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tuesfay · 2 days
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a spring-themed pyro doodle for your troubles
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today I have... made a phonecall. I thought hmm I need the answer to a question, I should call them.
and then
I did it.
will wonders never cease honestly. what the fuck
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tizzymcwizzy · 5 months
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can you tell the brain rot is coming back
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bakapandy · 11 days
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Effort
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avademiswi · 9 months
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haven't posted on tumblr in many moons so here's a celebration sketch of my babies 🐸
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skzms · 2 months
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is this a safe space. can i share this.
ive been thinking of the red lights duo (im having a chan phase)
hyunjin that sees you struggling with unreciprocated(?) feelings for chan and in his benevolence decided he just NEED to help out a friend. work out some frustration. its only fair, when seeing how worked up you get when visiting them during dance practice.
u just kNOW hed be so sly with it. that little shit. languid, torturous moves, whispering 'isnt this better? dont you see you dont need that guy?'. the smirk. god the smirk. so self assured when you finally give in and let him to what he wants to do to you.
maybe i like a little drama. maybe im just a little scared of pisces men
this is the safest place, because this??? this is crazy, in the best possible way
🔞 under the cut!!
The thought of Hyunjin going all out, taking you apart slowly and entirely, on his fingers, on his tongue, until he finally slides into you, thick and hot, his beautiful body draped over you, caging you against the bed, the ends of his hair tickling your face as he kisses you, licking into your mouth slowly.
"You love it like this, don't you," he purrs, pulling out almost all the way and rolling his hips as he sheaths himself back into you to the hilt. You shudder out a moan. "Slow and deep," he thrusts in again, a deep groan forcing its way out of his throat when you clench around him, "all-consuming, worshipping you like this."
You can't help but nod, barely able to compute what he's saying with how otherworldly it feels when he rolls his hips into you, hitting places you never thought possible.
He fucks you deeper, his fingers lacing with yours, pulling your hand to rest above your head. His breathing stutters when he stares down at you, and you can barely look away. Pleasure looks so good on him. Possessiveness, too, you note. You pull him in for another kiss, and he goes willingly, groaning into your mouth when you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to slide even deeper.
"Fuck, baby, darling, angel, don't you see," he breathes into your lips, dragging his down until he's buried in the crook of your neck, his breath hot against the shell of your ear.
"Only I can fuck you like this, love you like this."
He pulls back, lets go of your hand in favour of cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your sweaty skin as he watches you, beautifully fucked out underneath him. He snakes his other hand between you, finds your clit, and you swear you see stars. His hips pick up speed, snapping into you harder, deeper than before.
He lets his forehead fall against yours, and all you can see is him; him and his sparkling eyes, his reverent, gentle hands, the elegant arch of his eyebrows as a twin heat coils in his abdomen with every thrust of his hips.
You cum around him suddenly, without warning, and he fucks you through it slowly and gently, he holds you through it, too, his hand on your face, his forehead against yours, watching every fibre of your being explode into pleasure, mumbling filthy nothings until he finally stills, a heady moan on his lips when he spills into you.
And even though Chan stares at you the next day, his brows furrowed when he notices the hickey on your neck, you find it hard to focus on him – because there's maybe the most beautiful man you've ever seen, right in front of you, smiling at you, his head cocked to the side as he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear with a familiarity that makes your insides do a swoop.
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know-the-self · 5 months
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riense · 3 months
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Few sketches I did this…summer ?
I lowkey like Varre ones so maybe I’ll use them later digitally
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ghostlychief · 10 months
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mirror, mirror
ghost x fem!reader
warnings: NSFW; smut; MINORS DNI (i am watching u); reverse cowgirl
a/n: part four of my positions series. i promise the next thing i post will be fluff but if you're here, ENJOY
*going to post this then run and hide*
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you could probably count on your fingers the number of times you were this fucked out. although, you were quickly running out of fingers.
you have your boyfriend to thank for that.
currently, you find yourself straddled on Ghost’s large thighs on the corner of the bed. your back is to him, but you can still see him clear as day thanks to the mirror propped up on your wall.
well, clear in a relative way; the bottom half of his face was covered in one of his signature skull balaclavas. a request made by you, of course.
