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You all are the coolest people I vaguely know

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everything reminds me of him

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I am, having... Thoughts.. don't mind me.

It's his first time sleeping over at your place, obviously during the peak of summer. It's hot, sweaty and clammy under the sheets, but god he didn't want to pull away from you. It was a rare occurrence that you slept naked, but tonight it just had to be done.

Sleeping somewhat peacefully, deep in an endless dream when you stir, feeling something between your thighs. Sleepily, you call his name, and look over your shoulder. Your poor, needy and neglected boyfriend had moved one of your thighs for a moment, slipping his cock in the small space between your thighs. The occasional throb pressing against you, every little vein and ridge resting between your skin.

He whimpered your name as he shallowly thrusted, getting the bare minimum of friction, desperately craving more. While he lived on your moans, the quiet whines of the unexpected humping would have to do for him. Your name was like heaven to moan and he had his arms wrapped around you tight, head buried in your back. Whimpering and groaning pathetically as he tried to cum, but the bare minimum friction only caused frustration. "Fuck, come on please... Please.." he muttered, still half asleep. His nicknames for you were spilling out of his mouth like water in a waterfall.

You just blinked, trying to keep your eyes open as you let your boyfriend use your thighs for late night pleasure.

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evan peters at san diego 2025 comic con for 'tron: ares' panel. 📸

sometimes babygirl is a 38 years old man. 💕

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suggestive ; mdni

you always liked climbing on top of your boyfriend when he’s been sleeping too long and you’re bored. he stirs beneath you as you settle, brows knitting, lashes fluttering with the slow churn of returning consciousness. you lower yourself gently, mindful with your knees so as not to rouse him all at once. there’s a dried ribbon of drool caught at the edge of his mouth, and an indent carved into his cheek from the pillow. beautiful.

he mumbles something unintelligible when you redistribute your weight. the body responds before thought can intervene, as you can now feel him begin to thicken beneath the cotton of his sweats, stirring slow to life. “mm… am i dreaming?” a warm palm skates up your thigh in a blind search before settling on your waist. go still for a moment, like he’s grounding himself with the shape of you. “you tell me.” spoken noncommittally, while pressing your lips to his neck.

“too tired?” sneaking in another kiss beneath his ear. “never f’you,” he slurs, and there’s that grin, the one you always fall for—goofy, drunk on you. his cock swells fully now, twitching beneath the fabric.

“just gonna let you do all the work, baby. s’all you.” leaning in, your lips graze the hinge of his jaw, trailing downward across the column of his throat until your mouth closes over the swell of his adam’s apple. he groans, lips parting like he might say something clever, but then you grind down again.

“shiiit,” he croaks, blinking up at you. eyes fully open, the dazed warmth behind them cuts through whatever sleep was left. “yeah—okay. m’up now.”

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This edit started it all btw.

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Iva Luliashi, It's invisible and you can't smell it, 2016, oil on canvas

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long day at the digging and nap factory

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oh i was seeing this "gen z stare" relates on tiktok and i just know he would be king at this. 😭

he's totally the embodiement of "are u deadass?" u can't prove me wrong

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the hate that i have for duolingo, it made me feel so stupid im crying right now because i just finished legendary for 13 minutes

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I love my moots who are always online and interact within 2 minutes

I love my moots who are never online and I haven't heard from them in months

I love my moots who are constantly changing their blog and URL never stays the same

I love my moots who's blog theme and URL haven't changed since the day they made it

I love my moots who are super energetic

I love my moots who are super mellow

I love my moots who I just made and still have so much to learn about them

I love my moots who I've known for so long and we're super comfortable with each other

I love my moots. All my moots.

I love my moots <3

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Hello there.

Might I offer you a thought?

Erik teaching Peter how to play chess when he finds out that he's his dad, and Peter in turn him teaching Luna to play.

And then one day, while Peter's busy, Grandadneto is watching her.

