#Ohhhhh and Adam

[antisocialpyromaniac]

I Present To You… The Winchesters…

[avocadoraisin]

Fics where apprentice Adam is scared of Hoffman.. save me..

[ratatatastic]

forsy a ghost that haunts the start of the preseason everytime without fail, '24 is no exception

[delilahcalicocat]

Please, Gods and Goddesses. Universe.

Let us see Brood Edge/Adam Copeland at Fucking DoN.

I want to see the Vampire back again, because my throat is currently sore from seeing that damn Blood Bath!

Malakai, you asked for this. So godspeed. You might regret those decisions of asking Edge to embrace the darkness 🤭

[crossbackpoke-check]

I just need you to know I was reading your tags on the Sillinger/Fantilli Deadpool/Wolverine gifset going "YES THE EYE CONTACT! AND COLE'S WHOLE FACE JOURNEY! AND *OH MY GOD* ADAM'S HAND ALMOST BUT NOT GRIPPING AT COLE'S BICEP" like that near grip Adam took had me fainting like a fucking Victorian era man who saw a woman's bare ankles like W.H.A.T.

I neeeeed to write them omg.

ANON. ANON!!!! please. write them!!!!! and send me a link if/when you do 😇 i’ll prepare my fainting couch (the floor)

[straydogged]

cleaned the box fan (which I use to blow smoke out the window so it collects a fuckload of dust + resin + loose hair, all of which congeals into a gross glue on the blades) and I'm so glad I won't have to do this again until fall. it's hardly my favorite task.

[parcai]

my fav takes r adam = soldier, ronan = poet, gansey = king AND ronan = soldier, gansey = poet, adam = king

and i cannot decide which is better 😓

[degloved]

you said you wanted to talk adam-dogboy metaphors 🫶🫶🫶

Adam literally spends the whole movie leashed and waiting for someone to take some pity on him, to tell him what to do so he can take an order. he’s wounded and left behind and even then he is left alone to wait in the dark for someone to come and mercy kill him that’s the most dogboy metaphor i’ve ever seen

i mean he literally gets shot like a dog come on

let it be fucking known i haven't been on my adam shit since april 2022 but beloved you are bringing it out of me GAH

let's discuss the way he brought down zepp because thinking about it in this context is EARTH-SHATTERING to me. like a damn guard dog ! like lawrence's personal k9 ! came at that man with no thoughts only the rawest need to follow orders and take down the threat. isn't that wild ? doesn't that drive you fucking crazy ??? and for all that, he still got put down despite being a good, loyal boy. bc being a good, loyal boy never overrode a dog's expiration date

[pinnithin]

"if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more" but its how i feel about astarion

[borom1r]

im thinking abt the logistics of bottoming for a man in full plate armor. dont. dont talk 2 me right now.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

You know what i thought?

With every person Mark turns into an Alt, a new voice is added to the chorus of screams.

Oh.

Ohh.

Ohhhhhhhhh /pos

That is such a cool idea holy shit. Like maybe even the people he’s killed too.

[ibroughtyoumybullets-ningy]

what the fuck (and hell) is your deal

i feel like this requires slightly more context as it could refer to a great many things and i haven't the SLIGHTEST idea what specifically you are referring to

[stylespresleyhearted]

A MAN A SNACK AN ENTIRE MEAL 🧍‍♀️

adam benny demarco long you come to me as a friend (:

[gennianydots]

this has been in my head for five days

[mylifeeinfandoms]

Ask Adam Savage: Unlikely Career Advice That Was Actually Helpful | Adam Savage’s Tested

[starlightsuffered]

Darling, please give us a new small fic now, for my bedtime story🥺🙏

I’ll Take It All

A/n - sorry if this is late. I was tutoring for a while. I hope you can see this. This is sexual so maybe I should post another soft one tonight 🤷🏼 in case you don’t like this.

Info - hard dom, Paul dom, concubine, cnc, dub con, somnophilia, face fuck, piss kink, humping foot, aftercare, bathing, fingering, sleeping together, kinda crazy Paul, hand kink, degrading/praise,

Some humiliation kink

I was woken up harshly. I knew I should have been ready but this was the fifth night in a row. Since Paul had taken the water of life he got these urges. He was overcome with a wild dominance and just had to take.

He didn’t want Irulan to know of his dark desires and compulsions. He still did not fully trust her. Chani had left the day he declared himself emperor. He didn’t want to be weakened or distracted by his constant lust.

I had offered myself as a sort of sacrificial lamb. I was a bene gesserit who had sided with Paul’s reign. I was his concubine. It was ironic that I didn’t mind being a very fancy sex toy for him. However, Paul did lavish me with gifts and was increasingly thankful for what I let him do to me.

He especially appreciated that I had consented to his frequent somnophilic desires. He would often have dreams that troubled his mind. It would launch him into a sexual frenzy.

“On the floor bitch,” Paul snarled. I did as he said immediately.