ghost usually was against wearing those black masks in the bedroom, but you asked him so nicely earlier, with your eyes wide and lashes batting annoyingly. How could he say no to you?
so here you are a couple hours later, and you both are still going.
it must be the mask, you think (the mirror might be an added bonus as well).
seeing Ghost’s rock hard abs flex every time you slide down on him definitely did things to you. but you really did try your best to keep yourself composed, which didn’t sit well with Ghost.
he liked to see you squirm, and enjoyed every little bit of you losing composure because of him. so he tried his best to completely ruin you. and he was doing a pretty good job so far, seeing that this was your fourth round at it.
your legs feel like jelly but you soldier on, continuing to raise and lower yourself on Ghost’s thick cock, the imagine that reflects back to you spurring you on even more.
“fuck.” Ghost’s voice is deep, and there’s a trace of a whine as he drags out the word. he could be helping you, but he’s decided to let you take the reins. It only makes sense with what position you’re in.
“that's it baby, just like that.”
he brings one of his hands to snake around you, his hand now splayed across your tummy. he presses down gently, and the added pressure on your lower stomach has you letting out a moan.
you bring your hand up to cover his, although it really doesn’t cover much, since his hands are so much larger than yours. you slightly grasp his hand as you continue to move, but you need to go back to balancing yourself, so it falls down to his thigh where it previously was, your fingernails leaving faint crescent indents in his skin.
your room is in a state of disarray, your sheets are sloppily thrown around your bed, and your comforter rests at the bottom, on the floor. typically, you would care about the state of your room, but you can't find it in you to worry about that right now.
his hand travels down further until two of his fingers toy with your center. they quickly become slick, which allows him to touch you just right.
your legs tremble as he coaxes you over the edge, and you fall back against his chest. his fingers are still moving in circles around your sensitive bud, but before you can protest at the over sensitivity, you feel him come inside you.
you look back at your reflections in the mirror and see the mess between your legs, now exacerbated by Ghost's come that's seeping out of you.
he brings his other hand to lightly grasp your waist, steadying you, even though you're still leaning back on him.
he places a kiss on your shoulder through his mask, and before you know it, he lifts you off of him and swiftly places you down on your back, his face in between your legs.
you know what's coming next; it's his favorite way to clean you up, after all.
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neocentral · 9 months
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rating: 18+. mdni.
masterlist
Your arms are tightly wrapped around Jisung’s back, nails grazing his soft skin as you reach for his hair to pull him deeper into your neck. He pants into the crevice, hot puffs and noises of pleasure muffled within it. The movements of his hips are slow and precise, his cock hitting the spot that has you whimpering into his ear and your split thighs trembling around his body fit between the space.
Your eyes open, catching a glimpse of the luxurious headboard and fixtures of light around the room, Jisung’s pale, bare shoulders and soft dark hair, and your hands grasping at any part of him you can reach. You let your eyelids flutter shut, unable to rip your attention from his warmth and the pleasure brought with it. It feels intimate. It has for weeks.
Jisung is a romantic, you knew that before your arrangement had begun. And despite his efforts to deny it, it was clear that nothing had changed. Made even more so by the increasing romantic gestures each time he gave in to his desires. A bouquet of flowers to your favorite takeout and everything in between. Even during the most innocent moments like when he soothingly rubbed your feet or gently tended to your hair, his touches, his glances, his words were tender. 
This time was no different. The hotel room is nice, far too nice for a struggling university student like he is to afford, but you said nothing of it as you pushed your way inside, distracting yourself by locking your lips with his and desperately pawing at his hoodie. Jisung let you, swallowing his words and giving in to your touch, relishing in it. His body’s reaction was immediate, skin burning and heart thumping as he followed your lead.
Jisung thrusts harshly as if he senses your wandering mind, forcing a whine from your throat. Gentle sucks trail up the column of your throat as Jisung makes his way up to your mouth. Soft kisses are laid on your lips between hot pants that blend with his the closer you get to your climaxes. 
