#I GOT CARRIED AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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yk that one clip of joseph quinn fixing lupita nyongos dress strap when i slipped on the red carpet and picturing benny doing that so casually GIRLL
grrrrrrr woof woof woof woof woof woof woof woof
also known as the two times benny adjusts your clothing and the one time he doesn't :) (ft johnny because i am so insane)
slight voyeurism? LOL! i am FUCKING NUTS and i am so sorry! smut happens below the read more line, so only venture down there if you feel up for it!
it’s the first day of summer and benny couldn’t be any happier even if he tried. the guys think he’s snorting something or off his fucking rocker because he’s smiling. he’s got that dazed, happy-go-lucky look he usually only has when you’re around, but this is constant and has been since the club made the three hour journey to this lakeside piece of paradise. it’s not like a run where benny has to stay on high alert. it’s not club business, more of a family gathering, and he’s is just happy. can’t a guy be fuckin’ happy? right now he’s laying on the sun warmed grass, tan skin still glistening with leftover lake kisses. he can hear cockroach and his son somewhere over on the rickety pier, their bobbers plinking in the water, and the not-so-welcome advice from zipco who is a self-proclaimed master fisher. corky, cal, and sonny are hunting for frogs, the fucking bozos, with their swim trunks pulled up to their belly buttons, knees sinking quickly into the sweet smelling swell of the lakeside. they’re giggling damn near louder than the girls who are bouncing each other popcorn style on the trampoline and, fuck, benny just really likes life right now and likes it even better when something blocks the sun from his face and he opens his eyes to sees you. you’re wearing a swimsuit and a big smile and benny can’t help it. he reaches up, grabbing your arm, and with a swift pull, you’re toppling onto him. a squealing giggle bursts from your lips as you attempt to squirm away, but it’s no use. “you’re gettin’ me all wet!” “thought you liked when i did that?” your eyes widen, hand playfully coming to cup his mouth shut. in all the commotion your swimsuit strap has slipped and now loosely dangles near your elbow where benny just can’t help but look. you move together, your hand sliding from his mouth, fingers brushing through his damp curls; his callused fingertips birthing goosebumps as he situates the strap to its rightful position. “gimme a kiss?” he asks, taking your face between his palms. he tastes like summer.
the days melt into one another all hot and sticky like dripping ice cream. summer’s heat is unrelenting and benny has an almost radiant golden glow to his skin. the respite from the city has all of you slowing down, appreciating the little things: the way the sun tucks herself into the lake at night, the sweet zing of homemade tea, the giggle of gail and brucie's baby girl, and how capturing these moments together somehow bring each of you closer. it's not hard to adjust to this lifestyle. your days consist of swimming and baking and laughing and drinking and telling stories and hiking and you even find a liking for astronomy when the stars you’re studying happen to form new constellations on benny’s shoulders and down his spine. somehow he's more handsome here, if it's possible and tonight he's hauntingly beautiful in the sun's dying glow and angelic against the wavering bonfire flames that flick warmth over your chilling bodies. you can't stop looking at him but cal, who refuses to sit still, has finally wired that damn radio the right way and it crackles to life. there are cheers all around, beers hoisted skyward as a bluesy country song everyone seems to know hisses out of the aged speakers. perched atop stumps and spread over foldable chairs, a singalong begins. the boys drunkenly toss their arms over one another, lifting their chins to serenade the moon. even benny joins in. he's got one arm around you, the other holding tightly to johnny's waist as he sings with this elvis-like intonation. he looks down at you and can't explain it but you just look like you're his. maybe it's the t-shirt you're wearing, but no, it can't be. it's gotta be johnny's, benny's shirts are big on you but not so big that the collar droops down past your collarbone. benny likes it and grins and tells you he likes it and rights the fabric before pinching your cheek because god you're fucking cute.
