#I FUCKING LOOOOVE HIM

[artmustdraw]

Shrignold shit!! :D

[kinardbegins]

in dire need of a scene where tommy briefly mentions picking buck up and buck being like "uhh in case you haven't noticed i'm preeeeetty big and i doubt you'd be able t-" before he's suddenly hoisted up into tommy's arms and in his initial panic he wraps his legs around tommy's back and his arms around his neck and gets all flustered and tommy goes "like that?" and buck is a stuttering cute mess before he manages a lil "god that's so hot" before burying his face into tommy's neck <3

[sluckythewizard]

PART OF A BIGGER DOODLE PAGE. WHEN ITS DONE ILL TUCK THE LINK INTO THIS LITTLE X RIGHT HERE ----> [X] I REALLY REALLY LOVE THE TOM N JERRY DYNAMIC W EMIZEL N VEX. IMAGINE BEING SO SO HAUNTED BY A LITTLE GUY THATS JUST SSSSOO FUCKING ANNOYING.

[beyondthislifetime]

People who truly dislike Edwina Sharma are wild. Heaven forbid an 18 year old be charmed after being almost relentlessly pursued by an older man. Three married women, including her mother, are for the match. THE QUEEN is for the match. The only person saying he isn't right for her is her sister and like I'm sorry but my sister could swear that a man wasn't that into me and I would not listen if he BOUGHT ME A HORSE!???!!?!!

[pollenallergie]

You cannot tell me that, even at fucking 17-19 years old, Steve Harrington isn’t a Midwestern dad to his core. Like you can’t tell me he doesn’t use Midwestern dad-isms because he absolutely, 100% does. I’m talking about saying “ope” when he accidentally runs into someone/something, I’m talking about saying “yello” when he answers the phone, I’m talking about him twirling his keys around on his pointer finger and asking Dustin if he’s “ready to rock and roll?” before they leave to go anywhere together.

[harbingersecho]

grif: locus you're not, you're not blushing right you wouldnt.. u oudnt not, sarge?

locus:

grif: please pleas eno

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"No Looking, No Touching, No Nothing." Ethan Landry X AFAB! Reader.

Well finally, here we are, the first smut for the new boy! I know, two fics of him in a row but hey, this is what love is! I adore this guy, expect me to revisit him many times! Now this is an idea that hit me hard and I couldn’t let it go, so, let's not waste time and get into this! 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.7K. Ethan Landry X AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Established Relationship. Rope Play. Restrained Ethan. Masturbation. Toy Use. Some Praise. Taunting. Teasing. Dirty Talk. Gagging. Cum Eating. Denial. Ruined Orgasm. Dom Reader. Mean Reader. Punishment. Crying. Begging. 

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Ethan was a good guy, a great boyfriend, really, but sometimes, just like any person, he could annoy you or do something to hurt you and the pair of you could clash. The issue was minor in the grand scheme but when it came down to it at times emotions and tempers flared and made even small issues get blown out of proportion. You stayed upset longer than he did, and he folded sooner than you did. 

You expected it. 

He was a needy guy, not being around you for even a few days while you had this spat was unbearable for him, and so he conceded. He pleaded to meet up, you allowed it and when your hands were in his, he asked, “What can I do to make it up to you?”

It should have taken you longer than this to come to this idea but you had thought about, (masturbated to), this very idea a lot and thus here we are.

Ethan, wearing nothing but the ropes tied around his wrists and ankles and anchored to the posts in each corner of your bed. You were still mostly dressed, and had taken your time tying him up. He was watching your every move with great interest, you were securing his right wrist last, leaning over him, chest very close to his face and you could tell he was fighting the urge to press his face, feel you against his cheek, smell you, him trying so hard to be good was cute. You slipped a finger into the ropes hugging his wrist and tugged, “Too tight?”

A shake of his head as he responded quickly, “No, no it’s okay.” 

“Good.” You withdraw your fingers and then lean away from him, in favour of leaning over to your nightstand, you open the drawer and start rummaging through, you find the first item in no time. 

You pull it out and move it to your other hand, the first one still rooting around for what you wanted next. Ethan’s gaze was fixed on that first item in your grip, he recognized it of course, your favourite vibrator and he couldn’t help but wonder what you were planning on doing with it. You glance at him, a simple move of your eyes and a small smile plays on your lips, “Curious?” 

