#tom sharpe

[dabiconcordia]

Winter Camp Now I lay me down to bed, Stuff a pillow 'neath the head. Find the warmest spot for toes, Pull up blankets under nose.

Droopy eyes hunting sleep, Never good at counting sheep, Shoulders hurt, back is sore, Live alone, okay to snore.

Stocking cap on balding chrome Heating up the top of dome, Cold outside, twelve below, Howling wind, drifting snow.

Mice are moving in by score, Hurrying, scurrying ‘crost the floor, Hunting up a winter base, Taking over others' space.

Pack rat found the puppy’s meal, Figured it was his to steal, Back and forth in fervent dash, Building up a winter cache.

Bed is warm, mice at rest, Pack rat nestled in his nest, Condensing breath in cabin’s chill, Snowstorm pelting windowsill.

Somehow, something seems amiss, Getting in the path of bliss. Innards rumble; what a wreck. Got to make the outhouse trek. by Tom Sharpe

[oldshowbiz]

Michigan comedian Tom Sharpe began doing comedians like this one in 1983. He's still doing TV commercials to this day.

[didanagy]

CRIMSON PEAK (2015)

dir. guillermo del toro

[seasonofhorror]

CRIMSON PEAK

2015, dir. Guillermo del Toro

[whimsyfaes]

The Thomas Sharpe gaze. ♥️

[nex-has-gender-envy]

Meal's served .

🧎🫣💦

part II w/ Eddie kneeling down and V tugging his hair- in near future

[youronebraincell]

They look like a British detective duo

[takenbtwind]

Been binging Tom Hiddleston media and I have an important chart for you all

[vampire-with-a-soul]

Crimson Peak (2015) | dir. Guillermo del Toro

[just-some-common-bitch]

if you watched Crimson Peak to look at Tom Hiddleston's ass you watched it wrong. go back and actually absorb the damn film

[champaggin]

[animasola86]

SMUT DRABBLES*: Toy

A/N: Another snippet of a smut scene, *a little more than a drabble, but oh well, it kept evolving. Again, you can imagine any character here! This time, we have some oral sex, deepthroating, masturbation, edging and a little dom/sub dynamic.

WARNING: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! // WORDS: 689 // AO3

He's given her a toy to practice with.

It's big, looks like his cock, can be suctioned to surfaces. It's intimidating.

She's kneeling in front of it, imagines she's sitting between his legs, arms folded behind her back. Eyes closed, tongue extended, exploring the stiff ridges, round edges, hard, cold material. Not the same.

It's better when it's covered in her saliva, warmer, but it's not him, doesn't twitch and throb, there are no groans and grunts, no hand gripping her hair, guiding her head, forcing it deeper.

It's all her. She sucks on it, hollows her cheeks, slurping it into her mouth, tongue flicking around it. Eyes closed, imagining him, remembering his scent, his taste, his dominating presence.

She pushes her head down on it. It's so rigid, too hard, unyielding. She forces on, tongue flat against it, lips strained, back of her throat. Her body jerks when she gags around it, coughs, splutters, keeps going. Eyes watering, can't breathe, imagines his big hands on her head, pushing down.

It's in her throat, she's dizzy, there's so much spit, no precum, only her. No air. She holds it, hears his voice in her memory. “Good girl.” Back and forth, head bobbing, tip on her tongue, tip in her throat, up and down, in and out.

There's no release, no thick creamy cum filling her mouth, dripping down her throat, filling her belly. Just spit and tears. She practices until she almost faints, fighting the gag reflex, getting better, wanting to make him proud.

She's drenched once she's done, sweat, spit, tears, arousal. When she forces herself to stop, she falls over, hands between her trembling thighs. Fingers not enough. The toy is off the wall and slips into her with ease. She's shaking, can barely hold it, wants him to hold it, push it in and out, mercilessly, ignoring her whines. Forcing her to the edge.

“Not yet, baby girl.”

His voice is in her head, so close, so warm. She fights the pleasure trying to devour her, pulls it out, pants, pushes it back in, always close. She's whimpering, crying and sobbing, pleading with her eyes squeezed shut.

“You may come.”

Relief. Release. Exploding pleasure, body convulsing, hips off the ground, thighs pressed together, shaking, gasping, coming so hard she's seeing stars. The toy is forced back in.

