#@voiics

[pandaanarchy]

HP Roleplay | Devon Bostick as young!Mundungus "Dung" Fletcher

— I'm not a thief! You foul little... git! I'm a buyer and purveyor of valuable and wondrous objects.

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

SOLLUX: 2he2 gone… forever… 

ARADIA: n0t true i will haunt y0u

[gho2ty]

every day ii thiink about how ii have amongu2 downloaded but iive never played. ii have mafiia fla2hback2.

[goblinsbriide]

Why is piya aaye na the greatest song ever

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

holy shit he acttually did it

[senseibalance]

coming home and i'm all yours.

[myownpainintheass]

HE KNOWS SHE HATES HORSERADISH

ILOVETHEMILOVETHEM

ALSO I LOVE ALL LUCY'S POSH COMMENTS LIKE YES

[paiinball]

LOST MY PHONE AGAIIN. BLOGGIING WIITH MY MIIND. AMA

[banananagoose]

[zafrinaxyz]

𓄼ralak x f ༅ metkayina!reader

18+ 𓄼 iv - blowjob 𓄹 m.list

ralak is an OC by @ zestys-stuff . mates . bj [m receiving]

you can't seem to stop staring. your mind has fully taken over. you were standing right outside of the marui's entryway, & he had just gotten out of the water. he has not noticed you yet, thank eywa. large fish on his back, supported by one arm dangling over his shoulder. you wanted to eat him alive

you slipped inside and made your way over to your shared bed, with a few moments later he slipped inside behind you, drenched from the ocean, sending you a quick smile. he was solely focused on preparing dinner, while your thoughts had other plans

you just knew it was hanging low, half hard, crying out to be touched. he was always wanting you... it only took a few seconds of caressing, kissing and light touches and he was ready. how you would continuously tease him while clear precum made its way out in beads out of his needy head. his groans would rumble throughout his chest, silently dying for more. it's when you would finally connect your lips, worshipping the tip and collecting all of the clear substance, but to no avail as more would continue to flow. up at the top on his back, your mate's mouth is wide open, reveling in the feeling of your heavenly mouth. he would reach down and grab a handful of your hair, and guide you to take his full length, unable to resist anymore. the desperation made you giggle around him, but you oblige your absolutely gorgeous provider

first you would start slow, lubing him up and feeling him start to fully harden. he releases your hair and throws his hands behind his head, not wanting to obstruct his perfect view. what on pandora did he do to deserve you

believing he is well prepped and ready, you introduce one hand to simultaneously stroke him while the other massages his heavy pair. he lets out a moan as he is beginning to get closer. his abdomen constricting time and time again. you change both hands to stroking, releasing him from your mouth to shoot a quick smile at the man falling apart below you. he is halfway gone, breathing out a quick laugh and throwing his head back against the bedding. you begin to leave open mouth kisses along the ridges and lines of him, wanting to make sure he knew how much he is loved & appreciated. and for the hell of it, giving him a very small & light bite for good measure, earning an almost-like growl

you resumed your stroking, returning your mouth to him and increasing your speed. his breathing increased and his chest fell and rose dramatically. all it took was one deep intake of your throat, and he held you in place instantly by your hair and released down your throat, painting your pink walls in white. you slowly let him go, making sure none of his released escaped.. using your hair as a guide, he brought you into a messy and frantic kiss, both of you feeling as though the room was on fire ...

"tahni"

he was kneeling right in front of you on the ground with his cloth still on. you jumped out of your dirty thoughts, looking at him with wide eyes and a blank expression. he was holding a leaf with dinner right in front of you. he eyed you suspiciously, wondering what was going thru your mind

you quickly took your food and nodded, hoping he didn't notice how flustered you were. ''would you like some of your favorite drink from the top shelf?'' his deep voiice enveloped you, while gently rubbing your calf. you cleared your throat, feeling as though you may have lost your voice

''yes please... thank you''

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[dirksawesomesprites]

combine dave n sollux. please. the ultimate gamer

your handle is turntechArmageddons. you enjoy ironic beatboxing coding new software into you computer to upgrade you DJ skills. you speak iin a my2tiic cool kid iillu2iive way, the only remotely iintere2tiing part of your voiice ii2 the occa2iional acciidental lii2p. you are the ultimate gamer. with an appreciation of the genius rapper MC lars, and game theory. your friends dont particularly enjoy your excessive rambles about FNaF lore.

