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Is someone gonna match my freak?
#girlblogging#southern goth aesthetic#americana#religion#religious art#im rotting#rot girl summer#pink aesthetic#pink#ceramics#pinterest#match my freak#match my nasty#human connection pls#coquette#ultraviolence#coquette americana#girl interrupted#lana del rey#lizzy grant#murder drones#girlhood#daddy's good girl#just girly things#religious trauma
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#tinashe#polar express#match my freak#match my nasty#concert#tonight#raveena#music#indie#independent artists#black belt
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at the end of the day, andrew and neil were just two people who matched each other’s freak and i think that’s beautiful
#andrew when he said that doesn’t mean i wouldn’t blow you:#i’ve been a nasty girl#is somebody gonna match my freak#aftg#neil josten#andrew minyard#tfc#the foxes#andreil#sorry if this has been done before#i literally haven’t posted in 4 years💀#just thought of this during my lunch break and had to get it off my chest yk
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joel miller x fem!reader
summary: jackson had made joel soft, and while you delighted in the domesticity of it all, some small, shameful part of you missed how hard he fucked you when the world was ending.
warnings: smut, piv, rough (but consensual) sex, choking, face slapping, daddy kink, dom!joel, name calling, unedited (i'm sorry), you are responsible for the media that you consume.
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joel miller’s rough, calloused hands only softened as he spent more time in jackson. his shoulders began to relax, losing the tension of years spent on the road. habits of checking his six and his hand hovering over the strap of his rifle had been broken. joel miller, for better or worse, had become soft, and you loved it.
you loved the way he stroked your face gently while gazing at you. his brows no longer furrowed and angry, only easy. your heart warmed when he came home tired and achy from patrol, but not exhausted from trying to survive. you loved this part of him, you truly did… but some small, shameful part of you missed his roughness.
the rough, fast fucks that the two of you had to squeeze in here and there, his hard demeaner and hoarse voice. you missed the way he would fiercely bite hickies into your neck. you missed the way he ‘used you’; longed for it even. but it felt wrong to miss it, to take for granted the happiness that jackson brought you.
you watched joel now, sipping on his drink across the bar, chatting with one of tommy’s friends. his eyes met yours, asking a silent question. want me to take you home? you downed the rest of your drink in answer, striding across the bar and looping an arm through his, fingers resting on his strong bicep.
“gonna take the lady home,” joel excused himself, “nice talking to you.” the man nodded and raised his glass. you waved before turning towards your man.
“you enjoying yourself, darlin’?”
“never been better,” you replied honestly, laying your head against his shoulder, and hugging his arm tighter.
the walk home felt too long, your blood thrumming with need the closer you got to the house. your mind began to wonder, daydreaming of thoughts of joel fucking you rough from behind, smushing your face down into the mattress and whispering nasty words into your ear.
“you alright, sweet thing?”
“huh? oh, yes i’m good.” his words had brought you out of your daze, making you realize you stood in front of the door to your home. he opened the door for you, following you in. as the two of you got ready for bed, doing your respective nightly routines, you couldn’t help but let your mind wander back to your fantasies.
fantasies of his thick hands around your throat, hips snapping against yours. your panties seemed to dampen. you looked at yourself in the mirror, trying to find the confidence to ask joel to fulfill those particular fantasies. you tiptoed into the bedroom, finding joel lying on his back, arm draped lazily over his eyes. he wore only his boxers, showing off his broad shoulders and hair that trailed down his tummy.
“joel?” you whispered, standing awkwardly in the doorway. he sat up, sensing your apprehension.
“what’s wrong, darlin’?” you opened your mouth and closed it a few times, not sure how to say that yes, you loved the sex you were having now, but you missed how hard he fucked you when the world was ending. “c’mon, spit it out.”
“i miss having rough sex with you, joel.” a weight lifted off your chest at the confession.
“that’s all? well you could’ve just said that, sweetheart. no use in gettin’ all worked up over nothin’.” he motioned for you to join him on the bed and raised a frisky eyebrow. “i’d fuck you into next week if you wanted me to.”
you chuckled at his playfulness before looking at him again, earnestness in your eyes. “that’s not all i want, joel… i-i want you to hit me.”
he cleared his throat and leaned back an inch. he was taken by surprise, and rightfully so. while the two of you had dabbled in choking and spanking, the thought of hitting you - hurting you had never crossed his mind.
“oh,” was all he muttered.
“i understand if you don't want to,” you began to babble before he shushed you.
“it’s not that i don’t want to… i just want you to be completely sure that this is what you want. i would never want to hurt you, darlin’.” he brushed a stray hair from your face before kissing you tenderly. you welcomed the kiss by grabbing his curls and pulling him as close as he could possibly get.