“Very.” He admits, he was already hard at the mere suggestion of you dragging him back to your place and tying him down to show how serious he was about earning your forgiveness.

Painfully so when you’d stripped him down without so much as a kiss, again with a taunt that he could get that when you’d forgiven him. Now with your clothes partly gone, him trussed up and held down, and you, gripping that toy that you’d cum against countless times, was dying for any kind of touch. You hadn’t even really laid a hand on him, it was all mere suggestion, teases, and here he was leaking pre-cum against his stomach, desperate for real contact. He always had an active imagination and during times like this he seriously felt it wasn’t always a good thing. 

Your fingers catch on the next item you were after, “Too bad. You’re gonna have to wait.” 

The object was fished out and you held up and that made him snap out of his mental train of thought while watching you, gaze tears away from the vibe and up to the new thing you were holding and his eyes got wider. Explaining it was unnecessary, he recognized it was a blindfold. He wanted to protest but would never dream of it and still, not like he could stop you either way. You moved closer, you slipped the blindfold over his eyes, secured it behind his head before you left him entirely. He felt you get off the bed, you left him alone on the mattress and next he heard the scrape of the legs of the chair you kept at your desk along the floor. 

You stop then. One hand on the back of the chair, the other still holding onto your vibe, looking over the criminally hot view of him tied to your bed. 

His voice cuts through, asking, unsure, neediness already colouring his tone, “Are you still here?”

A laugh breaks out before you then tell him, “Yes, I’m still here. I'd never abandon you.” 

"Good." He responds, clearly soothed by your admission.

You drop your panties and take your seat then. Settling back, legs spread, you reach down and begin to touch, slow, and soft, wetness already flowing. The pleasure starts low and easy and you begin to lean into it, an adjustment, shifting your hips, leaning in closer to your own touch and letting a small sound slip out. You weren’t sure he heard it at first until your gaze flicked to him, seeing his body react, a sharp inhale, a tug so minute on the restraints you almost missed it. 

God, he was really going to have a rough time with this. 

Soon fingers and quiet sighs weren’t enough and real flesh gave way to well placed silicone, one press of a button and it springs to life, the humming of the constant vibration filling the bedroom. You don’t waste more time, all warmed up, hands come down, the tip of the toy touches your clit and your legs jerk from the sudden and extreme jump in sensation and you let out a gasp. 

He was trying to picture how you looked at this moment. How would you be positioned in the chair, did you get totally naked? Were you squirming? Browns pulled together, bottom lip tugged by your teeth, back arching-Fuck. 

He wanted to see you. He listened hard, trying to commit every sound to memory, using each part as a clue to parse what you are doing to yourself that he wasn’t allowed to be privy to. He can almost see which is the most maddening thing, can kind of see but not really through the bottom of the blindfold. He shifted on the bed as your moans kicked up, it did feel good, but of course you had to play it up just a bit to really make it really hurt. Speaking of hurt he was beginning to ache, a dull but steadily increasing throbbing, a hard tug that made him want to wince. His cock was bobbing the same way his Adam's apple does when he takes a harsh swallow, sticky strands connecting inflamed red tip to pale taut stomach snap from the involuntary movement. 

Your hips move, pressing yourself closer to feel the vibration stronger, holding the toy more snugly and you moan, loud, his name and that makes him want to beg. Instead he allows himself to curse and that makes you smile, a truly indulgent smile, a deep breath before you ask, voice clearly laced with pleasure, “How you doing over there?”

Horribly, terribly, in pain, wanting to touch you, taste you, but most of all he was feeling very, very fucking sorry. 

He sugar coats it, still doing his best to earn his way back into your good graces, underselling how rough he was doing with a half shrug, “Not great.” 

“Awe, no?” You played dumb, asking him in a tone that was sickeningly sweet and bordering on condescension. The end of your taunting question was punctuated with another moan, your head tipping back as you ground yourself harder. Next you said, as if you couldn’t help it, more hushed and on an exhale, “God, that feels good.” 

Unfair, it’s all so unfair, he should be the one making you feel like that. His next response came out shakier than he intended it to, confirming what you said, “No.” 

A coo of mock sympathy pours out of you, “Poor baby.” 

He wants to whine but any sound he makes takes away from yours, he is still lost in his own head fantasising about what you are doing to yourself. He wondered if that sound, the one that sounded just a tad tortured, meant you were rolling a pert nipple between your fingers as you swirl your hips just so which then led to that sweet sounding moan leaving you? That slick patch on his stomach was growing steadily larger as he continued to ache for you, he was struggling to remember the last time he was this hard. 