His lithe fingers slither between your sweaty bodies, taking his time approaching your core to savor the feeling of your skin underneath his fingertips. He begins to swirl the flat pads of his digits around your swollen bud in the way he has grown so familiar with. You gasp shakily, the stimulation to your clit and the pounding of his stiff cock in your gummy walls causing you to feel weightless, falling limp with one last scratch down his back. 
Your walls spasm around him as you cum, eliciting a groan from the man above you. Jisung uses you mercilessly, abandoning the slow pace he had used during your intimate encounter. You whimper, writhing beneath him as he overstimulates you. Tears fill your waterline and Jisung lays sweet pecks to your face as his body tenses and his thrusts turn sloppy.
He connects his lips with yours again, moaning into your mouth as he stills inside you, grabbing your weak hands and sliding them up the soft sheets.
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nickfowlerrr · 6 months
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🦋 - “what would you do without me?” with steve rogers maybe…? please? :}
(you don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s totally up to you because ik you probably have a bunch of asks and you’re busy. and ofc if bucky instead of steve is better for you then im fine with that too! love you sweets and again… happy 3k ❤️)
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pairing: steve rogers x curvy!reader
warnings: literally nothing but smut and a lil bit of fluff. 18+ only.
words: 1.6k
notes: look what you made me do. 💀
but actually, lol, thank you for the request. i wasn't sure i was gonna do it, but i woke up this morning and decided to at least try. i have such a hard time writing steve, especially smut with steve, but this just took off on it's own once i started! hope you enjoy it. not edited and quite hastily written, so sorry for any errors!
thank you in advance for reading! as always, reblogs and comments are more than welcome and so appreciated. let me know what you think! 🩵
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"Oooh, fuuuuuck," the sultry moan draws out from you as you grasp onto his body even tighter, pulling him down even closer as you whimper in his ear, your hot breath across his sweat dampened skin and your legs circling his waist as best they can.
His thick length is hitting just the right spot deep inside your warm walls and you swear to god you're about to combust from the never ending pleasure he's torturing you with.
Your nails are leaving marks all over his solid back, and his heady grunts in your ear are doing nothing but pushing you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
With every deep stroke of his cock inside you, your chests are brushing together. You arch up into him, you need him closer. You need to feel him, every inch of him that you can, along your hot, sensitive skin.
Your lips are searching for him, desperate for his kiss as he fucks you so perfectly.
You nip at his jaw and earn a moan that spurs you on, your lips now incessant until he finally turns his head a bit and meets you. His lips are soft but adamant against your own, hot and fervent as he continues thrusting into you just the same.
"Please, Stevie," you mewl against his lips breathily, sounding so debauched and pathetic.
He fucking loves it.
He drops his body down on yours, but continues to hold most of his own weight with his arms either side of you, one on the mattress and one on your fleshy hip, keeping you exactly where he wants you.
His hips are flush to yours now, he makes sure you feel him, pressing you down into the mattress until you're a mess of broken moans squeezing around him. He can't take his eyes off your pretty face. The way your eyes are closed tight in your pleasure, how your lips are parted just slightly as you let out the most beautiful sounds, just for him.
His gaze stays trained on your face as he begins to slowly roll his hips against yours. The gasp you let out and the way your eyes snap open when he stimulates your sensitive clit with his movements send him even closer to edge he's been on for the past few minutes. He holds himself back, though. He just wants one more orgasm from you, and then you can call it a night.
He said he'd be quick, but from the twinkle in his eye as he kissed your neck, his big hands wandering all over your soft body, those big blues peering up at you, you both knew he'd be anything but.
It'd been a prolonged torture as he ate you out like a man starved, his tongue ceaseless as his thick fingers brought to the edge over and over again before he finally allowed you to come.
When he finally slid his throbbing length into you, you honestly could've come right then, but he took his time with you yet again. He moved slow and deep inside of you, ensuring you felt every inch of his heavy cock as he fucked you like you were the most delicate, precious thing in the world. And to him, you were.
He touched you so gently, large warm hands squeezing and caressing every inch of your body that he could. He slid out of you, turning to sit against the headboard of the bed before he pulled you onto him.
He nuzzled into your neck as you sank down onto his cock, the stretch of him had your head falling back in bliss as his held you to him, his hands on your back, keeping you close.
