#I’m so thirsty for him

[teamdilf]

Oh fuck, someone tell my spouse that my sexuality is now Solas in the IGN companion video. Holy shit.

[needypisces]

i want Mike Faist to fall asleep with his head in my lap while I play with his hair

[pregnant-javert]

He’s so beautiful 🥹

[thenickgirl]

it’s gonna be fine they said

we’ll be more active on social media they said

more streams they said

[hornetvoid]

my pigeon assistant is not assisting me with sevika

[the-bat-bros]

Here is your daily Nick Robles Jason Todd my fellow thirsty thirsty Thots

Me @ Jason Todd

[prettyjunk]

✮ restless and wild ✮

paring: duff mckagan x reader

warning: nsfw/+18.

summary: you’re waiting for your boyfriend to come backstage after his show, and he can’t keep his hands off you.

a/n: a little duff smut since it was his birthday yesterday!! hehe

requests are open <3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧

Ever since the tour started; you didn’t know what to expect.

In reality, you never knew what to expect since you got yourself in a committed relationship with a rockstar, specially one that’s just starting to arise in the perils rock n roll. Duff Mckagan was like a ball of energy— so eager and ready to trash every place he went even if he hadn’t gotten sleep in days.

And you watched him go from stage to stage; city to city, sunglasses hiding the fact that he was sleep deprived and the booze in his system convinced him that he was as fresh as day 1. But he looked happy, genuinely proud of where he was standing. And so were you— it was an honor to be able to be by his side on this unforgettable experience, and give him as much support as you could, in any way he would take it from you.

As of now, you found yourself waiting on a little room for your boyfriend to randomly appear through the door.

This private dressing rooms were a privilege; they weren’t guaranteed. You both had seen everything while traveling around the us— from sharing a big room with all 5 members to having a space that felt like a full house to yourselves— so you were grateful to have a space for yourself and Duff. A few minutes ago you heard Axl scream his goodbye to the crowd as the show finished, an alarm that warned you you were soon to receive a sweaty tall guy on your door.

And there he was.

“Babe!” Duff kicked his way into the room, allowing all the noise in with him. He looked per usual; hair as messy as it could get, barely any clothes on, smile on his face.

You smiled sweetly at him, standing up from the couch to greet him. “Hi baby!”

He was quick to set his bass aside and give you a kiss, grabbing you by your face and trying to lift you up, making you stand on your tippy-toes. Almost immediately he deepened the kiss, not letting you go when you tried to separate yourself from him. You laughed into his mouth, causing him to smirk. The kiss was equal parts sweet and needy— just like him.

Duff walked backwards to shove his back not so carefully towards the door, closing it and lowering himself down to you. “Good show?” You asked when he slightly slowed the kiss to breathe.

“As always. amazing” He said, going back to what he was doing. You grabbed his hands to guide him to the couch that was next to the both of you, sitting besides him without breaking the kiss. “You always get me so distracted up there.”

“Hm?” You mewled, wanting him to emphasize.

Duff chuckled. “I can’t stop myself from thinking of you— ‘get all worked up over nothing.” You hummed into his mouth, breathing out when you felt his hands travel down your body. “I want you all the time, sweetheart. Every fuckin’ minute, I think of you like this.” He unbuttoned your shorts, swiftly slipping his fingers past your underwear to slide his fingers on your lips. “Aw. already wet? I bet you were thinkin’ of me too.”

You hid your moans inside his mouth; kissing him as a response to his rhetorical question while you gripped his sweaty chest. You were— of course you were, it would be a crime not to be constantly daydreaming about someone like duff. He was always in your mind, engraved. a blessing and a curse, right?

There was a few minutes of “silence”, obscene sounds being the only thing filling the space you shared while he had two fingers inside of you. Your kisses had gotten sloppier; his touch had become quicker.

“Duff..” You breathed out, looking at him with big puppy eyes, and he hummed. Not wanting to beg so soon; you grumbled.

He laughed as a response. “Shh, be calm. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Duff, please.” It is never too soon to start begging, actually. He found it hard to say no to you; he wasn’t mean. He just likes watching you squirm and beg a few times— hear the desperation on your trembling voice. Something that he caused.

So he shifted himself, and you quickly leaned back onto your elbows, waiting eagerly for him to do something— anything. He starts off slow; kissing all over your body from your neck to the hem of your shorts. He takes them off alongside your underwear and throws them into the air; you couldn’t bring yourself to take your lust filled eyes away from his. He kissed the inside of your thighs so softly, and never broke eye contact. Your thighs shook slightly; making him smirk while his lips trailed the way to the top of your mound.

