fuck you - but in the afterglow of your actions, you catch sight of your makeup-stained pillowcase back in Joel's bedroom and it makes you grin. you know he doesn't wash it for a reason, the same reason you keep coming back to him. 
and you also know that the way he smooths his thumb over your hairline, the way your own hands in turn soothe over his thighs - those actions, they make up for everything else that's unspoken.
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itadori-san · 2 years
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🔀? hiiiiii~ đŸ„°đŸ’–
henlo sarah đŸ„ș💗
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THIS SONG IS THE CUTEST AND SOFTEST SAD SONG EVER IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY AND RIP MY HAIR OU-
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fand0mh03 · 1 year
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Hi! Would you list what songs the Evans (especially KaiđŸ„ș) would put on a mix tape for you? Thank you so much! 💖
What songs the Evans would put on a mix tape for you
Tysm for this request! This was so much fun to write <33
Also, just a little disclaimer before I start this, I am not taking the times they were around in consideration, so please keep that in mind while reading. 
Tate Langdon
Born to Die- Lana Del Ray
Sweater Weather- the Neighborhood 
we fell in love in October- girl in red
Love story- Sarah Cothran
Cloud 9- Beach Bunny
Hayloft 2- mother mother 
Why’d you only call me when you’re high- merci mercy 
Nothing ever changes- Nico Collins
Smells like teen spirit- Nirvana
Pretty when you cry- Lana Del Ray
Kit Walker:
Lift Me up- Rihanna
Shivers- Ed Sheeran
Shallow- Lady Gaga
Late night talking- Harry Styles
Mastermind- Taylor Swift
A thousand years- Christina Perri
Just the way you are- Bruno Mars
Kyle Spencer:
Pre death
(there’s gonna be a lot of Lana Del Ray songs in here, I just feel like he would love Lana Del Ray)
High by the Beach- Lana Del Ray 
Million Dollar Man- Lana Del Ray
Dealer- Lana Del Ray
Video Games- Lana Del Ray
Brooklyn Baby- Lana Del Ray
Blue Jeans- Lana Del Ray
Jimmy Darling:
Back to black- Amy Whinehouse
Only Love can hurt like this- Paloma Faith
Young and Beautiful- Lana Del Ray
Astronomy- Conan Gray
People watching- Conan Gray
Bloody Mary- Lady Gaga
Here With Me- d4vd
Glimpse of us- Joji
golden hour- Jvke
Kai Anderson:
Gilded Lily- Cults
Melting- Kali Uchis
Bad Habit- Steve Lacy
La La La- Sam Smith
i love you- Billie Eilish
Primadonna- MARINA
Play Date- Melanie Martinez 
No time to die- Billie Eilish
everything I wanted- Billie Eilish
Mount Everest- Labrinth
Evan Peters:
Washing Machine Heart- Mitski
Come as you are- Evan Peters (bc you love it so much)
Can you hold me- NF
First Class- Jack Harlow
Bust your Kneecaps- Pomplamoose
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love-strike · 1 year
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hi sarah! I love your blog sm! can I request a soft scenario where Seungkwan and reader are taking a shower together but most of the time they just laugh and sing their favorite songs while they wash each other hair, make bubbles with the soap and all he wants to do is kiss reader but everything is so messy and cute đŸ„ș
a/n: oh tysm anon!! this made my day actually đŸ„č💖 im so glad you enjoy my blog!! also love this idea so much, ty for the request!!
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"Turn around," Seungkwan whispers to you, running his soapy hands down your arms.
"Pervert," you reply with a giggle and peck him on the lips. He rolls his eyes and turns you around softly by the shoulders.
"I need to wash your hair," he says with a pout and proceeds to lather shampoo into your hair, being as gentle as possible. He starts humming, pulling you out of your relaxed daze.
"... stay in the middle, like you a little..."
After a few more moments of massaging your scalp, he washes the shampoo out. He surprises you by suddenly turning you back around and pulling you into a deep kiss. You laugh and pull back, Seungkwan chasing your lips.
"My turn," you coo and eagerly pour soap into your hands. He watches you carefully as you begin to rub bubbles all over his chest and shoulders. You make eye contact with him and suddenly feel shy as he watches you.
"Come here," he says quietly and pulls you into another kiss. He continues to pepper your face in kisses as you squeal.
