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[cryingaftersex]

LANA DEL REY photographed by NADIA LEE COHEN for SKIMS (2024)

[natequarter]

unwilling narrator

[frodo-of-the-nine-fingers]

he might be doomed to die tragically but he's got great tits

[marimosalad]

Batstarion doing Astarion things

[swordgrl]

via r/fourthwavewomen

[serious-goose]

today is a very special 'don't forget to snooze tumblr live' day 🗡️

[kaeddehara]

DIRTY PICTURES AT WORK — NSFW

[ tighnari + cyno + al haitham ]

♱ warnings — cursing + mild nsfw + bondage

♱ notes — minus kaveh :(( ; lowkey rushed because school is kicking my ass right now

| TIGHNARI |

tighnari is almost even on his phone even after working hours. he doesn’t see a need for it but nevertheless still keeps it on him. sometimes he’ll receive messages or emails and chooses to ignore them when he doesn’t even know who they’re from yet. but there are occasions when he does have a break and he’ll look to see if anything is urgent or needs his attention. but when he sees messages from you or specifically pictures, he can’t help but wonder what that could mean. he hastily opens up your messages only a reveal a couple pictures of you on his bed only covered with some very thin fabric he could only assume was a new set of lingerie you’d gotten to wear.

“i know you don’t check your phone much at work so we can have an even better time when you get home <3”

he’s more than happy he’s alone not only so he wouldn’t get caught, but also to cover the obvious blush lining his face. his long, pointed ears are probably flushed at the point too. his eyes scan the images you sent again and he can’t ignore the way his cock is hardening at the sight of your pretty body. he made sure to send you a message quickly complimenting you, already so anxious for your response. he made sure to save those pictures to his phone so he could go get rid of the problem you gave him in the restroom. trying to hard to keep his embarrassing, pathetic sounds to himself while stroking his pretty cock to the sight of you. all the while, he’s mumbling to himself about how he’s gonna treat you when he gets home <3.

| CYNO |

cyno actually doesn’t even use his phone. he won’t look at it unless you or someone else tells him to. chances are, he can’t even work it that well because of how often he’s not on it. so you when decide to send him some pictures of your cute tits only being cupped by a thin piece of fabric with a sweet message about how you miss him, he has no idea about it until you mention it. you’re all excited when he gets home and ask cyno how his day was and all those little questions you always do. it’s only until you ask if he saw the pictures you sent earlier that he gets confused and shakes his head no. you huff in annoyance but the second he goes to check right in front of you, you can’t help but smile at the shock on his face. he scans those pictures and message so hard you’d think he brain had stopped working for a minute or something. it isn’t too long before he throws his phone to the side and pushed you down against the nearest piece of furniture to have his way with you. making sure to cup your pretty tits while humming apologies and also some questions about why you’d send him that during work unless you’re just asking for it.

“you can’t even wait till i’m home is that it? you want me to get hard at work just so i can punish you?”

and you want nothing more than to being just a smile in that moment with cyno pressing his lips right against yours to keep you from responding so he can have you right now and make up for what he missed.

| AL-HAITHAM |

al haitham is always pretty tedious about how he goes about most things. work or just mundane acts he always does with precision and focus. when he does have some downtime however, most of it is actually spent messaging you or responding to emails that he may have gotten while on the job. hes very good about keeping his business personal and too himself and that makes no difference when you send him certain messages. at first, al haitham doesn’t know how to react whatsoever. he’s practically in awe of the dirty messages you sent along with those pictures of you freshly out of the shower in whatever sort of sensual position you want him to see you in.

“keep working hard and you’ll have a reward when you get home <3”

he deeply exhaled and tried to cover the blushing mess that was his face. it wasn’t long before his break was soon over and he had to get back to work. all the while, his mind would not stop thinking and imagining all the things he would do to you when he got home. maybe some punishment was due just because you thought sending him pictures like that when you knew he was working. he decided to respond to your message as to not leave you hanging, waiting for his answer.

“you’d look better with some rope wrapped around those wrists and thighs”

he knew he sounded so serious but also considered how much you enjoyed his serious tone he’d use when he meant something.

“why not show me when you get home kay?”

he had to turn his phone over at all the perverted thoughts filling his mind every second. all because you wanted to send him those pictures in the middle of his working ours WHILE there were others around. you were in for such a harsh punishment when he got home.

[remornia]

In another life

[bebemoon]

daine wearing elena velez .

