#this is all I got

[nathansjosten]

hannibal season 1

[heartofjasmina]

Mid 30s Aizawa who still crashes at home in the summer when he's not on campus teaching and you, his college freshman lil sis. There's no way he's gonna know how to treat you when your parents got married out of the blue. Especially when you walk around the house in panties and a tshirt, teasing him relentlessly like he doesn't have 10 years on you at least. Bending over to show off the way your panties barely cover your pretty pussy, making damn sure he knows you're not wearing a bra by hugging him in your skimpy little outfit. But maybe you're into the age gap thing. Everytime he reminds you of it, you get this faraway hungry look in your eye. Maybe he'll figure it out, after he fucks his fist to the thought of you.

[dreamland03]

Thinking about riding Katsuki and seeing how good you're making him feel. Looking down at his face and just seeing his eyes rolling to the back of his head and feeling his grip on your ass tighten, confidence and cockiness rising in your chest. Who knew you could make a big scary man lose his mind.

[macdenlover]

scrappy charlie doodle to keep myself sane in these trying times

[avirxy]

[1nshreds]

[sugarbear2001]

˚₊‧꒰აDomestic Poolverine Headcannons໒꒱ ‧₊˚

When Logan first moved in Wade tried to make him pop tarts from scratch (Nara Smith eat your heart out) but unfortunately they got burnt in the oven Logan still ate them tho.

Logan pretends to dislike Mary Puppins but he secretly loves that dog. Wade has tons of cute photos of them cuddled up together on the sofa.

For Wade's birthday Logan brought him a Hello Kitty shirt as a gift.

On Halloween they wear matching costumes and hand out candy to the neighborhood kids with Laura.

[apollos-boyfriend]

anyways this session has really solidified the reason quackity chose the people he did for me. because i remember connor getting an ask a while back complaining about how they wanted quackity to add people who would actually play instead of his friends (ie wilbur) who may not be active as often and. it rubbed me the wrong way for a lot of reasons, but mainly because it's clear quackity didn't choose just his friends. sure, it was a bonus that he was close to them, but quackity's first priority has never been "who can minmax the server and stream every day?" it's been "who is a good storyteller/who can tell a good story?"

because that's the core of it. the qsmp isn't about streaming or playtime, not necessarily. it's about the story. during the first announcement, people were surprised to see dantdm and jaidenanimations on the cast, because dan isn't really in quackity's circle and jaiden is barely an mcyt even if you push it. but you know what they were? storytellers. dan was a part of so many people's childhoods with his mod showcases and miscellaneous videos, all of which had lore. jaiden creates entire stories from video games! games with pre-determined stories that she has to spin into something new, something of her own.

and then the brazilians were added. some of them still did minecraft content, sure, but not all of them. but they were still storytellers. cellbit has his entire rpg. pac and mike have multiple roleplay series. and when you get to the french, the pattern repeats. baghera, for example, with her gta roleplay. not all of them are minecrafters at their core, but they are storytellers, and for most of them, improvisational ones at that. the same, of course, goes for the newest batch. pol is a filmmaker. vshojo has insane, deeply complex lore for all their vtubers. bagi is adept at ttrpg. sure, people being able to log on often is a necessity, but what good would that be if it ended up sacrificing quality for quantity?

this session really nailed it for me because you could see their expertise shine through. i feel like, even still, a lot of mcrp is seen as "lesser" because of its medium, or because of how it can switch between roleplay and just creators hanging out. roleplay is only typically praised and called to attention when it's highly emotional, and the same goes for the storytelling, with a heavier focus on how well creators can utilize angst as opposed to other moments. but this was treated differently. the silliness of minecraft was gone. what was previously disregarded came into light, like how fucking smart foolish is when writing characters and how well quackity is able to play into the story while staying true to his character, among other things! i just think quackity's brilliance in selecting his server members isn't talked about enough, because holy shit has he done a fantastic job

[ninyard]

Andrew posts a picture with the caption “they’re rescues” but the picture is of Neil and Kevin

I can’t for the life of me find a good pic that would work for this so here’s smth similar instead

[brewed-pangolin]

Determining Gym Rat Soap's heart rate is not best done by using the peripheral perfusion of his carotid artery or on the inside of his wrist. It's more thoroughly registered when his cock is buried deep within your cunt.

It's also more easily accessible following a good fuck as it's almost impossible for him to pull out for at least three minutes after he comes.

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"64 beats per minute. Not bad, Johnny. Especially after only two minutes of recovery," you exhale breathlessly. Skin flush, radiant, and glistening in sweat underneath him.

And he responds with a cocky grin. Blue eyes gleaming with a raspy voice while he trembles above you.

"Aye. It's all them push-ups, bonnie. Keepin' me in top shape for the real workout inside ya."