If you had realised previously what great masturbation fuel Ethan tied up and helpless on your bed was in real life as opposed to just your mind, you are pretty sure you would have tried it out ages ago. No point in lingering on that now when you can make up for lost time. The pleasure was building, you were moaning more, and his resolve was breaking under him, being crushed under the weight of his own desire. He tugs on the ropes restraining him and he can’t help it when he says the weak, “Please?”

The grin almost splits your face in half as you ease up, lifting the toy just a hair off your clit as you ask, “What was that Ethan?”

He doesn’t respond right away, clearly not having meant to say it in the first place, and you sing song his name out, “Ethannnn-”

A huff and he asks louder, “Please?”

Delicious, his tone was positively edible, “Please what? You have to be clear.”

Another tug on his ropes and he admits, “You’re too far away.” 

You laughed, then you touched the vibe to your clit for a moment, the jolt of pleasure up your spine making another moan tear out before you ask, “I’m too far away?” 

“Yesss-” He practically whined, “Please? Wanna feel you.”

“Awe, lovely, lonely, Ethan.” You hum in consideration before you pull the toy away again and start to get up, “I suppose I can be a little nicer.” 

You push the chair aside and start to get on the bed, he feels the mattress shift and licks his lips in anticipation, waiting with an almost un-Godly amount of anticipation. He wonders where you will touch, what you will do and then, he feels it. Your legs brushing over his as you are getting comfortable on the bed and then nothing. He wonders for a second till it becomes clear, you chose to sit yourself at the end of the bed, between his spread legs. He could feel the barest hint of you on his calves so you were still technically touching him but it was yet again, another tease.

You are back to touching yourself in short order, vibrating silicone pressed back in place with another moan and a shudder he can feel now with you on the same surface as him and you are going to kill him. 

His head tips back, chocolate curls splay across your pillow and he groans, this was too much fun. You tsk, “Now, now, no complaining, or you won’t get anything.”

Easier said than done of course. He bites his tongue as another melodic little moan pours out from your mouth and into his ears, syrupy and maddening, akin to honey. He is sweating far too much, his fists are clenching as you are working yourself over, a stuttering exhale as you curse makes him pulse again, him still leaking all the while. 

As you look him over in his current predicament it makes the pleasure spike and more heat race through you. He was trying his best for you, neck and chest flush, dick so stiff it looks agonising for your boyfriend as he keeps attempting to tug on the ropes, as if they would magically give way any second and allow him to touch you or himself. The restraints easing to allow him escape was something you both know was an impossibility from how well you tied him, your knot practice had developed too far for something like that to happen. He was so sweet, so endearing, you soften slightly and place blame on how much pleasure is running through you for even considering it.

An idea strikes, leaning over, he feels your chest brush over his skin and his leg twitches under you as he feels hard nipples graze over him as you reach down over the edge of the bed to the floor, “I have a proposal.”

He hums in question and you continue, “I’d hate for you to ruin any chance you have of getting off so how about I make it so you can’t complain at all?”

Agreement comes lightening fast, a nod as those two words fills the space between you as he begs, “Yes, please, please, please-”

Your fingers snag what you wanted and you sit back up right, adjusting onto your knees you lean forward and ask, “Ready?”

A second and more confident nod and when he opens his mouth to respond you take that as your in and shove the damp lace between his lips, making sure the soaked gusset is pressed down to his tongue, effectively gagging him on your own arousal. You pull your fingers out and you sit back between his legs, hands totally off him and it took him no time to know just what you’d done. He moans into the wet and soft fabric, his eyes roll back behind the blindfold, another heavy bob of his shaft, slapping against his stomach. 

His hips squirm, thrusting up uselessly into the empty air and you enjoy the sights of him so much it pushes you further, you turn the toy up higher, your moans get louder in pitch and deeper in passion. 

The sounds of you were killing him, the wet slip of you moving it around on yourself, circling your clit probably, the creaking of the bed, the constant humming and the smell, Christ you were so close and so messy he could smell you.

