#p: alex

[boingdeguayava]

"Esa lechuza lleva un rato viéndote... ¿Seguro que no es tuya?" Aludió al ave que mantenía la mirada sobre Albus (o quizá era sobre ella y no se percataba). No creía reconocerla de algún lugar. "Aunque tal vez tenga un plan malvado y piensa atacar... Es una broma, no te preocupes" aclaró lo último rápidamente, dejando una gentil sonrisa surcar sus labios.

— para @heartsxtopper

[versatancore]

*charles just passing by*

pierre : i'm not gay but damn.

lewis : it's not gay to compliment another man bro it's okay.

max : to be honest, i'd fuck him.

george : see now? that's gay.

[llisi]

Stardew Valley Bachelors (Female Farmer) NSFW twt links

NSFW TWITTER/X LINKS UNDER!! MINORS GO AWAY

Sam

- After you two started dating Sam has been sneaking you into his room more often and quietly doing some inappropriate touching

- Sam loves your boobs. He has to be touching, squeezing or sucking them to be happy!

- When Sam’s playing a video game with Sebastian you suck his cock to see how quiet he can be while hes on call

Harvey

- It was a slow day in the office so you decided to “help” out Dr. Harvey in the backroom

- Due to the lack of condoms in pelican town, you suggest a position where it wouldn’t go in

- For your honeymoon you two decided to stay on the farm

Shane

- When Jas and Marnie aren’t home Shane uses you as he pleases

- After a few drinks from the saloon he goes home and he sees you laying down, he just cant help himself from fingering you

- Shane bullying his fat cock inside you

Sebastian

- When Sebastian finds out that you’re texting a old friend from the city he gets a little jealous and thinks of ways to get you to put your phone down

- Fucks you while you’re cosplaying as his favorite character

- Sebastian takes videos of you two fucking and rewatches them whenever he wants to jerk off

Alex

- You finally convinced Alex to let you tie him up. Of course you’re going to overstimulate him!

- You’re helping Alex study in the library but he suggests that you two should meet up in the bathroom instead

- Alex knows you’re super busy but he misses you so he fucks his toy imagining it was you

Elliot

- Elliot loves watching you prep yourself for him before he puts it in

- A regular sunday morning for you two

- Elliot loves to play with your pussy as he watches you squirm around

Female farmer x Bachelors | Female farmer x Bachelorettes | Male farmer x Bachelors (coming soon!)

[lxvvie]

Simps 'R Us, Between the Sheets edition: Your faves and the wholesome and funny things you two get up to in bed, part I.

Capt. John Price - When he's half asleep and about to snore loud enough to wake the dead (Price vehemently denies this), you like to have random conversations with him because you know questions you ask will do one of two things: elicit a nonsensical answer from the Cap'n or... wake him up from his sleep altogether.

Gaz - Is curling up into himself because you're the big spoon, you're running your hands over his body because he's highkey lowkey ticklish, and your face is buried in his neck because... he's highkey lowkey ticklish. "Darling, please—" Gaz manages to gasp out between... wait, are you giggling, Garrick?

Soap - Your darling golden retriever chaotic good boyfriend loves... to sleep naked. You're not complaining, though, especially because he loves it when you lay on him. You've made a home for yourself between his thighs; his stomach is your pillow, and he usually has a hand rubbing your head. Helps him to relax, y'know, bonnie? And whenever you don't lay on him, it's an affront to Johnny's... everything. His heart is broken. His soul is crushed. You're too far away from him (even though you're still right under him). How could you do this to him? He can't live like this. No other stud muffin can offer you what he can, beautiful. But no really, bonnie, he needs you on top of him like... yesterday.

Ghost - You really like his body. Like... really like his body. You blow raspberries on his stomach, you smack his ass, you talk about his eyelashes—scratch that, you love his body. To you, every scar tells a story, and you've asked him plenty of times to talk about them. And then you did the unthinkable that had Simon wanting to disappear into the fucking blankets—"Si-bear, I didn't know you had a mole on your inner thigh!" Bloody fucking hell, he'll never hear the end of this. And then you kissed it and Ghost's face had never felt so bloody hot before. Christ, you'll be the death of him, sweetheart.

