#talk dirty to me

[casualbakeschat]

Let’s see if I can keep this account unrestricted….. 😏🤭🫣

[sixpennydame]

Talking dirty with Levi Ackerman

Mmm…sucks so good.

(He’s vacuuming.)

Hmm…you like it rough, do you?

(He’s trying to get a stain out of the carpet.)

Come on…that’s it…right there..

(He’s using a mixture of baking soda and vinegar to scour his cooking pan)

God…so hot..

(He’s heating water to clean the floorboards.)

What a mess you’ve made..

(He saw your house for the first time.)

Come on…get on your knees..

(He’s decided you’re the one who’s gonna clean the floorboards.)

[criscura]

I love these pages. I LOVE these pages. I'm so happy they weren't redrawn. I LOVE THESE PAGES.

Saitama sucks at verbalizing shit so you have to watch him, and even though he *says* he doesn't want Genos around, he's stuck to his side like glue from the moment they reconnected during the Garou fight. Genos gets upset and Saitama notices right away, and tries to start a vulnerable conversation about it so Genos can talk it out. He's thinking about him so much that when there's so much as a knock on the door, he automatically assumes it's Genos, and all it takes is someone asking why for him to immediately start trying to vent how stressed he is about not being able to live up to Genos' expectations. That's ALL IT TAKES. FOR ***SAITAMA***. TO OPEN UP ABOUT HIS FEELINGS. MUST BE A FUCKING LOT OF THEM

He's so keyed into Genos, he's is SO LOCKED ON at any moment, that no matter what he's doing, he will freeze THE MILLISECOND he hears Genos start to call his name and turn to find where he is. Fuck everything else, they might as well not even be there--top priority has just entered the room and it needs his full attention.

Hhhhhhffhfhfhhffhfjffjjdjcjfjjfjjdjgjjsrixknkkskcn

mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

WHAT DO YOU DO WITH THAT!!!!!!!! WHAT CAN YOU SAY THAT ISN'T A CLICHE!!! AGAIN, FOR THE SECOND TIME SINCE THE GAROU FIGHT, WHAT CAN YOU SAY ABOUT THIS THAT DOESN'T SOUND--!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

and FUCK man, FUCK!!!!! Where does that put Genos??? Who's the strongest person in the world? The one that could destroy anything and bend reality to his will.....or the guy who has that person wrapped around his little finger??

a@aaaAA@AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[harrrystyles-writing]

oii cah, poderia fazer um concept hot (2 - 19) onde s/n é um pouco ciumenta no namoro e harry mostra para ela que ele não quer nenhuma outra mulher

Frases: Que parte de ' Eu quero você, e somente você' você não entendeu?/ Mas eu não quero ela, eu quero você.

Aviso: 🔞Conteúdo explícito.

NotaAutora: Gente faz um século que não escrevo um hot, então, não sei se ficou bom e digno para vocês então me perdoem 🥺💗 De qualquer forma, aproveitem a leitura.

Harry Concept # 28

Você nunca gostou de assistir às gravações dos videoclipes de Harry. Não porque não fosse fã do trabalho dele — você era.

Mas porque o ciúme a corroía por dentro em situações como estava vivendo, ver Harry tão próximo de outra mulher, ainda mais uma famosa e incrivelmente bonita como Dua Lipa, a fazia sentir seu estômago revirar.

Você estava nos bastidores, de braços cruzados, observando a cena que se desenrolava diante de seus olhos, os dois estavam no centro do set, a música sensual preenchendo o ambiente, enquanto o diretor pedia mais proximidade, seus rostos a centímetros um do outro.

Seu peito estava apertado, como se algo estivesse esmagando seu coração, o ciúme corroía cada pensamento lógico que você tentava ter, mas a imagem de Harry com os lábios quase tocando os de outra mulher a deixava sufocada, o nó na garganta ficou ainda maior quando a câmera capturou o momento exato em que ela inclinou-se mais para Harry e o beijou, mesmo sabendo que  tudo não passava de algo técnico, não conseguiu acalmar seu coração ciumento. Antes que pudesse pensar direito, você deu as costas e começou a andar rapidamente para longe, o gosto amargo da insegurança estava em sua boca.

