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thinking about Simon who just gets out of prison for murder after he's been locked up since he was 18, and starts working at a slaughterhouse for his parole. a big, scary dog who has bloodstains all over him, permanently crusted in the crease of his nails because he prefers field dressing over dragging the carcass inside the shop. who always smells of iron and sweat, and looms over you like he was trying to keep everyone else from looking at you. possessive, but you only know him from rumours and blog posts. his stare, the intense, hungry way he looks at you always gives you the creeps.
he's bad news. and he tries to woo you by feeding you meat from the animals he butchered (getting angry whenever you buy cuts from someone else), and won't go away even when you tell him to leave you alone. you've heard the rumours. read the news articles. nothing about this man is any good—
but he won't, of course. the thing about prison is that you need to hold onto the things that you have and take the stuff that you don't. a sort of cutthroat survival that has raised him better than his own mother. so, when he finds you (something he doesn't have, but wants), it's just in his nature to take.
#i just#want him him covered in old rotting blood and sweat stains that turn his shirts offwhite#the two mixing into a grisly black smear along his collar and tummy where he wipes his sticky bloodsoaked fingers on during the day#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#im a “if Simon's not in the military hes either a butcher or in jail” truther#this will also have implied cannibalism because of who i am as a person#ghost drabbles#ghostdrabbles
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#health & fitness#muscular#black men#astethic#ebony muscle#health#bodybuilder#grey sweats#posing#full#malachiezekiel
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Interviewer: Why do you work out so much? To ease pre-game nerves?
James, scratching the side of his neck: Er.. Honestly?
Interviewer: Of course!
James, grinning: For my boyfriend.
James, turning to Regulus and winks at him: So I can carry him around. Whenever and wherever I want.
Regulus, choking on air: JAMES%]*[,>,*}.>+!—
#Regulus would be lying on the couch and James walks in and carries him to the bedroom all the while Regulus is fighting out of his grip#James carrying Regulus’ dead weight like NOTHING NO SWEAT#regulus black#james potter#jegulus#starchaser#sunseeker#established jegulus#happy jegulus#marauders#marauders era#the marauders#dead gay wizards
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you matter
#cute#black tumblr#sweat suit#black luxury#black beauty#black girl beauty#black girl aesthetic#chanel#topical#cozycore#cozy aesthetic#cozy vibes
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"Too hot"
#shigaraki tomura#shigadabi#mha#artists on tumblr#bnha art#dabi#shimura tenko#touya todoroki#my hero academia#he's one sweat away from pouncing on Dabi right then and there.#I refuse to believe that there's a shirt under that black jacket christ it's summer#also why does his hair turned blue idk it was supposed to be white
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quinn eating you out after you come home from a long day, letting you use him as stress relief
you had been tense from the stress of your workplace all day, your muscles aching all over your body. you were tired, overworked, and ready for a glass of wine and trashy tv.
when quinn saw your state, though? he knew exactly what you needed. he ran you a hot bath—which he joined, of course—rubbing soothing circles into your tight muscles in the warm water. the bath quickly turns into a shower so you can actually feel clean, but quinn won’t allow you to lift a finger. he lathers soap onto your body and massages the products into your hair, nearly lulling you to sleep standing up.
he wraps your body in a fluffy towel as you step out of the warm stream of water, drying your body gently before working on his own. walking into the bedroom to get a fresh set of pajamas, quinn comes up behind you and stops you before you can get the drawer open.
“uh-uh. no clothes yet,” he tsks, pushing your hand away. you look up at him confused.
“quinn, i’m wet and cold, why can’t i get dressed yet? you’re dressed,” you point out his plaid pajama pants, appreciating the lack of a shirt, though.
he smirks at you, grabbing your hands, walking backwards while leading you towards the bed.
