#BYEEEE

[chowbo]

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025) DIR. CHRIS APPELHANS & MAGGIE KANG

[occudo]

So... There is this Beauty and the Beast jmart fic by the wonderful @cirrus-grey called Not quite a tale as old as time 👀

[stephreynaart]

Drops this and runs away

[lacebird]

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN Star Wars Celebration Anaheim 2022 | Star Wars: Attack of the Clones 20th Anniversary Celebration

[empty-dream]

本当に敵わない

S2E2 // S2E6

[blondie-drawings]

GEORDI💛DATA AND DATA💙GEORDI

[metalsonicplush]

[jkvjimin]

forever with them ♡

[fortheharbingers]

Anyways. Prone bone with Kaiser and he is bottomed out inside of you, you have no idea how many times you’ve cummed already but he won’t seem to let go any time soon

You’re barely there maybe but never really lose the grip on the reality. It’s worse to keep your eyes open because then you’ll be painfully aware of the source of warmth underneath you- Ness with his soft chest, panting and heaving under you, trying so desperately to keep quiet but every time Kaiser thrusts, he feels your slick core grinding against him so deliciously- creating a friction that only makes the matters worse for him.

With each thrust, Kaiser presses you down with one hand on the nape of your neck and Ness can feel his length move against his skin through the barrier of yours. A contact is a contact, be it indirect or not. The mix of your cums rubbing against him, with his precum and aching cock, all he can do is to lie down and take all the crumbs the two of you- Kaiser will be allowing him.

Every once in a while, you try to move, maybe get up, maybe to face him or try and take a little control of the situation but the hand at the back of your hand keeps you fixated, leans down, his sweaty chest pressing against your back, trapping you between the two men, and whispers you to play nice or you won’t get to cum again, to behave or you won’t be getting anything else.

He places a soft kiss on your shoulder to make the matters worse, sometimes a peck that is more like a bite on the lips if anything. At the first hours of the night, you’d try and bite back, taste his blood on your lips with a smug grin but now with your mouth open, tongue out and drooling all over Ness, Kaiser gives you the tiniest fraction of something akin to soft and care while his eyes meet Ness’.

[chazchaschad]

thankfully I am immune

[gunsatthaphan]

the 🍑 quartet is complete 😌🙏🏻

[del-stars]

on james' boyfriend | jarty x sirius | 950 words | for @ecstarry & @v7lgar

explicit

Sirius is Uncomfortable. 

It’s one thing to hang out with James and his weird, abrasive boyfriend in group settings, but it has never been like this: just the three of them, sitting awkwardly in the bedroom that James and Barty share.

“Thanks,” Sirius mumbles, taking the joint from Barty’s outstretched hand. He takes a long hit, feeling the smoke burn at the back of his throat, then takes a sip of air to push it into his lungs. James plucks the joint from his fingers as he exhales, suppressing a cough. He quickly finds his water bottle next to him on the floor and swallows a few gulps. “No class today, Prongs?”

James shrugs at him from atop the bed. The room is becoming thick with smoke, both from their lungs and the incense burning in the corner. It’ll stink for days, but then again, Barty seems to just sort of... carry the scent with him. “Nah. Needed the afternoon off, anyway.”

Sirius nods. It’s Barty’s turn in the rotation now, and as usual, he’s taking his sweet time. “Hey, Jamie,” he says, joint between his lips, “fetch me a glass of water, will you?”

“Yeah, sure, babe,” James leans over and kisses Barty’s cheek before he goes, and Sirius tries desperately to suppress an eyeroll. Barty seems perfectly capable of fetching his own water, but James molds to his every whim. 

The door clicks shut behind James, to keep the smoke in. The moment it does, Barty leans toward Sirius, a few feet beneath him on the ground. “What are you doing on the floor?”

Keeping away from you, Sirius thinks. He doesn’t want to say that, of course, for fear of Barty’s unpredictable reaction, so he shrugs.

Barty leans back against the wall on the opposite side. He pats the space next to him, where James had just been. “Come sit up here.”

He really should say no— just say no, and have it be done— but his ass does hurt a little from sitting on the hardwood floor, and the bed seems really comfortable, and he feels oddly inclined to do what Barty tells him to. Against his better judgment, Sirius climbs into the bed and settles next to Barty, leaning against the wall.

It’s different, being in Barty’s gravity like this. Very suddenly, he understands why James keeps a loser like him around. Barty is hot— in the conventionally attractive way, sure, but also in the way that he doesn’t seem to give a shit about what anyone thinks, and how he commands the space around him with confidence.

“Better?” 

Sirius can’t find his voice. “Y-yeah.”

“I like you, Sirius.”

Sirius hates the effect this simple sentence has on him, sending a shock down his spine because, goddamnit, it feels so good to be liked. “You do?”