“you could never hurt me, joel.” he groaned at your words before laying you down and caging you in with his arms. you could feel him harden against your core. his kisses became feverish, tongue diving into your mouth to taste your wet heat. you pulled away, looking into his soft, brown eyes. “i want this, joel, more than anything. i want you to use me.”
joel’s eyes immediately darkened, reminded of the ways he used to fuck you when you two were on the run. the way you used to scream his name and beg for his mercy in bed. he looked at you now, ready to take him fully, eyes wide and pussy wet.
“stop me if it hurts.” it was all he said before he tore your panties off. he scrambled to push his boxers down, fiending for a release. he grabbed his cock, sliding his head through your wetness, spreading your juices all over his cock.
“you don’t even need any prep, huh? all wet and ready for daddy?” you nodded fiercely, praying that joel would push into you any second. you whined as he kept playing with your pussy. “so needy, huh sweetheart? daddy’s not gonna go any quicker unless you ask nicely.”
the head of his thick cock brushed swiftly over your aching clit, making you jump. you threw your head back, relishing in the anticipation, the tension, the buzzing need to have joel’s cock inside of you and his coarse hands controlling you.
“please joel, please,” you panted, hands running down his chest, fingers scratching him slightly, “i need you to fuck me, baby.”
“well since you’re bein’ such a good girl for me i suppose we can make that happen.” he pushed into you in one fell swoop, his thick, hard girth pressing into your wet cunt. your moan that was released from you was obscene and absurdly loud. joel set a fast pace, giving your body no time to adjust to his size. the burn of him stretching you out mixed with the pleasure of his head hitting your g-spot filled your vision with stars.
your moans invigorated him, his hands grabbing at your full tits and squeezing them before leaning down and nipping at them. his mouth sucked at the skin of your tits, biting and marking them as his own. his hands left the warm skin of your tits, making you mewl at the loss of contact, only for joel’s hands to find your calves, and folding you in half. your legs resting on his shoulders, his cock plunging deeper inside of you. your whines and joel’s respective grunts filled the room along with the intense, lewd slapping of his balls against your backside.
“j-joel!” you sputtered out. his eyes darkened and you knew it was coming - your pussy clenched at the thought.
joel raised his hand over the two of you and brought it down, slapping you across your face. the sting reverberated through your bones and the pleasure traveled all the way to your cunt that was squelching around his cock. his hand, now wrapping around your throat, brought you close to his face. your lips were ghosting his, his breath dancing upon yours. there were tears of pleasure in your eyes.
“that’s not my fuckin’ name,” he gritted out, still fucking you at his rapid pace. you realized what game he was playing.
“i’m sorry, daddy. i’ll be good, i promise,” you pleaded. a small smirk found joel’s face; he was satisfied with your reply. he pounded into you, chasing his release. you could focus on nothing but the delicious feel of his cock thrusting into you, and the crazed look in his eyes that you missed so fondly. he began to thrust rapidly, desperate to fill you up with his seed.
“yeah thats right, baby, clenching around daddy’s cock like the whore you are,” he spat. you let out an involuntary moan at his harsh words, pussy gushing.
his hips stuttered, releasing his hot cum into you. he grunted in relief, hand that was squeezed around your neck releasing and petting your face gently. his softness had returned. you felt his cock pull out of you, causing a groan to leave your mouth.
“is that what you wanted, darlin’?”
“that was perfect, joel, thank you.”
joel smiled, lifting off of you to fetch you a glass of water and a new pair of panties for bed.
#i've been a nasty girl#is somebody gonna match my freak#this was entirely self indulgent#joel miller#joel miller fic#joel miller smut#joel miller x reader#tlou#the last of us#fanfic#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal smut#joel miller x female reader#tlou fic#tlou2#the last of us 2#ellie williams#joel tlou#smut#fanfiction#oneshot#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal x you#joel miller x you#tlou x reader#tlou hbo#the last of us hbo#the last of us fic
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life's a bitch hair
an anon a while ago suggested making maxis match recreations of alpha hair, so here is another one. this is based on s-club's "life's a beach" hair.
