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English is not my first language so sorry for any mistake
A simple fluff:cuddling either Mash or Mordred,the one you think is easier to write
Have a nice day/night
Ok but it's going to take a while for me to come up with something.
I am feral with how obsessed I am
i gave in to the urge and drew how i imagined ghost and konig under their masks…this feels illegal somehow
isagi yoichi? more like rizzagi yoichi *cringing*
isagi sketch
if you were at your worst, if you’re a villain or a screwup or whatever, there is a goth man dressed as a giant bat who keeps coming after you, bothering you. he sabotages your journey of self destruction over and over. ur ready to give up but he won’t let you. you think, today he won’t come. today he will give up on me too. he never does.
realized i never shared this here
Mikey looks goofy
Situationship went a lil bit too far
Been thinking of Jimmy and dragons lately. Little half dragon jimmy getting fucked full of eggs by a full blooded dragon...
Am I the only one who remembers afterlife. He was literally a half dragon there. Oh my God. I need him fucked nasty by a full dragon hybrid twice his size and stain his stupid onesie in cum
Pornstar or OF AZ and it's just him being a pure filthy slut who's experienced as hell x virgin reader
Bonus points if he almost comes when he sees reader naked
oh my good grief…. i have the most perfect buildup/plot for this akskkajdkakdkdkdkdk
having the most vile thoughts about bob + needy fucking + breeding kink
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nsfw!
bob wants nothing more than to have a baby with you. literally all he can think about while he’s at work—that he really has tried to stop doing because he can’t keep popping a semi in front of phoenix—is how that day is going to be the day.
he would be laser focused on it. the second he gets home.
he would press himself up against you in the kitchen, half-pinning you to the island from behind as he brushes your hair out of the way to press a chaste kiss against the nape of your neck.
“how was work?” you would ask, knowing it was just a formality at this point with the way his dick was throbbing against you.
“fine, baby,” he hums as he fiddles with the elastic waistband of your shorts. as bad as he wants you, he’s not one to touch without explicit permission.
“straight to business then, i assume,” it’s light, the way it falls from your lips. and bob barely even hears it before he’s running off at the mouth again.
“please please please, sweetheart. wanna give you a baby so bad,” he whines.
“okay, bobby,” you reach one hand up to run your hand through his hair, despite the odd angle of where he’s dug his face into your neck.
you can hear him practically whimper at the admission, hands curling around your bottoms to tug them down your legs. he’s quick to pull them all the way down until they’re pooled around your ankles, giving himself enough time to undo his belt as you step out of the garment.
“gonna put a baby in you, sweetheart. gonna make you a momma real soon,” he hums as he lines himself up with your entrance.
he’s always been a little needier than other guys you’d been with. a little more eager. but ever since you’d started actively trying to have a kid. good lord, you could barely get him off you. not that you were really complaining, though, either.
“oh, bob. please,” it’s almost a gasp the way it slips off your tongue. the stretch of him still heady despite having been in the same position this morning.
“i got you,” he coos. “always got you.”
"I do not watch videos about gay dudes prepping their assholes for sex" - 3/8
Blah blah blah Gaz eats pussy unlike any other man you’ve ever been with. It’s not to get it over with, not to make you orgasm, not to taste you, or even to say he does it.
Gaz gets off on it.
He comes back from deployment and eats your home cooked meal, lets you settle him into the bath and wash the small amount of hair he has. But the second he’s out his one track mind takes over.
Pushing you down on the bed and lapping at you through your panties, depraved and sniffing at you like an animal. He’s got class, we all know this, but when eating you out his control slips.
Rutting against the bed as gets absolutely lost in you, panting and groaning like it’s him receiving the mind-numbing pleasure. He takes his time too. Sometimes he goes for hours, unable to satiate his need for you.
Happy Valentine’s Day you freaks!
Tramp stamp Leon mod has me thinking…
He’s definitely the type of guy to have arm tats.
He was a young man in the early 2000’s so one arm would probably be tribal, lots of smooth lines coming to sharp points, snaking down his entire arm. The other arm is entirely bare, save for his daughter’s name on his bicep.
He likes to keep it simple but after years of debating, a Chinese style dragon slithers up his toned side, accentuated by the muscles there.
He just looks so good
The fact that we have chekov's safe word just laying around is making me so nervous. The fact we didn't see it used this book just means she is saving it for something awful down the line
dude I was laughing so hard and I had a coughing fit and almost died while listening to this absolute beauty in audio form. Thank you.
FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO THIS
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i had a vision
taking the 2013 tumblr regression seriously
Reposting because John looks so good in this picture. I don’t even care about the anecdote. This is a beautiful man.
“John and I went hitchhiking. George and I did it a couple of times too. It was a way to get a holiday. Maybe our parents booked holidays, but we wouldn’t have known how to. So we would head out, just the two of us, with our guitars. John was older, but I was in on the decision about where we might go. He’d got a hundred pounds from his uncle, who was a dentist in Edinburgh, for his twenty-first birthday, and we decided we’d hitchhike to Spain by way of Paris. We’d start over on the other side of a particular bridge because that’s where all of the long-distance lorries started. We’d wear little bowler hats to get their attention! When we got the lift, we sat together; we’d experience the lorry driver together. We knew what it was like to go on the cross-channel ferry; we knew what it was like to try and hang out in Paris. We would walk for miles around the city, sit in bars near Rue des Anglais, visit Montmartre and the Folies Bergère. We felt like we were fully paid-up existentialists and could write a novel from what we learnt in a week there, so we never did make it to Spain. We’d been together so much that if you had a question, we would both pretty much come up with the same answer.”
Paul McCartney, “Ticket to Ride” from The Lyrics: 1956 to the Present (2021)
