#ONE OF MY FAVORITES

[bipolargreen]

Accurate.

[song-for-an-unborn-sun]

Suspiria (2018) Dir. Luca Guadagnino

[bloobydabloob]

I don’t know if this is worth a post on here. We post anyways maybe (?)

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price and Peter Lorre

The Raven (1963) director: Roger Corman

[disappointeddyke]

dyke bod

[hatekawa]

TW: BLOOD, DEATH

hhhHHHHHH HI HAVE SOME VERY LOW QUALITY DOODLES OF @an-artistic-failure'S VILLAIN MIKEY AU

and of course an obligatory pbj duo doodle

[polkadotmotmot]

Emilia Nurmivaara - Dreamer’s Corner, 2022

[airplanetxt]

doodles of Stepping Up by @tossawary

[vintageslideshow]

The state of computer technology in 1968.

[aseon50]

Q!fit when the silly little gay scientist he considers family goes missing and comes back Wrong

THREE TIMES

[artificial-condition]

Me watching tv: it’s what murderbot would have wanted

[kahixxi]

[syoddeye]

kinktober - day 12 - sex toys

gaz x f!reader | 1.3k words cw: pegging! a/n: kind of a continuation of this tiny snack. an absurd amount of ‘dick’ and ‘cock’ below. summary: kyle always looks good, but especially like this. banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list

“Hoooooly shit. So fucking good for me, Kyle.”

Your brows pitch high, and you bite your lip, nearly overcome by the sight of your boyfriend stretched around your cock. Three-quarters deep on the dark purple silicone, his ass twitches, adjusting to its girth. Its length.

His own dick rests against his stomach, smearing the steady dribble of precome over his skin. It runs in a broken, slim river down to his thatch of curls, matting the hair, catching and pooling some beneath the weight of his cock.

Even with all the time spent opening him up on your lubed fingers and wet tongue, you know it must burn a little. You know that twinge in his features, the clench of his jaw. That’s usually you. You swipe a thumb over his brow, then the apple of his cheek, chucking his chin as he tries to dip it with his furious panting.

“You hear me? So good. You look…fuck. I lack the vocabulary.”

He chuckles. It’s a rigid, strained imitation of his usual laughter. “Maybe if you’d do the crosswords I leave out for you…”

You frown, retracting your hand to lick the pad of your thumb. Salt and sweat. Dousing the digit in your spit, you run it over the taut skin of his rim, where it holds your fake dick tight, and watch him shudder.

“That any way to speak to the person wielding the cock that’s in your ass?”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” He grins, licking his lips. He adjusts his grips in the hinges of his knees and tilts his head playfully. Cocking his brow like a matador would wave a red flag. Toro, toro.

“Fuck it out of you?”

“You askin’ or tellin’, babe?”

Not for the first time, not for the last time, you think—You little shit.

You roll your hips, claiming another inch, and bringing yourself flush to his ass. His pretty eyelashes flutter as you initiate a slow grind, and a near-silent whisper of fuck ignites something smug and a touch mean in you.

“What was that? You want to repeat yourself?”

Stupid crossword or not, you think you get the word ‘cocksure’ now.

A deep groan rumbles through Kyle’s chest as you withdraw inch by torturous inch until only the head rests just behind his rim. The tendons in his neck flex alongside his body, back arching naturally to meet your first few careful and deliberate thrusts, experimental and testing.

“Christ, babe. Can you—you’re not gonna hurt me.”

“Yeah? You can take it?” Who is this person speaking out of your mouth? You lick your lips, tasting the brine of sweat, and marvel at how soft his eyes look. His entire body’s open to you like this, the trust not lost on you for a second as his hands remain firmly locked in position, keeping himself spread.

“Yes, please. Just fucking—take what you want from me.”

Yet again on the receiving end of an offer you yourself have made before, you know in an instant this won’t be the last time you fuck him. It can’t be.

Your hips snap forward, spurred on by his insistence, and let yourself dip into that deepening well of power the sight of your dick disappearing into Kyle gives you. You’re mesmerized by the give, stretch, and suction of his hole around the toy each time you pull back. Your thighs slap against him from the furious cants of your hips. Some part of you is desperate for reciprocity, to make him feel how you do when he’s got you in the same position. It’s not altruistic, not exactly. It’s a natural-born greed, a single flame jumping at a leaf because it can and must. Because it’s hungry.

