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[posititties]

i did it again because it's literally all i can think about now

[whampersan]

- queef by cupcakke playing in the background -

[fickleduster]

✧. ┊   Random Thirst, lmao

※ bottom.sub, amab.reader ➤ cw: dacryphilia, overstim/dumbification, rimming, hand holding 😳, sum petnames, meanies I tell ya, I wrote this intoxicated so do with that what you will

Like the most adoring boyfriend that he was, he saw you as nothing short of a masterpiece, the most perfect boy he could ever lay his eyes on.

— Correction, hands.

And he made sure that you knew, too, (even if this sentiment isn't quite 'hidden',) he always found ways of showing his adoration with his hands; be it mindlessly tracing your skin or holding your own hand at every opportunity given, he had done so and much more.

"Stay still, baby."

... Even as he's eating you out, he has a hand intertwined with yours, with the other gently squishing your plush thigh.

Having you squirm under his mouth, legs locked on his head, and unabashedly moaning as if no one would hear... Without much said, it's obvious that he relished in having you reduced into a puddle; whether by his tongue or his cock, it's his pleasure to be of service for your wonderful body.

Even after what felt like hours since he started lapping at your hole, he had found himself wanting to coax more and more orgasms from your adorable cock. Even as your body's twisting and turning, tightly grasping at the dampening sheets under you, he just couldn't stop. It's just that you tasted so damn good.

You shiver upon hearing his voice, low and warm against your neck, "... Can't you handle a bit more, darling?"

It was then that you pleaded for the first time that evening— pleading that you can't keep cumming so easily from oral alone, pleading for his cock already. He wouldn't be able to stop the mockering chuckle that left his mouth.

That's when his free hand finds it's way to your slick hole, and a finger enters with ease.

Without even so much as a small thrust of his hand, your back had already arched upon a silent scream.

You had came for the nth time that evening.

"That's a good boy."

—

... It's almost animalistic, the sight of him lurching down to your equally sweaty form while he panted, mumbling obscenities with every shallow breath he took.

He could laugh, at how you're barely holding on as he forced your ass up. You're just as a babbling wreck as he was, head thrown back at every single thrust forced into your thoroughly slicked ass, body limp against his tight grip.

This was what you wanted, wasn't it? So why are you crying so damn loud when he forces the third load inside?

➶-͙˚༘✶

fushiguro toji, vox akuma, hex haywire, simon "ghost" riley, uzui tengen, chrollo lucilfer, quincy, tartaglia, kamisato ayato

[coronangelic1]

Does anyone else dont see themselves as the mc orrrr because personally the mc is NOT me. Like im here supporting her wanting to fuck that man as her last dying wish. Im just here to see everything either go downhill or get a happy ending!! The mc is the deranged one not me!!!

[aistobascistod]

Cryptograms : Manipulated :: My crappy goats : En matiin lutpd

[tijdvoormemes]

ik zag een tiktok en nu ben ik boos

[setmefreejia]

✨draw your love💕 九宮格

[madeliefkrans]

Movie stills from Columbus (2017) dir. Kogonada

Art from top to bottom:

Living Room At Night by Dmitri Cavander

The Upstairs Hall by Larry Bracegirdle

Marc Dailly

Driving gloves by Larry Bracegirdle

[nedermemes]

fakking hel eurovisie is echt een shitzooi

[polldermodel]

Weet jij nog een leuke vraag om in te sturen?

Ja, ik ga dit meteen doen!

Ja maar ik wil deze graag voor mezelf houden (why)

Nee, ik weet niets :(

[beritall]

Brb ff mn Nederlandse paspoort verbranden

[saturnvs]

frågar på svenska då jag vet att vissa som följer mig är från sverige — är det något värt att gå en konstutbildning vid universitet, alternativt ett program på folkhögskola? är det roligt, givande?

[forabeatofadrum]

It's another Sunday. Time goes fast. It's May.

Thank you @facewithoutheart for the tags and tag back to @blackberrysummerblog.

After 4 and a half months, I have finally updated Ljubili se. Phew. I want to get back to this story so badly, especially since, uh, I have a new Klaine fic idea that I am saving for next December.

In the newest chapter, Kurt finally gets down to business to defeat the Huns to move to LA.

