#enjoy babes:)

[erwinsvow]

PLEASEEEE can u show the time where reader caught rafe punching the squishmallows that really sent me

"don't laugh, okay?" you say it softly, right outside the door to your bedroom.

"why would i laugh?" rafe’s asking seriously, but you're already a tiny bit embarrassed of what lies on the other side of the door and you're unsure how rafe will react.

"it's, like, a third of the size of your room-"

"shut up and open the door."

you sigh, turning the handle and pushing to let yourself in first. rafe follows, staring around the tiny room observantly. his eyes flicker from corner to corner, taking it in. you stand to the side patiently, playing with your hands, in particular the ring rafe had just gotten you, fiddling and twisting it repeatedly.

he walks around for a second, stopping at your bookshelf to take a look at the titles on the shelves and then moving on, staring at the photos on the wall and then sniffing a stray candle on the nightstand. he finally stops at your dresser, glancing over the lotions and perfumes littered on top to stare at the framed picture of the two of you perched right in the center, odds and ends he's gotten you in the last month scattered around.

"so?" you question quietly, eyes big.

"which drawer's got your panties?"

"rafe! shut up."

"it's a cute room. why'd you get so worried?"

"i don't know. habit." you settle on the bed, bringing your biggest squishmallow onto your lap, holding it in your arms comfortingly. rafe's still looking around.

"always had one favorite color, huh?"

"yes," you admit, squeezing the stuffed animal harder. rafe finally comes to join you on the bed, gesturing to the squishmallow as soon as he does.

"what the hell is that?"

"this is ricky. he's a clownfish. he has a career, i just can't remember-"

"huh?"

"they all have jobs and hobbies, rafe. the squishmallows. i think he's an underwater singer or something."

"you sleep with that huge thing on the bed?"

"every night. when i'm here, at least. i should get one for tannyhill!"

"don't know about all that." he takes it into his hands, moving it around, observing it from all sides. "every single night?"

"yeah. why?"

"nothin'."

the conversation changes to the books on your nightstand, and you forget all about the squishmallow resting on your bed until you step out to get a cup of lemonade for rafe.

walking back in, you wonder if you put enough sugar in, when you open the door to see rafe smacking your squishmallow with his right hook, right to his little face.

"what are you doing?!" it spills out before you can stop it, the lemonade almost falling out of your hand.

"look at the dent. how does it go back to how it was?" he questions, while you look over at him, horrified. "what's inside it? feathers, or some shit?" he looks over to get an answer, when he looks at your distraught face.

"what?"

even when he sleeps over, he's never allowed to touch your squishmallow again.

[blackmetalsnake]

Lucien Lachance for @ulanxxxs!!

Oh Sithis I think this is literally my best and favorite art now...

-> Speedpaint on Boosty -> For tips

@lucien-lachance @chennnington @fruk-choosing-a-username I think you'll be interested too 😈

[ninyard]

exy fans + twitter (thanksgiving edition)

[shouyuus]

cheesy af but pussydrunk Vi accidentally mentioning marriage?

she... she would tho.

so painfully 18+, mndi, merry xmas to the gays and only the gays

just fucking you slow, after pulling a good few orgasms out of you already with her mouth and her fingers, after you've also made her eyes roll back with nothing but your tongue on her clit, your fingers reaching up to tug on her pierced nipples, the buds made that much more sensitive by the metal rods, her mind caught somewhere between her lips and the high cap of the ceiling in your dorm, the winter sun pale and timid, peering behind a sheaf of clouds, shining through the half-drawn blinds.

"fuck, sweet girl -- feel so good -- mmm --" she mumbles, not all that sure what she's even saying anymore, her hips rocking against you of it's own accord, her thumb pushed against the pad of your tongue as you moan around her finger, spit slicking across your lips.

"vi -- vi -- please, please, please --" you groan, hips bucking up weakly even as she rucks down over you, her breath breaking at the catch of your oversensitive clits rubbing against one another. she squeezes out a breath, frowning down at the mess of slick skin and reddening skin at the place where both your bodies connect, her mind a blissed out smear of want and love and not much else.

"feel so good, pretty, wanna make you cum again -- yeah? you want that?" she asks, hooking one of your legs over her shoulder, you tossing your head back into the sheets, fingers scrabbling at her thighs as she adjusts her angle and your cunts are slotting against each other in just the right way.