[aureoboros]

a soft caress as cold as death or something idk

[spurbleu]

something something roommates Ghost and Soap hacking your Netflix account and placing shows and movies on your recommendation lists.

and it is a meticulous effort. blood yarn tight against tack board, and under thick strands are half developed poloriads. not like they haven’t thought about it- you- before- heavy hand, soot covered cocks as they spell illwill with their spend.

but it works like a charm. applesauced legs bolstered by spring-thin cushions, roll of your spine just slightly forward as you curl into a flash of fiction and some dumb sci-fi shit neither Soap or Ghost actually cared about. they knew enough to fake it though.

and oh how they did. fumble of the doorknob at a forsaken hour introduced you to redeyes and slouched shoulders. and when you saw Soap offer an easy grin to the screen, you were none the wiser to question them. pulling plot points, characters from the sore of their asses after a heavy, hot, weary deployment back home? least you could do it’s offer them a seat.

of’course wi’ll join ye, bonnie.

now play nice. know it’s not easy when they sandwich you inbetween their fat thighs, arms finding purchance on the ribs of the couch, fetor masculinity kissing the sides of your cheeks.

don’t complain when they shift at the familiar ripe blush of sex as it pulls from the corners of the television. when their hands wander from the back of the couch to your hair, neck, shoulders, thighs…

you really don’t remember there being a romantic subplot. so why is the room suddenly so warm, and why are your legs spreading?

[shichirolover666]

Saw Shichiro in the mafia manga and I’m OBSESSED

[wasurenaghost]

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[muckyschmuck]

keith

[exoticlittlebird]

having sambastian thoughts… it’s sam’s birthday and sebastian has (foolishly) agreed to do whatever sam wants that day, anything at all. sam says all he wants to do is hang out in the city with seb. so they do.

after a cheap dinner and a bit of bar hopping they wander down a lively side street with neon lights and house music reverberating all around them. they come up to a dance club packed with people and stragglers filing in and out, everyone swaying to the heavy bass and giving off such good vibes that sam plants his heels and grabs seb’s arm with both hands, excitedly pleading they go inside. seb slurs out an “absolutely not” but sam hits him with his best puppy dog eyes, reminding seb that it’s his birthday and seb said he would do whatever sam wanted.

seb rolls his eyes and gives an overly-dramatic groan before caving and sam beams as he links their fingers together and drags seb through the door and into the crowd.

sam leads them straight to the dance floor, neither of them needing more drinks as they’re already a bit wobbly on their feet and maybe too loose with their tongues.

“dance with me,” sam breathes hot in sebastian’s ear, and he can feel sam’s smile on his cheek as they bump into the other sweaty bodies around them. sebastian hates this whole scenario more than anything, except for the part where sam is two inches in front of him laughing and smiling and looking more relaxed than he can remember in recent months. sebastian reluctantly moves to the music, his usual inhibitions significantly lowered by the alcohol (and he might even be slightly enjoying himself, but will never admit it).

sam’s hands find their way to sebastian’s body, lightly skimming over his hips, waist, and arms. sebastian finds himself unconsciously mirroring him, and suddenly the tip of sam’s nose is grazing his.

they’ve never been this close before. maybe in sebastian’s late night fantasies, but certainly never in real life. it’s another log thrown onto the fire that’s been building between them lately. sam had been sitting closer and closer to sebastian when they watched movies or lazed around by the mountain lake on hot summer days like today. his hand would graze sebastian’s or would linger on sebastian’s leg a second too long, and then another second longer each time. and sebastian knows sam has caught him staring too many times to count, and must have noticed when sebastian ruffles sam’s hair to mess it up he does so much more gently now, almost caressing the blond locks as he cards his fingers through them.

sebastian looks at sam, sees his pupils blown wide and the beads of sweat sticking to the sides of his forehead. he sees sam panting lightly but can’t hear it over the music, can’t hear very much at all really. sam’s eyes stare into sebastian’s, and even though sebastian blinks a few times he swears he sees sam’s gaze flit down to his mouth before returning up.

sam’s hands settle on sebastian’s hips and sebastian loosely curls his into the fabric of sam’s tshirt. they stare and sway faintly to the music and it feels like a thousand degrees in this tiny no name club and part of sebastian wants to claw his way out of the hot sticky crowd but a stronger part is holding him to the floor and leaning him closer and closer into sam like a magnet until-

the fingers on sebastian’s hips squeeze slightly and the hands on sam’s shirt ball into fists. their mouths melt together in a mess of hot breathes and swallowed moans. their tongues meet and sam lets out a small gasp and sebastian’s knees almost buckle. when they finally separate, both breathing heavily, sam searches sebastian’s eyes. he must find something he likes, because his mouth turns up in a teasing grin and he walks backward pulling sebastian deeper into the club. sebastian follows easily. he promised he would do anything for sam, after all.