#shrugging face

[ford-owner]

ive seen a few people saying they can smell the big top burger in my art and while im a passive enjoyer of btb this is my truth . yeah

[javelinbk]

Paul McCartney at the Beatles press conference in Schiphol Airport, Netherlands, 5th June 1964

[shotmrmiller]

ps!ghost is very interested, to put it mildly. can't seem to stop re-watching your debut video that was released a week ago. it's always the same premise. black leather couch casting. nice little bird in a modest dress or shirt and jeans who gets undressed because the "director" has to take in measurements and the like, only to end up getting railed from the back with their pretty face pressed into the cushion.

it's a thing male viewers like. they love to watch a professional break in the new girl. he, though, not so much. he doesn't go for the new girls. doesn't like to be the one to test the limit like others do. (big cock anal on their debut? ghost finds it a bit much.) he hears one tiny gasped ouch and he's not finishing the shoot.

no, what gets him going is the enjoyment one can get during sex. it's why he ended up in this business in the first place. he likes sex. a lot.

likes to have men, women, young and old alike writhing beneath him gasping his (stage) name due to the pleasure and not because a script said to. and the benefits of working in the porn industry means that he gets paid doing what he likes, and can stay safe while doing so.

this is where you come in. the only reason he'd sat down to watch your video at all is because you'd been given a contract by the same company he is under. he's bound to come across you at a later date, might as well learn what he'll be eventually working with.

and he's hooked. whatever initial nervousness you might've had at the very beginning (because this is your very first professional shoot, of course) bleeds from your shoulders once price, the lucky bloke, gets his hands on you. you're a bloody natural.

and you enjoy it. there's no faking the way your nails bite into price's scalp when he licks at your pussy through your thin knickers. you gently wrap your hand around his fingers that's rolling your hardened nipple, giving it a gentle squeeze. he's doing it too rough. you buck your hips into his face, riding it even though you're the one on your back.

ps!ghost has to swallow the mouthful of saliva when he notices strings of creamy white sticking to price's body hair, a frothy ring around the root. the best part of all of this, is that you're giving as good as you take. you're no passive participant. you could, under price's big bulk, just get folded in half and do nothing other than feel the sweet burn of his cock stretch you, turn you inside out.

but you don't. you know exactly what you like and how you like it. you look for your orgasm, make sure it happens under your manicured fingers or price's thick ones. you don't let him be too rough on you nor too gentle.

simon loves it. you're new to this. you could've just accepted what he gave you without so much as a peep of complaint and gone home to soak in an epsom salt bath. but you didn't. you didn't let him pinch your sensitive clit, didn't let him mindlessly claim a fistful of hair.

but you did open your pretty mouth so he could spit in it (fucking lovely, it was) and let him keep your soft hips in the air as john's pace turned frantic and the best of all (in his very biased opinion) you crossed your ankles around his waist to keep him there as he fucked you full of his come.

(had simon been there, he would've begged for a taste if he had to.)

he feels a bit desperate, after. can't get you out of his head. the thought of your slick pussy hot around his cock is what gets him to finish at times. the other times, it's your video. he swears he's found his equal (sorry, soap) one that'll forget that he's supposed to be putting on a show for the viewers.

sorry price, he's about to unfuck him out of your pussy until all it'll ever remember is simon.

(what he doesn't understand is that he's about to forget more than the viewers. why is price watching yall again? it's almost intimate the way you let him fuck you on a creaky mattress. he's drunk on the smell of you, your hair, your cunt. lost all thought when his fat cock slid with relative ease into your wet heat and all he'd done was let you make yourself come on his fingers and tongue as many times as you'd pleased. you'd latched onto his neck, maybe out of habit or whatever, it doesn't matter. he'll be telling the makeup artists to leave the bites you left. he earned every single one. and where he usually pulls out because it's easier to clean up for everyone? you'll not be wasting a single drop. it appears he has a lot bit of a breeding kink.)

[time-slink]

painting warmup— grian as the angel of the waters statue in central park :D

[byler-alarmist]

Bitch I know that librarian was happy to provide a rendezvous point for lesbians, based on the way she excitedly handed Ronance the keys and told them to have fun

[shuploc]

Ai art?

Are you fucking joking?

Sorry, no, it is not and I find it so disrespectful you would even think to ask that. I have not and will NEVER touch anything AI related ever in my life, I think it's so utterly pointless and destructive and it frankly makes me wanna kill myself.

