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[tumbleweed-run]

Contentment

You wake on your side, head resting against his chest. Your arms and legs have wound themselves around him in the night as if you were still afraid he was going to disappear before you woke. His arm, the one beneath your neck, curls around your back- fingers idly tracing patterns against your skin. 

You’re happy to lay there for a time, eyes closed against the soft grey-blue glow of early morning. It's warm here. Safe. You can hear the birds outside waking, hunting for their breakfasts before the sun properly rises. Gale shifts a little, pitching himself up onto his side so his other arm can wrap around you. A leg slides between yours, a foot pushed against the back of your calf, drawing you impossibly closer. 

You sigh, contented. 

A strange feeling after everything you’ve been through. 

A press of lips against the crown of your head. And then another. 

It’s nothing to tilt your head up, allowing his lips to find yours. Eye not having bothered to open yet. You kiss slowly, almost clumsily. Lips brushing lips, yes, but also the corners of mouths, the space just above the upper lip, his mustache prickling against your skin. With time his tongue slides out to find yours. Still, there’s no rush, just a languid exploration of territory well-known. You taste sleep on his breath, the sharp tang of morning breath invades your senses. You don’t mind, it tethers you. Reminds you that this is real and not some dream. 

The hand on your back urges you closer. You hitch you leg up further as you try to do what he wants. You feel Gale’s cock against your thigh, hot and rigid, a stark contrast to everything else this morning. He makes a noise, soft in his throat. His hands press against you, firmer this time, to move you further onto him. 

His cock now nestles right up against the folds of your cunt. Experimentally you shift your hips just a little. Gale moans and you don’t bother to hide the the grin that tugs at your lips. You do it again just to elicit the same reaction. He lets you for a time until his shifts as you do and you find him now pressed against your entrance. One little rock of your hips is all it takes until he slides into you. 

Gale is the one who rocks now, slowly pumping into you. He’s in no rush, not even fully sheathing himself in you yet. When he finally presses his cock all the way inside of you you both sigh happily and he pauses as if savoring the feeling. He holds still for long enough you wonder if he’s fallen back asleep, but then he’s moving again. 

His hand slides from your ass down to your thigh, kneading the flesh gently before pulling your leg higher. The angle changes, suddenly each thrust leaves you whimpering. You bury your face against his shoulder as if your moans are somehow a threat to the tranquility of this morning. 

A light sweat breaks across Gale’s skin and unthinkingly you dart your tongue out to taste him. He groans, hips working just a little faster, hand holding your leg just a little tighter. 

“Come on, my love,” Gale’s words are half whispered. His voice deep and broken by sleep. 

He rocks into you relentlessly. The tension in your core growing and spreading across your body, the muscles of your stomach threaten to ache. 

Gale’s lips press into your hair even as he speaks, “I know you have it in you, come on beautiful.”

Your hips roll against his, desperately chasing your release. 

“Come on, my love, come on,” he nearly chants. 

You come with a cry strangled in your throat. Your mouth open, teeth bluntly dragging against his skin as you cry out soundlessly. Your cunt clenches around him, there’s a cramp in your thigh that you don’t even feel. 

Vaguely you’re aware the words he whispers have changed. 

“That’s my girl,” he praises softly, hips still snapping against you, “you’re so good for me.”

It’s only once your core stops spasming and your limbs feel like jello that Gale rolls you onto your back. His elbows rest above your shoulders. Your hair caught beneath one of them, pulling it. He begins fucking into you with abandon now, all rhythm lost. You pull up a leg, allowing him to move deeper even though your hip protests the movement. 

Gale’s loose hair shrouds the two of you and you finally open your eyes and watch him. He grunts as he slams into you one last time, hips pinned against yours as he comes. Raptly you watch his face as he does, eyes pinched almost as if he’s in pain. It’s not a particularly attractive expression but gods, you love it anyway. 

After a moment, he collapses against you, and you laugh, your breath blowing some of his hair away from your mouth. With a gentle shove, Gale rolls off of you. He keeps his face against your shoulder and draws you closer. Almost a mirror of how you woke. 

“Gale, we need to clean up,” you whisper despite making no moves to do so. 

“Hmm,” he breaths against your skin, already falling back asleep, “later.”

You might regret it, but right now, later sounds good. 

[natriae]

minors dni

Thinking about Kiyoomi's voice rn. Feeling the rumble in his chest when he holds you. It's just so deep and sexy without him even trying. And him being the little shit he is likes to mess with you over it constantly. It all started the first time he ever dirty talked to you. Balls deep you were already close to your high when Kiyoomi whispered in your ear, "such a good little slut for my big cock, huh,". Of course you orgasmed right there, and since then Kiyoomi knew just how much his voice effected you. So no matter where you are Kiyoomi makes it his mission to leave you soaking. Always whispering in your ear sentences that could every well have double meanings.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price dancing with a skeleton behind the scenes of House on Haunted Hill (1959)

[ghosts-in-the-studio]

[pisspilled-drinkmaxxer]

Having two subs practice body doubling by filling them both and having them hold each other accountable to staying dry...

[minniiaa]

the one piece log collection has some of the best art and best fits in the entire series like LOOK. AT. THIS. DRIP. WHERE DO THEY GET ALL THESE COATS? I NEED EVERY SINGLE ONE IN MY CLOSET NOW.

[balladofthe101st]

I don't know why but messy speirs >>> clean pretty shaved spiers while all dressed up Nixon is way better than messy Nixon.

it's all in the psyche. our mind's telling us that speirs is supposed to look dirty, rugged, and war-torn because he's a born- soldier and warrior. while nixon's supposed to have a clean and shaved- and dressed up to the nines-look because he's a preppy, yale and momma's boy. in this study i will

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price as Mr. Rappicini

Twice-Told Tales; Rappicini's Daughter (1963)

[laurelwen]

Why Alex was so cranky when Nigel woke him up.

[veroveriii]

hii, im still very lonely n a lil tipsy /; I wanna text !!

[daddykinglovemen]

😏 Handsome!

[baron-of-bones]

GERRRR BAR K BARK BARK. AAAA SEXY OLD MEEEEEEN FUCK …..BARK. WOOf

Ok I’m fine

[mr-megaphone]

[arpeggio-the-parrot]

I would literally be the best wife to Arpeggio it’s so criminal that we don’t live in the same realm of existence

[troolyart]

And he would protect you till the morning comes; all anguish and pain receding to the back of your mind until all you can see is his form standing firm against your enemies.