Harry percebeu quando você saiu, ele te conhecia muito bem, sabia o quão  ciumenta era, sempre foi, de uma forma ele entendia isso, até achava fofo às vezes, mas agora, sabia que precisava resolver, então deu uma última olhada para o diretor, pedindo uma pausa e  correu atrás de você.

— Baby?! Espera.

— O que foi? — Você parou no corredor, sem nem olhar para ele.

— Tudo bem? — Harry segurou seu braço a virando para ele.

— Tá de sacanagem comigo? Por que me chamou aqui hoje? Só para ver isso?

— S/n, era só uma cena, você sabe disso, me desculpe eu não sabia que essa seria a cena que gravariamos hoje, se soubesse nunca teria te chamado, porque sei que não gosta, me desculpe mesmo, não fique brava.

— Me diz como não sentir nada quando você vê seu namorado beijando outra mulher? Porque eu não consigo fingir que não me importo.— Seu peito subia e descia rapidamente.

— Eu sei que não é fácil ver, mas você sabe que só existe uma pessoa que eu quero no mundo todo, é você.

— Será, mesmo?

— Que parte de 'Eu quero você, e somente você' você não entendeu?  — Ele se aproximou ainda mais, segurando seu queixo  delicadamente, forçando-a a olhar para ele.

— Mas ela é linda, vocês ficariam tão bem juntos. — Seus olhos brilhavam com as lágrimas. — Todo mundo acha isso.

— Mas eu não quero ela, eu quero você. — Secou uma lágrima insistente que saiu de seus olhos. — Baby,  entenda, eu sou louco por você, não importa quantas mulheres eu veja ou quantas mulheres eu conheça, nada muda isso.

— Então prove.

Ele sorriu, aquele sorriso malicioso que causava arrepios em você.

— Sua... —  Harry agarrou  seu pulso e puxou para a porta mais próxima, fechando. Você olhou em volta o que parecia ser um depósito. — Eu vou te lembrar o porque você nunca deve duvidar de mim.

Você odiava o quão bom esse homem era em beijar, ele te deixava louca em segundos.

— O que há de errado com você? — Murmurou ele contra seus lábios. — Como pode duvidar do quanto eu amo foder essa buceta. — Ele puxou seus lábios com os dentes.

— Porque existe outras melhores. — Protestou.

— Não existe nenhuma… — Harry deslizou os lábios até seu pescoço, mordiscando a pele, a voz grave e carregada de impaciência —Nenhuma melhor que a sua, odeio que você não entenda isso.

— Mas… — Você tentou protestar, mas ele segurou seu rosto entre as mãos. , o polegar deslizando por seus lábios.

— Cala a boca… — Murmurou, descendo novamente pelo seu pescoço, causando arrepios a cada beijos e mordidas que deixava ali. — Antes que eu mude de ideia e não te deixe gozar.

No instante seguinte você estava seu rosto contra a parede fria, o corpo de Harry começou se mover bem atrás de você, sua mão descendo, percorrendo suas costas, seus quadris até sua bunda, dando um tapa forte o bastante para fazê-la formigar.

— Quero bem empinada, entendeu?

— Ok! — Respondeu ofegante, empinando sua bunda o máximo que conseguia, tonta com a maneira como ele estava te tocando.

Vagarosamente ele foi abaixando sua legging roxa  de ioga, sua calcinha de renda preta acumulando junto em seus tornozelos, ele molhou bem dois de seus dedos antes de entram em você, deslizando para dentro com facilidade, um gemido longo e choroso escapou de seus lábios.

— Não tô afim de ser atrapalhado agora e não tenho muito tempo.— Harry agarrou um bom punhado do seu cabelo para puxá-la ainda mais para perto dele. —Adoro te ouvir gemer e implorar por mim, mas fica quentinha?