“because, your stress free evening isn’t over,” he lets himself fall onto the end of the bed in a sitting position, looking up at you while wiggling the towel off of your body.
once the fabric is on the floor, quinn admires your body standing bare in front of him. he sees the layer of goose-bumps on your skin from the chilly air of the apartment, your taut nipples staring right at him. he reaches around you to take a handfuls of your ass, pushing you towards him.
you instinctively separate your legs to stand on either side of his thighs, feeling his chin graze the skin right above your belly-button. soft, warm puffs of air from his nose hit your cold skin, causing the muscles there to twitch. you look down at him, seeing his soft, grey eyes looking back up at you. a small smile breaks out on his face, the weight of his chin no longer felt on your body as he pulls back barely an inch.
before you can miss the contact, you watch as he touches his lips to the skin, eyes still looking brightly up at you. you toss your head back as you sigh, the feeling of his warm tongue coming out to tease along with the movement of his lips sending shivers through your spine.
you bring your hands up to rest in his unruly curls, their damp softness providing just enough to ground you, worried you’ll float away as he goes from open-mouth kisses to fully just licking your skin.
still looking up at you, even though he can’t see your face, he licks a stripe up and down, from above your navel to dangerously low territory. when you feel his tongue dip to the very bottom of your stomach, your head flies up with a gasp.
you’re met with the sight of quinn smirking up at you, clearly pleased with the reaction. “s’it working?” he asks you, still kneading the flesh of your ass.
“mmmm don’t know, still feel a little stressed,” you respond with a teasing smile, taking your hand and pushing the hair off of his forehead, bringing your hand to rest on the back of his head.
quinn’s shoulders shake lightly, his forehead leaning forward to rest against your stomach now, his hair tickling the sensitive area as he shakes his head back and forth. he pulls back to look up at you once again, eyes bright with amusement.
“well, guess we’ll have to get straight to it then,” he lightly taps your ass, removing his hands as he lays back, now flat on the bed in front of you.
you stand there and stare at him, not sure what he’s doing. his feet are still planted to the floor, his arms now extended at the elbow, hands clasped together to cradle his head as it lays on them. it’s your turn to admire his body. you’ve always loved the toned nature of his abdomen, but loved the fact there’s still somehow a softness to it at the same time even more. you watch the rise and fall of his even, steady breaths, lost in a near trance-like state.
he lifts his head up only enough to look at you, the rest of his body planted firmly against the mattress.
“well…are you gonna come get your stress relief or not?” he asks you, gesturing to his face, then letting his arms drop by his sides.
your stomach jumps at the realization of what he’s insinuating. he watches the fire in your eyes ignite, his lips once again curling into a smirk.
you waste no time crawling onto the bed, resting your knees on either side of his head, lining yourself up to his mouth perfectly.
you hear him take a deep inhale, your scent always driving him crazy.
looking down at him for permission to alleviate the small burn starting in your thighs, you find he’s not even look at your face. his stare is held on your slick core, licking his lips like he’s at an all you can eat. which, in his eyes, he is.
“ready?” you ask him, missing his warm mouth already.
his eyes snap to your face. “stress reliever, at your service,” he responds, not waiting for you to lower yourself to him. with his hands on your ass again, he pushes you down as he raises his head up, wasting no time in burying himself in your folds.
you cry out, his tongue ferociously lapping and sucking at your clit, his large hands massaging your ass once again.
the quick pace of his tongue stuns you to stillness, not realizing you hadn’t moved until quinn starts rocking your body back and forth for you. he slides his tongue up and down your cunt as he did your stomach earlier, his nose bumping and rubbing against your clit deliciously.
your soft pants and his slurping are the only two sounds to be heard in the room, until quinn lets out a low growl as you start grinding down on his face harder.
the vibrations cause a jolt to run through your core, your body leaning forward just enough for his tongue to tease your entrance.