Roach - Nothing but the most sickeningly saccharine stuff to ever stuff happens with Roach. A poke-fest, a kiss-fest, a tickle-fest, you name it, it happens. Roach loves to sleep with his face buried in your chest and arms wound tight around you. Always. You rubbing his head soothes him to sleep as well.

Alex - You're also the big spoon here, too. You're busy talking about conspiracy theories you believe the government is/was involved in and Alex is entertaining you ("That so, Boss?"). In actuality, his eyes are comically wide because the truth is oftentimes stranger than fiction and you may or may not be walking a little heavy there, Boss.

Alejandro - Is the big spoon to your little spoon in bed no matter what you're doing. Loves to intertwine your legs together, too. Alejo murmurs how much he loves you in your ear and kisses the top of your head before telling you good night.

Rudy - Sometimes when he's asleep, you'll whisper "Rodolfo" in his ear which causes Rudy to shoot up, eyes comically wide because the only time someone calls him by his full government name is when he gets into shit but it wasn't him this time, it was that idiot Alvarez— "Didn't get to tell you good night and I love you, Rudy, so... good night and I love you, Rudy." Oh. Oh. Ha. Real funny.

Farah - A cuddle bunny through and through. She loves laying up under you, her head resting on your shoulder or under your chin, or her face in the crook of your neck. She wants to hear you as you sleep. She wants to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest or the resonances as you speak. Farah simply can't get enough of you.

Keegan - It's really you teasing him because Keegan isn't one to really get flustered or deviate from his infamously neutral expression. Much. Until you came along. You two are relaxing in bed and you're the one randomly calling out, "Hey, Kee-Kee," to which Keegan makes the most surprised and disgusted face in response and you're wheezing.

[chocodile]

Worldbuilding time! Let's talk about vehicular travel in modern day Amaranthine, using the snowmobiles from this recent comic as a jumping off point.

"Prowler" - Ironfrost patrol snowmobile - (year of manufacture: 1912)

These half-track all terrain vehicles are used by Ironfrost soldiers to travel long distances over the tundra. Originally adapted from older, four-wheeled automobiles, the half-track Prowler design became increasingly standardized over the years as eternal winter continued to creep southward. They are capable of operating in a wide variety of terrain conditions and are fairly modular. Common mods include removable skis, hardtop and softtop roofs, gun mounts, and towing attachments.

Like all vehicles, Prowlers are steam-powered. The external combustion engine runs on kerosene. In snowy conditions, feedwater can be obtained automatically through a scraper port on the underside of the vehicle, though manual feeding is required in muddy or dry conditions.

Though not as fast, reliable, or efficient as trains, their agile nature have made them an essential part of life in the far north… and, increasingly, in the middle country as well. The Rising Dawn have stolen several Prowlers for their own usage.

"Aspire" - Classic automobile (year of manufacture: 1890)

Four-wheeled vehicles are an unusual sight in the modern day. Ironfrost-made cars were in vogue among the southern rim upper class for many years, but the worsening climate has made them more and more niche as road conditions outside of major cities deteriorate. The majority of higher horsepower automobiles were converted directly into half tracks, while older, lower-end vehicles were generally scrapped for parts.

The Aspire was the last four-wheeled vehicle widely available to the public. Advertised as a stylish, powerful, modern vehicle for the elite on the go, it boasted a sleek, classy aesthetic, a removable softtop roof, and a powerful steam engine with a large kerosene tank suitable for travel between cities. Preorders were advertised to southern rim wealthy in local papers. However, a series of unusually bad winters soon after its debut scared off buyers, shutting down production early and ultimately spelling doom for the entire four-wheeled automobile industry.

