#chupito

[viejospellejos]

Cómo me suele salir todo en la vida:

[puzzleddonkey]

Ref sheet of Chupito and Semidi races

World and biology lore soon to be dumped, will likely update this blog to link every future lore dump.

[comenevedestate]

Ma sì. Cinco de lo mismo.

[cantoghalpon]

Veña que mañá xa é venres!

[ibuprofeno1000mg]

foticos en el bandera negra :) 🏴🏴

[yolobus98]

Hellooo. Podéis dejar vuestras confesiones por aquí y las leeré en directo en mi CHUPI STREAM ESTE SÁBADO A LAS 22:30 HORA ESPAÑOLA 😉

Confesiones link: https://ngl.link/lagranjadepeppatv

Twitch de mi canal: https://www.twitch.tv/pepapig98

[pacountry-madrid]

[zsofiarosebud]

Mirando cócteles rollito anos 20 para unha partida de rol da Chamada de Cthulhu con disfraces e todo. Algunha suxerencia?

[mimacedonia-blog]

Chupito de macedonia (nº13)

Esta semana casi toda la atención la ha captado EE.UU, y supongo que hasta la celebración de las elecciones presidenciales allá por noviembre será lo habitual. Pero para no caer en lo efímero os dejo un artículo largo sobre piedra (política) filosofal sobre la que se asienta el país: el liberalismo.

Es una pieza larga, que se remonta al concepto de libertad en la antigua Grecia y Roma, y su evolución en las sociedades europeas a caballo entre la Edad Media y la Edad Moderna, hasta la aparición de la ley natural de John Locke a finales del siglo XVII.

Es a partir de ese momento donde se toma como base para la formación de un nuevo gobierno independiente en las antiguas colonias británica de América del Norte y donde se exponen las limitaciones y contradicciones con las que se introdujo el concepto, demasiado radical para la época, tanto, que estuvo casi un siglo prohibida la publicación de la Declaración de Independencia en España.

La consolidación de la idea del liberalismo no estuvo exenta de disputas internas (Guerra Civil americana) ni desafíos exteriores (las dos Guerras Mundiales del siglo XX).

El autor no rehúye de sus imperfecciones, ni de los retos que tiene por delante, pero mantiene el optimismo y sin duda la considera (y lo comparto plenamente) la idea triunfal en la Edad Contemporánea.

[kristinemaebsnapshots]

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📍Chupitos Clark Quay

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[viejospellejos]

Fijo que eso tiene que picar luego

[puzzleddonkey]

I don't think I've ever posted this

Rushed Semidi render I think

[arcanumlegio]

¿Sería mucho pedir el tamaño de los gráficos? *Les pone ojitos.*

Hum. No intentes engañarme, alma traviesa. No te veo los ojitos tras las gafas de sol de tu bola de anónimo.

Venga, por ser tú, te dejo aquí lo que pides. Pero me debes un chupito.

[your-nanas-house]

had this thought awhile back but a rivals to lovers type one shot with jonathan crane and the reader but the reader is poison ivy if that makes sense? both doctors, both using chemicals/pheromones for their own reasons…..make it smutty! i trust you!

Pungent as a rose

◇ Pairing: Jonathan Crane X poison ivy!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, eating out, drugs, dub-con, hate

◇ Summary: When chemistry meets chemistry between people.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Not proof read and shitty endind.

Her heels kept clicking on the floor of the asylum... fast and confident, as she reached the labs in the dark.

The only light present was the one of the moon, bright but soft, decorating with shadows the bare intern walls of the building.

Noises kept coming from the background, screams, laughter and soft snores and... then his voice which wasn't part of them anymore.

"Colleague.. what are you doing here in the dark?" The smooth but low voice of Dr. Crane echoed in the small room, she really had been hoping to not meet him again. Since their last encounter he started to randomly appear more often in her path, casually trying to get her alone to bring up the past passion she had decided to share with him after a couple of extra chupito.

The young woman sure thought back at her colleague whimpering form under her, whining and moaning like a slut while still grab and manhandle her as he pleased.

As Jonathan couldn't stop thinking about her nails digging in his skin as his cock bullied her cervix, her teeth sinking as her wild eyes stare deeply in his. Since that damn night he couldn't remove the idea of spraying her with his toxin to look at fear in her eyes as he buried himself in her.

He already knew she was wild... but he was sure that he could make her snap.

He felt just weird, his body starting to get warmer as she inhaled her scent now that his chest was pressed against her back; he started to feel like an impulse that made him want to breath her in more even though his mind was getting dizzy almost as if he was getting wasted.

In fear of loosing his rational side, he moved his wrist casually in front of her face, a little bottle in his hand his thumb pressing down as she opened her mouth to ask him what he was doing, grimacing when the liquid wet her face.

Couple of seconds and she felt a rush of fear wash over her, her body started to shake and she turned pale, her vision was blurry at first but different things started to display in front of her. Jonathan was getting too hard under the effect of her chemical perfume to actually get hard by the mere look of her wide eyes, opting rather to follow his need and start grinding like an animal in heath against the curves of her ass.

"What did you do, you asshole?!" Y/n accused, holding unto the table as the feeling got stronger, making her sweat as her breath quickened. She rolled her eyes back, chills running down her spine as the familiar sensation of lust hit her hard, the feeling of fear just increasing her wetness.

Jonathan didn't replied, letting her move him around easily by the hair down to a kneeled position, before burying his face in her thighs, waiting shakily to be able to taste her.

It took her longer than expected since her hands were shaking but as soon as she managed to remove her panties she sat on the lab table, spreading her legs so that he could please her properly

"Stupid bitch" she hissed, grinding her wet pussy against his face, removing his glasses only when they nearly fall onto the floor

"Bet you used that thing you were working on since months" she realized, arching her back at the feeling of the warm tongue of her colleague which kept lapping at her folds before thrusting in her needy hole, allowing his nose to press deliciously against her clit.

The figures kept showing up, making her moan in pleasure as the fear increased, tears started to run down her cheeks as her hips ground faster against Crane's face, her wetness dripping down his chin.

"It's impressive, I must say" the young woman breathed out, clenching her jaw as cold sweat runned down her forehead before nesting itself between her breasts "I did not expect you to be able to create something this s-strong" the mid praise left her mouth, echoing in Jonathan's empty head.

Damn... if only he would have been in the right set of mind and not pussy drunk or drugged by her. He sure would have cummed in his pants at the mere view of the pure fear in her.

"Fucking hell... you little—" her usual sensual voice came out rougher and exhausted before the annoying footstep of who they discovered was another colleague interrupted abruptly their passionate moment.

[angel-amable]

Nos puede pasar a cualquiera. Ayer sábado, el gay Ignacio, salió a pasarselo bien. Y una cosa, lleva a la otra. Que si la penúltima, que si quédate a otra ronda, que si un chupito,... Ahora, domingo por la mañana, acaba de llegar a casa. Como se siente pringoso y sudoroso, se tomará una ducha caliente y ... ¡a la cama! Esta tarde será otro día.