Barty tilts his chin forward, and Sirius realises how close they are. “Mhm.”

It’s horrible. The smoke is thick in the room, it’s too hot, Sirius shouldn’t have taken that last hit, and it’s horrible, because he’s overwhelmed by his own desire to kiss James’ boyfriend. Their faces are mere centimeters apart, and Sirius’ head is buzzing, and he should really just get up and leave because he’s got homework and a shift later and lots of things to do that aren’t staring at the lips of his best friend’s boyfriend.

“Come here.”

Sirius’ can’t help it. Barty says come, and so Sirius does, and then he’s kissing James’ boyfriend. It’s a disaster; it’s a mistake; it’s the greatest thing Sirius has ever done in his life. Barty attacks his mouth, fisting his hand in the back of Sirius’ hair. He comes at him all teeth and tongue, controlling every movement. Sirius allows himself to be taken there. 

It goes on for too long of a moment, both of them locked in their own little world, but then Barty starts to tip Sirius backward to lay him down. Sirius goes, and as he feels the mattress begin to dip under the addition of someone else’s weight, the back of his head hits something hard. His eyes fly open to the sight of James above him. Barty has laid him in James’ lap.

“Hi,” James smiles.

“Prongs, I—” Sirius is cut off by his own gasp as Barty descends onto his neck. 

James cradles his head. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.”

Sirius holds James’ gaze, trying to search for some sign that this is wrong and horrible and should stop immediately, but it never comes. James just keeps smiling at him, sweetly, even as his boyfriend starts to unbutton Sirius’ jeans. 

Sirius only shuts his eyes once Barty swallows him down, face contorting as he moans. “There you go,” James coos above him, brushing a strand of hair from Sirius’ cheek. “You’re doing so good.”

Barty’s mouth is on him and James’ hands are in his hair and Sirius can hardly take it, hips being pressed into the mattress. “J-James—” he gasps, and before the name is fully out of his mouth, James is kissing him. He swallows every noise Sirius makes, licks over the expanse of his cheek, and even lets Sirius bite down on his lip as he cums down Barty’s throat. 

Sirius sits up on his elbows when it’s done, watching Barty wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. He winks at Sirius, then redirects his gaze to James. “Told ya,” he says, before planting a wet kiss on James’ cheek and slinking out of the room.

“Told you what?” Sirius asks, still a bit bleary.

“Nothing,” James replies, tugging on Sirius’ shoulder until he’s resumed his position in James’ lap. “Sleep, Pads.”

Sirius complies.

[manikas-whims]

gonna suck him dry 😈

[uc1wa]

thinking about make up sex with jason and he’s being so gentle while saying the filthiest things :< you can’t help but to forgive him

tags: fem reader, breeding

"gonna raise that fuckin' voice at me again?" a gruff voice takes you out of the trance you're put under. the trance that was jason's fat cock filling your entrance at a slow pace that was enough to make you go crazy. the long and slow strokes a reminder that, even though the argument you two had prior was filled with hatred, yelling, and ugly words, he still loved you... but it wasn't his fault he loved your pussy too.

with his lips grazing your ear, pulling his cock out only to push back in as far as he's able, you shake your head. "never," you groan, hands attempting to reach around his frame, but he's just so big that you're unable.

he moans a "mhm," into your ear, turning just so that he's able to bite your lobe, licking the shell. "y'know nobody's gonna fuck you like i do baby," a reminder to the words you said in the heat of the moment, the words that told jason you could leave anytime you wanted. that the sea was far and wide and you could take your pick whenever you'd like.

but, just as he knew he wouldn't want somebody else's pussy carved into the shape of his cock, you knew you'd never find somebody who knew your body the way that jason did.

"nobody knows this sweet pussy like i do," he reminds with another long stroke, this time he's pushing your thighs back with big palms. so that, as if it wasn't before, his swollen red tip hits that part in you that makes you scream. and, as if clockwork, a loud, "j-jason! just you. j-just for you," falls from your lips as you moan against the hot skin of his shoulder.

"’n who do ya love?" he grunts, holding still as his cock’s sitting in the deepest parts of you. his cock pulsating just as the muscles surrounding it and keeping it warm do the same, begging for movement when he comes to a halt.

"you! you, jason, y’know i love you," you whine high pitched and all, grabbing him and pulling him while your hips try grinding against him.

and he doesn’t say it back. he doesn’t need to, you know he loves you with the way he shoots his seed deep into your core, deep enough that there’s no possibility it won’t take <3

[lady-arryn]

Matteo Martari as Francesco Pazzi S02E05 • Medici: The Magnificent

[idliketobeatree]

thought about charles and edwin doing their own version of the "I was wrong" apology dance from good omens. 16 dead 134 injured