"My baby is just so cute, I can't help myself!" he says teasingly as he continues. You groan loudly and playfully push him away.
"Do you know how counterproductive this is?" you pout and he laughs at your words. "Let's just get out of the shower and continue this elsewhere."
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stedesbonnets · 1 year
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@wecanbepirates sarah! tysm for tagging me, i looove your header btw đŸ„ș💖
painting or photography // dusk or dawn // spring or autumn // movies or tv shows // chocolate or nutella // audiobooks or podcasts // card games or board games // fiction or nonfiction // cookies or brownies // dragons or unicorns // bath or shower // blue or yellow // rollercoasters or bumper cars // iced tea or hot tea // left side of bed or right side of bed // zip-up hoodie or pullover hoodie // straight hair or curly hair // gummy worms or gummy bears (neither) // rain or snow // sneakers or flip-flops // bowling or mini-golf // pasta or pizza
i'm tagging @theosrose @jellybeanium124 @bizarrelittlemew @snake-snack-stede @xoxoemynn and @blakbonnet no pressure, of course <33
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sebsxphia · 1 year
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In the 10-20 seconds it took to type and send that anon, you could have just blocked the tags
But no you wanted to be rude to seb and you lucky I can’t throw hands with you cause i would if I could
love you seb <33
exactly. i have been clear from the get go, especially with the tags.
tysm for your love and support my love đŸ„ș i love you sarah <33
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guzmapkmn-archive · 10 months
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Enoch!! Don't feel bad for asking for asks!! Though, I do understand exactly how you feel.
I, uh ... am just thinking about Heathcliff, really. He's the bane of my existence and I cannot get him out of my head, be it AUs or just silly little soft thoughts. That I cannot elaborate on or I will most likely combust--
I just. Like the man, I guess.
But enough about that--I happen to know you're everything Oswald wants in a partner. He would absolutely assure you that you are enough and that no one else could take your place in his life. He loves you, in both good times and bad--you've been there to support him at his lowest points, so he's guaranteed to be there during yours. You're a team; a pair; a duo. And he will always remind you of that.
~ librarian-lover 📖
Wahhh hi Sarah tysm <3 I literally love your heathcliffposting sooo much hehe the way you talk abt him always makes me smile <3 and sobs.... that means so much to me,,, I feel so silly abt it!! But like he's so amazing, he's so smart and strong and I'm like. Just some guy 😔 and I worry I'm not enough for him sometimes,,, so thank you, I really really hope he thinks all that abt me đŸ„șđŸ„ș <3<3
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etherealdemon · 1 year
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😊 / đŸŒŒ/ 😳 — hana
💖 sex + romance headcanons
😊 — would my muse ever ask someone on a date?
yes, hana would but she isn’t the type to ask someone out on a date first. hana is more likely to ask someone out if they’ve already gone on previous dates before. the more she spends time with someone, the more comfortable she gets around them, allowing her to be more open and at ease.
đŸŒŒ — would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding?
there was probably a time when hana wanted a big, fancy wedding, but as she grew up she realised she wanted something a bit more intimate. she was even more sure that she wanted a smaller wedding during the time of her ‘scandal’. the press were absolutely ruthless towards her and it made her realise how a big wedding would attract the media and she didn’t want them showing up to possibly ruin her special day at all.
😳 — what was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship?
hana’s worst romantic and sexual relationship was definitely with her ex-boyfriend who basically used her for her connections. he was constantly lying to her and led her to believe that he truly loved her. that relationship really broke hana in the worst way possible and it took her a long time to recover from it.
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upperranktwo · 1 year
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I follow you because I adore your blog and you a such a sweetheart and a joy to talk to. I hope you're doing well!
Hi Sarah!!!! Tysm! I'm so happy you like my blog and you think I'm sweet đŸ„ș I'm doing okie! I hope you are also!
Tell me why you follow me 💖
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gendertroublemaker · 1 year
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I'll miss you sm Kurt, you got this💖💖💖💖 do u have an idea when you'll be back? wishing you all the best 💗💖
WAHHHHH ILL MISS U SO MUCH TOO SARAH đŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș😭😭😭😭😭😭 I think its a month :( 
. And tysm ur so supportive of me đŸ„č💖
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