He wanted you to climb aboard, bury your fingers in his curls and ride his face for all he was worth, he wanted you to take it, his tongue giving you what you needed instead of that vibration and having his nose buried so deep he would smell you hours after you parted. Another groan into the makeshift gag against his tongue, the taste of you is invading his senses, he wants it from the source, this wasn’t satiating his hunger at all, it was making it worsen, wrapping around his belly and tugging, causing another futile rock of his hips. 

You were getting close, he could tell from the frequency of your moans, the panting of your breathes, the inability to stay still, you sounded fucking perfect and he craves and hurts in desperation. 

“Oh fuck, Eth-Ethannn, M’ almost there.” You cried to him.

He knows, he knows, dear fucking God does he know. 

There is not a thing he can do about it, he can only listen and continue to throb as you keep repeating his name, a chant, a hymn, a prayer interspersed through gasps and moans and then that hitch, that damn hitch in your breath. It tells him everything, you are on the razors edge and you suck in that last breath before ecstasy takes hold and he is forced to listen to the worst torture of the day thus far when he cannot do a single thing about it, he has to listen to you cum all while whimpering his name and about how fucking good it feels. 

It feels incredible, electric and revitalizing, it spreads through you, washing over you beautifully, totally in sync with yourself and lost to the feeling of the moment. Perfection.

By the time you have rode out your bliss, his nails were hurting his palms from how hard they bit into them, the sheets below him felt damp from how much he had been sweating, his limbs a touch sore from how much he’d been yanking on the ropes attempting to do something, anything. In short, he was a wreck, the way he was breathing was as if he was post orgasm along with you but now, he was still thoroughly unsatisfied. 

Your voice cuts through his deliciously horny haze, a pleasant sigh as the humming stops, the toy turned off, “Mmm, that felt soooo good.” 

He is so sure. You were being mean, very mean and he wanted to tell you as such but with your balled up underwear still in his mouth he could not. 

You take him in again, the sight of him, the utter mess that was your boyfriend, his chin was wet, he’d been drooling. You know he is obsessed with the taste of you and the idea of him unable to help himself from licking and sucking the very essence of you from the material normally pressed to your most intimate places makes you want to go for another round already. 

You think that he has almost suffered enough, there was one last thing to do, to really drive home the point and make sure he doesn’t pull that shit again, that he is truly sorry and contrite. Another adjustment, you reach out, tug the panties from his mouth, they are drenched between you before and his spit, you toss them aside as he works his jaw out and you ask, “You sorry?” 

“So, so sorry.” He nearly hiccups and you hum, “You really are?”

He pleads, you are sure if you could see his eyes they would be positively beseeching, “I am! I really am! I’m sorry, please, please believe me.” 

“Okay, okay I believe you. So…Do you want to cum?” 

The answer was obvious, his excitement was immediate, “Yes! So bad, need it, need to cum, need you, please-”

You giggle at his frustrated urgency and say, “Alright, I’ll help you out, I’m gonna stroke you till you cum and won’t stop till you're done.” 

The words you picked were purposeful, carefully crafted to put him at ease. A false sense of security because you however had other plans. He’d take whatever you had to offer, and this was more than generous to him all things considered, “Thank you, fuck, thank you, thank you.”

“Of course, anything for you.” Hands start low. You are sitting on your knees between his ankles and your hands start there, begin to slide up, teasing touches of your fingertips and passes of your palms and he squirms. Short and soft pleas of, "Baby please, M' dying-" Go unheard as do soft calls of you name.

Your hands continue your ascent, up and up until your fingers pass over his inner thighs, intricate patterns drawn, so close but so far from where he truly wants them, he tries to remain patient, to wait but you make it a difficult task. Your hands don’t stop moving, gentle strokes and then two fingers, one on either side slide up, missing the base of his shaft but impossibly close to it before tracing along his hip bones. He groans in disappointment and you bite back your grin. You don’t relent, you watch it all happen, as you continue to tease, touching him, legs, arms, chest, stomach, hips, everywhere but where he wants it most, it all mounts.

He was already very worked up from your little show and so it didn’t take much until you knew it was inevitable and you timed it just right. 

One finger is all it took. One long, languid stroke of your finger, starting right at the base of the underside of his shaft, dragging up and over veins and the blushed and hot velvet of his skin, your nail catches on his frenulum before your fingertip circles the tip once, twice, three times before your hand pulls away all together.

His reaction was nothing short of gorgeous, back trying to arch, a gasp, his breath stutters before he bites his bottom lip in response to your first touch of the afternoon on him in any real way that matters.