One of those Aspire preorders went to Baroness Jocosa North. Though she has since passed away, her son, Theopolis North, still maintains the now wildly impractical car in near mint condition. It is almost never seen outside of its garage.

"'Icebreaker' Class E 250" - Northern cross-country train (year of manufacture: 1903)

The majority of modern-day overland travel is accomplished via train. Massive long-distance rail lines, laid before the world became quite so cold, connect the remaining cities, allowing (relatively) safe travel and trade across vast expanses of tundra.

Southerly locomotives typically operate with only a basic wedge plow attachment. However, trains that run further north must be fitted with gigantic rotary snowplows. These complex machines require significant maintenance. Though they can and will chew up most things that get in the train's way, encounters with particularly large and bony beasts have been known to jam them.

Ironfrost's line terminates in a massive, sprawling rail yard where Icebreakers are fitted and maintained. Those who have visited it tell of a dark, dreary wasteland of twisted scrap metal and ice where coal dust and smoke have turned both the sky and ground black. All northern trains must pass through that place eventually.

"Chariot of the Dawn" - One-of-a-kind luxury automobile (year of manufacture: 1920)

The only place where four-wheeled automobiles still thrive is the City of the Sun. The eternal summers and paved roads are well-suited to cars and trolleys, though they are, of course, still something of a luxury good. Licenses for ownership and operation are ultimately controlled by the church, with His Radiance having the final say. (His most devout followers, of course, tend to get preferential treatment here.)

The City of the Sun manufactures its own vehicles, adapted from Ironfrost designs in a sort of divergent evolution. Freed from the road and weather concerns of the outside world, their automobiles favor sleek, swoopy body shapes, ornamental trim, low-slung bodies with limited ground clearance, and pastel paintjobs. Additionally, the engines are far less powerful and far more finicky, requiring regular maintenance.

His Radiance himself owns several custom automobiles, all of which are egregiously bedazzled to a degree that would look grotesque to anyone who wasn't used to it. Some are open-top, allowing his loyal followers an audience with his beautiful face and glittering halo, while others feature tinted windows. You know, in case he wants subtlety.

[4ever-feral]

UGH SIGH i need a older man to yearn for me like Rupert does for taggie. WHEN IS IT MY TURN?? 😩

[gothghostiie]

thinking about being bent over the the bathroom sink right after finishing your makeup before you have to leave for work, getting your empty little brain fucked out while he tells you that you don't need to work, all you need to do is take his cock!!! :(

[drama-glob]

Alex Brightman demon bleps. ^_^<3<3<3

[will41n]

yoel the design is a placeholder i wanted to draw joel but couldnt draw him naked ... or couldnt i??

[ofwulf]

He supposes it's a harmless enough escapism. Books and movies and games about fantasy worlds. Fictional places where nothing is real and the wondrous could happen and you can be anything you want to be. Doug, however - is a very solidly grounded realist. No matter what route of escapism you try to take - the real world is always waiting for your movie to end, for you to turn the last page in the book, for there to be a 'game over'.

"When it comes to non fiction - run... Running is always a good option."

He'd like to say there's no such thing as magic. But there is. That there are no such things as creatures. But there are.

And the best advice he can give to anyone is exactly that - run... Run as far ans as fast as you can...

"Unless you Do come across a spook in there. Then maybe you'll be perceptive enough to talk to them... Get a glimpse of the great beyond. Ask them if dogs go to heaven... it's always been one of the big questions, huh?"

Alex tapped his fingers against the cup. He gave a small nod of his head, he respected the other's way of avoiding the question. "Deep way of looking at it. I suppose if they exist, they exist. Yeah." Right now, Alex was starting to believe that anything could be out there. Maybe he just needed to open his mind to it all.

"Yeah, yeah. That's the guy. Hank McCoy," he replied. "Tall blue eyed guy in the movies."

"Yeah, like roleplaying essentially. It's telling a story with friends, getting into role. I hold it at the comic store," he told him. "In reality? Freeze or run. In a game, use my perception to try and figure out what they want. And in a fiction world, I can use spells to talk to any creature."