Blaine’s off to the New York office and Kurt’s sat at home. His appointment with the student advisor is online, which is fine by Kurt. He fixes his hair and waits for the call to start. “Hello Kurt,” Ms. Joling says when she appears on screen. “Hi. Hello.”

And yes, I ended up naming his advisor after another Dutch singer whose music I personally dislike. I thought it'd be funny.

And now, the weather: @quizasvivamos @coffeegleek @caramelcoffeeaddict @raenestee @tectonicduck @nightimedreamersworld @urban-sith @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @bookish-bogwitch @confused-bi-queer @that-disabled-princess @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @larkral @cutestkilla ​ @wellbelesbian ​ @artsyunderstudy ​​ @shrekgogurt @rockitmans @bitbybitwrites @whatevertheweather @theotherhufflepuff @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion @esilher @kurtsascot @nightimedreamersghost @ivelovedhimthroughworse @thnxforknowingme

[v1rtualv4mp]

☆ Pick a song for each letter of your URL

V = Vermilion by Slipknot

R = Ring Dinge Ding by DJ Splash

T = The Wolf I feed by Napalm Death

U = Ultraviolence by Lana Del Rey

A = AGITATED SCREAMS OF MAGGOTS (unplugged version) by Dir En Grey

L = Left Behind by Dagames

V = Various Types of Ads by Rory in early 20s

M = Moonsoon by Tokio Hotel

P = Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis by Xavlegbmaofffassssitimiwoamndutroabcwapwaeiippohfffx

Thank you so very much for the tag @kookiekult !!! I love showing off my music taste, thank you thank you!! X3 ♡♡♡

Tags: @vaniniweenie @princessbun-ee @vndead-pvppy @my-chemical-migraine @xxyunosiaqxx @zahmbayy @anyone else who'd like to participate!!

[itwoodbeprefect]

i would like to give you the gift of sharing this video i found of an old man parking his car. it's only 1 minute and 56 seconds, and it's the story of an incredibly humble genius among men

[gammija]

Een god moet zich voeden.

Een god moet gevoed worden.

Over dit feit zijn alle domeinen van het Schiereiland het eens. Dus, eigenlijk is het enige verschil tussen de mensen geboren voor het water en de mensen geboren voor het land, de exacte aard van de offers die we brengen moeten.

Beppe Glas twijfelde nooit. Ze had haar hele leven doorgebracht op de vlakke weidse uiterwaarden van de benedenloop van de Witte Meve.

Ze was opgegroeid tussen kreeftenvissers en veermannen - grote mannen met baarden, het boegbeeld van mannelijkheid en warme arrogantie - en ze had gezien hoe de rivier hen één voor één opslokte. Vaders en zonen.

Gedurende de lange jaren had ze haar oren en wangen gepierced met zeventien weerhaken van verschillende vormen en maten als toewijding aan de Trawlerman, en ze droeg ze trots, openlijk, zonder zorgen dat ook maar een van onze buren het zou wagen om haar aan de rechtmatige autoriteiten te verlinken.

Beppe Glas vreesde niets wat in deze wereld rondliep.

Ze wist ook wat het betekende om te vrezen wat je liefhebt.

Dat is waarom ze zong als ze naar de bodem van haar tuin waadde, waar het drasland in het water vloeide.

Op de eerste dag van elk nieuwjaar, zonder uitzondering, werd er een postbode of opzichter of dwalende vagebond vastgebonden en geketend aan de paal die de vloedlijn markeerde.

Jute over hun gezicht getrokken. De uitnodigingsgebeden over het hout en hun voorhoofden gekrast. Modder dat over hun heupen en rond hun kelen zwom. Bloed dat naar beneden druppelde over de punten van de kleine zilveren haken.

En dan zong Beppe Glas hardop de liederen van ons geloof, uit vriendelijkheid en sympathie, zodat onze slachtoffers de woorden zouden horen en begrijpen dat hun uitgerekte dood een betekenis had voorbij het alledaagse.

Zodat de Trawlerman zou weten dat er leven aangeboden werd, en een verse vloed zou laten likken aan de ondieptes van onze tuin.

Zodat zijn druipende engelen, in hun krioelende chitine honger, zouden weten dat het tijd was om gevoed te worden.

Vreselijke, wrede, onvergetelijke Beppe Glas.