#5.0

[coolthingsguyslike]

[sunnythanalan]

“I am Emet-Selch... Ascian.”

[retroness-is-fabulous]

[meowzfordayz]

Hello!! I was wondering diue to the event your holding you could do a aged up genya x afab for number 2? Thank you!!!❤️❤️

MILESTONE 5.0

Hihi !! ☺️ Ty for participating — I hope you're doing well, and that you enjoy this lil Genya tidbit! 🖤

I kiss you on your neck, you were staring at the ceiling, I should've known right then and there you were a runaway. — Bad Omens

CW: mild sexual content

Genya knew he was a quiet lover. Growing up angry and resentful, while hurtful and still lingering, had also taught him the strengths of patience and determination. Perhaps fearful lover was another appropriate description for his iron gripped insecurities, but—generally—he opted to dwell on the softness, painstakingly nurtured, in his touch. He hadn’t known he could do gentle. Hadn’t known he was capable of intimacy. Couldn’t believe he deserved close enough to feel you breathing. Maybe that’s why you were slipping away?

He hadn’t noticed, initially. All relationships went through ups and down, him and Sanemi being exhibit #1, and he was well aware that he’d entered your heart with heavy shoulders. But he’d wanted to improve. He’d wanted to heal, to process, to drift away from the shadows that roused him nightly —  with you peacefully snoring beside him.

“Talk to me,” you murmur, scratching lightly along his spine, his lungs heaving as he blinks drowsily against the vivid sensation of abandonment, “You had another nightmare,” voice laced with concern, “I’m listening.”

You’re right, of course, but, “I’m fine,” he rasps, “Just need water.”

He gets up before you can get up for him, his long legs gleaming in the moonlight, your fingers curling tight around wrinkled, lifeless sheets. Your disappointed sigh doesn’t register, his ears still muddled with adrenaline, slim silhouette fading from the bedroom.

“Okay. I’ll be here.”

Eventually, though, he’d picked up on your fraying energy, the comprehension that you weren’t ever fully with him hitting precise and square as he hovered above you.

“Kiss me,” he whispers, straddling your waist, chest radiating heat as he nearly touches your skin, “Please.”

You acquiesce, careful hands wrapping around his nape, lifting yourself up to him, a familiar, aching pleasure guiding his mouth into a sorely missed deepness, your tongue shy as it flicks across his bottom lip.

Something’s missing, “May I kiss you?”

You nod, lying back, grey longing in your stare as he memorizes—for the hundredth time—the curve of your figure.

Now, he wonders how he hadn’t realized that that would be the last of your affection, pressed sorrowful and wishful into his movements of lust, masked by how much I missed you.

“Whatcha thinking about?” you ask brightly, your phone set aside.

“Thinking about how I want to pleasure you,” he answers smoothly, comforter crinkling as he turns toward you, “What did you have in mind?”

“Exactly that,” you wink, barely caught off guard, “My phone’s off and everything!”

As he tugs you into the hardness of his body, he can’t help but notice how your mirth—that he’s always loved—never quite reaches your eyes.

[theholyone777]

[heysoojr]

[syrcus]

most of my shb-era g'rahye gposes are anime/manga remakes... (original under the cut)

[radracer]

Mercury Capri Cosworth

[mustanglegendarymachine]

The Mustang Dark Horse model

Is a track focused step up based on the GT that uses a 500 hp 5.0 liter V8 with either a 10 speed automatic transmission or a six speed manual.

Ford said the heart of this engine contains connecting rods from the 760-hp Mustang Shelby GT500 plus a revised intake system.