“scoot. up more,” he mumbles against you, guiding you by your ass right where he wanted you.
the feeling of his tongue sliding inside of you draws out a high pitched yelp. he stabs the muscle in and out harshly, loving the feeling of your walls sucking him in as he laps up every drop of your sweetness.
you bring your hands up to toy with your hard nipples, needing to occupy yourself with something before you lose your mind.
you ride his tongue as he continues to grunt and growl into you, feeling every twitch and flick of the thick muscle.
the added stimulation to the sensitive buds on your chest has your release growing faster than you can keep up with. it’s like someone’s blowing up a balloon inside of you, the pressure building and building until it finally-
“quinn!” you cry out, the graze of his teeth against your sensitive flesh being the needle that popped the balloon.
your whole body is bathed in warmth, limbs shaking as he doesn’t let his pace falter, still bringing your body down farther onto his now slick face, making sure not a drop of your honey goes anywhere except his awaiting tongue.
you start to come down from your high, attempting to slow the steady rock of your body, but quinn pushes against your efforts. he keeps your momentum going, tongue still exploring every inch of your now swollen pussy.
“q, i-“ you hiss at the sensitivity, not being able to finish your sentence because of the quick work his tongue is swirling onto your clit.
“one more…you’ve got one more in you, i can feel it,” he commands up into you, going back to work the second the words are out of his mouth.
your whine, already feeling the swirl of another orgasm approaching.
quinn’s assault is only getting more aggressive, now fully nipping at your folds, each little pinch another tick closer to your release.
“close, quinny, so close,” you tell him, breathlessly.
his tongue enters you once again, this time staying buried there, grazing every surface it can find. he brings a hand around to toy with your clit while his tongue is otherwise occupied, opting for small pats instead of fast circles.
the dull, repetitive nature of the pats is what has your second orgasm of the night bursting out of you. you scream quinn’s name like a mantra, nothing else on your mind other than him.
he smirks through your orgasm this round, feeling your walls flutter around him, milking your sticky sweetness from your body like he’s the thirstiest man alive and you were a fresh spring.
after you recover from your second high, you take a few deep breaths, trying to remember how to control your limbs. when you manage to lift a knee off of the bed, quinn’s hand is flying up to force it back down, his tongue still swirling and flicking inside of you.
“quinn, i-i can’t. not-“ you whimper as he presses a finger against your clit and holds it there, applying a constant pressure. “not another one. can’t do it.”
quinn doesn’t let you surrender, however, the one hand still on your ass lifting and coming down in a harsh smack, the sound nearly lost in the symphony of squelches and moans.
he removes his tongue, and mouth, from you long enough to bark out a gruff “three’s the magic number. you’re not done until i say so,” before his tongue is buried in you for a third time tonight.
you almost fall forward, the sensitivity nearly crippling. your body surprises you, though. somehow, without your knowledge, your nerves are already winding up again, ready to explode any second.
between the now smacks on your clit—his soft pats long gone—and his tongue reaching as far into your entrance as possible, you don’t even know how or when, but suddenly your vision goes white and you feel nothing but what can be described as total and complete pleasure coursing through your veins.
quinn is shocked at how easy it was to pull your third release from you, feeling spurts of your sweet juices expel his tongue from your clenching core. he lets the drops glide down his throat, groaning at how amazing you always taste, but especially tonight.
you didn’t even know you screamed until you felt the scratch of your throat, the stars subsiding from your vision as you feel quinn’s tongue gently licking around you, cleaning up every last ounce of liquid from your spent cunt.
he decides you’ve had enough, finally releasing your shaking thighs, letting you lift one over his head and fall back onto the bed to lay beside of him. he turns over onto his side to look at you, always enjoying how pretty you look after an orgasm, much less three.
the rapid rise and fall of your chest starts to slow as you fully come down from the whole experience, turning your head to look at him.
your eyes widen at the sight in front of you.
his face is quite literally dripping with your release. his nose, his mouth, his chin are all covered with your slick juices. he’s leaning on one arm, while the other is being used to ‘clean’ his face.
and by ‘cleaning’ you mean he’s taking a finger across the wet areas, collecting the moisture on his finger before licking it clean and repeating the process.
when he notices you looking over at him, his actions cease and he smiles down at your fucked out state.