"wanna make you mine -- you mine, pretty girl? holy fuck --" and she's rambling, she knows she's rambling, the words just pouring from her before she has the chance to think them through, "all mine -- mmngh -- gonna be mine forever? yeah? god fuck, wanna fuck this pussy for the rest of my life -- you want that, pretty? wanna be mine forever? want me to wife you up? fuck yeah -- that'd be nice wouldn't it?"

you keen, the sound going straight to her clit as she gasps, and then you're cumming too, hard and fast, gushing against her, the peak of it so sudden she doesn't quite know what to do, but its so hot watching you come undone like this that it has her gasping a second later, her high hitting just has hard, her fingers digging into your thigh as she rides her her orgasm against you, even though you're oversensitive and twitching, she holds your hips, rocking into you till you're squirming, pushing weakly at her arms.

"holy shit vi..." you breathe, fighting to catch your breath.

vi chuckles, collapsing down next to you, an arm thrown casually over your middle as you cuddle in next to her.

after a few seconds you turn.

"d-did you mean it?"

"mean what, pretty girl?" she asks, turning slightly, her eyes still glazed out and dark, her cheeks bright with the glow of her recent orgasm. you lick your lips; she's so, so beautiful like this, fucked out and messy, and a little lovesick as she looks over your face.

"when you..." you gulp, "when you said you... wanted me to be yours... forever...?"

vi blinks at you for a few seconds before her pink cheeks stain an even darker shade of damson.

"holy fuck -- i -- sorry, i didn't know i said that out loud -- i didn't mean to --" she scrambles up, shaking her head. you chase her up, tugging on her arms.

"no, no! it's -- i mean -- i didn't mind -- i just --" you swallow, licking at your suddenly dry lips, "did you... did you really mean it?"

"i -- i don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable or anything but..." vi peers at you, almost shy as she twists her fingers in her lap, the blush now spreading down her neck into her chest and back. you bite back a giggle as you pillow your cheek on her shoulder.

"it... it doesn't make me uncomfy, i just... i just wanna know if you meant it."

vi licks her lips, glancing back at you.

"i-if i meant it... would you... would you say yes?"

you chew on the inside of your cheek, your eyes flickering up to meet hers.

a beat of silence passes between you before you smile, slow and indulgent.

"yeah. yeah... i would."

vi's expression breaks into shock, and then unbridled ecstasy. she stares at you, her eyes so wide they almost look like dinner plate, before she's dragging you forward into her lap, kissing you so hard you have to thump your fists against her chest to remind her to let you go.

"i -- sorry -- fuck -- that was -- i -- you -- god i love you so much, you know that?" she asks, cupping your cheeks and pressing her forehead to yours.

you laugh, toppling into her, the pair of you still naked, but the room is bubbling over with warmth.

"yeah, i know. i love you too, vi."

vi laughs, nodding, before she traces both thumbs along your cheeks and tilts your face up towards hers again.

"hey pretty girl... tell me again..."

you let out a shy little giggle, but vi holds you fast. her eyes soft on yours.

"will you marry me?"

you nod, your cheeks still squished between her palms, but your own hands find their way to her wrists as you turn to press a soft kiss to the pad of her hand.

"yes, vi. yes, i will."

[guiiay]

alicent hightower post 2x6. someone check up on the dowager queen please

[jacks347]

I have a feeling that Babe was really nervous about integrating into the pack since they were unempowered and (depending on if you think Angel came before them or not) was the first unempowered mate or was the newest unempowered mate.

So how did they cope with this? By having a notebook full of all the little things they learned about the pack and its mates.

Pages are scattered and random, just scribbled notes whenever they hear something.

For example:

Sweetheart knows...at least two languages. Maybe more. Further testing required. Spanish was expected. Korean was not.

Pretty sure Sam only owns flannels. Definitely sure that it drives Milo crazy.

Darlin used to have a smoking habit. Doesn't like to talk about it. Probably something to do with Quinn. Still coughs like a smoker though. And carries a lighter.

David chews on his lip when he's thinking, bites his nails when nervous. Remember the difference.

Milo owns a cat!! Calls him Aggro, no idea if that's his full name or just a nickname.