“Again.” She obeys, keeps going, pushing further. All for him, through tears and hand cramps and body spasms. Mouth wide open, gasping for air, for reprieve.

Her head is being lifted, supported by strong hands, his scent fills her nostrils, something warm on her face, bent back, neck tilted, upside down. Warm and heavy and soft. Him.

“Keep going.” Fingers cramping around the toy, imitating his cock, and the real thing slips into her gaping mouth, straight into her throat. She doesn't gag, doesn't open her eyes, feels her throat bulging, feels full on both ends. Content, satisfied. Sucks around him as he moves his hips against her face, in and out, tip on her tongue, tip squished in her tight throat.

“Gag.” She does, body convulsing, cunt clenching, spit and precum in her mouth. She's so dizzy. “Good girl.”

The reward comes with a groan, a grunt, a jerk of his hips, tightening balls slapping against her nose. Release. The toy is forced out, muscles tense, fluttering, her hands and thighs wet, a muffled, helpless moan from her stuffed throat. She can taste him as he fills her mouth, rewards her for her effort. Warm, sticky, thick, slipping down her aching throat, gulp, gulp, gulp.

The pressure is gone, he remains, his taste on her tongue, heavy in her belly. His hand on her sweaty face, caressing, wiping away the remnants of her devotion, a thumb pressing against her quivering lip.

“Such a good girl,” he says, and she smiles softly, tiredly, eyelids too heavy to open. “Now turn around. We gotta practice on the other hole today.”

A deep shiver, instant tension, anticipation. She scrambles to her feet, turns, positions herself, presents, ready for more practice. For him.

“Yes, sir.”

MASTERLIST // AO3 // ORIGINAL WORKS

MORE SMUT DRABBLES:

A Steamy Shower

Car Inspection

Sleepy

Tension Relief

[didanagy]

CRIMSON PEAK (2015)

dir. guillermo del toro

[delineate-creates]

Day 19: Ridge

[whimsyfaes]

Thomas Sharpe section in the Crimson Peak art book ❤️

[vandaliatraveler]

The spring ephemerals, making the most of the warm weather and rain before the canopy closes in May, are pushing hard in the lower elevation woodlands around here. One of the best spots locally to enjoy the spring wildflower bounty is Toms Run Preserve, owned by the West Virginia Land Trust.

From top: Elizabeth's Woods showing a bit of early spring green; sharp-lobed hepatica (Anemone acutiloba, Hepatica acutiloba or Hepatica nobilis var. acuta) and foliage, whose leathery, thrice-lobed leaves give it the common names of liverwort and liverleaf; a scarlet cup fungus (Sarcoscypha coccinea or Sarcoscypha dudleyi), whose luminous fruiting body appears in late winter through early spring; smooth yellow violet (Viola eriocarpa), distinguished from downy yellow violet (Viola pubescens) by smooth stalks and the presence of one or more heart-shaped, basal (base) leaves; early blue cohosh (Caulophyllum giganteum) and foliage, whose herbacious, shrub-like habit is one of the most beautiful sights in Appalachia's spring forests; bluntleaf waterleaf (Hydrophyllum canadense), whose mottled, early spring foliage illuminates the dull leaf litter of the forest floor; cutleaf toothwort (Cardamine concatenata) with pink-tinged rather than pure white petals; yellow trout lily (Erythronium americanum), whose sprawling colonies in the preserve, spread by clonal reproduction, could be hundreds of years old; azure bluet (Houstonia caerulea), also known as Quaker ladies, whose delicate clumps bounce in the wind along trail edges and in open meadows; bloodroot (Sanguinaria canadensis), a member of the poppy family with red, poisonous sap; Toms Run at full flow from recent rains; great white trillium (Trillium grandiflorum), which forms vast clonal colonies on moist hillsides and along streams; red trillium (Trillium erectum), also known as purple trillium, wake robin, and stinking Benjamin, the latter beause it draws in its primary pollinators - carrion flies and beetles - with the odor of rotting flesh; and rue anemone (Anemonella thalictroides orThalictrum thalictroides), a member of the buttercup family and closely related to hepatica, wood anemone, eastern red columbine, tall thimbleweed, golden seal, and the meadow rues.