“so….you still stressed?”
#oh my fucking god#i don’t know WHAT just happened#but i think i literally blacked out#i’m sweating#quinn hughes#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes x y/n#quinn hughes blurb#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes smut#quinn hughes one shot#quinn hughes fanfiction#quinn hughes fluff#hockey#nhl#hockey blurb#hockey smut#hockey fic#vancouver canucks#qh43#nhl blurb#nhl oneshot#nhl imagine#nhl fanfic#nhl x reader#nhl fic#nhl fanfiction
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Look at those Cody’s!
A full year since Cody Day 2/2/24 and I wanted to make something for the occasion. I couldn’t fit everyone from my first piece, but imagine they’re somewhere off camera.



#chiligerart#commander cody#cc 2224#kote fett#the clone wars#star wars#sw tcw#cody day#coday#this was a blast to make#though tbh I did rush some of it and am up later than usual heheh 😅#my favorite bit is somehow Jedi!Cody managed to befriend 2224#2224 chose to wear a black jacket to the beach and he’d rather sweat than admit defeat#kid Cody is laser focused on the new star wars lego game. that kenobi guy is funny#modern Cody got delicious treats to share :D churros anyone?#huh. what’s that in the water?
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Draw SapphireBell and my life is yours 🙌
- Lycori 🌸

They make me wanna rocket into space and explode, just a little bit
#crk#cookie run kingdom#black sapphire cookie#silverbell cookie#blackbell#silversapphire#sapphirebell#idk did we ever settle on a name#this may or may not be modified from a more suggestive version#YOU HAVE NO PROOF (throws a smoke bomb)#smoke clears and I’m still here sweating#blackbell crk#glvss art#glvss asks#requests
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Team Al ghul 💪💚
Stupid stuff under the cut
You have one new message. Message one:
"Beloved. I'm calling on behalf of our son-"
Bruce: "What son??"
"You would have been so proud, he bested me in our yearly death match-'
Bruce: "WHAT DEATH MATCH?!??"
"He was magnificent, but then he does take after his father. You. Your son's father. Anyway, I've emailed you a picture for you refrigerator. Be seeing you soon! xoxo"
Bruce: *in the kitchen, experiencing a medical episode*
#talia al ghul#damain wayne#damian al ghul#dc comics#robin#dc fan art#batman#batfam#batfamily#an alternate universe Batman and Son lol#Ra's took the photo btw#he's giving a thumbs up behind the camera#poor Bruce is doing the family guy dead pose in his kitchen#none of the other batfamily dare ask why there's a new picture of a random black haired child on the fridge#Tim's sweating
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It’s them….. the girls…
#one piece#chia draws#i love women#cat burglar nami#nami one piece#nico robin#robin one piece#wano arc#this arc really solidified Nami as my favorite#I mean she’s been my favorite straw hat since her first appearance but 1000 chapters later we stand strong#I LOVE HER#AND NICO ROBIN THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE#AAAAAAAA#Black Maria’s fight..#I’m afraid I was almost unable to concentrate on the battle#giant evil mean woman..? beating people up?#as a sapphic I was sweating bullets#like was it necessary for them to call each other bad girl and all that#because personally I had to run laps around my room BROTHER WOOOWHEEEE#straw hat pirates
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dally: let’s grease [ponyboy] up!
darry: i guess that’s your decision to make huh dal
dally: it’s a greaser decision darrel, ponyboy just notched his first knock out
darry: he’s 14 years old
dally: wtf does age have to do with it? only god and the devil knows what i was doing at 14
darry: his heads always in the clouds and he still got that childhood innocence about him, i’m tryna keep it that way; hell, his dumbass is still naive to fucking racism
dally, flabbergasted: what? how the hell? i got arrested for-
darry: hold on watch this. ponyboy!
ponyboy, who was very much not listening to them: yeah?
darry: how come dally never pays to get in at the drive in
pony, shrugging: he don’t like doing things the legal way
darry: yeah but why? what’s the real reason
pony: there’s another reason?
darry: yes babe. okay how about this, what’s that pin on steve’s jacket? who’s it for?
pony, excited he knows something darry doesn’t (false): the black panthers
darry: uh huh, what do they do?
pony: feed poor kids before and after school
darry: kids that look like us or them? *gestures to the rest of the gang, who are all noticeably not lacking melanin.*
pony, blue screening: what ?
darry: told you dal
dally: oh my god, wtf
darry: you still wanna grease him up
dally: hell no!