Darlin does tricks with their lighter when bored. Stresses David out, thinks they're going to catch a spark on their jacket and light themself on fire. To his credit, I wouldn't be surprised if that did happen.

Angel is the last to fall asleep at sleepovers. How they stay up until 3 AM then wake up at 8 being fully refreshed is worth scientific testing.

Sweetheart makes the most intense eye contact. Probably part of their investigator training but it's a little scary.

Milo judges everyone's outfit whenever they enter the room. Every time. Quick flick up and down. Head tilt if he approves. Eyebrow twitch if he doesn't.

Sam's house has no pictures of him from before the turn?? Is that a normal thing for vampires??

Angel doesn't know how to sit in a chair normally. Shocked they don't break something with some of their positions.

My babe is smart and beautiful an

ASHER STOP MESSING WITH MY NOTEBOOK

[ecstarry]

"The Lap Dance" Mature // 485 words

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. James had never felt as lucky as he did right then and there. He looked around and could see that everyone was cheering, but he was too fucking dizzy and horny to actually make sense of the noise. 

He was in a chair, a little drunk, and with a semi-hard as he watched Regulus slowly approaching him. First, taking off his jacket and throwing it at Barty who whistled and licked the fucking thing. 

Regulus was wearing a shirt, emphasis on was, because he took it off and James’ gaze watched as it fell on the floor. A shirtless Regulus was approaching him, he had never wanted this bad to be sober, he desperately wished to take every single second of this in. 

James made a mental note to thank Peter for winning that beer pong round against Regulus and then to thank Dorcas for suggesting this as the punishment. 

The second the tip of Regulus’ finger touched his chin, James’ cock twitched. In a moment, Regulus wasn’t just touching him, but he was on top of him. He was sitting on his lap, moving his hips, ass entirely resting on top of James’ cock as he danced to a song James was not paying attention to. 

Regulus took James’ hand and pressed it against his bare chest. Regulus threw his head back as he guided James’ palm all over him. 

“Are you enjoying this?” Regulus asked, laughing. 

James had never seen Regulus like this, letting go, enjoying himself. He seemed to be having just as much of a good time as James. 

The only thing James could make sense of in that moment was how fucking amazing Regulus felt under his touch. Regulus leaned in and his hands traveled all the way from James’ back to his ass. James closed his eyes and when he opened them he watched as Regulus held up not only James’ wallet but he had taken out a dollar. 

Regulus put the money in his mouth and grabbed James' chin. He moved close enough for James to take the bill with his teeth. 

“Now place it wherever you want, Jamie,” Regulus whispered in his ear. 

James was a stuttering mess at that point, but he would take advantage of this moment up to the last second. He wrapped his arms around Regulus’ waist and laid him back delicately, with his free hand he slightly opened Regulus’ zipper and placed the bill right there, before zipping it back up. 

Regulus let out a delicious noise, James wanted to get more out of him, he want- 

“Time's up!” Someone screamed and James was ready to commit murder.

Regulus patted James' chin and stood up. “Well, that was fun.”

James carefully stored this memory to relive it over and over again the moment he had some time alone with his hand and his thoughts. 

“Yeah, it really was.” 

[goodluckbabeheffron]

BABEROE & isimo by bleachers

[demaparbat-hp]

Yoi is a babe 🫶

A diva, is what he is.

[misandriste]

BETH BREEN and LENA LUTHOR in SUPERGIRL ⪼ 2x18, “Ace Reporter”

+ bonus gifs inspired by tags from @sideguitars and @theheartspeaksloudest

[tenvishund]

F I S S I O N - Why the hell do you hurt yourself for this?

[fadelbison]

dashboard update: masses take refuge in the superior writing/quality of the omegaverse BL after the disappointing finale of a show by an award winning director

[luckyreds]

a babe for (almost) every episode <3

for @baura-bear

Bonus:

[gentlebeard]

Stede would move mountains just so he can look into Ed's beautiful eyes one more time.

Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol Youtube

[ecstarry]

@jeguluskinktoberr / jealous sex and marking / 884 words / M

“How did you know where I was?” James asked as Regulus grabbed his arm and walked him towards the exit of the bar. 

“Doesn’t matter. Did you drive here?” 

James flashed his keys and Regulus snapped it out of his hand. “You’re unbelievable,” he mumbled.

