#big dumb sex

[rocknrollflames]

There are only 12 spots available, so I was not able to include the hidden track, 'Look at Your Game, Girl'.

@greeneyezblackheart @elscaptive @valupuyhol @jakelinestradlin

[rnm6069]

[dawaxenpith]

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Heloo, don’t follow unless you wanna see crazy horny shit.

Mac. Doggymoder. Married. Trans.

Love hard kinks and vanilla. Collaring, owner/pet, fauxcest, tpe, etc. DMs cool but don’t just say hey or I will never talk to you. Asks open

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*DNI minors, Zionists, anti-blacks, terfs, fascists, normies*

[anonyme-glace]

My big brother who finally figured out what I do for a living while he scrolls through tumblr and recognizes me wearing the sweater he got me for Christmas. Of course I don’t show my face but he knows it’s me. He knows he needs to scroll but he doesn’t. He watches me tease my nipples through it and watches as the sweater rides up my stomach. He watches me take the sweater off and cup my tits. He watches as I lean back and take off my panties. And he certainly watches when I begin to stretch myself out with a dildo that’s coincidentally the same length and girth as his cock. He messages me and starts sending me gifts and money. All this leading up to when he finally asks to do a facetime with me. He says he deserves it after all that’s he’s done for me.

Now my blog is all about couple posting. Posting sex tapes where I’m calling him my brother. But of course theirs no way that’s true, right?

[columboscreens]

columbo - sex and the married detective

[sionisjaune]

brocedes stepford wife type marriage. could be het, or not

i love your fics btw!

Not really stepford wives but robot nico???

"I've updated his language model and increased his audio processing speed," says Lewis, gesturing at the cracked-open shell of electronics on the table. It doesn't really look like Nico now, but as soon as his circuits get stuffed back inside where they're supposed to be and his titanium ribs are snapped shut, he'll look just like the boy Lewis followed to MIT when he was eighteen years old. He's not nearly as smart, or as funny, or as insufferable, but he seems to charm his customers just the same.

"And what is your progress on removing the accent?" says Toto. "I understand modelling a convincing human voice can be difficult but--"

"Zero percent progress," says Lewis. "I'm not doing it, just like I'm not designing a fucking companionship mode, because he is a state of the art robotic assistant, and not a robot girlfriend."

"At the going price," says Toto, arms crossed, "you could double your revenue by adding a companionship mode."

"He can affect politeness. That's the best I'll do."

Toto throws his hands in the air. "Frankly, I don't understand your hang-ups about AI companionship. It's the done thing now, and your models are the best on the market. You could change the game, if you weren't so--"

"I said no," says Lewis.

Toto lifts an eyebrow. "I suppose your gifts are reserved just for you? Your prototype--" He points in the direction of other robot-Nico, the prototype Lewis is always tinkering with, sitting placidly on a rather avant-garde armchair in the corner of the lab. "--behaves awfully affectionately, don't you think?"

Lewis frowns, assessing proto-Nico's idle seat. The cycle of his breath is so natural Lewis could almost be fooled into thinking he was real, if he didn't feel the swell of pride in his chest at the fact that he made proto-Nico, made him almost as good as the real thing. "He's experimental. Not--not ready for the market."

Toto crosses his arms, assessing. "I'm sure."

[puthyflapps]

Has Clarke ever walked in on fuck boy Lexa getting sucked off by some girl the locker room or at a party? (Let's say Clarke has been in a relationship since before meeting Lexa in this scenario so while she's been interested she hasn't ended her relationship for this fuck boy)

Well the gag is, the two of them have been best friends since they were in diapers and they’ve also been in love with each other for as long as they can remember. The issue is that neither of them have ever been brave enough to fully cross that line; afraid of rejection and/or ruining the friendship they share. As the pair grew older they each dealt with this simmering tension in their own way. Lexa threw herself head first into the hormone filled waters of the high school social scene whereas Clarke chose what she perceived to be a much simpler path…flat out denial.

So to answer your question, has Clarke ever walked in on Lexa and another girl, the answer is an easy and resounding yes. The unfortunate part is that it’s happened several times and each time Clarke has accidentally walked in on some girl down on her knees between Lexa’s legs or caught sight of an explicit text message flashing across Lexa’s phone screen, it’s come at the worst time possible. Every time Clarke finds herself thinking that she might finally take a chance on the girl she’s loved her entire life along comes a painful reminder that Lexa would never give up her extracurricular activities to be with one girl.