it's five beers, four shots, and three singalongs later when johnny notices two people are missing. he rises, all wobbly legs and swirling colorful flashes as he extracts himself from the group. when did you and benny slip away? he can't seem to remember and it's not a big deal, not really, but he misses the two of you and just wants to see what you're up to and oh. he shouldn't be watching but his feet have grown roots. he can only see benny at first; the corded muscles in his back waning and flexing with exertion. but then he hears you. my god. the soft little gasp you puff into the air, the way you so delicately say benny's name like you're savoring the flavor of each letter-dragging them out, rolling them over your tongue. johnny shouldn't be watching. shouldn't be watching. can't stop watching. can't turn away. can't stop himself from uprooting his feet and moving over, over, over until he can see both of you clearly. you're pressed against someone's car, one hand splayed over the candy-red paint the other on benny's shoulder, nails biting into the flesh and johnny feels like a fucking freak and maybe he is but he'll worry about that later because benny. benny. benny. that's what you keep saying and your eyes are watery, he can make out their glint through the darkness thanks to the moonlight and he knows you, knows you cry when there’s a lot going on and there is a lot going on. there is pure desperation in your voice and you’re making these delicate preening whines and fuck you're still wearing the shirt. his shirt. the shirt you slipped from his bag then so innocently swore you didn't take. his shirt. and maybe you and benny want him there and that's why you're still wearing that shirt while benny, while he- jesus. it's rucked up and dirty and pooling over the leg you've got thrown around benny's hip but you don't make any move to fix it and now you're close. somehow the three of you are already so close to the edge and how special is that? sharing something so intimate even though you and benny have no idea. close. that's what you say as you bury your face into benny's neck, as your nails bite deeper and draw blood. close as you look up and lock eyes with johnny then you're no longer close but tumbling over the brink and down into rippling, blissful oblivion.
#y'all are gonna KILL ME FOR THIS ONE#it started off as sweet summer vibes i swear i didn't intend for this to happen#yes i gave bruice a kid bc he deserves happiness#I GOT CARRIED AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#JOHNNY X READER X BENNY#call the nurse bc im out#benny cross x reader#the bikeriders x reader#austin butler x reader#benny cross#johnny davis#the bikeriders#benny cross smut#✍🏼#challengers but with boys on bikes
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It actually makes a lot of sense that Bruce was one of the few people left standing in the crowd at Haly’s Circus when Dick’s parents died.
Watching two innocent people plummet to their deaths is gruesome. It’s shocking. It can be horribly traumatic, depending on the blunt force trauma of hitting the ground. They might not have died right away. They might have bled and made awful noises that were heard even above the sounds of the crowd.
But Bruce is Batman. Bruce saw his parents get murdered right in front of him. And he knows the sounds and sights of someone dying. He’s hardened himself to stay calm in a situation like that, both through trauma and practice.
I think the image of a young Dick Grayson making eye contact with the one unshaken person in the crowd is chilling. A man standing resolute when everyone else is screaming, sadness etched across his face. But not panic. Not confusion. Resignation, maybe.
#yada yada#morning thoughts#saw a comic panel and got carried away#anyway i might write this if anyone wants to hear more#bruce wayne#batman#dc#dick grayson#Robin#flying graysons#haly’s circus#tw injuries#tw character death
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da2 posting again. I'm so normal about Merrill
#started as a study but I got carried away#merrill#dragon age#dragon age 2#da2#artists on tumblr#my art#da2 fanart#something something hawke commissions a portrait of her to be put on the wall in the estate#merrill da2#merrill dragon age#merrill sabrae#digital art#dragon age fanart#da fanart#bioware
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whaddya think of the mystery trio?
I LOVE!!!!!