You whined at his action, your patience running so thin you could cry. He’s made you cry before— more than once, just out of teasing. He makes you desire him as much as you possible can, overstimulating you with neediness until you’re begging in an almost humiliating way. And he finally eased your pain; starting to give mouth opened kisses to your cunt and your head fell back, surprised from the sudden action.

You bit your lips trying to suppress the loud noises that wanted to get out of them, and you felt him introduce two fingers again. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear your sweet noises, angel.”

You whined, shaking your head. “Everyone is gonna hear.”

“Let them.” He breathed against your clit, brushing his lips against it as he spoke. “Not the first time.” You heard a little chuckle and you rolled your eyes, embarrassment painting your cheeks a rosy color. The thought of the rest of the members of the band hearing your made you squeeze your eyes, and you unconsciously clenched around him. “Oh. You like that?” He teased as soon as he felt the sensation against his fingers. “I didn’t know that. You want them to hear how I’m making you feel? Want them to picture you coming all over my fingers, hm?”

You moaned as a response, bringing your hands to your tits to toy with your nipples as you felt that familiar sensation run through your body. And he noticed— he could read your body language expertly. The way you’d wince and throw your head back when you were about to cum. He adjusted himself and layed a hand on your tummy; pressing down.

You didn’t need to tell him anything, you both knew that you were close. And he enjoyed it too much; his dick had grown considerably harder this past few minutes and it wouldn’t stop twitching every-time he heard you. He rubbed himself against the couch— the sounds you make bring him too much pleasure and he can’t contain himself. You grabbed a handful of his bleached hair as you rode your high, moaning his name between mumbles and encapsulating his head between your thighs. No place he’d rather be.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t plan to, just wants to keep hearing you like this, for hours. And you jab at him— anything your hands can get, arching your back from the overwhelming sensation. “Duff— mmf— ‘S too much! Too much…” You whine, throwing your head back as you feel him eat you out like a starved man. He starts slowing down, only using his tongue to pleasure you now. He looks up at you; studying your face and your sobs as your chest quickly goes up and down. You put your hand on his cheek and pull him up to you, going for a kiss.

And he gladly accepts, kissing you slowly and sensually as you try and bring your breathing back to normal. Duff separates himself from you to put his two fingers he used in from of your lips, making you suck them clean as he watches awestruck.

“Atta girl.” He whispers. “Wouldn’t take you for an exhibitionist, you know.” Duff says when you’re done with his fingers, pulling them out of your mouth.

You roll your eyes, smiling, but slightly embarrassed. “Shut up. Heat of the moment, I guess.”

He lifts a brow. “‘Don’t think so.”

[kusakabesimp]

ATSUYA’S LIPS…. 🍭🍭

*passes out from thirst*

[cupiidzbow]

I inadvertently starting f/oing chef kawasaki he’s literally never a done a good thing in his life and he’s not above cooking children a kinda need him

[sketchpng]

Um!!

[misty-moth]

85° in my apartment now… hair frizz is through the roof… the only positive is thinking about poofy hair Arthur on hot summer days, small wisps of his bangs clinging to his face, fanning himself with even less buttons done up…

…ya know, just that.

[supercalime]

If you’re an Ethan Landry fan I hate you with a passion

[gummy-sharks666]

[NSFT warning sorry 🫣]

[writings-on-the-moon]

I don’t know if it’s a headcanon for the sake of angst, or if people genuinely believe this: but where did we get the idea that Morro starved Lloyd to make him easier to possess?

At least, when I look at this dialogue.

“This armor, it weakens me. At the same time, Lloyd is fighting my possession.” - Stiix and Stones.

“Lloyd's spirit continues to fight my possession. He's getting stronger.” Peak-a-Boo.

“Save your strength, because I'll be needing it.” - The Crooked Path.

This whole Possession has been a double-edged sword. Now especially that last line? That’s the main reason I highly doubt Morro was starving Lloyd. Whatever Lloyd feels, so does he. If Lloyd is hungry, hurt and weak, that’s not going to be helping anyone. Not saying this makes Morro a nice guy, just that for all that he’s got a list of wrongs; starving someone likely isn’t one of them.

[chimeowrical]

You've probably been told this already but it still needs to be said, the way you draw Zevran is godly and the world is better for it.

AH THANK YOU AGSJDGDH I’m so glad y’all enjoy the way I draw Zev he’s so 💕💕💕

[miscelliteeous]

How does Wes Anderson always put together such a hot cast?

Like, take me down to the Asteroid City where the grass is sand and the men are pretty.