He shoved his fingers in my mouth. I stared at him with my big doe eyes and sucked. He was cursing so fast I couldn’t make out what he said. He was yanked down his sleeping pants at the same time.

He snatched his fingers back. He didn’t cleaned his slobbery digits. Instead, he grabbed either side of my head. My mouth was still obediently open for him.

“That’s it,” he grunted in pleasure as he stuffed his huge cock deep down my throat. I did my best not to gag.

“Fucking good slut,” he groaned as he began to thrust in and out. My mouth was already drooling. A lethal smile covered his face. As I looked up at him, half hidden in shadows, he looked like a demon of hedonism.

“Sloppy princess,” he chuckled as he watched saliva fall from my mouth. He was forcing my head to bob on his dick.

“I bet that pussy is still puffy and leaky from our last round. You take it so well. You’re like a perfect little sex doll,” he ground out.

“Ohhhhh FUCK!” He was being as loud as he pleased. He tipped hid head back in bliss. His Adam’s apple bobbed. I sneakily moved my hand down to grind myself on it.

I let out a pitiful noise. I was sore from how often he’d been taken me. However, I knew he’d love to see tears prick my eyes.

“Fuck, I could use you until I wreck you,” he panted.

“Imagine it,” he said with dark sparkling eyes. “Bloated from cum, an aching pussy, just dripping with my seed and completely exhausted. No longer a human, just a used sex toy. Your nipples would be so swollen, and you’d have more bruises than skin.”

“Mmmmm,” I let out a needy sound. He smiled wider when he saw silver lining my eyes. A tear dribbled down my cheek.

“You’re doing good whore,” he gasped. Wet and euphoric sounds filled the room. Paul was grunting and growling. I nearly expected him to growl or something even more animalistic.

“Fuck, tight fucking throat. Taking my big hairy dick!” He snapped his hips as he babbled.

Without warning he whipped his cock from my mouth. I was left with swollen lips, bloodshot teary eyes, and a soaked pussy. I sniffled submissively as drool ran down my chin.

“P-Paul?” I asked.

He was ignoring me as he yanked on his cock. He was cursing again. His knees bent in pleasure and then he was cumming. He smirked disrespectfully as he covered my face in his semen. Over and over, pulse after pulse, rope after rope of cum covered me.

I felt such a mix of emotions. I was so humiliated I could cry, but so aroused I could cum. I was just his thing, his possession, and I loved it and blushed at the same time.

“Good fucking girl,” he murmured as he squeezed the rest of the cum from his tip.

“S-Sir, can I please take a bath?” I asked pitifully. He chucked me under the chin. He looked sweet for a moment, but I saw the predator underneath. He was still horny.

He jutted his foot forward. I mounted it, as I knew I had to. I did make a small protest from my swollen, sensitive, clit.

“Hump,” was all he said to me.

I began to move. It hurt, but also felt good. I let out small noises of pain with every movement. Paul wasn’t wanking, I didn’t know what was happening. He held his cock, but did no pumping.

“You’ll take whatever I give you won’t you princess?” He asked me in a deep voice.

“Yes sir,” I nodded.

“You promise it? You’re mine?”

“Yes emperor,” I swore.

With that solemn swear he began to piss. He was grunting and groaning in satisfaction as he drenched me. How did even this smell and feel good. He made me sopping. My hair, face, and sleep clothes were all wet.

“That’s my goooooood giiiiirl,” he slurred as if drunk off my submission.

Without hesitation he scooped me up. He carried me out the room. I saw the guards turn our way. I knew the smelt me and saw the Mrs so was. For some reason, this all heightened the burn in my core.

He brought me to the Offcial bathing rooms. He had his own of course but these were much more lavish. He cut off my clothes a pocket knife, promising to buy me more lavish ones.

He placed me in the warm bath. I was shocked he’d use this much water on me. Expensive and rare oils were used on me.

“You’re so good, you’re so special to me,” he whispered in my ear as he washed and then braided my hair. He was kissing my cheeks sweetly.

“Paul, please touch me,” I finally whispered. I didn’t even intend him to hear me.

“Touch you where angel?” He asked.

“Oh, um, I’m just, I’m desperate,” I moaned lightly.

“You never came did you?” He asked in a melancholy voice.

“No.”

“Let me help,” he offered lightly.

He reached down in the water. He didn’t touch my sensitive bundle. His long fingers pumped in my hole. I’d been so edged that I felt myself getting ready fast.

“I want to make you feel good,” he promised as he mouthed over my neck. He gently brushed my braid aside and some how the sweetness made me feel even more ready.

In seconds I was arching. I felt the cosmos ripple through me. I was pressed against his hand. My eyes had fluttered closed. I felt completely possessed by pleasure. The orgasm clutched me like no other. Feelings of gratification even reached my fucking teeth.

“Thank you for all you take,” he whispered to me when we were back in bed.

He was half asleep. I was sore, a bit embarrassed, but satisfied. I smiled in my dreams.

“I’ll take it all,” I whispered back.

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