#ALL ITERATIONS !!!!#kids mystery trio YES#YA mystery trio YESSS#OLD MAN MYSTERY TRIO!!!!!!!!#WHOO BABY!!!!!!#my art#ask#sorry I got slightly carried away with that one for no reason#gravity falls#mystery trio#stanford pines#stan pines#stanley pines#ford pines#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleford mcgucket
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just imagine ghost getting his Jacob's ladder piercing while he's dating you and after it's healed yall have sex for the first time and it's just like sensory overload
i know absolutely nothing about piercings, but this idea is simply too good to pass up. my brain is melting.
hmmm, thinking about ghost who, despite not being able to properly get off himself, is still so attentive to his sweet girl throughout the whole healing process; offering you his mouth and fingers whenever he notices your focus beginning to drift off and shift elsewhere, having you rub yourself up on his jean-clad thigh when you can’t seem to shake the burst of energy.
because while you never outright asked him for anything of the kind, he just knew.
and even if you were the one so insistent on following the piercer’s advice—taking each and every precaution possible in avoiding the risks that simon shrugged off as ‘not gonna happen.’—you still felt bad. though, he couldn’t resist your stern pouting for long, turning weak the moment you cocked your head and promised him a sweet treat when he’s all healed up.
so, of course, ‘whatever you say, doll.’
anything to put your pretty mind at ease. he is a soldier, after all. he can wait, even if it kills him. it got pretty damn close to it, too.
which is what makes the first time back so fucking good. that reunion, and the return of that glimmering look you get in your eyes every other time he presses his pink lips to your collar and gently hikes you up the mattress after a long time away.
and truthfully, he was done in the moment you tapped him on his shoulder and told him to guess what day it was.
“shit, baby—” he grits out with a heavy breath, eyes trained on your own as he watches you reverently lick up the underside of his cock. your fingers tighten around the base when his abs pull taut, tongue gliding over the cool metal.
taking your time in feeling each and every barbell leading to the tip, making him twitch in your hand at the hot and wet drag over his sensitive skin. a heavy breath seeps from his lungs, his jaw clenching as he fights to hold off. jesus, you’re too good to him.
a sweet fucking treat, indeed.
you giggle before taking the head of him between your swollen, spit-stained lips, reveling in the quick hiss he sucks in through his teeth as you whine at the familiar taste of his pre leaking onto your tongue. your other hand slips up his thigh while you squeeze your own together, your freshly done-up nails leaving little, pink crescent shapes in his thick skin.
“fuck— not gonna last ‘f you keep that up,” he warns, a struggle in and of itself, and it’s an utter miracle he doesn’t collapse to the floor when you only hollow your cheeks and suck in response. he hardly manages to stifle an embarrassingly whorish moan at that.
god, you look so pretty down there, on your knees for him. so fucking debauched, and so, so perfect.
the way your thumb toys with the piercings as you have your own fun, and how you preen in his hold like a sweet cat when he slips a hand to the back of your neck. he’s going to miss it when he forces himself to pull you away, frowning at the pout you give him as he’s lifting you off your feet and carrying you over to your bed.
“’m sorry, sweetheart… just too fuckin’ pretty for yer old man anymore— didn’t want it t’go to waste.”
he kisses your temple, mumbling his apologies in your hair. you hardly even register your bare back making contact with your sheets, so wrapped up in his hold, before he’s kissing his way down your neck.
“wanna fill yer pretty cunt,” he murmurs, and it’s nearly incoherent as his lips press against your racing pulse point. “make ‘er cum ‘round my cock… know y’missed it too, sweet girl. a proper fuck…”
he’s talking more to himself than anything, and a small gasp from you follows soon after when his arm is snaked between your bodies and his fingertips make contact with your swollen, little clit. won’t even stretch you out with his fingers; he’s had his fill of that over the course of the last month. let him feel how much you missed his cock.
“poor thing’s soaked f’me, baby.” he groans as he adjusts on his forearm and regains his bearings, dick twitching against your thigh with every noise squeaked out from your throat. “cunt’s gonna take me just right, lovie… so fuckin’ well…”
he rambles a lot when he’s needy, you’ve come to learn.
you whine when his hand leaves you to take his cock in a fist, your nails digging into his chest and shoulder when he presses the head to your messy pussy. just the tip in and you’re already seeing stars, the shared moan between the two of you raw and pornographic.
he’s gritting out his swears before you try to shush his dirty mouth with a kiss, and he accepts it greedily, almost too eagerly.