it's not an exact replica, but i like how it looks! no hat chops :(
base game compatible
m&f - teen thru elder
enabled for random
custom cas thumbnail
download (simfileshare) | download (patreon - free)
#ts4mm#ts4cc#ts4 maxis match#ts4 custom content#the sims 4#the sims 4 custom content#the sims 4 maxis match#maxis match hair#ts4 mm hair#ts4 hair cc#ts4 hair#request#my cc#mcas#fcas#mhair#fhair#wow tumblr finally allowed me to upload the image directly#no nasty patreon link underneath of it ergh
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a good lil massage never hurt nobody~ (wip)
#moze#jiaoqiu#hsr moze#hsr jiaoqiu#honkai star rail#hsr#hsr fanart#fanart#art#art wip#match my freak#freaky#nasty nasty#freak nasty#mozeqiu#jiaoze
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CW SUGGESTIVE (& freaky) ‼️ HEED THE WARNING
mostly crops for now, sorry yall 💔
these are from some indulgent drawings of house and the ducklings
thank you @itooaminthisepisode for your absolute amazing fic (‘look at those puppy dog eyes’) for the reference for these ❤️
and thank you @wilson-is-a-slut for the wonderful “lick leg” post which inspired this one :3
#cw suggestive#suggestive#please forgive me for showcasing my freak on main#and my heart goes out to those who can match said freak ❤️#hilson#house md#house md fanart#gregory house#gregory house fanart#eric foreman#eric foreman fanart#james wilson#james wilson fanart#freak nasty
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#buffy meme#buffy summers#buffy the vampire slayer#buffy#btvs meme#btvs#xander harris#anya and xander#xander and anya#is somebody gonna match my freak#i been a nasty girl
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Okay, cod musical thoughts (not musical au, but an actual mw2 ‘22 musical lmao)
I remember seeing/reading a quote about musical theater one time where it said something to the effect “characters on stage sing when the emotion gets too much to just speak” and just. The themes you can work with just from that alone.
The first time the audience is introduced to ghost, it’s everyone else talking/singing about him. Rumors flying, wildly exaggerated stories, the works. There’s almost this wild, frenetic energy in the characters as they stage-whisper like he’s going to appear out of nowhere.
But as soon as he does show up on stage, all music cuts. No singing. No instruments. Dead silence.
Until Soap appears. Then it’s all brash, upbeat tempo and overwhelming music. Which clearly is at odds with ghost’s whole thing.
And the no music/no singing rule extends through most of the numbers. Ghost never engages with the music, diagetically or non diagetically. He’s entirely separate from that entire world. He’s keeping himself emotionally distant from that entire world.
At least, up until the act 1 finale and the graves betrayal.
Act 2 starts with just soap, not even singing. Until ghost makes contact and they start their banter. And the audience doesnt really notice until partway through that there’s another voice. It’s quiet, and almost impossible to hear, but it’s there. Ghost is singing harmony. He’s reaching out for the very first time.
It culminates in their meeting at the church where the two of them sing a duet (and, in my head, singing each other’s leitmotifs because I’m a ghoap girlie first and a human second).
Ghost’s only solo is that moment on top of the building in Chicago. Time stops, and it’s just him and the audience. And he bares his fucking *soul* to them. The walls are gone. Emotion is overflowing.
He takes the shot and the music cuts. Silence.
���Perfect shot, lt.”
It swells back.
“You called it sergeant.”
#ghostsoap#soapghost#call of duty modern warfare#cod mwii#cod mw2#I have thoughts and emotions and feelings about this#I apologize for the rambling I’m half asleep and lacking caffeine but I needed to get this out of my brain#I have more ideas for the price and gaz half of the story#as well as Alejandro and Rudy and Valeria#god the confrontation with Valeria acting like a sparring match#MMMMMM so many ideas#Activision please make cod a musical and let ghoap fuck nasty#I know you want to
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"likes being known as a gadfly or curmudgeon" can somebody match his freak already
#is somebody gonna match my freak#is somebody gonna match my nasty#i have no mouth and i must scream#ihnmaims#harlan ellison#a boy and his dog#love aint nothing but sex misspelled#repent harlequin
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Based off of @ghouljams fae au that is like worms in my brain
#I love that nasty boy#My art#Konig cod#modern warfare 2#cod#cod mw2#konig mw2#konig call of duty#cod konig#need to clarify the background is a pic i found then i put a filter over it to kinda match my art style
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maybe i should write my own steve harrington/steddie fics if i truly want to see a change in the world we live in
#stranger things#steve harrington#joe keery#fanfic#oneshot#stranger things 5#steddie#eddie munson#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#stop misinformation#stop mischaracterization#yeah im normal#yeah im fine#im hyperfixating again#pls somebody learn to understand characters#somebody sedate me#is somebody gonna match my freak#is somebody gonna match my nasty?
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Is somebody gonna match her freak 😞
#this was inspired by that one ep where they have to do the dares and she dares herself to get the poison ivy spa treatment#like she’s so silly I love it#I’m rewatching island and it was so good#the vibes are unmatched#total drama#total drama island#td izzy#izzy td#total drama izzy#izzy total drama#is somebody gonna match my freak#is somebody gonna match my nasty?#that song is so catchy#tinashe
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