You rode him just the way he liked, your hands in his hair, holding him to you as he kissed, nipped, and sucked on your sensitive nipples, his hands smoothing up and down your backside as he kept you astride him.
When he felt your walls tightening around him, he grunted deeply, trying to keep hold of himself. He moved a hand around your hip, traveling down to where you met him, his thumb finding your clit and working circles of the bundle of nerves. He had you coming around him in seconds.
You swore you were through after that, but he had other ideas.
He kept hold of you, turning you back over onto the mattress as he hovered above you.
He gave you some time to come down, leaving his cock inside your tight walls, but not moving within you as he kissed you softly, trailing his lips over your skin as he hummed and whispered praises to you.
When he felt your walls squeeze him, he smirked and found your eye. "You ready, sweetheart?" he asked.
"Steeeeve," you bemoaned, "I have work in the morning," you complained while tilting your head to give him more access to your neck as he continued kissing you. You could feel his smile against your skin and couldn't keep your own from gracing your lips.
"Just one more for me, baby," he murmured against your skin, "then we'll sleep."
With that, he began fucking you once more, but his thrusts weren't as slow.
He was hitting you just as deep, but his pace was quicker.
And now here you were, teetering on the edge of your third orgasm of the night.
With every slow, deliberate roll of Steve's hips into yours, you swear you could cry from the overwhelming sensation. It felt so incredibly good, you couldn't stop the gasps and whines that were leaving you even if you'd wanted to.
"You take me so fucking well, angel," he groans. "Squeeze my cock just like that. Oh, fuck. You're so good to me, baby.," he praises with every rock of his hips.
His hand squeezes your hip tight as your legs starts to twitch. "I'm gonna give it to you, baby, don't worry," he soothes as you cry, the pressure compounding as the coil in your belly tightens even more - your muscles taunt as you can feel your walls starting to clench down on him. "I know what you need, sweetheart, I'll give you every last fucking drop," he grits out as his pace falters a bit.
One particular thrust finally has you coming completely undone. You can barely hear yourself as your body shatters around him, your moans and cries and his name like a prayer falling off your tongue are all lost to you as your walls pulse tightly around Steve's cock.
The sensation mixed with the sounds coming from your lips have Steve finally letting himself go; his thick, heavy load painting your walls as your body refuses to let him go without draining every last drop of release he has to offer you.
You're leaking him by the time he finally stops coming, heavy pants from both of you filling the air as he easily grabs your plush body and tugs you into him as he lays down, wrapping his arms around you and sighing in contentment as you let yourself nuzzle into him. You're both a mess of sweat and stickiness but you can't seem to mind all that much as he holds you.
"That was so good," you mumble in your exhaustion, your tiredness now more evident than ever as you melt in his arms.
"Yeah," he smiles. "And see, you're all tuckered out and ready to fall asleep now," he teases.
"I need to pee," you pout into his chest. He laughs and takes a breath before he suddenly moves to stand, holding you in his arms with ease. You know he's super soldier strong, but you'll never get used to how easy he makes it seem.
Your legs are around him, surely making a mess of his abdomen, but he doesn't seem to care as he walks you to the bathroom.
He sets you down gently with a kiss to your forehead before he turns, "I'm gonna grab the towels from the dryer," he says, leaving you to relieve yourself.
When you're washing your hands, he returns, clean towels folded and ready to be put in the cabinet.
"Wanna shower now or in the morning?"
"What time is it?"
"A little past eleven," he tells you, having the decency to be a little sheepish with the information.
"Steve!" you admonish with a whine.
"I'm sorry," he laughs, "but really, do you have to go in on a Saturday? You sure the boss needs you that badly?"
"Oh, the boss needs me pretty damn badly," you answer. He smirks at your quick response.
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind you calling out one day," he says.
"No? Well what would he possibly do without me there?"
He shrugs, "I have a feeling he's gonna be taking the day off, too," he smiles as he gets closer to you, arms wrapping around you.
"Is he, now?" you question.
"He is," he whispers as he leans close to you, brushing his lips against yours. "We both deserve it."