Você assentiu mordendo os lábios, sentindo os dedos dele começarem devagar, mas depois  indo cada vez mais forte e rápido a cada vez que saiam e entravam em você, a sensação dos dedos longos dele te preenchendo era tão boa tão deliciosa, fazendo você se contorcer e  dar seu máximo para segurar todos os gemidos presos em sua garganta.

— Para de se mover. — Ele deixou uma mordida em seu o pescoço. — Se não eu vou parar.

A esse ponto tudo o que você sabia fazer era obedecer.

Seu clitóris precisava ser tocado, ele estava pulsando,  querendo aqueles dedos encharcados para fazê-la gozar.

— Harry....— Você choramingou, implorando para que ele fizesse alguma coisa.

— Fica quieta. — A outra mão dele cobriu sua boca.

Ele sabia que você não aguentaria mais, você estava pulsando, engolindo os dedos dele a cada vez que estavam bem fundo dentro de você, então ele os tirou subindo para esfregar clitóris tão perfeitamente, ele estava rápido e mesmo com você se contorcendo na frente dele não diminuiu o ritmo.

— Posso sentir que você está prestes a gozar. — Um arrepio percorreu sua pele, assim que sentiu a respiração quente dele fazendo você estremecer, suas pernas já estavam tremendo, seu orgasmo tão perto que doía. — Goze pra mim, baby.

Sua visão começou a ficar turva enquanto seus olhos reviraram, você sentiu aquela onde de prazer começar a invadir seu corpo, cada pedacinho de você sendo atingido por aquela sensação gostosa, sua buceta pulsando  enquanto os dedos dele ainda te fodiam durante o orgasmo, você gemeu contra a mão dele que te sufocava, enquanto os dedos dele desaceleravam ainda a fazendo tremer.

Estava tudo escorregadio e molhado e você tinha certeza de que os dedos dele estavam pingando.

Todos os seus músculos estavam doloridos, seu corpo inteiro mole, mal ficando pé, Harry a envolveu em seus braços a abraçando por trás com força, como se o todos lá fora não estivemos loucos procurando por ele.

— Você é a única que importa, nunca duvide disso...

Obrigada por ler até aqui,se gostou, considere deixar um comentário isso é muito importante para mim 💗

[snowthats-crazy2]

Want a hot af girl and her hot af boyfriend to do some fat lines off my ass

[monsoonpanda]

cloud strife who swears like a sailor but tries (with varying degrees of success) to tone it down around kids and old folks and people who just don't like it.

sephiroth tries out some of his trademark phrases one day and cloud loses it.

laughing until he cries OR struck by a sudden and intense wave of lust?

reader's choice i guess :)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Poison - Talk Dirty to Me

[bestofpoison]

Bret Michaels & Bobby Dall on the set of the "Talk Dirty to Me" music video, 1986.

[wejustvibing]

Lewis Hamilton's move to Ferrari is about more than just racing. He can help the brand sell more cars and merchandise, and he will eventually be worth billions to the company — just like he was to Toto Wolff and Mercedes. - Joe Pampliano

watch full

[chaptertwo-thepacnw]

1980s

[bestofpoison]

C.C. DeVille in the "I Want Action" music video.

[lafemmedargent]

Ladies and gentlemen, Once again I'm asking for 1 crumb of your attention 😔

[whipplefilter]

Kyle Larson is your 2024 Knoxville Nationals champion! 🥳 Coming off a really splendid string of dirt wins after an Olympics break vacation. But I think it's also important to note that said string was also coming off a very poor showing at the King's Royal in July, and an overall "off" dirt season in 2024. I think it highlights the nature of racing--the wins don't come easy, the flow can change at any moment. Of his win, he mentioned that you have to treasure every one, because nothing is preordained. "I could miss the feature and be completely irrelevant next year," he said--and it's not just humble pie, because that's exactly what happened only weeks ago at Eldora.

Treasure this. <3

[cyniibar]

when I crave chipotle it's almost a sexual kind of craving.