[calware]

some little pixel guys i made during the aggie yesterday <3

[natequarter]

It’s always “why did you commit regicide” and “your covered in blood” and never How was the treason The treason looked fun was it fun

[sapphirecherry]

trying to articulate my thoughts on sam winchester and all that comes out is

[juriansgeneralgoods]

Jurian is the funniest character in the entire ACOTAR series and I'm pretty sure most of what makes him so funny isn't even on purpose. like he's a living legend. he led a slave revolt and allegedly spent the whole time bragging about how great he is. he's a femme fatale. he crucified someone. for five hundred years, he was Spirit Halloween costume jewelry. he eats loudly. he was such an obvious double agent and literally nobody around him noticed even though four of them could read minds and his motive for siding with the baddies made no sense. he's really annoying. he's deeply traumatized. his ex girlfriend tried to murder him in the middle of the final battle of the series. despite being a relatively minor character, the main trilogy nearly ends on him and Feyre talking about the future. his best friends are a queen he unintentionally got turned into a bird and a centuries old nobleman he spent months intentionally antagonizing. he's almost a king. he's sprawled out on a ridiculous pink couch. he's undead. he's literally just a guy.

[boycasanova]

Silver not having a last name is so funny to me. Lilia probably thought it was so cool, like, "He goes by a mononym, like Aristotle, or Nero, or Caesar... or Rihanna." And for the rest of his life, Silver has to argue with the DMV, club bouncers, and the liqour store over his "obviously fake" ID.

He's like, "Father, they wouldn't let me pick up my medication again, please send me a copy of my adoption record and birth certificate so I can show this bitch."

[swordgrl]

[cod-dump]

Imagine ghost and soap are in the field, ghost is sniping, and he sees a hostile that looks too much like Johnny, and for the first time in a long time, he hesitates to take the shot. When he looks at the body afterwards, he can see the clear differences. The hair is wrong, the nose-shape is off, the jaw is too rounded, there aren’t scars where johnnys are. But in that moment, staring through his scope at Not-Johnny, his heart stops. He doesn’t breathe, doesn’t blink. Once he hears soap’s voice bleed in through their comms, he comes back to reality, and takes the shot.

Later that same night, tucked away in their tiny safe-house, ghost watches soap while he sleeps. Traces a finger along his cheek. Presses his fingertips into soaps pulse-point, proving to himself that Johnny is still alive. That he wasn’t killed by Simon’s hand.

So you do like me…

I like you alive.

He does. He loves him (alive).

—🗡️

It’s happened only twice. Panic shooting through him upon seeing that face cross his scope. The first time he shot without hesitation, freezing in horror of the appearance of the man he killed. Only an hour later when he was able to leave his perch was he able to determine that it wasn’t him.

That he didn’t kill Soap.

The second time he froze as the man crossed his sight. He had the same build, the same hair, but he wore the enemy colors. When the man turned around Ghost was almost fooled. But then he looked at him closer, seeing that his face shape wasn’t the same, the his skin was less marred with scars. He took the shot but uncertainty plagued him until he heard Soap over the radio.

“Looking good on the ground, LT. How’s it look from your perch?”

Ghost had to swallow to wet his dry throat before replying, “Looks good from here. Taking out stragglers.”

Later when they were able to regroup, Ghost had to stop himself from staring at Soap. They made it to the safe house, made sure their men were fed and cared for, before retiring into Ghost’s room. The safe house had enough space for both of them to have their own bed but Ghost just wordlessly grabbed Soap’s hand and pulled him with him. Soap followed, no comment or resistance.

They laid in bed together, Soap snuggled into his side. Ghost fell asleep, the adrenaline from the mission finally gone from his body. But he would not rest easy.

He could see the enemy charging. He shot the man dead, approaching him to make sure he stayed that way. But peering down at him, seeing a all too familiar face. Blue eyes wide open with the look of betrayal in them.

Ghost was startled awake. He was breathing heavy as he looked around the room, finally turning to look at the still sleeping Soap. He reached over, his finger brushing the man’s warm cheek before sliding under his nose to feel his breath. Then he moved down and felt his pulse. Ghost heaved out in relief, turning and pulling Soap closer to him.

Soap instinctively nuzzled his head under Ghost’s chin, still asleep as Ghost held him, shaking. Ghost tucked his nose into Soap’s hair and swallowed, unable to fall back asleep.