[kurotaurus17]

One of my coworkers at my part time gig got her baby back after some shop work…that thing is a BEAST!!!! 👀 I talked her into a few test shots before convincing her to have a full on shoot at a later date…I already have a premise in mind…”The Beauty that is a Beast!” 🙌🏾 Don’t let the pretty face fool ya, she’s forgotten more about cars than I’ll ever KNOW…🤓

[southsidegrimfromthegravez]

Creepin up on ya, hittin cornaz

[coolthingsguyslike]

[imsoknesecary]

5.0 Stang

[voliyu]

5.0 & 6.0

[meowzfordayz]

ALRIGHT T. TENGEN WITH PROMPT 15. the song kind of implies nsfw so we'll go with that please 💖

MILESTONE 5.0

Hiya! 💗 I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING YOUR DRABBLE. Lowkey felt like it was turning into a one shot, but it was actually shorter than I thought. 😆 Def my fave Tengen fanfic that I've written (thus far) !! 🥳

You’re moving different when we making love, baby tell me, tell me, who do you love, do you love now? — Who Do You Love

CW: 18+NSFW, explicit language, Fem!Reader, implied cheating, oral

Tengen knows he should call you out on your bullshit, just as he knows you’ve always been sensitive. You’ve always giggled when he pinches your earlobe, bright sound hitching as he leans closer, low whimper in your throat at the feeling of his tongue sliding smooth and soft from your tragus to the corner of your jaw. Just as you’ve always gasped into his mouth when he pulls you flush to his chest, breasts warm, nipples perking at the friction from his shirt, hands memorizing the tautness of his obliques as he cups your head, the curve of your ass. And you’ve always, always parted your legs for him: large palm shoved between your thighs, most of your weight supported by his build as you lean into him, unsure whether to grind onto his fingers, or to wait patiently as they graze over and over and over again, just barely applying enough pressure, and—intentionally—missing the ache in your clit.

He’s always been good, great, at frustrating you. Sexually. Finally tugging aside your panties—Please Tengen, I swear I fucking, just, p-please—smirking at their dampness, the stickiness of your essence. Always savoring a taste, eyes closing at your bittersweet pleasure, promptly returning for More, grinning into your kiss as you wiggle until his sweatpants fall off of your hips. You’ve always enjoyed “borrowing” his clothes. He knows your body, your moods, as well as he knows his own. In tandem, in sync. Carrying you to the bedroom, your ankles hooked behind him, tits bouncing slightly, precum leaking—tip smearing on your skin—with every step. Locating the nearest piece of furniture, bending you over it, quietly asking you to spread your cheeks, knowing your folds will always glisten, puffy and lewd, when you do. Too impatient, dangerous groan filling the living room as you get on all fours, ass presented prettily, even prettier after he slaps it, dropping to his knees so he can bury his face in your cunt, initially careful about jostling you, eventually too pussydrunk to remember. You always end up with rug burn.

He knows he should call you out on your bullshit, just as he knows you’ve never rejected him. Sure, you’ve said No. He’s said No too. Sometimes, the tandem wobbles. Sometimes, snuggling on the couch while your current obsession plays on the TV, or while reading a book, or while listening to music, or while taking a nap, is better than making love. Falling back in love is always better than fucking. Until now.

Until he learns that rejection doesn’t just sting. It decays. Decays the suppleness of your pussy suffocating his cock. And the satisfaction of your eyes welling as you struggle to deep throat him, spit dripping messy and shiny beneath you.

“C’mon baby, you can do it, hm, you’re so good for me,” he murmurs, one hand keeping your hair out of your face, the other keeping you gagged on his cock, tip twitching at your wet, choked noises.

“I-” you pull away sharply, something unfamiliar sunken dark and stiff in your glare, “I don’t want to.”

And then he knows.

Of course, it’s fine if you’re not in the mood. It’s fine if he’s accidentally pushed you too hard. It’s fine if you need a moment to reset. To reassess. To reassure each other.

But what does he do when you’re looking through him?

What does he do when you’re lukewarm to the touch?

What does he say?

What can he say?

Tengen knows he should call you out on your bullshit, just as he knows you’ll still promise I love you.

Always?

Always.

[theholyone777]

Luv these cars.