#second ride

[fieriframes]

[Second ride was in a horse carriage.]

[hansoeii]

the doctor on their way to steal your heart

[lefthandarm-man]

COUNTDOWN TO STEVE'S 106TH BIRTHDAY posting my favorite steve things to celebrate

day 1: his fighting style includes flipping around and being dramatic and destroying motorcycles for no reason

[sagihairius]

the funniest part of the leverage pilot is that Parker and Hardison have guns for like 30 seconds. We see them get confiscated by Nate then, I'm assuming, the police. Then they never have guns again. Those two took one look at Eliot and went "yeah we don't need 'em anymore, Ponytail's got this." It's possible it's just one of those pilot vs rest of series character changes or something something trusting this stranger so much that they immediately shift how they protect themselves something something respecting how much he hates guns something something it's love at first con, your honor.

[zepskies]

More of This

Pairing: Russell Shaw x F. Reader

Summary: Welcoming Russell home, where he belongs.  

AN: Here it is - bonus drabble time!~ This can be a stand-alone, but it’s really a snippet missing from Lost Time in the Every Second Counts-verse. Using the GIF above from 2x02 specifically for the hair flip. It did things to me... 😮‍💨 (But there are NO spoilers for 2x02).

Shoutout to @impala-dreamer who helped inspire this in our @jacklesversebingo chat. 😂

Word Count: 900

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Smut and feels, small tinge of angst. Russell's hair. Tattoos. Everything really.

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“Welcome home,” you whispered into his mouth.

All Russell could offer was a breathless sound, caught somewhere between an agreement and a groan of pleasure. He was being treated to a feast of the eyes as you rode him slow in the comfort and safety of your bed.

Your lips didn’t quite manage to connect with his in a kiss, with heavy breaths in between and a deliberate roll of your hips against his. He’d been letting you control the pace of him sheathing home with your every drawn-out thrust.

He was enjoying the show—your hair wild, your pupils blown wide with arousal, being able to palm at your breasts and tease your hardened nipples, kissing your flushed, dewy skin.

But you could feel him getting desperate. His hands moved down your body over soft curves, just for his fingers to squeeze into the flesh of your hips and ass, trying to ground himself in you. His eyes shut and his head fell back into the pillow. You bent down and fastened your lips to his neck, kissing and sucking hard there. He slid a hand up your back and buried it in your hair.

“Takin’ me so well, baby,” he said, his voice deep and rough, and a bit strained. “But you’re torturing me a little bit.”

You giggled breathlessly into his neck. Your tone was playful and coy when you replied, “What do you mean?”

You made a show of raising your hips, letting his hard length slide out of your wet heat all the way to the tip, before you slowly sunk back down. You shifted your hips along the way, until the thick head of him was nestled deep and pressing against your cervix. You both panted for breath. Even your arms were shaking while holding yourself above him.

“Yeah, think you’re trying to kill me,” Russell uttered. “Suppose there’s worse ways to go…”

“Fuck,” you muttered, releasing into a moan. The languid drag of his cock against your inner walls was good, but nowhere near enough at this point.

Maybe you were done teasing him, as well as yourself. Maybe you were done punishing him for taking one contract job after another, taking so long to get back, and making you worry about him and his safety. Your lips made their way back to his cheek, laying a sweeter kiss there.

“Okay.” You smiled against his skin. “How about you fuck me like it’s been three months, not three weeks. I wanna feel you come hot inside me—”

Russell wouldn’t even wait for you to finish the dirty whispers already setting his blood alight. His tattooed arm wrapped around your back and pulled you flush against his chest. He manhandled you seemingly without much effort, twisting you onto your back and having you laid out underneath him.

You let out a huff as your back met the mattress and made the springs squeak. Your head barely made it onto the pillow where his head had been, but your boyfriend wasted little time in grabbing your thighs and angling you just right, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. (You didn’t need any encouragement.) He took you hard and deep, making sure he hit that sensitive spot inside you with every thrust.

You gasped and clung to his broad shoulders.

“Right there, sweetheart?” he said near your ear. His voice was rich and gravel. A shiver ran through your body, goaded along with every other sensation he was drawing out of you. You couldn’t even speak. Just a nod and a broken, desperate whimper. Your teeth sunk into your lower lip.