“Look at you still caring for me.” A grin spread across James’ face.

“Fuck off,” Regulus grunted, opening the car door for James and slamming it. 

“I thought you were on a date.” 

“Put your seatbelt on,” Regulus commanded. 

James wasn’t drunk, he could perfectly drive himself home. But he wanted Regulus, he needed him. He was greedy, didn’t care if they were together or not, he couldn’t bear the thought of anyone close enough to know what Regulus smelled like, what he felt like. He would embarrass himself every single weekend if it meant having Regulus to himself again. Even like this.

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“Are you keeping tabs on me?” Regulus sounded angry, but James couldn’t tell if it was directed at him or at himself. 

“You are the one who knew exactly where I was, Reg.”

Regulus took a deep breath and paused for a moment, he threw his head back and turned to see James. 

“Your seatbelt, James.”

“Look at you actually caring for me.”

Regulus brushed his fingers through his messy hair. “Jamie, dearest, could you please do as I say.” James didn’t care that Regulus was clearly just fucking with him, he longed for his touch. 

“I always loved it when you told me what to do,” he said, trying to match Regulus’ mocking tone.

“I remember.” He removed his hand and James desperately wanted it back. 

Regulus started the car and fixed his gaze on the road, both of his hands on the wheel as if he couldn’t stand to look at James. He didn’t even bother to turn the radio on, their silence was loud enough. 

“Tell me about your date.” Judging by the fact that Regulus bailed to pick him up, it must not have gone well. James wanted Regulus to be happy, he really did, just not with anyone else. 

It wasn’t healthy, taunting each other, both of them doing dumb shit hoping the other will rescue them. They had been taking turns playing damsel in the stress for the past few months and it was James' turn tonight. They knew. 

“He’s shit at giving head.”

“Oh really?” James adjusted himself in his seat and turned and turned to look at Regulus. This was the closest thing to admission he would get, so he had to run with it. 

“Yes.”

“He couldn’t get you off?” That was not what he was actually asking, Regulus knew that too. 

“No.”

James tentatively placed his hand on Regulus’ knee and waited for an objection. Nothing. “Is it building up, baby?”

“Don’t call me that.” Regulus snapped at him but didn’t comment on James’ hand that was slowly moving up. 

James could get drunk just by looking at Regulus, seeing his tight grip on the wheel, the bulge on his pants growing, and feeling the heat of his skin even through jeans. He was so entranced by it he didn’t notice the moment they stopped moving. 

They were already in front of James’ home. Regulus remained silent as he got out of the car, James followed him with his gaze, before he could even open his own door Regulus was there doing it for him. After all this time, he always did. 

They stood there in front of each other, Regulus couldn’t meet his eye, his gaze fixed on James’ lips. He never asked, he didn’t have to, James would give himself to Regulus every time, willingly, devotedly. 

James lifted his hand to finally touch Regulus, his thumb gently brushing Regulus’ cheek. “Did you let him kiss you?” Anger and hurt tinged his tone. 

“You know I didn’t.”

“I can’t keep doing this.” It was true, it was wrong, it was hurting them both. But he couldn’t stop himself, he wrapped his arm around Regulus’ waist and pulled him closer. 

“I'll leave then.” 

“Don’t you fucking dare, Regulus.” 

It all happened in a blur, their bodies pressed against the car, lips clashing and tongues asking for more. James’ hands traced the familiar path from Regulus’ waist to his zipper, he revealed on the sounds that the first touch always got out of Regulus. 

His cock twitched as Regulus' teeth attached to his neck, then his shoulder. He was marking him, a reminder they both allowed. No one could have them like this. Bite marks, love marks, they all looked the same when they were done by Regulus. And James? He loved to bruise, to hold him down so fucking tight that pretty purples adorned Regulus’ skin. 

Their bodies asked for more and more, James’ hands wanted to touch, to claim. Instinctively, they found their way from the car, to the door, to a wall and to a bed, their bed. 

He undressed Regulus, kissed every inch of him. James’ favorite part was when everything shifted, when they were naked, sweaty, pleading for more. Their desire so inmense they could no longer pretend they didn’t want this. 

They were two starving men, greedy and craving something that only the other could give.

[jessica-read]

I think I deserve it 🤗🙏👗👠🌸🎀❤️