[criscura]

The heart of the story

SPOILERS for the garou fight (i know it's been a while but still) because holy fucking SHIT. i am shaking. Bigass post about the symbolism of Saitama's suit, Genos' core, and the deconstruction going on in the whole fight.

I saw a coloring of this panel,

and the positioning/negative space of the hole in Saitama's cape combined with the wind-up of Garou's punch made it fucking click and--jjdjalsk;djL;KFJ;lkdjlLKJlkdj

I thought it was super weird that pretty early on in this arc, Saitama's cape got a hole punched through it and the way he was positioned kept on emphasizing it. Like....Saitama's cape is already emblematic of who he is. It flutters around to accent what he's doing like an exclamation point, when he's protecting someone it curls around them like it's an extension of his intentions, when he walks in it flourishes before him like an announcement. As much as the gloves are a symbol of his power, I feel like his cape is...hope? It's what he is to the people he comes to save? Or maybe it's the selfless part of what he considers a hero to be--so if the gloves are "you're stronger than anyone else," the cape is "so you can be there for everyone else." I don't know, I have to think about it a little more, but that's the sense I get. It's also, y'know--a cape is something you wear to defend yourself from bad weather or the cold or just to cover up. It's protection.

So it felt REALLY BAD that there was a big hole torn into it, right dead-smack in the middle of Saitama's chest, like it was a target. A big foreboding "Look out! Your defenses are down! Watch out behind you!" But what the fuck can get at Saitama, right? Garou wasn't going to defeat him. You can't hurt him. He doesn't have to watch his back, that's kind of his whole problem.

But. Bu t f= djkj;sd. jFUCKING. HE'S NOT. HE'S NOT INVULNERABLE. IT WASN'T HIS CHEST IT WAS FORESHADOWING

And that was fucking it. Garou ripped out Saitama's heart when he ripped out Genos', and it destroyed him. Saitama lost himself. He ACTUALLY lost himself

THAT'S NOT FUCKING SAITAMA. That's what he's always been capable of becoming, but that's NOT him. As the fight goes on, he gets progressively more terrifying and inhuman--featureless face, blacked or whited out eyes, an outline of a body--as he starts attacking more relentlessly. We're watching him forget the humanity he's been feeling less and less in touch with, as he gets consumed by fury and grief.

That's not even mentioning that he loses almost all of his suit--that thing that defines him, that's most important to who he is and who he wants to be. All at once Garou hits him with something that completely destroys that symbol of who he is (hohoHO doesn't that sound familiar)--

everything except the ripped up remnants of his glove, the part that symbolizes his strength, that's left to clutch onto Genos' core,

which Saitama protected and cradled to his heart as if it was his own?? like it was a lifeline?? like it was more important than his home planet, that he almost destroyed in a blind rage???

Like.....yes, it was a handicap as in "i'll only use one hand to fight you," but I don't think it's THAT much of an exaggeration to say it was also a handicap in that it stopped Saitama from going absolutely fucking bonkers and destroying everything. I think that WAS his heart. That was his last tether to humanity and empathy and hope. It was his fucking companion cube.

(I don't think it's a coincidence that in that panel where Saitama's curling his whole body around the core while being buried in the ground--and isn't THAT a fucking metaphor--that he looks legitimately pissed off. Garou's kick was on a direct trajectory to Genos' core. And isn't there something to be said for Saitama letting an opponent hit his head to protect it? A thing he's deeply self-conscious about normally, and a move that we've seen Genos pull more than once?)

I've said before that Genos does the hard emotional work for Saitama when he can't do it for himself (getting excited, angry, or sad for him; cheering him on; and all around taking the weight off Saitama to respond emotionally to things so that, at the very least, he doesn't have to feel guilty about not feeling anything). In return, Saitama is a stable rock for Genos to hold onto because, in his volatile world where everything is changing and can be taken away from him at any moment, Saitama can't. And like...