You were holding on for the rest of the ride. If nothing else, Russell had precision, and he was a master of his craft. And that was whatever he set his mind to.

His hand slipped between your bodies for a moment, his fingers searching, and finding, then massaging your swollen clit between thrusts. You cried out in his ear and damn near choked on your own breath, your nails biting into his shoulders. It didn’t take much longer for that tightening coil in your core to finally snap, your inner walls throbbing around his cock.

A curse and a ragged groan fell from his lips as his body locked up on him as well. You felt his body stiffen and the warmth of his release deep inside you. The sensation elicited another shiver down your spine.

You were on birth control, but it still made you feel a bit wild sometimes, whenever he came inside you. You relaxed underneath him with your knees bent, your thighs a soft cradle for his hips.

Russell kept himself upright with his forearms resting on either side of your head. His long hair had slid forward, the brown silky strands tickling your forehead as his panting breaths mingled with yours.

You attempted to brush some of his hair back behind his ears, but it fell forward again, tickling your nose. Russell allowed it on purpose, making you laugh lightly. He grinned in response, but he lowered further to capture your lips in a kiss. He didn’t mind this one being nice and slow.

Even when he parted from you, you still craved more of him. More of this.

You slipped a hand over his bearded cheek, an affectionate caress. A softer smile drew across his lips. He rested his forehead against yours, and he chuckled a little.

“It’s damn good to be home.”

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[somerandomcockroach]

SNOW BOTS ARE BACK BABE, IF IT WILL BE LIKE THAT EVERY YEAR I MIGHT DIE ONE DAY OF HAPPINESS WHEEEZE (I mean, drawing them like that is so much faster, plus colors, plus snow, plus they all are alive, COME ON IT'S A DREAM) Go smooch @keferon and everyone who makes "everyone is happy" content wheeeeeze

[bytebun]

found family coworkers (definition multiple) of all time [image description under cut]

Comic 1:

First panel, Ingo and Akari are standing together. Someone off-screen asks “oh, is that your dad?”. Akari has an awkward smile and replies “oh, no no. he’s my...” There’s a long pause as she looks at Ingo. He’s leaving it up to her. She finishes, “He’s my coworker... friend... guy.” In smaller font, she continues “yea. that.” Comic 2: A dramatic panel of Volo, looking pissed off, shouting “who are you to interfere?!!” Ingo tugs the brim of his cap lower. The upper half of his face is in shadow, while his eyes stand out. He looks threatening but has his expression is his characteristic neutral-frown, and he says “...I’m her coworker friend guy.”. In the final panel, Machoke is throwing an incredible amount of punches, a reference to Star Platinum from Jojo. Ingo is pointing with one hand, his battle pose. The background text reads, “What does that even mean??” Volo is experiencing off-screen violence.

Comic 3: The comic is titled “Reunion”. In the first panel, Ingo shows off Akari, with a faint smile on his face. She is labelled “best girl (assigned by god)”. He says, “Emmet, this is Akari, my coworker. She’s the reason I was able to return to this station.” In smaller font, Akari comments to herself, “ooh... so this is the man in white.”

In the second panel, in smaller font Ingo notes “I think I remember now...” He says, “Akari, this is Emmet. He's also my coworker.” Coworker is underlined. Emmet is crying in the background, looking confused, conflicted, distressed, and happy. He says, “Brother...?” In the final panel, we see a framed photograph of all three together. Underneath are the words, Employee of the Month. Akari is dressed as a depot agent, and she and Ingo pose with peace signs. Emmet is red faced from crying, but he’s smiling widely. He looks happy.

[parasolyaa]

my take on talia is that she is as unhinged as mischa. look, all we know about her is that:

• she and mischa were, quote, mad passionate online lovers. on facebook and twitter. in ukrainian. was it like а-ах мішенька не зупиняйся🥵 or more of a *ніжно цілує твої губи під пісні вокарчука*??

• she found him through his youtube channel called bad egg and wrote mostly positive feedback on his video. the girl spends her free time watching badly autotuned music videos about booze and bitches. she probably makes them too

• she styles her hair like julia fucking tymoshenko. not just that this hairstyle is super hard to make, but also what sane person would chose to resemble tymoshenko??

