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she melt

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beauty.

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SCREAMING

a 3d audio of rami moaning and talking dirty (use earphones)

let your imagination flow ;)

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PERFECTION

Haven’t drawn Rami in a while but I always want to draw Klaus now days so..

Just drew them both.

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She was fire, and light, and ash, and embers. She was Aelin Fireheart, and she bowed for no one and nothing, save the crown that was hers by blood and survival and triumph. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @akivas ♡

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Janna’s Hair Appreciation Post.

Follow for all things Skam NL.

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You’ve been visited by the fuck you Rami. May your acne fuck off. May your depression fuck off. May bill collectors fuck off. May anyone and anything who goes against you shrivel and perish. Reblog and prosper, bitches.

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Aelin smiled grimly. She’d bring them all down. Then Erawan. And then she’d unleash herself upon Maeve. 

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Snafu smiling ♡

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I NEED IT

So, I’m not sure if you guys know about this. I didn’t until I found it on an obscure internet article. But! You can buy Elliot’s notebook. They made it into a real thing. Here are some pictures of my copy.

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an underrated duo that i would die for

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1.07 | 3.01       [requested by @cuteboysaremyaesthetic]

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FRIDAY 3/15 8:30 PM         [requested by @winterbergs-blog]

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the other side

pairing: joe mazzello/reader (SMUT!!)

this is my first ever individual work of fic of my own!! i hope you enjoy!! sorry it isn’t that long!! <3

there is a secret little side of joe that he tucked away, just special for you. your boyfriend, to the world, is a charming and charismatic goofball, all grins and giggles. and of course you love joe for all his silliness. loving him is a rollercoaster of fun, a never-ending bucket of laughs, as free and easy as the shake of his shoulders as the two of you collapse into a fit of laughter, heads thrown back to the clouds as you cling to each other for dear life, like you’re the only thing keeping each other on the ground. loving joe is lighthearted and fun, every day a new adventure, a new reason you love him when you thought you’d ran out of ways to love the man months ago. joe is soft, and kind, and sweet, and everything you love about humanity, everything you could ever ask for in a best friend and a boyfriend. joe is also, however, an absolute machine in bed.

he has your hands pinned down up above your head, his cock hard and heavy in his boxers as he rocks against your core. he’s kissing you with such fervor and intensity that your head spins, soft whines and whimpers falling from your lips into his mouth.

he smirks and pulls away as you writhe and wiggle underneath him, seeking some kind of friction against your aching core. your fingers flex and unflex under his grip on your wrists, itching to reach out and touch him. to pull his mouth back down to yours, your neck, your chest, your dripping center. but joe is having none of that, gripping your wrists harder as he gazes down at you. “pretty girl…” he muses, humming softly “is there something you need, hmm?”

you let out a frustrated little huff, mewling softly as you try to rub your thighs together, to get some kind of pressure… just a little relief. “p-please…” you mumble, pouting as you meet his gaze. you cheeks are flushed, eyes tearing up with need as you squirm underneath him.

joe looks at you with mock disapproval “now, baby,” he coos, shaking his head, “need you to use your words for me, okay? can you do that, princess? can you tell me what you want?”

looking up at him through your lashes, you let out another soft moan, whimpering. joe loves when you get like this, all small and meek, doe eyes and kiss-swollen lips, please’s and pretty please’s and little mewls. your tongue swipes out to wet your lips, your teeth biting your bottom lip as your eyes meet his, and you whimper out a little “please, joe. need your cock… please??” and as you look up at him with those pretty pleading eyes, who is he to say no?

letting out a deep groan, joe feels his cock ache, he’s so hard, and it’s all because of you— you and your begging and soft voice. your beauty and essence that makes you absolutely irresistible. joe rids himself of his boxers and quickly pulls down your panties, unable to stop from cursing under his breath at the sight of your exposed core, so impossibly wet and pretty, and fuck, he’s so hard. running a finger along your folds, he groans “fuck, baby, this all for me?” all you can do is cry out, arching up into his touch because, oh my goodness, he’s finally touching you, and you’re so wet and you need him so bad that it hurts.

worldlessly, joe pulls your legs up to your chest and over his shoulders, and pushes into you. an absolutely pathetic moan leaves your lips, eyes squeezing shut, and joe’s groan is so deep you can feel it in your chest. you grap at his hair as his forehead falls against yours, and fuck, it feels so good. you feel so full, and you’re so tight around him that he’s seeing stars, and the two of you stay like that for a moment, his cock deep inside you as you clench tight around him.

“fuck, pretty girl… so fucking tight around me. such a good girl for me. my sweet girl,” joe smiles, thumb stroking across your bottom lip sweetly, and the praise is enough to make your head spin. you take his thumb between your lips, sucking on the pad of the finger gently, and joe mumbles a soft “fuck” as you do so. his hips start to move against yours, his thrusts not necessarily fast, but so deep, brushing against your g spot with each stroke. you can’t stop the noises leaving your lips, and joe’s not quiet either, your needy noises of pleasure mixing with the deep groans and moans falling from your boyfriend’s lips.

“joe… please,” you plead again, this time as you grasp his forearm.

and joe knows what you want— he always does— and grins inbetween grunts. “you want my hand around your pretty little throat baby? hmm?” his hips snap hard against yours, and you cry out, clenching around him as he brings you closer to the edge. all you can do is nod.

knowing exactly what you need, and not about to deprive you of that, joe slips his hand down, fingers wrapping around the soft column of your throat and gripping tightly. your eyes roll back and he can feel the vibrations of your sweet, needy moans and your soft gasps for breath, and he almost cums right on the spot, because fuck, you’re so pretty, and how the fuck does someone as pretty as you, as sweet and slutty and soft and perfect as you, love him in the way that you do?

your hand snakes down to rub at your clit, and you can feel yourself tipping over the edge with each thrust against your g spot, the tightening of his grip against your windpipe, and joe groans as you start to fall apart. “you gonna cum, princess?” he groans, and you nod.

your head feels fuzzy, and you’re basking in the warmth of your combined body heat, drowning in the feeling of his his hand around your throat, of the thrust of his hips against yours. he’s equal parts intoxicating and addicting, and you feel a dangerous combination of unadulterated lust and absolute adoration, and he’s too good at this, you think, and your nerves are on fire, body humming, cheeks flushed and lips pouted, all heat and desire and need. and you swear that if you died then and there, that you would die happily.