#it was the best night ever

[happyheidi]

𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 ❄️ 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋!

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[lifewouldbebetteronmars]

When your biggest flex is that your first concert was Taylor Swift when she was in her Red era

[egophiliac]

some more Twst pokemon as my brain melts at the impending episode 7 drop tomorrow! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I went with Gholdengo and Cufant for Kalim, and Seviper and Malamar for Jamil! I went back and forth a looooot on whether to give Malamar to Jamil or Azul, but ultimately I think it just fits Jamil better. (Seviper was a given though)

[slavhew]

hm

[tomatoart]

coffee cheetos chicken

[portpebble]

Me opening my grade book: Grades?

Grade book: ONE MILLION ASSIGNMENCE. If NOT DONE IN TWENTY!!!!FOUR MINUTES YOU WILL DEATH,

Me: Mm I see (closes my eyes for the next seventy years as I imagine the beautiful wobbegong)

[Image IDs: three gifs of an Ornate Wobbegong swimming through the ocean, taken at different angles. The Wobbegong is a light brown shark with dark brown bands horizontal across it's body, and white spots covering it. It moves smoothly through the water, tail swishing behind it. End ID.]

[serendippertyy]

GENDER FOXES 🦊🌈

[macaroni-n-sneeze]

THE BOOOIS!

[becca-e-barnes]

I’m literally drooling over the thought of sensitive Bucky whimpering and whining while fucking your tits and thighs he’s so pathetic and needy all he wants is to make you feel good and to fill you with his cum even if it overstimulates him

Okay, tit fucking is great and all but thigh fucking is SO underrated in my humble opinion. Could just be the fact I've got a small chest though lmao

It's so fun when you're already really into it and the insides of your thighs are all slick. I feel like Bucky would lose it, getting to see your face and look in your eyes and enjoy your body.

It's a nice one to do while laid on your side, facing each other. Although the angle isn't quite right for him to slip inside you, it's fun to explore the other ways your bodies can steal pleasure from one another.

"This isn't going to work, sweetheart." You can't help but laugh, having already tried everything you can think of to make the height difference work. There's no way to keep this romantic and intimate in that position because there's just no chance of aligning your bodies properly to allow him to press inside you.

"Maybe not. But it feels nice anyway." His eyes flutter shut, gliding his dick over the smooth, soft, warm insides of your thighs, encouraged by how slick and easy your arousal makes the movement.

You adjust yourself to bring your other thigh on top of his length, closing him in on both sides.

You're wet enough that friction doesn't impede his movement too much and there's something oddly romantic about it. Maybe it's his hand smoothing the back of your head or his other hand up your back, pulling your body closer to his.

It's so intimate, watching his face as he whines your name, rutting senselessly against your thighs. The little flush to his cheeks is beautiful and you can't resist kissing the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. The thick duvet on top of you both, coupled with your combined body heat means the room is far hotter than you'd planned.

You take a second to reach between your bodies, spreading your wet folds and readjusting his length, letting him drag his cock against your neglected clit with each stroke and oh, that's pretty mind-blowing.

"O-oh my God." He whines, desperately fucking himself against your wet cunt, rather than into it. It's a different kind of pleasure to being inside you and while they're not comparable sensations, it doesn't stop this from feeling fantastic.

"Fuck, that's good." You groan, rolling your hips to meet his. Your fingers dip between you once more, gathering some of your slick arousal, using it to glide your fingertips over the underside of his shaft and over his balls.

"Holy shit, that's - fuck." Bucky's hardly got a coherent thought left in his head. He's closed in on both sides by your wet, soft thighs and now your fingers are giving him a different sensation underneath while pressing him against your soaked sex.

"I know, baby. Feels good, doesn't it?" Your fingertips trail lightly back and forth over the underside of his shaft, focusing on the inch or so beneath the tip.

"I can't... I need to cum." He groans, thrusting frantically, clinging to your body to keep you close. Within a few seconds, you feel his dick pulse under your fingertips, his cum coating the inside of your thighs in hot, thick, messy spurts.

He doesn't waste a second, kissing your forehead before kissing your neck and whispering "Good girl. Now let me watch you get yourself off with my cum on your fingertips."

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

THE BAND SINGING UMAZANE MISLI [x]

[buwheal]

Without color

Trying to warm up because ive been slacking on the askbox!!! Yay!!!

[hadakzu]

Thinking of Hawks having two pairs of his hero uniform. One in case the old one got damaged in fights or when needing to wash the other one.

Thinking how you'd steal it when he was gone at patrol outside, wearing it felt so comfortable, like a safe hug when he wasn't around. Warming your body as you would lay it over yourself like a soft blanket. The fluff of it reminding how you'd feel it against your cheek, when hugging him before leaving to work or after he got home.