your body reacts to his, simultaneously craving more and trying to wiggle away from the overwhelming sensation all at once. your brain is fuzzy by the time he’s nearly bottoming out inside you, ears deaf to the unabashed sounds spilling from your lips as the feeling of his fresh piercings dragging against your every sweet spot burns itself into your memory.
and before you can catch your breath, a thumb is being pressed up against your sensitive bud once again, your legs constricting around him involuntarily as you jolt with a cry. heat prickles at your skin, his teeth at your jaw making your spine tingle.
he’s telling you to cum, begging you to make a mess of his cock.
his hand picks up its pace, hips grinding against yours sloppier than ever as he pleads right up against your temple for you to use him, just finish him off, fucking cum for him.
you squeeze around his cock like a vice and pull him straight under with you, arms locked tight around his neck as your pretty cunt utterly wrecks him. making him throb and twitch, fucking himself dumb through his high and wringing him dry of everything he’s kept pent up for you. at least for now, anyway.
his and your panting rings out in the room as he sits back on his knees, his cock still hard as he gently pulls out of you. watching his pearly cum bead from your slit, your chest gradually slowing down within the time he takes to drool over the sight of you.
it’s not long before simon has you laying on your tummy with your head in the soft sheets, a pillow slipped underneath your hips to prop you up. not making you do an ounce of work as he uses your warm, pliant cunt as his sweet cum dump for hours on end.
fucking you gently, lovingly, all while trying his best to keep his weight off your back. he kisses behind your ear, cooing praises and choked grunts that make your tummy flutter with butterflies. you can only giggle into the pillow nestled in your arms as he makes up for all the lost time.
filling you with load after load, the number becoming lost on your fuzzy mind after a certain amount, until your belly is achingly full and his cock is numb from overstimulation. only to coax you onto your back, easing your limp legs apart to watch his cum leak from your pretty hole. pressing a flat palm to your lower tummy, sighing in time with your strangled noises as your sensitive pussy drips more of his spend. leaning forward and licking it all up like some starved mutt; groaning at the taste, arms tightening around your hips as he eats his mess out of his pretty girl.
#this was originally two paragraphs#i got a little carried away#just a little#cod mw#simon riley#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon riley x female reader#ghost x female reader#simon riley smut#ghost smut
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gal pals
#this was inspired by seeing relaxxattack talking about moirallegiance and vrisrezi quadrants#all i could think of was this meme#and how these 2 actually do the quadrant flipping ppl always make davekat do#was suppose 2 just be a quick doodle but uhh... i got carried away..#homestuck#vriska serket#terezi pyrope#vrisrezi#scourge sisters#my art#art#homestuck fanart
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Thank you for teaching us about the insides :) from mag 34 - anatomy class
#this was for a tattoo commission and i got carried away with it lol#tma#tma podcast#tma fanart#the magnus archives#horror#my art#art
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an introduction to older!rafe x sensitive!reader
18+ mdni!
this is literally mean older!rafe who refers to himself as daddy and makes sensitive!reader sit on his lap because she’s a restless crybaby who needs his attention 24/7 or else her pouting and whining is going to piss him off even if he can't help but get hard whenever she cries...
“Just stay still and pretty right there, yeah?” he murmurs into her ear when she rests her head on his shoulder and wraps her smaller arms around his firm abdomen as he goes over some business contracts.
He’d harshly smack her ass whenever she’d so much as wriggle her hips on top of him, which makes her jump and let out a faint whimper every single time.
“What did I just tell you? Don’t wanna make daddy upset with you, do you?” he scolds her when she tries to adjust her position once more because she's aching at this point.
“No! No! Sorry, I just…”
“You just what?” his question comes off as mocking.
“You’re being mean,” she frowns.
“I’m being mean? Even if I’m letting you sit in my lap and voluntarily listening to your annoying whining? You don’t see me complainig, do you? Why don’t you go to the bedroom and sit there alone then, hm?” his words are coarse; her eyes turning watery at the notion of him being mad at her.
“No, that’s not what I meant…don’t wanna be alone,” her voice is muffled against his neck as she sniffles.