It's your turn to smile then as you kiss him gently. "We do," you agree. "Thank you," you add with another kiss.
"Mmm," he hums against you. "What would you do without me?" he jokes. You chuckle.
"Might get some fucking sleep for once," you shove him playfully, laughing as he humors you and pretends to be affected by your push. "Start the shower, Captain, you're a mess."
"Yes, ma'am," he says with a smirk, his eyes trailing your body, lighting a fire under your skin as he does. "You gonna join me? I know you cleaned up some," he says, pulling you in by your arms, "but we could always get you a little more dirty."
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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath // art by @/kosmiklia on ig // William Chapman // Virginia Woolf // Brian Andreas // artwork - flowers by Hanna Ilczyszyn // Elizabeth Kinkaid-Ehlers, Still Searching
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baesooraya · 7 months
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So it seems like Neil Newbon, the mocap and VA for Astarion was also a mocap/body double for Gortash and now I feel like such a fool.
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tlou-reid · 28 days
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could you do an aaron hotchner x bau wife where she’s up all night throwing up and he just takes care of her
tw vomit and vomiting!!
do your daily clicks
"hun," aaron coos as he walks into the bathroom. his voice was groggy and deep, reflecting the fact that he'd just woken up. you were doing your best to be quiet, not wanting to wake him. you knew he spent a lot of time not being able to sleep, whether it be from working or the nightmares the job caused, so you tried to let him rest as much as possible when he was home. but, the nausea in your stomach that had lingered all day finally spilt over, sending you rushing to the bathroom a little after one in the morning.
"i'm sorry," is all you can mumble out from your position with your head practically in the toilet. aaron doesn't reply, choosing to slowly sit next to you, bringing one hand to hold your hair out of your face and the other to soothingly rub down your back instead. you're happy to have his presence, not liking being alone while you're vomiting.
you two sit like that for a few minutes. you can't really tell how long it takes for your stomach to settle, but you refuse to move your head away from the toilet, just in case.
"any better?" aaron asks, rising from his spot on the bathroom floor. "a little," you mumble. you were being honest, getting some of it out helped settle the nausea, but your body ached and your throat burned. "i'm sorry," aaron echoes your sentiment from earlier as he hands you a clean wash rag. you wipe off your face as he lays another across the back of your neck. the chill makes you jump at first, but you quickly enjoy the feeling.
"want to brush your teeth?" he questions, helping you stand. you nod in response and he moves to grab your toothbrush. he sets it up for you, with a small bead of toothpaste and runs extra water over it. once he hands it to you, he brings his hand to rest comfortingly on your shoulder.
"did you eat something bad?" he questions after you hand him the toothbrush back and go to rinse your mouth. you shrug, "my stomach was messed up all day, it might've been the jet." aaron nodded in understanding. no one on the team was especially prone to airsickness, but after gruesome cases, being sick from the movement was possible.
"well, lets go get some crackers," aaron instructs, reaching out for your hand. you don't have the energy to argue, to tell him no, i just want to go to bed, so you take it, and let him lead you to the kitchen.
he led you to a stool in the kitchen, helping you get on it and relax against the counter in front of you. once you were settled, aaron turned on the light over the stove and reached in the cabinet for the box of saltines you kept for when jack was sick. you were grateful he didn't turn on the big overhead light.
"we don't have any ginger ale," he informed, reaching for a bottle of water instead. he knew if it was cold, it would upset your stomach more. once the crackers and bottle were sat in front of you, aaron said, "eat slow, so it doesn't upset you more."
you nodded in reply, slowly bringing a cracker to your lips. you ate three or four, before sliding them across the counter, signaling to aaron that you were done. "did they help any?" aaron asked as he cleaned up.
"yeah, but i want to try and sleep." aaron nodded at your words, moving to help you off the stool and get you into bed. despite being unsure if there was vomit in your hair, he let you cuddle up to his side, making yourself comfortable.
"feel any better?" you nodded in reply, closing your eyes. aaron gently rubbed his hand along your side until you fell asleep.
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maybe if i reinvent myself enough times, ill find a version of myself i actually like and want to be
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ofthemessyoumade · 1 month
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the tortured poets department | taylor swift
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