[firstprinced]

Alex Claremont-Diaz, the charismatic son of Ellen Claremont.

[lxvvie]

It's the little things, Part I:

It's the way Price blushes as you cover his face in kisses. He's seen and done it all, stared down the barrel of a gun more times than he can count, but nothing will ever quite throw the Cap'n off his game more than the way you show and tell him that you love him and that he's damn good at what he does.

It's the way Gaz exhales and feels all the stress leave his body. His head rests comfortably on your lap and your fingers ghost over the wrinkles on his forehead. He was only away for only a week and a half but it felt like an eternity. Gaz leaves the work behind in your embrace, closes his eyes, and it's the best damn nap he's had in a while.

It's the way Soap whines and leans into your touch as your nails work shampoo and miracles on his scalp. Oh. That's new. You do it again. Same response. You tease him about it later much to his chagrin but it's just one of many things that endear him to you. And amuses Simon if your text messages are any indication.

It's the way Ghost is trying not to laugh when you blow raspberries on his stomach. Apparently, you made it your life's mission to get a reaction out of him every time you did it, and when you finally succeeded—he said it was a cough but that's bullshit—your eyes lit up and it was the cutest fucking thing to him. Victory looks good on you, sweetheart.

It's the way Alex relaxes and his eyes flutter close when you kiss the side of his mouth. It's the way he softly murmurs, "Boss...", you murmur, "Babe..." in response, he groans in faux exasperation, and you thank whoever heard your prayers that he's safe in your arms again.

It's the way Alejandro lets his guard down and silently brings you into a hug. His face is buried in the crook of your neck and your arms squeeze him back as tightly as you can. It's one of those moments where you can feel the weight he carries in the tension in his body but it's also a reminder that just as he watches over his men, you'll always watch over him.

It's the way Rudy leaves you speechless as he tilts his head ever so slightly as he listens to you talk, and when you realize what's happening, he laughs heartily and it's your turn to be flustered. What would you do without him?

It's the way Farah leans her head on your shoulder, respite from the burden of leadership. It's the way you lean your head against hers and she feels safe all over again.

It's the way Keegan looks at you, intentional in everything he wants to convey without uttering a word. Still waters run deep, and you'd be a fool to ever doubt the things he feels for you.

It's the way Roach smiles, wide, goofy, and boyish, things he can be when he's with you. It's the crinkle around his eyes reassuring you, and it's as if your worries and fears have dissipated into nothingness.

[rubbish78]

former Panic! at the Disco members Ryan Ross & Dallon Weekes performing 'Do The Panic ' together with Phantom Planet on Feb 1, 2025 (x)

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even Ryan looks shook

[extrahorribledynne]

honestly who could even want a season 3 this is literally 'the everything else' of gravity falls. i'm not left wanting. i'm feasting on everything from the book of bill and thisisnotawebsite. the only thing i want is to rewatch the entire show again

like it leaves it in 'our' (the readers) hands. what do YOU see in ciphers corpse? is it the end? is it only the beginning? we were invited to participate both in the book (literally, with it making asks to write this, put your hand here, etc) and the website code hunt. its up to you. here are the pieces of everything after the end. have fun.

[lianasauruss]

It's been 11 years since Call of Duty: Ghosts was released. 💀

[gothghostiie]

thinking about any of the cod men making use of your sickly, feverish state while you have a cold. pinning you to the bed under his big frame, legs carefully laid over his shoulders while bullying his cock into your hole :( fat, swollen tip rubbing against your heat while you whimper and writhe slightly, cold sweat beading on your forehead. "shh.. just take this for me, yea?" he coos, feeling your hot forehead with the back of his hand. he chuckles, making a stupid joke, something about you being in heat, before starting to fuck into you. your whines are more pathetic than usual, everything feels so much more intense, his cock feels like its splitting you open:( yet all you can do is lay there and take it, orgasms being ripped from your weak body until you're barely able to stay awake :(