#S.B.

[viaov]

“S.B.”, Harley Quinn, “Ask me about my clown agenda”

[rosamariaa]

I don't like to think that sirius Did Not Like peter because I don't think he would keep being friends with someone that he doesn't like out of like... pity? but also. he simply is a bitch. And peter seemed to be annoying as hell so.

Fandom: Sirius was such a good friend, he was so sweet and supported the other marauders

Canon Sirius whenever Peter breathed:

[mrmummy]

Hraun - Endless Night

[justvladmir]

Just an introductory post!

The one you’re mostly going to be chatting up is me, Satoru <3 just use he with me here for simplicity. I’m the host of our little sidesystem thang~

This is just going to be my little corner of the web! Don’t like, there’s this cute little button on our user drop-down menu that says “block” written over it!

We will block you if we don’t like you, buuut we int. from @kikikyon , the main system’s host’s account!

[ravenmill]

Hello i'm here for your free reading my question if i will have sucess in my career music and acting? I have not started

My inicials are S.B.

Thank you

yes

get started on your career right away <3 I wish you luck

[glossykissies]

soldier boy is sooooo sexy because he keeps up the warm, charming, gentlemanly act if he wants to fuck you, until he’s got you in bed — where he’s immediately dropping the act :(

all those nice words and lingering soft gazes that he’s tried and tested to get women to melt have disappeared, only to be replaced with two strong hands manhandling you, gripping your arms and tucking them under your knees to hold your legs up and out of his way.

"you fuckin' keep these out of my way, yeah? let me work this tight lil' thing open."

he doesnt care if you get all whiny either, eventually tossing you onto your front so he can all but mount you, driving into you the way he needs. he holds your head off the mattress with a hand around your throat and jaw area, lips to your temple as he makes your eyes and pussy walls flutter.

“yeah. my good baby, taking that dick. gripping me so hard ‘can barely fuckin’ move. you missed me or something?”

you definitely had.

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_1200 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally. (2022)

Happy New Year! Let's hope the planet can survive the next four years. I'm not optimistic. -- Image number 1200 in our MicroMessaging series!

[thephotoregistry]

From Walden

S.B. Walker

[marta-krasina]

С днем рождения Гарри Поттера!

А заодно пара фоток с его др

[mute-call]

@feralreason said: ❝ Oh, so you’ve finally come to face me in person, have you? ❞ (I'm super super shy but I want to interact dhfhjgj)

There are many possibilities implied by the question and by Mr. Miller's tone of voice. He doesn't sound happy, that's for sure, but beyond that...

Could he have been waiting for assistance?

Could he have anticipated the reason behind Phone Guy's visit? (As the only animatronic without a set stage area, it's become the designated 'bot for wandering around and "helpfully" reminding slacker employees that they're not on break.)

Could he be upset about something?

Uncertain and unable to guess, Phone Guy pauses his queued dialogue urging Mr. Miller to return to work, and instead goes with:

"Whoops, I didn't quite catch that. Please repeat your question loudly and clearly, or dial '1' for language options. Thank you!"

[super-cosita]

no quiero ser solo tu deseo de medianoche

Quiero ser la luz que ilumina tus mañanas y la brisa que acaricia tus tardes.

Anhelo ser tu todo, ser quien te roba un suspiro al partir hacia ti.

Necesito escuchar de tus labios que soy solamente tuya,

pero busco eso en tu amor, algo más allá de un simple deseo

[viaov]

“S.B.”, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy

[kayforpay]

hey hello people online if you ever have a book suggestion for me, please tell me. I'm trying to read more and trying to find suggestions online makes me want to become illiterate

[thelov3lybookworm]

Not me watching encantó after I saw your theme lol

What else can I dooooooo 🎶🎵🎶🎵

AYYYYY LETS GOOOOOOOOOOO 🤭🥳

i wanna watch it too now 🥲

one thing u can do is.... match me, berry and sara 😏

[plushmon]

forgot to post this one (other vers under cut)

[glossykissies]

thinking about what reader i’d pair with soldier boy and it only feels right he gets handed spoiledbrat!reader. bratty, high maintenance, pouty. soldier boy might’ve been a god-like supe with damn near all the power in the world, but at the end of the day he was also a man… and you were packaged to him like a god damn fantasy.

it was so conflicting to him, you were simultaneously everything that got him off in a woman all while challenging his beliefs. feminine, soft, supple, pink and glittering — sure, but also you had the craziest attitude, you swore like a sailor and you were demanding. it made his fists clench, and dick swell.

the first time he’d been introduced to you with the boys, having found yourself wrapped up in their world — you were the only one in the room who he detected not an ounce of fear from. you. the little thing in the corner leaning on her hip, more interested in her nail bed than the banished supe.

immediately, and much to butchers irritation (he was pushed for time, and trying to stay on track here.) soldier boy focused his attention on you, taking a draw of his cigar from the couch in the hide-out apartment.

“and who’s this pretty little poodle? you fellas let a fan tag along?” his voice is smooth and rumbly like wheels on gravel and you raise a perfectly plucked brow.

“please.”

he hums out a chuckle, not hiding the way his eyes drag up and down your body. he was used to just taking what he wanted, his time being one of those things.

