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[cloudyydraws]

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[moondirti]

daddy kink. inspections. female reader. mean price. fluffy ending. mention of cunt slapping.

latching on to price’s forearm when he anchors it between your legs. he has the soaked gusset of your panties yanked to the side, fingers prodding for purchase along your doughy folds. callouses slipping, slicked. prying for something — what, you don’t know, though you bite your lip to settle through the pain. his touch isn’t as placatory as it would be if was trying to arouse pleasure. sturdy, rather. a little forceful.

similarly, the kitchen countertop is unrelenting below. cool marble digs into your behind, edge cutting into the soft flesh of your thighs. it makes you wish you wore bottoms this morning — before acknowledging how short-lived that would be. there’s a multi-purpose tool on every flat surface available (gifts, from those who don’t know that all he wants, on every occasion, is a tight thing wriggling atop his lap and a bottle of glen scotia), and you’ve suffered enough torn shorts at their doing to have found that the most you can get away with is a pair of cotton briefs and a loose shirt. easy access, he calls it.

like now. you focus on anything but the intrusive ministrations he doles to your poor pussy, whimpering quietly behind bitten lips. though it’s ritual, you have yet to get used to his morning inspections. they alway feel a little cruel in a way you don’t deserve. you’ve been good in the time since you’ve seen him last — sitting on your hands, declining every invitation to a night out, locking your toys in the safe he keeps in the closet — but no amount of pleading your case will get you out of this. he has to see it for himself. feel the undisturbed skin around your hole, the ripe fruit of your clit, plump as it has yet to be unpicked.

“daddy,” you breath, leaning into the strength his shoulder affords when he shoves a finger in dry. it’s hard to keep still as he searches your insides, probing through velvet walls like they’re his own. at this point, all of you might as well be.

“wiggle again ‘n’ i’ll slap this stupid cunt silly.”

your tongue notches itself between your teeth, struggling when you bite down to stifle further complaint. he’s so mean; never as indulgent in the mornings as he is in tipsy afternoons, when he’ll place you down onto his thigh, and let you suck on his fingers to sate the oral fixation that had you mouthing at his groin.

what you find, in your new effort to stay silent, is his arm serves as a better distraction than the metallic wash of blood around your gums. your nails trace it delicately, drifting through the tufts of dark hair that veil old tattoos. the way it will comb to your direction, going one direction when you pave the way, is so unlike the man currently pulling your clit hood back, watching it twitch in cool air. price is fixed, mulish in a manner you’ve learnt is best to let go. rooted in the disciplinarian logic taught to him by his father, and his father before him — tradition sticks, tacky in his marrow. trying to scour it out of him, urge him to see differently, is like taking trouble with the one thing that makes him… him.

you say nothing when he spreads either lip apart.

the muscles creaking from elbow to wrist are more analogous to his character. they twist, writhe, sinew stretching in a way that seems impossible to you. if you squeeze hard enough, you swear you can feel each individual fibre working minutely beneath the surface of his skin. his body is ignited, emanating a dry heat always — which serves your purposes nicely on frigid winter nights, tucked into the expansive furnace of his back. when your fingertips tap the crease of his arm, they sap feverish warmth, along with the elastic efforts that keep you pinned in place.

“legs.” he demands, knuckles rapping on one knee to complete his demand. you’re a little dumb, pleasure slowly bleeding into your veins, making the best of the rough attention your cunt receives, so all you do is blink. once, twice. “wider, now.”

but he doesn’t give you another chance. instead, he shoves them apart himself, his watch scratching the thin skin of your inner thighs.

his watch. black dial and brown leather strap, worn a little with use. though he’s told you the specifics of its make and model, most you remember is that it can also be used as a stopwatch. tactical, utilitarian, as things tend to be with him, but inflated at such a cost that you blanched upon hearing he uses it on the field. don’t you worry about it?

there are far more important things to worry about.

you’ve tried it on your wrist, once, and found that it hung uselessly, several sizes too big. he fills in that extra space so well, veins branching from where it hugs his carpal, adding dimension to the hand that disappears into your pussy.

you wish you would worm your way into his skin, nestle there with all the things that paint this portrait you love so dearly. it would do a great deal for the anxiety that plagues you while he’s away, stressing about loss of mind or limb, or the loss of your daddy in his entirety, out there somewhere where you cannot reach him.

(you wonder, briefly — ridiculously — whether he feels the same about you. but those suspicions are eased when he pulls away from the bracket of your hips, proud smile warping the moustache atop his lip, and places a scratchy kiss to your temple.)

“that’s a good girl.”

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[kazanskyy]

iceman + his concern for maverick post-hop 31

[kyoshi-lesbians]

ID: A series of gifs from the avatar episode The Beach. A teenage boy offers to carry Ty Lee's bag. She hands it to him and he immediately falls over from the weight of it.

Hey, you need some help unpacking? / Sure, thanks!

[genshin-impact-updates]

Character Skill Showcase — "Splish-Splash Wavechaser" Mualani

Hello, Traveler! Next, we're bringing you the information on Mualani's combat style. Let's take a look~

[paro-art]

mamamia

[ronaldreaganfan]

when the fuck did i even write these

[thatcoloradosunrise]

How do you pitch something like the Trust Bank Interface Machine. Like ok we're going to start assigning a "bead worth" to your deeds. Fine. But now because there's actually so many people getting beads we need a bocular bead mathematics machine. It's just getting more complex by the day. Don't worry though! Our bead machine keeps everything in order. We add on new calculations and buttons each traversal!

It delights me though. So I embroidered it :)

I think it would be fun if the Senior Notary had to wear special shoes to operate the pedals like real organists do.

Closeup under the cut:

Materials: cotton and metallic thread, cotton fabric

Stitches: satin stitch, french knots, bullion knots, backstitch, running stitch, split stitch

[mydahliarose]

If ever there is a future sprite of Michael with his hair up in a bun or ponytail its over for me

[rusty-gloinks]

ITS 4/20 ITS SAM’S DAY

HBD TO M MY SON !!! HEJS SO HAPPY (i revoked his magnet privileges🩷🩷

[queer-lovebot]

Thinking about when Andrew first bought the Maserati and Matt was GEEKING over it. Full-on excitement. Begged to hear the engine and Andrew even complied. They might it be friends but they can be acquaintances that talk about cars when they’re in the same room. I don’t even think Andrew particularly has to like cars, but he likes being able to one-up Matt with his car knowledge

[fireflowersims]

Compressorizing mods

I just saw a post that mentioned you shouldn't compressorize your mods. "Because mods break when you compress them"

And honestly, as a modder, I must say: that's a myth. I do not know where it comes from, but srsly,

Compressorizing mods should not mess them up. It won't reduce file size by much, so the utility is limited. But it does NOT break them.

Most mods consist of fairly tiny resources: BHAV's, BCON's, sometimes #STR's. They're small to begin with and they can be safely compressed. In fact, the resources you find in mods are no different from resources found in furniture, or even EAxis' own files.

I repeat: there is nothing different about mods that makes them break when compressed! They're resources like any other.

Something that is important to note, is that you should recompress when you tune a mod. Or modify a package file in general. Do that and it'll all be fine.

Tldr: stop telling ppl to leave their mods uncompressed. Compressing won't break them

[fuzzkaizer]

Elektronika - 12-011

"someone changed inscription Elektronika 12 011 to some РЕВЕРБЕРТОР with unknown reason"

s.a. Elektronika 12 011 explained

cred: reverb.com/Input_Output