Cue Peter getting back, and seeing his baby playing with his dad, and... and...

Peter: ...what're you doing, sweet girl?

Luna: playing chest with grandpa :)

Peter, who never really got to do that with his dad growing up, immediately taking a picture of his little girl beating Erik's ass: ...okay, baby :')

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Pictures of Evan in this sweater have a chokehold on me 🤤

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Ozzy Osborne is fucking dead :(

OMG!?!!

this is how i find out!?!! RIP King :(

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EVAN PETERS as Colin Zabel in Mare Of Easttown S01EP04, Poor Sisyphus.

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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐬:

Colin Zabel x fem!reader

WARNINGS: mostly fluff <3

I had known Colin Zabel for years, but our interactions had mostly been limited to friendly nods and occasional conversations about neighborhood happenings. We were acquaintances, never particularly close. So when he called me up last minute, sounding a bit frantic, and asked if I could look after his kids for the evening, I was taken aback.

"I'm really sorry to ask this, but something urgent has come up, and I don't have anyone else to turn to," Colin explained hurriedly over the phone. "I know it's short notice, but would you be able to help me out?"

I hesitated for a moment, trying to process the sudden change in circumstances. "Of course, Colin," I finally replied. "I'll be there as soon as I can. Is everything alright?"

Colin let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much. I'll explain everything when you get here. I owe you big time."

Curiosity piqued, I made my way to Colin's house, wondering what could have prompted such a last-minute request. As I entered his home, the scene that greeted me was a bit chaotic. Toys were strewn across the living room, and the kitchen counter was cluttered with dishes and half-finished snacks. It was clear that things had been a bit hectic for Colin lately.

Deciding to lend a hand, I rolled up my sleeves and started tidying up the mess, instinctively restoring order to the house. I found joy in bringing a sense of calm to the chaos, and by the time Colin returned, the house had been transformed.

Colin stood in the doorway, his eyes widening in surprise at the sight before him. "Wow, you've really worked some magic here," he exclaimed, a mix of gratitude and awe in his voice. "Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done without your help."

I smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "It's no problem at all. Happy to lend a hand when needed."

He insisted on paying me extra for my time and effort, which I initially declined but eventually accepted when he insisted. Grateful for my assistance, Colin proposed we celebrate with dinner, an impromptu gesture to express his gratitude.

As we sat across from each other at a cozy restaurant, the conversation flowed easily. We talked about our families, our interests, and our shared love for the neighborhood we called home. Laughter filled the air, and it was in that moment that I realized there was something more between us, something beyond the realm of casual acquaintances.

The evening stretched on, and the connection between us grew stronger. When we finally returned to Colin's house, a spark lingered in the air, undeniable and irresistible. He turned to me, his eyes filled with a mixture of uncertainty and longing, and asked, "Would you like to come in for a nightcap?"

I hesitated for a brief moment, caught up in the whirlwind of emotions. But something within me urged me to take a chance, to follow the path that fate seemed to be laying before us. With a nod, I accepted his invitation, and we stepped into his home, our hearts beating in sync.

The night unfolded in a beautifully unexpected way. We stayed up until the early hours, engrossed in heartfelt conversations that revealed the depths of our souls. Our connection felt effortless, as if we had known each other for a lifetime, and a tender kiss sealed the newfound intimacy between us.

As morning's light filtered through the windows, casting a gentle glow over the room, Colin broke the silence. "Thank you again for everything. You've been amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with appreciation.

A smile graced my lips, mirroring the joy in my heart. "Likewise, Colin. I'm grateful for this unexpected turn of events."

He reached out to hold my hand, intertwining our fingers. "I have to ask, would you go on a proper date with me? I want to get to know you beyond these walls, beyond the circumstances that brought us together."

I nodded, my heart filled with excitement and anticipation. "I'd love that, Colin. Let's see where this journey takes us."

!REQUESTS ARE OPEN!