“so if we could just—” hughie steps forward cautiously, attempting to regain the supes attention to get things back on track but is immediately silenced by soldiers boy lifting a hand, eyes still on you.

“no really. what’s the deal with strip-club-barbie? i have met all of you cock suckers but she’s new. if she’s not a welcome gift, what the fuck is she doing in here listening in?”

“shes one of us.” butcher gruffs, shuffling in his chair, antsy to start explaining his diabolical plans.

“yeah? what’s her thing? you fellas passin’ her around in whatever fuck-dungeon you hole up in?” he teases, and before anyone can say anything — you’re defending yourself.

“jesus christ, get with the fucking times, old man.”

soldier boy smirks, and a tense silence falls over the room ��� half expecting to watch you get thrown through the thin walls of the apartment at record breaking speed. surprisingly, after he’d taken an amused and analytical gaze your way — he leisurely turned his attention back to butcher. “alright, out with this plan. don’t have all day.” he drawls, taking another drag. you roll your eyes at the fact he literally has nothing else to do, and you’re sure he notices.

most of your interactions went that way after that. soldier boy would make some kind of demeaning or misogynistic comment, you’d snap back, he’d either be amused or weakly threaten you. it was like clock work, but seem to put everyone on edge every single time.

there were many times the boys thought you were done for, hurling names and insults at him when he’d caused them more harm than good — only to have him stroll right past you, uninterested in your girly tantrum and not even struggling to totally ignore you. sometimes you would irritate him, only to get a “brats like you need to be put in their place. i’m warning you.” and maybe he’d smirk because he could just sense your little clit twitching.

there was even a time all of you had to pile into one car, getting away quickly after a mission gone south. you were the last in, and there were no seats left for you.

“just fuckin’ get in would ya?” billy commanded loudly, trying to keep an eye on the oncoming commotion. soldier boy smirks, completely suited up, damn near taking up two seats in the backseat and pats his thigh, spreading his legs.

“i am not sitting on him. someone get in the trunk.” you argue, crossing your arms all spoilt.

“just grab her!” hughie exasperates from the passenger seat, used to your ways. without hesitation, soldier boy yanks you into the car with ungodly strength, pulling the door shut as they drive off. you wriggle and fight until he’s got you situated — the mountain of a bulge pressed up against your panties beneath your skirt, legs spread a little on his lap.

you give him a sulky look over your shoulder, and despite the chaos in the front of the car — he’s utterly relaxed and unbothered by everything that just unfolded. in fact, he leans back with that same smirk — adjusting his hips, nudging the fat lips of your pussy open through your panties with his bulge. he watches your eyes nearly roll back like a baby-doll.

you turn back to the front, irritated and overstimulated, breathing all heavy and mad. never in all his years has he seen a woman fight against her urges like you were. he puts his hands on your hips and you dig your nails into his skin, sustaining no damage. you scratch harder, tearing and attacking him like a baby kitten and he gazes happily out the window, unmoved.

you try to chime into the conversation up front, try to stay tuned — but everytime butcher carelessly flies over a speed bump you’re being practically forcefully dry fucked by the supe. you’re sure he could even feel you leaving a wet patch — and surprisingly, when you all pile out the vehicle solider boy doesn’t bring it up. the gratification of flustering you enough to keep him happy.

the breaking point comes when you’re appointed to ‘babysit’ him back at the hiding apartment. literally no one else is free, but they need someone there to make sure he’s where he needs to be. there’s nothing you could do to stop him from leaving, but whilst he agreed to stay there — you were sticking around to make sure he keeps his word, strictly told to alert one of the boys if he exits.

“look, i’m sorry. i would take your place but i have to help annie.” hughie stresses apologetically as they walk you up to the building.

“i’ll be fine.” you roll your eyes, more irritated that you were missing your nail appointment for this shit.

“and keep that mouth in check, yeah? i don’t fancy scraping your intestines off the walls so keep a lid on it today.” butcher warns, sending you a look before you run off.

when you walk in, he’s chowing down on a burger. so american.

“well if it isn’t my favourite.” he drawls, more interested in the TV.

“whatever. i’m here to babysit you.” you sark, setting down your purse and rifling through it for your phone charger, spotting the pink wire tangled at the bottom of your bag.

“babysittin’ huh? you certainly had the sitting part down last time i saw you. maybe today we can work on the baby part.” he chuckles at his own joke, bringing the mouth of his beer bottle to his lips.

“shutup. you know i had no choice.” you don’t know why you get so defensive, strutting over to block his view of the television — staring down at the hulk of the man resting with his feet up.

“that why i could feel your little pussy throbbing? beggin’ me to help her out? christ, maybe if you got some dick you’d quit bitching all the time.”

maybe he was right.

it’s how you end up blubbering on your back with the backs of your knees in his huge hands.

“shit, maybe i’ve been missin’ a trick with this young pussy stuff. fuckin’ perfect.” his heavy cock brushes your folds as he stretches your legs up into a humiliating pose, not caring for your sniffles and angry pouts. he pushes your knees up higher with an intrigued smirk. “you’re flexible, huh? what, were you a cheerleader in high school or something?”

“are you gonna fuck me or what?” you whine, so needy and petulant that it makes him smile.

“you modern girls. no patience.” he slaps his cock on your folds and you flinch. “relax. only polite to knock before i enter, right?”