“Why are you crying?” his tone is patronizing, yet the calloused fingertips smoothing through her hair tender.
“Cause I made you upset,” her forlorn mumbling makes him soften some as he lets out a deep sigh at the thought of her teary eyes dampening his shirt.
“You wanna make me feel better?” he questions with an almost gentle rasp.
“Mhm,” she eagerly nods against the side of his head and tightens her hold around him.
“Why don’t you shut that dumb mouth then and stop moving around so much and let daddy focus, yeah?”
Finally, she listens; not daring to shift an inch anymore. Even if she can feel the obvious bulge in his pants pressing against her puffy clit and making her soak through her panties as her cunt throbs at the prospect of him rewarding her later for being good…
read another part to this here!
#got a little carried away with this...#how am i supposed to act normal w all these new pics?#my head is spinning atm#older!rafe#rafe cameron#rafe imagine#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#rafe smut#rafe x reader#outerbanks rafe#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe x you#rafe fanfiction#rafe fic#drew starkey#outer banks fanfiction#sensitive!reader
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#this was supposed to be a doodle but i got carried away w rendering#vocaloid#utau#triple baka#kasane teto#hatsune miku#akita neru#myart
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE MORE PORN LINKS FOR LOGAN HOWLETT
P*LINKS FOR LOGAN HOWLETT <3
logan calling you into the bathroom
making out with logan
logan teasing you before bed
logan taking his stress out on you
logan putting you to sleep on other his fingers
when your really needy so logan makes you do all the work
nightly routine before bed
riding logan because of a failed movie night
how the two of you wake each other up in the morning
logan being rough
a very neeedy logan
sitting inbetween logans legs and getting fingered 😵💫
logan fingering you pt4
face to face
logan on the kitchen counter
in the honda odyssey pt2
logan showing off his strength
logan eating you out
logan and his breeding kink
choking with logan
#logan howlett x reader <3#wolverine x reader <3#wolverine x reader#logan x reader#logan smut#logan howlett#wolverine smut#wolverine#wolvie#i got carried away ijbol#well the more the merrier#I tried looking specifically for guys who were bulky like logan but all of them are skunkly so i worked hard guys
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the couple ever
#mine#xmen#x-men#x men 97#romy#gambit#rogue#remy lebeau#anna marie lebeau#this was supposed to be just a warm up but i got carried away and turned it into this#help theyre rotting my brain
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a redraw
#can u tell i got carried away with malleus#twst#twisted wonderland#malleus draconia#salem#malleyuu#twst oc#my art
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Security Breach: Ruin
#normal beetle art#fnaf daycare attendant#sun fnaf#moon fnaf#eclipse fnaf#took a break from commissions to draw something silly and got carried away oops#i imagine this is what's going on in eclipse's head#it would probably make more sense for cassie to be in eclipse's position but oh well#sundrop#moondrop#ruin eclipse#please don't tag as tsams
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something something superbat sneaking off at a gala 🫣
#superbat#bruce wayne#clark kent#batman#superman#dc comics#dc#my art#mine#okay but gala fics make me go SO feral pspspsps#anyways this was a doodle i started while waiting for my laundry to finish and then i got carried away w it#but i'm surprisingly happy w how it turned out!!! (even tho it took me like 2 months of messing w the colors.....lmao....)
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CALLIE!!!💖💜💙
#mari's art#Bi colour palette unintentional lol#uhhh crit if u want cuz idk if this looks good or not#Supposed to be a quick warmup but got carried away#still only took 1 hr wow!!!#i hope the pose makes sense idk#ok bye mari out#splatoon#splatoon fanart#splatoon art#callie cuttlefish#callie splatoon#splatoon callie
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The Witch's Son 🐦⬛
#he'd be 22 in veilguard ;-;#i wanted to draw him all grown up and well. got carried away.#myart#fanart#artists on tumblr#dragon age#dragon age kieran#dragon age fan art#da fanart#dragon age origins#kieran#dragon age inquisition#morrigan#morrigan dragon age#dragon age veilguard
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