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[boozy-the-ghost]

Name: Shani

Age: 26

Relationship Status: Single

Sexuality: AroAce

Crush Initial: N/A unless we count fictional characters

Followers: 186

Favorite Friends/mutuals: @fluentmoviequoter @sleepyleopard @sleepy-kiddo

Birthday: September 7th

Favorite Song: She's the prettiest girl at the party and she can prove it with a solid right hook

Guys this is bumming me out on instagram so can we start this as a tag game on here plz?😭

New tag game!!!

So basically just answer these questions

Name:

Age: (put N/A if you want)

Relationship Status:

Sexuality:

Crush Initial:

Followers:

Favorite Friends/mutuals: (again put N/A if you want)

Birthday:

Favorite Song:

And then tag people!!!

I’ll do it so I can tag people

Name: Fae

Age: 18

Relationship Status: Single

Sexuality: Gay

Crush Initial: J

Followers: 279 I think

Favorite Mutuals: N/A

Birthday: May 9th

Favorite song: Mr. Nihil by ¿?shimon

@toxetta @f4ilure-g1rl-fuyu @aghusernamesaredifficult @providence-menace @porcelain-dolliee @mickkikikikikikikikikiki @riftty-rifter-rebellion @k1-2-ur-h3art @like-ribbons-in-your-hair @starstruck-angelgirl @aliceclawz @blurringmysoul and anyone else!!/nf

[sideswipesjetpack]

Hey… so me and @reader-from-nowhere made a crack comic.. turned angst… come eat..

SHOUTOUT TO MAGMAAAA PEAKKK ONG

Somewhat au?? SKNSKSJSKSJSJS

[polinsated]

#thank you nicola

[lottee-e]

🎀More of my silly little sketchbook drawings 🎀

[naropinosa]

[penguinkura]

They relaxing and comparing the size of their hands ❤️❤️

(Leorio just got out of the shower)

And this is the last drawing of the year!

Happy holidays to all ✨️✨️🥂

[ncthandrake]

SAS: ROGUE HEROES | 2.01 🐾

[butterbabyflapjack]

just a scene from wild animals where you and Brian have a pedophile strapped to your kill table.

From where he’s sidled up beside you to steady your waist, Brian smiles. “Sorry to distract,” he says. “Just wanted a better view. This is much more interesting than I’d anticipated.”

Gary doesn’t seem as delightfully interested in whatever’s going on here–what he still hasn’t wrapped his thick skull around.

“What the fuck is this?!” he shrilly demands from where he’s naked and bound, fat body wriggling atop the cabin’s table; his attempts to tear through rolls and rolls of plastic heightened tenfold. “What are you–What–Wh-Who are you people–?!”

Brian raises a brow down at where he’s strapped Gary solidly in place. Soft lips casually pursing, though he says not a thing. And when he glances instead at you, it’s as if he’s waiting for you to speak; for you to address your prey, or perhaps to object if he himself does. And when you don’t say a thing, the anxiety of this situation unforgivingly crashing into you, he slips quite easily into orchestrating things on your behalf.

“Well,” he says to Gary at last, with his arm still snuggly ‘round your waist. Good-natured, in what seems his exposition. “This is Ava’s aunt, as you’ve already been introduced.” He flashes a handsome grin; one shared in the politeness of greeting. “And I’m the guy who’s going to watch her kill you.”

There’s a second which hangs in time, in which language and time itself no longer make sense, no longer drag forward, with you all caught inside its sluggish web. And then those halted seconds all catch up at once, speeding forth and crashing into you, into Gary, until his eyes are nearly bulging from his head, a fat vein on his sweating brow skipping.

“You…” he struggles to say. Like he can scarcely comprehend what it is Brian’s saying. “You… You… what…?! You… You can’t…” He trails off. Can’t seem to bear repeating what was said. Yet Brian waits, patiently silent, as though unspokenly demanding this from him.

And eventually, with no other options…

“You can’t… You can’t kill me–!”

“Oh, I’m afraid we can,” Brian returns, quite simply. “And we’re going to. Just as soon as your lovely executioner’s finished preluding your end.”

Gary’s a broken record; plastic twisting with his every failed attempt to somehow free himself.

“Y-you can’t–!”

“Yes, you said that already,” rumbles Brian; dark eyes shining. “Might I recommend you try a different angle from all those potentially leading out of this? Perhaps a remorseful prayer? Or you could try tearfully begging...?” Gentle lines crease beneath his eyes as he smiles, oh-so-helpful. “I’m not sure either would work, but it’s worth a shot, right?”

