listening to “too sweet” by hozier with the volume blasting and i’m just now noticing his deep voice in the back during the chorus and im blushing ?!
blushing cause his voice sounds so similar to arthur’s and now im just imagining arthur singing/humming “too sweet”
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I apologize for spamming re: Dracula, I'm just dealing with a lot of emotions right now.
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i do not feel like drawing even if i also kinda wanna draw... prolly more an energy thing to be honest. but also would very much like to doodle more hassan yk? speakin of which i still find it so fucking cool he knows how to speak orcish - but also not very surprising given where he came from, was like an even split between orcs and humans and half orcs and such. it's pretty chill honestly, it's like a tightknit little farming town in my head - or at least it WAS. hassan has a play in its gentrification. think i brought it up before, but does make me sad every single time. he shouldn't have played along with something so fucking awful, but also, shit man he does regret it. deeply. its a complicated thing. conversation veered badly but no yeah hassan knows orcish... i think he'd be a bit rusty, his pronunciation is off, and some of the words he'd use would be stiff and janky, but it's enough to get by. he tries i think, for somebody who speaks common way more. well english common. not quite sure if the existence of non-english common exists and whether or not more versions of 'common' exist - but to me, hassan's mother tongue is based in arabic. it's lonely to speak a language no one else might understand, not even yourself. it feels like there is no understanding without another to witness it, someone else to bare it with. it's a lot more raw, more organic to himself, truthful, while everything in english common is caked with formality and apprehension. yk. yadda yadad yayay idk but i do feel it would be even more isolating for him, not having spoken to anyone in such a raw way for a VERY long time. cuz theres no chance to, no one else can speak it, because as far as he knows, the language went with the time. maybe? there's really no saying
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Hi hello y'all
I'm still keeping Rick on hiatus for now but the good news is life is slowly beginning to settle. I feel a lot more secure and I'm finding a new comfortable routine. Unfortunately work is still incredibly busy and I still have a ton of stuff to do outside of it before I can really refocus on my hobbies and other things. Hopefully I will be back sooner rather than later though.
But I'm lurking every now and then, and I can usually be reached through discord. I hope everyone is doing well and taking care!!
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need him to fuck me again till my hips fracture
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Have a random Peepaw cowboy warmup!
One of my favorite things back in my riding days, was watching the way the rope would burn and smoke around the saddle horns when wranglers would lasso racing cattle. You had to be really careful though because it was an easy way to lose a finger. Leo has fewer fingers already so he has to be extra careful hah!
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ahhh I love your pillow princess ghost so much! I’m just obsessed with the idea that he wants so bad to be a good boy but he’s never really been taken care of before and maybe it doesn’t come naturally at first to relax like that and hand over the reigns. So he walks around all mean and snappy and snarly some days because he just doesn’t know how to ask! until miss finally stops ignoring him, sighs, and punishes him a little. Makes him get on his knees, cock hard and leaking, and explain himself. Before the praising of course. Ahhh I’m obsessed !! ❤️❤️❤️
He gets those days when nothing goes right, when there's too much paperwork, when his headphones don't work, when a cow gets loose and it takes hours to chase her down, and he just wants to shut himself off. He doesn't want to be a person anymore, being a person is too hard. Of course he can't voice that opinion. No one understands, they'd look at him like he was crazy. People might feel like that, but they don't actually mention it. He snaps at you. At you. He hates snapping at you, hates the way it makes him feel to see the flash of hurt in your eyes. Then something else trickles into your gaze, understanding.
You offer him a soft smile and tell him you'll talk later.
You let him get all the way through dinner, past his nightly shower, just to where he's getting ready to snap again at your silence, and you tell him firmly to get on his knees. It's the cool tone, the slide of authority, the possibility of having his head between your knees, that makes him drop. You rest your leg over his shoulder, and swat his hand away when he reaches for you. "No touching." You tell him, though that rule doesn't seem to apply to you. You reach your hand between your legs and rub your fingers against your slit. Tease your clit, spread your folds for him to see how wet you're getting. His cock aches in his boxers, his fingers itch, his mouth waters.
He doesn't touch you just listens, transfixed, as you pant and whine, as you fuck yourself with your own fingers. Not enough for you, never enough, he knows they're never enough. Not thick like his fingers, they don't stretch you as well, he could do better if you'd let him. You hum, eyes half lidded as you pull him closer with the leg over his shoulder. He moves eagerly, so good for you, always good for you. He deserves a reward doesn't he?
"Tell me what you want baby," You order him.
"Wanna lick you." He supplies, and you press your foot against his cock. Hard enough to hurt. Wrong answer. "Don't want to think," He tries instead, "want to be good for you." The pressure against his throbbing cock lets up and he cants his hips for more. He wants you to touch him again, he'll take anything.
"Good boy," You coo, pulling him in, pressing his mouth against your dripping cunt. He groans at your taste, gripping your thighs with thick desperate fingers as he devours you. "Such a good toy for me." You promise him. I am, he thinks looking up at you, I am, I am, I am.
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