• she agreed to marry mischa (or mb even proposed herself) at the ripe age of 18, upon never seeing him irl and probably knowing him for less than a year if not a few months

• she consciously shortened her name from natalia to talia. this was, for all i know, never done before. also talia means waist in ukrainian so there’s that

• and her middle name (?) is legit made up. were her parents pranksters by any chance? cause the fuck is moruska

• did i mention that she choose MISCHA BACHINSKI?? i mean who wouldn’t but still

verdict: she and mischa had to be separated because keeping them on one continent could’ve resulted in irreparable consequences such as everyone starting to use bro as a pronoun and dying of prolonged exposure to swagness

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick's leather sling | requested by EVERYONE

[javelinbk]

Paul trying to get John’s attention (and succeeding)

[kookoofufu]

One piece fans are great cause no matter who you are, where you come from, what your age, gender, sexuality, socioeconomic status is, 1 of these 4 middle aged men will inevitably become your blorbo. Margaritaville uncle, big titty mob boss, morticia addams, or assigned clown from birth. They're all hot, homeless and obsessed with a teenage boy. The world's worst polycule. Choose wisely.

[mobius-m-mobius]

Lokius + a S2 mid season summary 😅

[booasaur]

Special Ops: Lioness - 1x07

[maareyas]

Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad(?) Werehog

once again feeling impatient, so here's the full illustration that I'm gonna try giving a little bit of animation ✨ so I don't entirely forget how to use DragonBones and After Effects.

The art style for this was once again HEAVILY inspired by Chocobo Tales DS (2006). Which, seems to be one of the more obscure games that have a vicegrip on my brain lol. god i wish i still had a working ds so i can re-experience it properly

[munsooooon]

Steve took care of Eddie's hair from the first moment he was in a hospital bed, Eddie was in a coma with deep wounds that were struggling to close. He removed all the dried blood from Eddie's hair as soon as the doctors gave him permission. He had no urgency to go home, so he stayed that night to comb Eddie's hair as much as the pillow would allow.

Steve didn't know how to touch Eddie. He didn't want to hurt him, Steve didn't know how to touch people, much less another boy his age.

When Eddie woke up, he didn't hug him like the others did. He just waited patiently in a corner for the moment when Eddie could get out of bed and offered to wash his hair. Eddie agreed.

He teased Steve about all the stuff he wears in his hair, but Steve could see in his big brown eyes that he was grateful.

Steve bought a lot of special products for Eddie's hair, Eddie didn't want to accept them at first, but eventually, he did. Soon, that hair routine kept them together.

Steve kept touching Eddie's hair to remind him that he was alive. Eddie let him, let Steve brush and wash his hair, but also let him just play with his curls. Steve felt less anxious as his hands disappeared into Eddie's hair.

When they were hanging out with the others, Steve was likely to be combing Eddie's hair. Eventually Eddie would be the one seeking that contact, he would lay his head on Steve's lap and he would give long caresses to Eddie's scalp, fit his fingernails in gently and drag them to the end of a lock of hair.

When they kissed for the first time, Eddie held the back of Steve's neck firmly and could feel his hair for the first time, Eddie felt like he could die there. He spent hours sitting on Steve's lap stroking his hair as they kissed and whispered to each other's lips.

"I love you," Eddie whispered,

"I love you more," Steve replied with a smile before stealing another kiss from Eddie.

Outside, they discreetly ruffled each other's hair to show their love in public without being punished. At first glance, it looked like a friendly gesture, but if you looked closely, you could see two boys very, very much in love.

Steve soon discovered that he loved to pull Eddie's hair when Eddie made love to him. He would ride him and would look for balance in Eddie's beautiful, messy curls. He would pull his hair to demand a kiss, to see his face, to see Eddie's beautiful eyes lost in pleasure, to watch him lick his lips, savouring Steve's every move.

"Look at me, Eddie," says Steve "keep your eyes open, look how good you're fucking me"

Steve will hold Eddie's hair between his fingers and run kisses down his neck. Eddie would always lose control with that, would fuck him harder.

At the end of it all, Eddie would rest on Steve's chest as he stroked his hair while whispering how good he was and how much he loved him until they fell asleep.

[raycatzdraws]

They're buggies!

a Linked Universe x The Dark Crystal AU