Hearing Kyle moan like a whore on your dick makes you hungry.

“Babe, oh, god.” Kyle’s hands finally slip from his legs, and he grabs you instead. His ankles lock around the small of your back, and his arms envelop your middle, helping you push inside. Each labored breath puffs into your ear, paired with a whispered plea or profanity. “That’s very fucking good, just like that.”

You press one hand to the mattress, silently begging your arm strength’s enough to keep you upright a bit longer. The other snakes to his neglected cock, wrapping around its slick base. Your boyfriend jolts, grunting as you start to pump your fist. It’s sloppy, you haven’t quite mastered the rhythm you need to be as smooth and clean as he is, but practice makes perfect. You intend to practice a lot more.

“I had half a mind,” you huff and stammer, adjusting the angle in search of his prostate. “To leave your dick untouched. See if you could come untouched. Think you could? I think so, you’re fucking made for this.”

Kyle’s mouth, which has hung perpetually open, closes and shuts, but no words make it past a gasp.

“Should I stop?” You ask, feigning innocence, hand ceasing its messy tugging. You chuckle when his fingertips press into your lower back.

“Don’t you bloody dare.” he growls.

His hands slip down to your ass, cupping and groping the meat of it in his broad palms. Pulling. Telling you more more more. 

Your own arousal builds from watching him gradually unravel. The harness hits just right every so often, but that’s not what makes your toes curl, or fingers dig into the linens. Sweat pours from your body. You feel it in sheets on your back, drenched in pleasure. But it’s nothing to push past your muscles' burgeoning ache and stress. You’d mash yourself into a pulp to keep Kyle like this, speared open and begging and gorgeous. Especially when you find and concentrate your thrusts, bludgeoning his prostate. Your jaw falls open at the filthy noises he makes.

“R-Right there, fuck, yes—o-oh, god.” He groans low in his throat.

“Gonna come for me? Gonna come on my cock?” You feel dizzy. Drunk.

His face screws up, eyes rolling, then crinkling shut. Teeth gnashing together around desperate sounds. He jerks into your hand erratically and down on your cock. When you stop furiously bucking into him in favor of grinding into his sweet spot, the hands on your ass clench. His arms and legs go taut around you, trying to crush you closer and closer until—

Kyle moans, and the prolonged cry breaks over a few curses.

“Thaaat’s it, yeah, c’mon, babe. Jesus,” you pant, eyes widening as his cock spasms in your hand, painting his stomach and the bottom of his chest in pearly ropes. Your belly tightens at the sight, muscles crying out as you fuck him through it. “You’re so pretty like this, look at you.” You croon, slowing as he uncurls his limbs, shuddering beneath you. 

His legs splay wide, and he slings an arm over his face, breathing hard. He’s a mess, with cum striping his skin and puddling on his stomach. If you weren’t sure that he’d combust, you’d lick it out of his navel, then clean up the rest.

He shakes a little when you carefully withdraw. Your eyes fix to his hole as it contracts and twitches around nothing, clumsily freeing yourself from the harness as he returns planetside. 

You take extra time to fetch a towel, licking and suckling your fingers clean. You catch yourself in the mirror as you do so, tongue swirled around your thumb, and you bite gently to stave off the buzz it sends to your clit. God, what you wouldn’t do for a round two. You know it’ll likely be some time, but oh, the homework you’ll do in the meantime.

By the time you return to bed, his eyes are open but glazed over.

“Is there anything you’re not good at?” He asks as you wipe his spend, voice rough, but accompanied by a tired grin.

Pride swells in your chest. It inspires a smug little smirk and playful shrug.

“Crosswords.” 

[babsi-and-stella]

Marianne Faithfull by David Redfern, 1975.

[tbhcreaturelover69]

Trying to animate!! My animations are very poor, so this one made me very proud!

[celestialmacros]

Euperilampus triangularis, a member of Chalcidoid Wasps

July 4, 2023

John Heinz National Wildlife Refuge, Tinicum, Pennsylvania