#perfectly smooth

[mcmissileproof]

at least once every couple of months I still think about the time my old coworker said I was an extremely serious person and she'd never once heard me make a joke, and apart from that not being true at all I just kept thinking about a few days prior when I'd told this same coworker "my brain actually doesn't have any wrinkles, it's actually perfectly smooth and round like a beach ball"

[tokay-blog]

I think I figured out why he has two pairs of eyes. To see under the brim of his hat when he tilts his head x)

I'm somehow sure that Zestial would have rather perceived Velvette's actions more with indifference and silent dislike. Even her attempts to scare him didn't give him any reaction (although in the series he reacted for some reason). Zestial's a grandfather who's a many centuries old. Why should he be surprised by a little booger? x)

No idea who the birds were, but I found them more interesting than the weird blue light fixture x) And I think if these birds were at the meeting, they'd still be sitting next to the dinosaur, as they were more or less close in height to her(I guess). And the shorter overlords would already be sitting closer to Carmilla so she could see them x)

[trustymikh]

cat dad Giovanni?

Sure is!!!!

this man loves his cat more than his own son

[mayasdeluca]

MAYA AND CARINA Station 19: ‘All These Things That I’ve Done’

[dovewingkinnie]

i wont him

[sesamenom]

Working out the logistics for idril's mobility aids

I'm thinking she has crutches for when she's using her feet (+ a baby sling for earendil since she can't carry him while using the crutches). she can lean on one for long enough to smack someone (cough maeglin cough) with the other, but can't get around for an extended period of time with just the feet. on worse days or when she's not wearing her prosthetics she has a wheelchair and a maid to push her around.

-- disclaimer: i am not disabled, if anything here wouldn't work please tell me! --

[ghostyolive]

The fma fandom needs to collectively start finding Dolcetto hot. The world is ready for it

[flowersnax]

more of this fuckin guy

[babblingeccentric]

The long awaited Ace x Survivor!Reader pussy eating scene

contains: cunilingus (obviously), grinding, consent negotiation

"No! I- I don't… Not yet. I'm… it's…"

"It's okay. We can wait as long as you need. Take it nice and slow." Ace says gently, rubbing your arms comfortingly.

"Okay. Slow. I like slow." You say as your breathing calms. You are struck with immense gratitude for Ace, his gentleness, his patience, his care for you. It makes his terrible table manners and habit of falling asleep on top of you and trapping you completely irrelevant.

"I'm cold," you say looking up at him with big eyes that you know turn him to mush.

"I can help with cold," he says, eyes crinkling as he grins and pulls you onto his lap.

Your naked chest pushes against his, breasts squishing and making Ace's grin widen. You know he's a sucker for your tits, and you don't mind considering how good he makes you feel when spends an evening sucking and biting and kissing and kneading them.

With his arms wrapped around you and your bare skin pressed together it's not long before the heat of Ace's body is raising your own temperature enough to make you squirm. He starts pressing hotter kisses to your neck and face, making your hands clutch uselessly at his back to try and anchor you. Your squirming has begun to grind the thin fabric barrier of your underwear against his bare cock, which has been hanging out from his shorts.

Your reedy mewl of "Aaace" makes him pull back a little and press your foreheads together for a little breathing room.

"You've gotten so much more talkative. You used to be quiet as a mouse when we first started doing this kind of thing," he remarks, smirking.

"Your fault," you retort as you look away and scowl, making Ace laugh.

"It better be," he says. "Anyway, if you're still not ready to go all the way, what do you want to do instead?"

"Uhh" you answer, having not given much thought to possibilities beyond the hands and thighs you've already tried, and the dread that the thought of a dick inside you and a man over you inspires.

"Cause I was wondering if you'd let me eat you out. I'm really good at it," Ace says eagerly.

"Huh?" you respond eloquently.

"Y'know. Let me go down on you, suck you off, stick my tongue in you, make you cream all over my face." Ace lists nonchalantly.

"Oh G.d," you say faintly

"...Is that a good "oh G.d" or a bad one?" He asks after you fail to say any more.

"I… Good. I think," you say absently, still overcome with the idea of Ace's mouth on you there. You've felt its hot and wet pressure on your own mouth, your skin and neck and breasts. It seems stupid to have not realized the possibilities of a mouth for yourself after how much dick you'd been forced to suck. But you'd never considered the idea until just now. "Oh god…"

"Okay, so is that a yes?" Ace checks as he hooks fingers into the waistband of your damp panties.

