#hey that’s me . 🚬

[clownstowns]

thank god for jayce because if he wasn’t around i just KNOW bitches would be shipping viktor with himself onceler style

[sodaneko]

i did NOT have coach ukai thoughts on my agenda for tonight but oh boy here we are

[garbagequeer]

recently had someone be like i dont get why our dynamic doesn't work when all ive done is fake apologize for problems i actually secretly think are stupid and or you made up think you're overdramatic and mean but never say deny any issues i have with you say shady shit and act like im your friend and im excited about you while i actually resent you but just dont tell you and also tell you lies about things i never intend to actually do just to avoid having to deal with you even if that means having you in a perpetual state of wait because it makes me more comfortable. so since ive said all the right lies to get the outcome i wanted i dont get why you're insecure in this friendship so you must be insecure and problematic in general cause i had no hand in any of this. because of course me being uncomfortable being truthful means i should be allowed not to be. like. girl. is this the 7th grade or perhaps a chart topping banger by british it girl charli xcx featuring alternative pop star lorde

[fairylando]

https://x.com/sainzinnorris/status/1924480668488122766?s=46

They need to be close to each other all the time… Carlos and Lando I know what you are !

fuck off you're joking...................... lando i can't keep defending buddy im literally doing the opposite of that............. their greed for eachother makes me SICK🫵

[killermutt]

do you regret it yet?

adult - 22 + it/he

kinnie of many pathetic men

i kiss @l00m1ng-urge

transmeds fuck off

minors can int w sfw but don’t follow

# killermutt . 🥩 — my posts

# for l00m . 🔪 — things for my bf

# hey that’s me . 🚬 — flags/genders i id with, userboxes, kin posts, sona art by my bf

# graphics . 🩸 + # dogposting . 🦴 + # queue . 💉 — self explanatory

this is a side blog i follow from elsewhere

[w4v3f0rm]

11:11

[stinkrascal]

coping mechanism i log onto reddit and i imagine exploding people with my mind

[devilsfoolcake]

Yeah this goes on this blog SHSJDH

Why is the computer from Courage The Cowardly Dog kindof hot ???? Like ?? I cannot help but love mean(ish) characters like this they're so fun- his voice really ties it in I'm 💥💥💥💥

[cervinae-canine]

OH I *KNEW* YOU'D LOVE MASKLESS SPY I THOUGHT OF YOU AS SOON AS I SAW HIM

MY HEADCANON OF HIM HAVING A RECEDING HAIRLINE CAME TRUE!! OF COURSE I'D LOVE IT!!

(also because i knew he'd look more handsome with that design feature and sure enough-)

[autopsytableromance]

Had two nightmares and woke up with the distinct feeling that if I get in a car today it’ll crash. I was supposed to be at work half an hour ago.

[deathisamotherofbeauty]

I know jobs I'm not qualify for hate to see me coming

[doginstrument]

🐾

new favorite emoji tbh

[faildetective]

❛ honey we are ALL doomed by the narrative. it's not that serious. have some fun with it. ❜ — Peter

It was mildly alarming (just mildly) that he seemed to perk up at any goddamn pet name-—whether it was meant to be endearing or not. Toss a 'honey' or a 'dear', etcetera his way and suddenly he was locked in and paying attention. Jack, were you ever loved as a child?

❝ I am NOT doomed by the narrative... ❞ he announced, gestures with his fingers and the cigarette they hold in Peter's direction. ❝ I'll have you know I didn't learn to read until I was like fucking... twenty-something. ❞ it could be assumed he was trying to tie that in somehow-—that he couldn't be doomed by something he didn't understand for half his life-—but he seemed to get sidetracked and lost his grasp on whatever train of thought he'd been chasing.

❝ I'm having loads of fun with it. I'm like...so if you looked up 'dude having fun' in the dictionary...❞ he gestured to himself with the same fingers he'd gestured to Peter with and nodded once, then glanced down and jumped slightly at the hot ash that flecked onto his shirt.

❝-—Shit...! ❞ exclaimed under his breath. The cigarette was hastily pressed between lips as he went about using both hands now to brush himself off.

[uhhjesterdog]

YESSSSSSSS KEVIN .. KEV.. IN……. KEVIN

Little doodles while I am at the beach! I am excited to start production for this episode!!