And poor, idiot Lexa who’s convinced herself that if she can’t have the one girl she truly wants most in this world then the next best thing is to simply have every girl, is so oblivious to this trail of chaos she leaves in her wake. The most egregious example being the night of Octavia’s 18th birthday party when unbeknownst to Lexa, Clarke had walked in on her and on-again-off-again girlfriend Costia getting reacquainted in the Blake’s pool house.

Clarke wasn’t entirely sure what about that night felt so different or why she had the sudden urge to abandon this cat and mouse game and just admit to being hopelessly, stupidly head over heels for the girl. Maybe it was the endearing way that Lexa ignored protests from the other players as she consistently rigged games of beer pong in Clarke’s favor by knocking in her wayward shots and gifting her the ball back time after time, blatantly ignoring the 2-shots-per-turn rule. Perhaps it was the goofy way Lexa had shouted across the party for Clarke to ‘watch!’ as she did a backflip into the pool. Maybe it was the sweet way Lexa smiled at Clarke while they slow danced that night; not caring one bit that Clarke spent the whole time rambling on about some book she’d been reading while stepping all over Lexa’s toes as she struggled to find her rhythm.

It was hard to say what moment had finally tipped Clarke over the precipice but, whatever it was it had surely left her with a fire in her belly and an urge to find Lexa immediately. So she set off in search of the girl, slinking expertly through the crowd of sweaty bodies and pausing only momentarily to ask the birthday girl which way she’d seen Lexa go. In hindsight, when the words “pool house” rolled off of Octavia’s lips, Clarke should’ve known what she was about to bear witness to. But, she was high off the feeling of young love and her brain was dulled from the abhorrent amount of cheap beer she’d had to drink that night so she thought nothing more of it.

And ya know, the worst part wasn’t opening the door to find Costia’s lips wrapped around Lexa’s length. It wasn’t the way Lexa’s own lips parted in pleasure as her cheeks flushed an annoyingly sexy shade of pink. Nor was it the way Lexa grunted and moaned in pleasure before telling the girl servicing her that she “missed this” and “missed her”. No, the worst, most heartbreaking part of it all was the way Lexa lied straight to her face later that night when Clarke asked where she had disappeared to earlier. Yeah, the way Lexa’s eyes had subtlety grown wide in shock at the sudden inquisition, and the way her cheeks tinged that stupid shade of pink again as she stuttered her way through some half assed excuse about catching up with a few friends, that fucking hurt.

It hurt so much because she couldn’t even tell her best friend about the girl who broke her heart at some stupid birthday party.

[cheekys-slut]

[silverspleen]

SAY SAY MY PLAYMATE

WON'T YOU LAY HANDS ON ME

MIRROR MY MALADY

TRANSFER MY TRAGEDY

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[forcebookish]

god i know it's a bl but it is crazy how many characters have their consent violated and then it's never mentioned again lol

[beomgeyman]

"true love really exists? or it's just idea create to people don't give up on them lives?"

[jacqcrisis]

*adding tags to a new nfsw bg3 fic draft* and biting. Obviously. Why wouldn't there be biting? There should always be biting. Considering the characters involved, it's offensive if there isnt a little bit of chomping.

[navree]

Your thoughts on Criston Cole?

Ah, Hottie McHottie. If they didn't want me to like him, they shouldn't have had Fabien Frankel play him.

I've talked a bit about Criston before, so I'll just link those two responses here, one's about show!Criston and the other is about book!Criston. Those cover my thoughts on both versions of the character pretty well.

And honestly quick fandom grip: people who lump him up with, like, Joffrey or Ramsay or Euron are straight weird to me. One's a straight up psychopath, one is a serial rapist and abuser who in the books forced Jeyne to be raped by his fucking dogs among the myriad other things he did to her and tortures Theon for the Hell of it and literally starved his first wife to the point where she ate her own fucking fingers, one is a literal child molester who repeatedly raped and abused his two little brothers and is also trying to end the world. But a guy who was sad about a break up and made new friends with someone his ex didn't like is a step too far for some people? Grow the fuck up.

[faggling]

sobbing