It still smelled like him, probably one of the biggest reason why you always found yourself at his wardrobe whenever you missed him, or needed to ground yourself. You couldn't help yourself.

It's not like he would mind, he found it actually adorable. He will never forget the swell in his chest, when he saw you sleeping on the couch waiting for him, wearing his pants, and his jacket hiding the rest of your upper body. His clothes, his jacket. Honestly in that moment Keigo swears he fell for you even harder, you were so cute. He suddenly felt a bit possessive over you, not in a obsessive or a bad way. But for the first time he felt like he owed something in his life, seeing you in his clothes. Seeing you find comfort specifically from him, it did something to his brain. (He knew he didn't actually owe you, but it felt a bit like that.) He swore to not let go of you, he didn't understand how he got to be so lucky to have you in his life. He only knew he'd do his everything to not let that go, to not let the two of you go. No one had ever made him feel this content, make him feel this warm feeling in his chest, spreading to all over his body every moment spend with you.

After that he would change between using his different jackets more often. So you could smell more of his significant fragrance whenever he wasn't around, he thought of you wearing it when he was out on patrol. Always slightly cursing to himself if the jacket got damaged, knowing it would need to be fixed or replaced meaning you couldn't hold on to it for a while.

In those moments he made sure to leave some of his others clothes more visible for you to grab. One of his shirt or the comfortable hoodies he had, the ones you loved the most.

Sometimes he'd softly laugh, seeing you steal and replace the jacket to the one he had wore earlier that day, it just smelled more like him. He didn't say anything about it. Or well.. He might have teased you a little bit about it every now and then. Complimenting how good it looked on you, how you looked just so fucking cute, he wanted to bite your neck, he was sure his heart was about to burst someday. Kissing you more passionately and all over your face, seeing you in his jacket really did something to him he coulnd't explain. Making him want to hold you more close to his heart, head over your hair feeling bit protective of you, wanting to make sure you'd stay happy and safe. He would do anything to make sure you were happy, to know how much he loved you, how much you meant for him.

He usually didn't want to bring all of his work back to home, or be reminded of his hero self when being alone with you. He just wanted to be Keigo, to be himself with you. To be yours. Maybe that's why he didn't mind, seeing you wear his jacket like it was your own, how you felt so close to him, meaning you wanted to be surrounded by him, you wanted him in his life.

Suddenly his uniform didn't feel just 'Hawks', it felt more like home to himself too, like it also belonged to Keigo. Reminding him how he was able to make you feel safe, not because he was a hero, but because he was him. You found a home in him, you loved all of him, not just what the jacket used to represents to himself. A pro hero meant to always stay strong, saving others and sacrificing himself for the greater good.

You managed to make him feel more human, just a normal guy, someone also deserving of love and affection without the twist of him just being used.

His jacket didn't represent that to you, not in a way it had for him for years at least. Sure you found safety in it, and felt comfort from it, but it was about so much more. It wasn't just about 'Hawks being there to save you' it was just the reminder of him itself, how you'd often bury your face in the fabric while hugging him tight. Sometimes carefully helping him to get it off, or helping him to put it on, pulling up the zipper at the back. The ones helping him to put it on with his wings, he could do it himself, but you looked so happy to be at help, kissing him afterwards to tell him to stay safe and have a good day. Telling you were here waiting for him when he'd get back. Finally he'd have someone to answer in return, when he'd call from the door that he was back at home at the end of every day. At actually home.

The jacket held so many precious memories, something you'd think to yourself when he was gone. It was a reminder of him. And the thought of him wearing the same jacket out there was kinda sweet and funny to you. Wondering what he was thinking at the moment. Was he safe? Did he remember to eat? Did he know you were wearing his other jacket too? Matching him like the feathered necklace he had given you.

You loved his jacket a lot, almost as much as you loved him, but still, nothing was as good as the real thing.

Keigo didn't mind, he'd sacrifice his jacket for you any day or night, if only he knew it was making you feel safe and cared, when he was away at work. It actually eased his mind, feeling a bit like you had something looking after you when he wasn't around.

You were so fucking cute.

[groovyace]

this guy...

[themeliona]

Officer Vanessa!!🫶🏻✨

[victhetiredartist]

CUZ EVERYTIME WE TOUCH I GET THIS FEELING  EVERYTIME WE KISSED  I SWEAR I CAN FLYYYYY

[bulkhummus]

“Cecil, if it really means that much to you, I’ll tell you. The truth is, this isn’t my first phantom ocean. Before I ever came to Night Vale, there was an incident.”