[ithinkofnealcassady]

tagged by my love @serethereal (hi baby) !!

rules: look up your name + core on pinterest and make a moodboard out of it!

tagging @cigaretteuncle @halahmp3 @rothko @seaoflove2013 @bornintheusa1984 SORRY if u were alr tagged or don’t have pinterest in which case ignore me xx

[nymphoniah]

smoking out the window 🚬

i cant lie this fic is very self indulgent, but i had to share with y'all hehe <3 basically just smoking with logan, sitting in his lap, and yall end up gettin’ down and FREAKYYY.

pairing: old man!logan x afab!reader

warnings/tags: NSFW (minors DNI, 18+ only), smoking, pet names (bub, baby princess, etc.), old man!logan, boyfriend!logan, teasing, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, hair pulling, cumplay, cum swallowing, skull fucking

you’re seated criss-crossed in front of the fire escape, window cracked slightly ajar. you take a long inhale of your cigarette, letting the smoke sit in your mouth for a second before puffing out the rest through your nose.

your lips pull away from the filter, now tinted pink and slightly shiny from your lip gloss. you look over your shoulder to see logan let out a small chuckle, taking a drag from his cigar. you roll your eyes at him, tapping the end of your cigarette against the ashtray placed between you.

“yknow i already tried cigars… they’re just too big for me”. logan looks at you with a raised brow, a smug smile slowly creeping upon his face. you took a moment to process what you said, and how wrong it sounded out of context.

“hey! get your mind out of the gutter. you know what i mean,” you quipped, quickly taking a puff of your cigarette, playfully exhaling into his face to recant.

logan pays no mind to your games, simply shooing away the smoke with his free hand. “whatever you say bub…” he chuckles out, looking at you with a content smile.

he takes another hit from his cigar before sizing you up with his grim eyes. you were wearing a pair of sleep shorts, short enough to leave no room for imagination, with one of logan's flannels that you messily buttoned up this morning draping over your shoulders.

the domesticity of it all is what riled logan up. seeing you dressed up in his clothes, cuddled up in your small, but cozy, apartment bedroom, seated right in front of the fire exit. considering how hectic his life once was, nothing could compare to this.

“try it one more time, baby,” he requests, his pointer and middle finger signaling to come over to him. you rolled your eyes and reluctantly crawled your way over to him. he taps his lap with both hands, and you cozily fit into the thick embrace of his thighs.

you already know where this is going. he's done it once, and he'll do it again. you pursed your lips, your eyes quickly glancing over at his cigar, then promptly meeting his teasing gaze.

“c’mon, just about half of it is left. finish it with me, yeah?” he says with a sultry tone, tilting his head to the side.

“only cause you asked so nicely.” you replied, pressing your lips to the temple of his forehead, your left hand steadying yourself against his hips before you ruffle up his pointed tufts of hair with your right.

seating yourself back in his lap, you took the cigar from his hand, taking it in your own. you guide his calloused hand to the hem of your sleep shorts, his fingers finding purchase at the waistband, playfully tugging it back, allowing for them to snap back against your hips.

taking a deep puff, you let the smoke linger in your mouth as you would with your cigarette. the flavor was definitely more intense compared to the pack of reds you smoke daily. you immediately felt the buzz from the nicotine as the smoke coated your mouth in an almost oily film.

you're about to deeply inhale until you remember you're not supposed to actually inhale the smoke of the cigar. you catch yourself mid-breath, but you weren't fast enough to stop yourself. the bitter taste of the nicotine floods your throat, causing you to let out an unpleasant cough.

"careful there, princess", he teases you, his firm hand patting your back as you continued to cough. "don't wanna hurt yourself", he says chuckling to himself, finding your discomfort somewhat amusing.

you took a second to compose yourself, then joined in on logan's laughter. you pressed your forehead against his chest, snickering over how foolish you probably looked, choking on your own saliva.

"i told you s'too much!" you retort with a smile, nudging yourself deeper into his chest. you can smell the musk of his cologne mixed with the heady scent of smoke in the air; it was intoxicating how logan ran his fingers through your hair, his hands slowly finding their way to the small of your back.

you gently pull away from him, his arms wrapped around your waist, planting your hips against his, the flesh of your ass feeling his erection forming. a smirk pulls at the corner of your lips as you gently grind against him.

logan lets out a grunt as he feels the blood rush to his dick. peppering kisses along his neck, you slowly make your way up to his jawline. "baby, you're forgettin' something..." you lull, placing the cigar back between his lips.

you admire the way his muscles flex with every movement you make, almost syncopating to the rhythm of your hips. the way he matched your pace was addicting. "yknow..." you trail off, sliding yourself off of his lap, moving to kneel in front of him.