*insert brie’s skit outro: this is tulsa 1967!*
#not featured is steve tweaking tf out because he’s never not talking about the black panthers#i’m not saying he’s stupid#but i am saying#his whole gang is poc#and he’s grown up around poc#10/10 times he probably forgets they don’t all look alike#sometimes when johnny and pony are laying in silence together johnny sits up in a cold sweat#and says ‘omg i keep forgetting you’re white’ and ponyboy blinks and says ‘omg me too wait’#the outsiders#the outsiders musical#<- obviously lmaooo#darry curtis#ponyboy curtis#dallas winston#dally winston#the outsiders broadway
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⌚️🍏 Something isn’t Right, He holds himself all Wrong… 🔬🧪
⚠️ I am SO excited about this CowardlyGhostBros (™️) collab with @cowardlykrow 🎉🍾 SO MUCH SO that there are closeups under the cut. Look at these guys, man!! 🚨🗣️


#He could’ve sworn his eyes haven’t always been quite this Green…#JSJDNDNFNFBT SNSD#BROTHER COLLAB#this took SO LONG#blood sweat and tears#but i am SO SO PROUD OF HOW IT LOOKS OHHHH MY GOD#krow is once again one of my favourite humans (birds) on this fuckin planet#my brother ever#cowardlyghost bros 4life#my sweet cheese my good time boy#ANYWAY LOOK AT THIS ART#LOOK AT WILBUR.#HES SO FREAKY AND WRONG AND UGH#also really randomly IN LOVE with the random boot#it looks so clean and gorgeous????#AND THE PORTAL#THE WHOLE VIBE IS SO FREAKY AND PERFECT#proud of this one fellas#anyway normal people tags#black friday#starkid#hatchetfield#my art#hatchetverse#starkid art#nightmare time#hatchet town#wilbur cross#general john macnamara#starkid black friday
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First public spice piece for these two. Inspired by Boot Scootin’ Baby on Ao3, by cancerravenclaw. If you’ve not read it yet please take yourself into a quiet room and begin.
Tamer ones to come on my IG.
#that Pedro Pascal sound was playing on loop in my brain making this#if only i were joking#sirius#sirius black#sirius x remus#remus x sirius#remus lupin#remus#wolfstar#wolfstar art#cowboy remus agenda#cowboy remus#tagging really makes you break a sweat#genderfluid sirius#waxingrunes#my art
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chrishemsworth: Thanks for the workout Justin! The knowledge from this man is incredible 🙏👊
#chris hemsworth#chemsedit#marvelcastedit#mancandykings#dailymarvelkings#flawlessgentlemen#userreh#dilfgifs#tuserlyn#userelysia#useraurore#userquel#usergal#userdiana#usermack#userpedro#usertennant#userjimholden#holesrus#usersam#he's punching so hard he'll out himself as a thunder god or something#this video was meant for specifically me:#thor. all dedicated. boxing. sweating. ARM. black vest.
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the US election for europeans is like the worst political cliffhanger ever. you go to sleep when the polls have not closed but wake up to the first results. maybe it is for the best, because indeed I'd rather be unconscious for this. good night and godspeed my friends. see you on the other side
#imagine me charging to battle like aragorn at the black gate. for frodo#the news are like LIVESTREAM OF THE COUNT BEGINS AT 1 AM!!! no. the true way to experience the election#is going to sleep. tossing and turning in cold sweat. and waking up in panic screaming WHAT HAPPENED#nor's rambles
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