Saitama did fail in that he was too late. He didn't save him before the worst happened. But what little Saitama had left of him, was entirely devoted to Genos. He turned himself into an indestructible case for everything Genos was. And as much as Saitama carried Genos through that fight, again, Genos carried him. Again, Saitama couldn't relate--he was too far out of touch with his humanity to act like he still had it. But he could still cling to Genos, and Genos could feel it for him.

Genos' heart replaced the heart that Garou broke--because when he killed Genos, Genos wasn't the one to feel the pain of his own loss. It wasn't his core that shattered. It was Saitama's. The target on his back hit exactly where it warned it would.

And now like--I do need to add a byline that this sucks for Genos. All around. He was used, thrown away, and Saitama failed to get to him on time. Now he's also the ONLY one who remembers what happened. He is already so fucking burdened, this is too much for one guy. I'm legitimately worried about what this is going to do to him.

But also? Mythology is my shit and melodramatic shenanigans are my JAM, and what aspect of this isn't mythological? What ISN'T such an obvious allegory after you say it out loud that it feels almost silly? How many levels does this work on? A wayward knight sacrificed a virgin heart in battle in hopes of tempting a dragon out of its cave to defeat it, and got SO much more than he bargained for? God took away the one you love, so you fight heaven and hell to get them back? Your heart is my heart, you live on in me and I in you, even after either of us are gone? I can't--I can't even come up with other examples because there are SO MANY. I just.

GOSH, even structurally, as the fight goes on, the panels become more sparse and less detailed. We lose background and landscape--often because it's actually demolished--until it's only action lines scratched over a flat black or white, to the point where we get graphs like the paper they're drawn on has been so ripped up that all we see are the guidelines on the desk underneath it. Things are taken apart to an atomic level.

And meanwhile, we're watching these two characters argue over their most BASIC concepts. What are you fighting for? Who are you, really? What are you, after you've lost everything? What drives you? What scares you? What's your hope, and your worst fear? Are you human? Does it matter?

Why are you, you?

It's falling apart that's interrupted only by fantastic destruction that's as beautiful as it is terrible...and it doesn't fucking STOP until both characters have been so thoroughly torn down to their most painful, elemental pieces that they're fading to dust or erased fully from existence. This entire FIGHT is a deconstruction--of story, of characters, of the manga itself.

I don't mind the time travel bit because this is--this is Jjust--this is SUCH A FUCKING GOOD ILLUSTRATION of what makes this manga WORK because it fucking--it goes out on a limb and says, "what happens if we do the thing we can't come back from, what does that do to the characters, let's bring it to the absolute enD JDJALSDK;JF" and00asdljs;dlkj

I'm losing it. I'm fucking LOSEINjalkj LOSING IT. Like. Saitama's the pillar of the story. Everything revolves around him. Genos is the catalyst, Saitama's the plot. Genos is the machina, Saitama's the deus ex. Genos is the heart, Saitama's the soul. I've said this a lot. but fucking....

If a cape is protection from the elements, Saitama's cape is a symbol of the hope he brings, AND there was a massive hole in Saitama's cape for so much of this arc, there was both a nagging sense that he wouldn't be able to magically solve shit like he usually can and that he had some weak point that was wide open for an attack. That weak point ended up being Genos.

The only way to break Saitama was to break his fucking heart...and then everything else broke around him.

((And....jllaksdjls of course, of COURSE I have a fucking bias and you KNOW I'm looking at this from a shipping lens too, and like.....I don't......Genos has Saitama's heart, and Saitama has his. They share it. It's one in the same. When one can't carry it, the other carries it for him. Ilm.kjl i"m. I'M.ASD...

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA))

[the-song-of-the-day]

March 21, 2024

Song #42

Talk Dirty To Me by Poison

It was released in 1985 in their album Look What The Cat Dragged In

Fun fact: Classic Rock magazine ranked the music video for the song at No. 7 on their list of "The Top 10 Best Hair Metal Videos". The magazine declared that "If you really want to know why hair metal was so big, then this (song) is all you need