So no, it is not and never will be, and you can safely hold that to me for the rest of my existence. I really hope this is the last time someone asks me this.

[warpedwings]

Misha Collins trying to motivate us.

[pancharts]

[drulalovescas]

Right.

[antoine-dcoolette]

💃

[vaguely-concerned]

the way lucanis immediately and oh so innocently counters davrin's suggestion that he could make the step up to something stronger than coffee with 'like gingerwort tea?' and davrin capitulating gracefully on the spot makes me think that once davrin and rye returned from their trip (in both senses of the word) in the arlathan woods, davrin went straight to lucanis in the pantry and dropped rye directly into his lap like 'here you make some sense of your mans he's been gently giggling and making skeleton puns the whole way home. also he said something about wanting pancakes and that no one makes them right except you. and also about fifty times that you smell sooo good and your hands are nice but I'm taking that one to my fucking grave there's gotta be a limit for everything'

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

...So that shot of his new bite super, huh?

YEEEEES PEEPAW BITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITEBITE ENGAGE IN VIOLENCE VIOLENCE BITING

[evergreen-endo]

hi. i'm thinking about how amused takiishi would be by watching you edge endo.

unedited. wc: 492. gn! reader, no pronouns used.

takiishi thinks it's really pathetic how endo whines and whimpers and he can't understand why he just...lets you do this. he's acting like he's in pain but his cock is leaking. he's...curious, tilting his head and watching you with wide eyes as you work endo, once again, to the brink of an orgasm before tearing your hand away and giggling as tears form in his eyes.

it actually has takiishi's cock stirring in his pants too, not that he notices. he's too busy taking in the scene before him; the twist of your wrist, the flush on endo's cheeks and sweat on his skin, the look of concentration on your face. takiishi is trying to figure out how you know when to pull your hand away at just the right moment to have endo thrashing beneath you, annoying whiney sobs escaping his lips.

he has plenty of time to watch and observe as you deprive endo of his pleasure for another 20 minutes, as if takiishi isn't even in the room. but the longer you go, the more desperate endo becomes, and it gets harder for chika to tell what the warning signs are when he's constantly moving and pleading for you to just please let him cum.

the squeak of the leather couch below him and a few taps of his heels on the ground, and his figure looms over the both of you, eyes locked onto endo's teary ones.

"how can you tell?" his tone is cold, and you know the words are directed at you although his eyes are raking down endo's heaving frame. you hear him whimper under chika's gaze and land a light slap on his cock.

"tell...when he'll cum?" you wonder, tilting your head up as your wrist continues to twist. "ah...there's sort of a...pulse? here." squeeze. "...wanna feel?"

takiishi blinks once, twice, before he nods, placing a cold palm over yours and wrapping it around as you wriggle your hand out to let him get a good feel. endo gasps, keening and arching his back. it's not long after that a harsh smack echoes in the space between the three of you, pink prickling up onto endo's cheek in the shape of a handprint as takiishi's free hand resumes a devastatingly slow pace.

it's then that he notices all the signs; the shake of his thighs, clench of his tummy, shallow breaths beneath his ribcage and finally, the pulse at the base of his cock. takiishi sneers at the sight of hope in endo's eyes fizzling out as his hand slips off his cock and lets it slap pitifully against his stomach, smeared with precum and droplets of sweat.

a glimmer lights up his eyes, a quick exhale of air through his nose. hooking a finger into the side of your panties, he tugs, endo's eyes widening at his words, "I'll take it from here if you shut him up."

[synthient]

So, uh. Could we assume that the "what if we were young lords, in an aristocratic imperial society with stifling social norms, and one of us wanted to run away together but the other was afraid of losing his inherited wealth" thing is relevant. And also perhaps read some of those reactions as "babe, is our breakup argument still the first thing on your mind?" / [can't roleplay without revealing that he knows too much about how the real argument went] / "babe, are you roleplaying me???"

[raywritesthings]

B.J. Goes To Maine but there’s some kid he’s never heard of already there finishing his undergrad, and what do you mean he’s been here the whole time I’ve known you, Hawk? When did you have the time to send a Korean teenager to college in the States, Hawk? Hawk, do I even know you?

[randomthunk]

It's that time of year again! Inktober! INKTOBER IS ON BAYBEY!!!

From the get-go I was like "this is going to be Lug". He has very good hair that I just had to get drawing at some point. Also may have accidentally made him too handsome again. It's my weakness when drawing boys, what can I say.