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Black Death by Kevin Wang 801

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today is the only day you can reblog this

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SANSA STARK Game of Thrones S08E01

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One Piece 801 // One Piece 1082

They both put their whole heart into these ships for their kings 🫡🏴‍☠️👑

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birds of a feather

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Akutagawa daily 801/★

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Thirsty - 55 AND JAKE IM BEGGING YOU

HEY SUNNY!

YOU DON’T NEED TO BEG unless you wanted it in a timely manner. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F!reader Word Count: 850 Warnings: smut, overstimulation, p in v, mentioned fingering, mentioned oral (fem receiving), the mortification of being walking in on Minors DNI

Smut Prompt #55

You’ve been seeing Hangman for a couple months now. Suffice to say, the uranium mission had made him much more agreeable. Easier to palate. Just enough of his edges smoothed to make his smart mouth charming where it had once provoked with sarcasm and biting wit. And in that time, you hadn’t exactly wanted for sex. Hangman’s appetite was something else; you can’t think of a single time he’s left you wanting. But that doesn’t mean that you don’t like to take things into—ahem—your own hands every now and then. So when Hangman grumbles that Cyclone has wrangled him into a late night at North Island, you decide to have some fun.

Your assigned housing unit’s door doesn’t creak anymore since Hangman fixed it. Not that you’d have noticed after half a bottle of wine, anyway. You’d been too distracted to hear your spare key snick the deadbolt or the door open. So you were shocked into momentary stillness when Jake appeared in your doorway hardly thirty minutes after he’d usually roll around. Staying late, your ass.

“What’s wrong, darlin’?” he asks, eyes drinking you in unabashedly where you’re spread out on your bed, fingers buried between your legs. “Don’t stop on my account.”

You heaved a sigh. That wasn’t how you’d planned on your night going. Reassuring your situationship that taking your pleasure into your own hands wasn’t a reflection on his ability to get you off. “It’s not like that.”

“What’s it like, then?”

You decide direct is the best approach. “Sometimes I just want to cum.” And you’d assumed he wouldn’t be stopping by after his apparently-not-so-late night.

Hangman hums as if he’s mulling it over while he unbuttons his khaki top, dropping it as he steps forward to tower over you in his undershirt and regulation pants. “Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don’t we see how many times I can make you cum right now.”

When Hangman gets something in his head, he chases after it with his entire being. It’s one of the things about him that had both infuriated and fascinated you.

So, the answer is five.

Once as he guided your hips in a sinful grind against his thigh, sucking a bruise into your collarbone. Again with his fingers massaging the sensitive walls of your cunt and pure filth caressing your ear. Twice with his face nestled between your thighs—technically a third when he used his tongue and fingers in tandem.

“Jake,” you whimper, lightly swatting his head away from your quivering, oversensitive pussy. “That’s– ah! That’s enough.”

He chuckles, the sound originating deep in his chest. “You sure?” he asks, crawling up your tired body. All you want to do is sink into your mattress, but plush lips catch your nipple, and you can’t help the way you arch into the slick heat. He lets your nipple go with a pop. “I think I can get one more out of you.”

He takes his time playing with your tits before he nudges your legs far enough apart for his hips to slot between them. He shudders as he presses himself close, lazily thrusting his long-ignored cock along the length of your cunt. Nudging your clit and sending sparks crackling all throughout your system before drawing back to start over again. You wonder, a little hysterically, if he broke something inside of you. If he’d knocked a screw loose for you to want it after the wringer he’s purposely put your body through.

As the sensation walks the fine line between pain and delicious pleasure, you wrap your legs around his hips and roll into his next thrust. Offer him more of the friction you know he craves. He looks every bit the cat who got the cream as he brings a hand down to position himself at your entrance, but he pushes in slowly. Relief and restraint warring on his face as his jaw slackens and he fights to push in slowly, the movement slick from how wet he’s gotten you.

“There you go,” Jake rasps, muscles bunching as he lowers himself to capture bitten lips in a kiss. The rhythm he starts is gentler than you think he’s been with you before, but he’s brushing all the spots that wind you tightest. His pale eyes are half-lidded. “This okay?”

It’s over far sooner than you could have anticipated, but with everything else you’ve endured and the way Jake grinds against your sweet spot with unerring accuracy, liquid gold rushes through your veins as he makes you fall apart in record time.

“So fuckin’ hot,” Jake groans, pulling out of you to strip his cock. Grunting as he shudders through his orgasm, pearly ropes decorating your abdomen.

“Six,” he says, pressing a kiss to your stomach before leaving the bed to retrieve a washcloth.

You’d throw your pillow at him if it weren’t so comfy… or if you could get your arms to work. “Don’t sound so smug.”

“Whatever you say, darlin’.”

You’re asleep by the time he gets back to the bed with that washcloth.

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discovered that bold italicized windows 11 emojis are just slightly funnier than their normal versions in an unexplainable way

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trying to redesign the shamans….

was thinking of renaming em cherubs, elohim, or guardians

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[soulkeeper801]

By the Fireplace - Mina

Requested: can i request mina and reader by the fireplace fluff pls

Mina x f!reader

Fluff

Words: 434

As you and your girlfriend settled down by the crackling fireplace, the soft glow of the dancing flames caressed your skin, creating a warm and intimate ambiance. The plush rug beneath you provided a soft haven as you both leaned in closer, reveling in the proximity of your bodies.

Your fingers interlaced effortlessly, your hands finding solace in each other's touch. The gentle strokes of your thumbs sent waves of tenderness through your veins, igniting a fire within your hearts that mirrored the one before you.

Mina leaned in, her breath grazing your ear as she whispered, "Every time I touch you, it's as if I'm rediscovering the sensation of falling in love all over again."

A shiver danced down your spine, and you turned to meet her gaze, lost in the depths of her eyes. "With each caress, I feel the strength of our connection, the way our souls intertwine," she confessed, her voice a mere breath.

Her fingertips traced delicate patterns along your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "In your touch, I find the language of love, the unspoken promises of forever," she murmured, her voice filled with passion.

As the fire crackled, casting flickering shadows upon the room, you found yourselves drawn irresistibly closer. The warmth of the flames mingled with the heat of your bodies, fueling a desire that burned brighter than any inferno.

Your lips met in a passionate kiss, an exploration of love and longing. The taste of her on your tongue ignited a hunger that only she could satiate. The soft brush of her hand against the nape of your neck sent shivers coursing through your entire being.

"I ache for you," you whispered, your voice laced with desire. "You are everything I have ever looked for."

She smiled softly, her fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer.

The fire crackled on, an echo of the passion burning between you. Your bodies moved in sync, finding a rhythm that spoke of a profound connection. Skin brushed against skin, leaving a trail of heat in its wake, as you surrendered to the flames of desire.

Between stolen kisses and whispered declarations, you built a sanctuary of love, a haven where vulnerability and passion intertwined. The fire became a witness to the depth of your affection, illuminating the raw beauty of your desires.

As the night carried on, your love story unfolded amidst the backdrop of the fiery embrace. In the intimate glow of the fireplace, you discovered the profound power of touch, the language of love written on every inch of your skin.

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GRANTCHESTER (2014 - Present) Season 8, Episode 1

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Do You Know This Anime?