[scrunkalicious]

I LOVE VIKTOR SO MUCH IM YEARNINF SO BAD RIGHT NOW I AHRHRGAGAAARGTGTHHTTHAAAARTGGTGTTGGAAAAARARGGRHHTGT I WISH TUMBLR HAD VOICE MESSAGEZ SO YALL COULD HEAR ME SCREAM RN BUT I AAGEGRGRGRG HIS VOIICEEE HIS VOIIIUUCUCIEEE HIS VOIICE OMAKDOGMGMGMOGMGOGMGOGKG HIS LITTEL ACCETN GIT ME AUWHAHAAVVRGTTVTVTBBY IM SQUEEZING HIM SO TIGHTLY WRIGJT NOW I AMAHEGRGAYAAHAHAAAERGGTTGTGTV HEZ SO CUIUTEEEE IM CUPPING HIS FACE IN BETWEEN MY HANDZ AND KISSING HIM SILLY ALLLLLL OOOOVVVEEERRR AAAGEGRGRHHSGABABAA

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

SOLLUX: the funniie2t part of therapy two me ii2 when you fiir2t come iin and youre exchangiing niicetiie2 and they 2ay "Hello, how are you?" and you 2ay "iim fiine how are you" and then thiirty 2econd2 later they put on theiir therapii2t voiice and 2ay "So, how are you doing?" and you go well ro2e. beliieve iit or not iim doiing Bad

[gho2ty]

and then youre liike whuh-whrow.

[catominor]

(martinus voiice) lucius... what... of coursee its normal for guy friends to jerk each other off??? whatt its totally normal i dont know whatyoure talking about. we can kiss while we do it if that makes you feel better

[writinginthesecrettrees]

So yeah.

Dean finds the porn Sam did to make ends meet in Stanford, and he doesn't say anything. But suddenly Centerfold is playing non-stop ("Driver picks the music, bitch.") and belting out "My blood runs cold, my memory has just been sold, my angel is the centerfold" and it doesn't take a pre-law genius long to figure out what's eating at him.

And maybe they never really broke up but that last time (furtive, angry, desperate, hurryhurryhurry before the bus pulls up) had been a goodbye and they both know that Dean's flings and Sam's almost-fiancee in those years weren't cheating. But this... getting money for getting fucked on film feels like a betrayal. If Sam would rather do porn than call Dean for help... Maybe the betrayal was his. He could have gone with Sam, could have kept him safe, could have gotten a job or hustled pool or, hell, he could have done the porn so Sammy could focus on school and stay his only. If Sam was doing porn, Dean had failed him. As a brother, as a lover--

Sam's voiice cuts through his thoughts. "I pretended they were you. I just... I was so empty without you."

And he wants to say he was too but instead he says "looked stuffed full to me," under his breath, half-hoping Sam won't hear and he doesn't look. Can't bear to see the kicked puppy hurt in Sam's eyes that he doesn't deserve because it was Dean's failing. Dean's fault.

And that's why he deserves the "Bet it took you all of an hour to fall into some bar slut's bed" Sam throws at him and the only time he's ever heard that venomous tone was aimed at Dad. Dean takes a breath, tries to pull his thoughts into some semblance of an argument and maybe if they get it all out, bleed out the poison, they can be them again, but Sam sighs before Dean can respond. "Dean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean that."

"Yeah, whatever," Dean says, because he still wants that fight but if Sam's gonna be all mature. He glances over to see Sam with some wry smile and a bottomless sadness etched on his face, quickly hidden when he notices Dean looking.

"Yeah, whatever," Sam says and maybe it's his imagination, maybe wishful thinking, but Dean could swear there's longing there, some note that reminds him of years gone by. Back when they still tried to be just brothers.

And it's the way Sam chuckles as he calls Dean "Jerk" that has Dean changing the music, and he's not belting it out but he still sings along with "buckle up baby, it's a bumpy ride, we're two kids hitching down the road of life" and the ache in his heart eases just a little when Sam's hand slides over to brush against his leg.