Your hands are back on his hips, keeping your promise, your hands don’t stop stroking, just not where he wants it and you get your reward, you watch. 

Eyes don’t leave as it happens, his dick is straining, his chest rising and falling with quick and shallow breaths and he whines, begging anew, “No, no, please, no, kee-keep touching me, please! Shi-shit, shit, shit, I cah-can’t stop it, fuck!” 

And as if on cue, poor, desperate Ethan cums without a single thing touching his dick, your hands still on his hips, nails scratching lightly at the end of each indulgent stroke of your fingers. His dick is twitching jerkily against his stomach, cum not even shooting out, more dribbling, an agonising ooze coating his happy trail and leaking down his sides in short order as he struggles in his bonds, his head pressed to the pillow under it, heels digging into the mattress below. He whimpers out your name as the lack of sensation sinks into his bones, the heavy weight of the lack of pleasure as he leaks his cum out, the physical response of his orgasm happening, cock pulsing, sac pulled taut to his body but none of the actual amazing sensations to accompany it. 

You technically didn't lie. Your hands continued stroking him throughout his orgasm, even if it was a ruined one.

It takes a while for him to settle down. For his body to go slack and his dick to stop spilling white all over himself, and you feel accomplished, truly proud and also very hot and bothered over the fact that you did this to him, no one and nothing else. Just you. 

You reach out, your finger runs through the puddle of cum, dipping briefly into his belly button before going lower and lower and then running over his spent and slowly softening shaft, it makes him suck on his teeth, a sharp inhale that makes his body go taut again from overstimulation. Your hand lifts and when it does he relaxes slowly again, you suck on your finger, tasting him before you go in for more, he begs you to stop, tells you it hurts, you pay him, and his pretty promises no heed and press on.

You continue your pattern until you hear it. 

A sob.

Heart wrenching, show stoppingly stunning, you glance up, finger pausing on his body, and you see his cheeks are wet underneath the blindfold, you made him cry. 

You halt, he feels you get up, you come forward and sit up near his head, you reach down and tug his blindfold up, sad brown eyes are looking up at you, a pout on his wet face and you lean down. You kiss him and he leans up into it, impossibly needy, you smile into the kiss, nip at his bottom lip before pulling back and saying, a hand stroking down his face you tell him, “Now I forgive you.” 

[shima-draws]

For anyone doubting whether or not to watch the MLB movie: I do have lots of positive things to say about it, but most importantly. Fucking. Daddy Gabriel. HE IS SO!!! He is so.

If you’re gonna do it do it for him

[kaeyx]

For a religious man, Fyodor really likes the idea of being responsible for your downfall. There's nothing he loves more than taking his sweet, innocent lover and moulding them into his ideal lover, his personal porn. He doesn't actually care if you're not "pure" or "innocent", to him you can always get worse. The more kinks you have the more he can exploit, the less you have the more he can implant into your pretty head until you don't even remember they weren't your idea.

[ozzieinspacetime]

Forgot to post abt the last few tmagps but. I'm sensing a polyarchives 2.0 and I am THRILLED about it,, Gwen/Teddy/Alice/Samama/Celia I believe in you <3 you can succeed where Sasha/Tim/John/Martin failed. You can be the miserable polyamorous rep I need!!! Trust me guys I can see it.

[junkissed]

his eyes are sooo sparkly i could actually cry he is literally the prettiest man in the whole entire universe. the universe itself lives in his eyes

[thalassic-p4rk]

My catsona! It is 1am I do not have energy to elaborate further rn. I get up for work in like 5 hours.

Ngl I have no clue what this looks like my vision went out when I started the background 2 hours ago. I am heavily relying autocorrect rn I cannot see for shit.

Inspired by this bitch <3:

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Crying. I knowwww me n Jamie's wedding anniversary is later this month (PLUS MY REAL ANNIVERSARY WITH MY REAL GIRLFRIEND) but like.. I watched some PPG earlier after a lil bit of not watching any and I forgotttttt man. I FORGOTTTTTT HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THAT GUY 🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖🥺💖

[harmonicabisexuals]

cameron marrying a guy dying of cancer 🤝 wilson dating his cancer patient

[mihai-florescu]

Himeru, who has so many emotions like anger and envy in him that make him sick:

[joskippy]

Winter king shows that if Simon were a boy, she would suck ass ☝️