You can practically hear Gary’s heart slamming against his ribs, the tape strapped across his brow sheening as he tries again and again to shift his head, to move it even a single inch to either side of where he’s cocooned.

“I–I–”

“Words, Gary,” Brian chastises from above him, “I’m not a mind reader.”

“I… F-fine,” Gary stammers at last. Horror wide in his gaze; imploring, “I… I have a p-problem, okay? I can’t…”

“You do have a problem,” Brian mildly agrees, though it seems he isn’t thinking of quite the same problem Gary is.

Gary tries to shake himself. To keep his head on straight. You can see it in the wildness of his blinking. “I couldn’t.. help it,” he says, soon desperately babbling. “I-I-I… I couldn’t h-elp myself, b-but… but I’m going to get help! I’m… I’m going to…!”

Brian purses his sculpted lips again. Glancing thoughtfully, for a moment, about this abandoned little cabin in the woods, before his eyes return to those of the man strapped to its table.

“I don’t think anyone here’s going to help you, Gary,” he smoothly says. “Not in any way you’ll immediately appreciate, in any case. Though you’ll certainly be abstaining from all those things you just can’t seem to help yourself with for a while, so…” His slow-formed smile’s all cheek. “You’re welcome~”

[ruegoreos]

oh hellooooo

Can i get a Poe blurb???? I need to get the juices flowing for more Young One .....

Since the next chapter will have Poe and Din temporarily separate, can i maybe see your thoughts on Poe masturbating??? For... reasons....... TEE HEE TEE HEE

poe masturbating😈😈? i can do that✨✨

The rhythmic fap fap fap of Poe's hand furiously stroking his engorged length filled his bunker as he lost himself in his own self made pleasure. He sat on the edge of his mattress, thighs trembling as he held back his orgasm again.

Poe's tanned skin had a soft red hue dusting his ears, cheeks, neck, clavicle, and pelvis. His dick was practically pulsing, the length of it a dusky red at the swollen tip a deep purple, save for the generous amounts of precum spread over it.

He was practically sobbing, tears of pleasure and torture stinging the corners of his eyes, which were hazy and half lidded, his long and full lashes fanning out across his sharp cheekbones.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Poe chanted, his hips begging to snap up to meet his hands movements. But he restrained himself. Exhaling sharply, his breath wavered as he looked down at himself, at the state he was in. It was pathetic. He was pathetic.

Reeling his head back, his Adams apple bobbed heavily in his throat, the veins in his corded neck strumming as he let out a loud whine, shuddering softly as he denied himself of his orgasm again. "Fucking please," he whimpered, tugging his plush bottom lip between his teeth.

He was begging. Begging to anyone who would hear him. "Please please please please," Poe gasped softly as he finally let his hips move, the round curve of his beautifully carved ass bouncing as he thrust up into the tight circle of his fist. "Ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuck-"

Screaming loudly, tears spilled down his red cheeks as he finally reached his long overdue orgasm. It was so beautiful. It ached so deliciously bad. His blood sang and his bones wept as rope after rope of gloriously thick and shiny cum spurted from his aching slit, his sticky spend splattering over his abs and chest.

Poe's hand continued to slowly glide along his now cum soaked shaft, his wrist loosely drawing out the movements, listening the liquids squish against his sticky palm, watching the ring of cum build along the base of his dick, his own thick seed dropping down his aching balls.

Wiping his runny nose with his free hand, he sniffled softly and then wiped the tears off his face. Pleasure still strummed through his body, plucking at his nerves system like a finely tuned instrument. With a whiny breath, Poe gently squeezed his fist around his throbbing tip before collapsing back onto his bed, grabbing a pillow and cuddling it to his chest, eyes screwing shut as he bathed in the afterglow of his orgasm.

[elixir]

As per Icelandic heritage of turf houses I have updated the Neon Blue Acaras coconut house by covering it with Java Moss, and Imagining it as being a icelandic turf house... 🫧🇮🇸

[luckydiorxoxo]

[newgfblogontheblock]

everyone should read hair trigger written by @ratsplendor

[luzzarm]

06/22/1952 - US Olympic Theleton

It's something about the way Dean blinks ♡

— ᴳᴵᶠ ᵇʸ ᵐᵉ ☆

[lottee-e]

My sketchbook lately 💕🌷🌸

[tin-bt]

Hey guys do we approve of this new shading style 💕💕

I think its fire, im probably gonna keep it