"cigars may be big for me... but there's something bigger that i can handle," you hum as you get on your knees, your figure now slotted between his bulky thighs.

placing your hands on his quads, your fingertips trace figure-eights against his jeans. you take a deep breath and rest your head on the inner of his thighs, your left hand working its way slowly to his crotch.

"you're so needy, bub" he whines out of the corner of his mouth, cigar still between his lips. his breath faltered as your fingers graze over the growing tent in his jeans.

"let me please you, lo. wanna make you feel good," you plead, your eyes looking up at him with an intense lust.

"f-fuck." he stutters as your fingers press harder against his erection "how can i say no to my baby?" he obliges, taking the cigar out of his mouth to light out on the ashtray.

you reach your hand out to grab his arm before he lights out his cigar, your grip on his bicep tightening as he gently tries to pull away from your grasp. "wait," you said hastily, "don't put it out yet".

he raises his eyebrow at your command, but doesn't push it any further. "got something planned, bub?" he asks, leaning back into the couch, manspreading wider.

you nod your head as you work at his belt nimbly, slithering the leather around and off of his waist, metal buckle of the belt clanking silently against the plush carpet that your knees rested on.

as you push his jeans and boxers down, his cock springs out, bouncing back against his stomach. his tip was already red, leaking with precum. you admire the length and girth of his dick as you run your tongue along the underside of his cock.

tracing a vein with your tongue, you move from the base of his cock to his tip. logan moved his hands to cup your face, fighting the urge to push himself down your throat as you continued to tease him slowly. "ah f-fuck," he winces, as you press a wet kiss to his tip.

"quit taking so damn long, princess," he adds, your hot breath tickling him. the lewd sight of his pre mixed with your saliva forming a strand from your bottom lip to his tip made your core pulsate. you pushed your thighs together to alleviate the aching pain you felt.

seductively licking your lips, your mouth finds its way back wrapped around his girthy cock. you slowly ease yourself all the way down him as the tip of your nose presses against his pelvis.

breathing through your nose, your lips make their way up his length, making sure to savor the way his tip rested against your tongue. tracing his slit carefully, you lick up his leaking precum, making sure not to miss a single drop of it.

"fuck yeah-", he hisses out, taking a hit. as he exhales the smoke, he grabs a fist full of your hair, now taking control of your movements. he thrusts into your mouth at a rapid and shallow pace, the slap of skin against skin filling the room.

his unrelenting pace made your pussy throb harder; the way he looked as he stood above you, manhandling you, using you, practically as a fucktoy, made you see stars.

eventually he slowed down his pace, his strokes becoming deeper, more sensual. "still with me, bub?" he asked, his eyes locked with your own as he continued to throatfuck you. "mmmh." you answered, with a fucked-out gaze.

"good," he hummed, loosening his grip on your hair. "gonna need you to be a good girl for me, princess." he gives the temple of your forehead a light kiss, his salt-and-pepper beard tickling your hairline.

a split second after the kiss, he retightens his fist, gripping more of your hair than before, and pushes you down the length of his shaft vigorously. the sudden gesture makes you wince around him.

unable to breathe through your mouth, you gag around him. the walls of your throat squeeze tightly along logan's length, making him wince out in pleasure. unable to control himself, he firmly plants his left hand on the crown of your head, keeping you in place, as his right brings his cigar back to hips lips.

logan takes a long drag from the cigar, tilting his head up towards the ceiling, blowing away the smoke. "stay right there for me, bub... i know y'can do that for me, yeah?" he says with a smirk, keeping his eyes on you.

you grunt in response, breathing heavily through your nose to keep the little composure that you had. still gagging around his cock, your vision began to get blurry as tears began forming.

"shit, im coming-" logan groans out, harshly pumping his cock even further into your throat. with each thrust of his hips, a moan escaped from you, followed along with a gag. the mix of pain and pleasure was intoxicating.

soon after his announcement, you feel the thick ropes of his cum sliding along your esophagus. the heady taste of his cum coats your mouth and lips; the salty and sweet tang grounded you from your mind blanking as he continued to skullfuck you.

it felt like an eternity before logan released you from his firm grasp. you slipped your lips off of him, now resting your head on his thigh. you cough a little bit, and your nose starts to drip.

"still think my dick's too big for you to handle?" he teases, tucking a stray strand of your bangs behind your ear. you shake your head no, flashing him a lazy smile. he brings the cigar to your lips for you to take a hit.

"atta girl."