"Yes. I want you to eat me out," you tell him. He grins and shifts you up the bed so he can stick his face between your thighs and pull your underwear down.

It’s a weird feeling, anticipation swirling in your gut at the pleasure you know Ace can give you but it mixes with some of the same fear from that hellish ship you can’t seem to get rid of. It makes your heart pound.

Ace doesn’t bother to start slow, tearing off your underwear with the same enthusiasm he rips the wrappers off candy bars. Unlike with food, he takes a moment before diving in to just look. It makes you squirmy and embarrassed but also hot and eager.

After looking his fill Ace doesn’t bother with any more niceties, he just presses his whole face between your thighs to wrap his mouth over your pussy. His hands worm their way under your ass to pull you closer into his face.

He eats you like you're a ripe peach, mouth opening and closing sucking you in the whole time. Every motion long and slow.

Everything is hot and wet and so so much as it threatens to burn you up while his big hands dig into the soft give of your cheeks.

His tongue comes out to scoop the slick leaking from your cunt into his mouth. The soft wet smacks are the filthiest thing you've ever heard.

It returns to dip into your hole and dig out more of the fluid. You realize you've been making pitchy little ah-ah-ah whines and digging your fingers into the blankets like you'll fall off

Your legs are hooked over Ace's shoulders, your heels digging into his back. There's a wet pop as he pulls off you and asks "Good?"

He knows damn well it's good as you lie there gasping like a fish, and you can tell by the roguish grin as he asks. His hair is a mess and his entire chin is glossy with spit and your fluid.

"I-- hah- ah- Please!" You stutter out

He grins wider and returns to your cunt. This time he gets more precise, licking up your slit before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking like it's a hard candy. You writhe under him, left untethered as your orgasm sweeps over you and you can’t think.

He keeps sucking through your spasms as your heels kick and your thighs shake around him, slowly weaning off the pressure as you come down. You squirm and he shifts to gentle licks, cleaning the slick you’ve dripped.

Looking down at him between your legs you’re swept with overwhelming love for him. Who else would treat you so kindly, hold you so tenderly, make you feel so good?

He looks good like this, too. His hat is on the nightstand leaving his glossy black hair free for you to run your fingers through, his eyes dark and lidded full of desire, the spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks peeking out above your mound. You cradle his temple and pull him up towards you.

He goes reluctantly. He would be happy to spend the night down between your thighs patiently working you to orgasm over and over again until the pleasure washes your mind free of all of the terrible touches you endured on that ship and all you can think about is you and him and feeling good. Maybe another time.

“Good?” He asks again, voice soft and tender.

“Very, very good.” you tell him as you swipe a thumb over his angular cheekbone.

“Good,” he says and tucks himself in beside you on the bed

[arttsuka]

augustus: *scooting around the museum using his chin*

So, I 'animated' it

Also in gif form because I can

[sadlittledib]

swatch ref 2 for your eyes to look at i've refined it and its much closer to my original vision

[masquerade-of-misery]

Everyone, who's soft for the father-son relationship between Lilia and Silver as much as I am, needs to watch this! You'll need tissues😭😭

A huge thanks to @miss-moray-mirage who found this video and showed it to me!💞💞

@llondonfog @hanafubukki @rayroseu @etheries1015 - to tag some of you :3

[idontwanttospoiltheparty]

the problem with December 8 1980 is, murder aside, it's an objectively iconic date in John history……………

[hazelkjt]

Care to join me?~

[kiwiplaetzchen]

A-and how does one protect their k-knob?

My dear Anon,

to safeguard your knob, treat it like royalty! Crown it with a trusty helmet, armour it with layers, and no, not layers of love. Remember, a protected knob is a happy knob, and a happy knob makes for a delightful day!

Wrap it up: No, not with a bow, silly! Use a trusty rubber knob (or knob-dom, if you will) to shield it from unwanted, pathetic grabdaddlers (don't confuse it with grabdaddies, honey). Safety first, right?

Dress to Impress: Give your knob a snazzy makeover! Make your knob feel cosy. Think of it as haute couture for your knob – chic AND practical!

And voilà! Your knob is now cosy and secure, ready for any adventure. 😌

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

|Limp Bizkit's cover of "Billie Jean" (2009)|