#so mf fine

[throwmethroughawindow]

he’s perfection btw

I just know his claws come out when he’s close 😏

[cryptocism]

"just as I did, in 1983."

you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable

[callmeteach]

even though they piss me off at times they are so cute lol

[hinamie]

wanted to practice some more intense angry expressions and what better excuse to further my agenda of giving megumi the emotional catharsis he deserves

[drwstarkeys]

peak frat boy rafe

HEAR ME OUT.

SEASON. 1. RAFE.

bark bark bark

[vanessa-rafesgirl]

always and forever. 🫀🫀

[seraphicsentences]

here’s a post dedicated to abby’s arms. why? because i said so.

and yes, they’re pretty much all nsfw. enjoy the visual! (i certainly am 🤭)

✂️ ok but imagine just watching abby’s biceps flex and ripple under her skin as she pumps her fingers into you, bumping against that sensitive spongy spot inside of you, working you towards your fourth orgasm of the night (so extremely motivated by your fucked-out mewls). no wonder she’s so buff. she’s exercising days and nights. ;)

✂️ thinking bout abby catching you watching her workout. you watching her do bicep curls specifically. oh lord, the pump her muscles get when she’s done (as if they could get any bigger)… and the way she grits her teeth while working an extra long set. you could get off on the heavy breaths she lets out alone. and she knows certainly knows it. you can tell by the haughty smirk plastered on her face as she eyes you inconspicuously staring.

✂️ but also just the way she’s so so strong but so very gentle with you is honestly the most attractive thing. she’d do anything you ask in a heartbeat, but just as easily put you in your place.

✂️ and the fact that she’s so strong really contributes to the appeal when you have her tied up. seeing such a big girl unable to move, massive arms pulled up tight around her head, flexing with every move as she twists and turns in pleasure, knowing you have that much power over someone whose figure is so dominating… yeah that’ll do it.

✂️ sweet jesus and when you’re sitting on her face, riding away like there’s no tomorrow, sensitive clit raw and red from the constant stimulation against her nose— abby’s just as turned on as you are, if not more. she’s feasting away from below you, tongue prodding at your dripping hole. she knows your legs are about to give out, she can tell by their trembling, and it’s like she’s been waiting for this moment. her arms are at your waist and quite literally holding up your entire body weight, making sure you’re still getting the pleasure she wants you to, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

✂️ or what about when she’s incredibly busy, you know, studying to be a doctor and all, and can’t exactly divert her attention to help you out when you’re feeling all desperate and horny? i mean she could offer you her thigh, but what are all those hours at the gym for? without even a glance, she sticks out an arm instead, and you silently thank god a moment later when your clit catches perfectly on her tricep, causing a suppressed moan to bubble out from the back of your throat— and abby to raise a teasing eyebrow in your direction. (only when you finish does abby really turn to you, saying “clean it.” and relishing in the way your tongue laps up her arm, gathering slick and making a further mess of yourself in the process).

well this was one fucking ramble. i am and will always be a proud slut for abby anderson’s arms.

[dizzybizz]

mostly jrwi riptide but also @bardace's oc forts is here

[songsaa]

Drawing I did after finishing my first period finals

[aesthetic-bbyg]

“STOP TRYING TO FUCK THAT CLOWN”

WELL HOW ABOUT YOU MAKE ME🙄🙄

[nix-nihili]

anyway Charles and Edwin start holding hands.

it starts off innocuously enough; Edwin grabbing Charles' hand to pull him into a sprint while being chased by some horror or another, the pressing need to escape making him clutch it tighter as they run.

then Charles holds his hand to correct them while they're wrestling, and Edwin lets himself be tugged around and repositioned. this time it's not in a high-stress environment and he can feel Charles' hands on his, both of their gloves discarded in the comfortableness of the office and the boxing gloves not yet slipped on.

they're warm somehow. ghosts don't have temperatures, yet Edwin can feel the soft warmth radiating off of Charles' hands, those fingers encircling his own, palm against palm.

and when Charles pulls away, Edwin realises he wants. he wants. but he cannot ask. it seems too forward.

so he starts coming up with excuses, things that can be explained away by some external factor but always end with both their hands intertwined in some way or another. it's not the same as the time they were wrestling because they don their gloves, but the agency feels too sacred to pull a stunt like that. to sully their home with edwin's blatant wanting.

but Edwin wants. and his resolve around Charles has never been that strong.

and so Edwin asks to wrestle. puts himself in all the wrong forms. suggests Charles correct him directly. and there are hands on his hands and before he knows it, he's holding on, intertwining their fingers, revelling in the feeling of it all.

he startles with the realisation that he's basically captured Charles' hand and begins to drop it with a frantic apology but finds Charles holding on even tighter until Edwin stops. the hold loosens but doesn't retract.

"you want to hold my hand," Charles says and perhaps Edwin has been too obvious.

"yes," Edwin admits, scarcely a whisper. "I find that I inexplicably do."

he expects Charles to pull away after indulging him. but he doesn't. instead, he's staring at their conjoined hands like-

like-

"okay. we can do that."

"okay?" it comes out a bit strangled.

Charles nods like he's made up his mind and one part of Edwin is cautiously celebrating while the other is utterly confused. "'course. we can hold hands, yeah? been doing it already, I reckon. all those times..." he trails off, slightly flushed, and brings their hands down to rest by their sides. "should've figured it out earlier."

but Edwin cannot understand. "you mustn't agree to this simply because I asked." ignoring that Edwin never had to ask in the first place because Charles figured it out. he always did when it came to Edwin.

"I want to as well," Charles says and it is a wonder that Edwin's world doesn't tilt on its axis right then and there. "for the both of us, yeah?"

and Edwin isn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth and he wants. desperately. achingly.

so he nods. and they hold hands. and it's easy because they're always standing so close. and it's wonderful because Edwin's fingers twitch and Charles is always there. and it's quietly devastating because he realises he wants more but he cannot ask for that. it is a privilege to be even given this much.

so they hold hands.

how much harm could it do?

[wrigglerzs]

This goop

[captainmartin20]

game day fit. styled by a'ja wilson

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton arrives to the track on practice day, las vegas - november 21, 2024

[starkeysbabygirl]

the earring has me feral asf bro

[cherrywperson]

back to being nothing