#top wine

[iscariotapologist]

today in church one of the priests referred to trans people as "those who are growing into the gender they were called to be" and i'm kind of enjoying the idea of like....divinely ordained top surgery

[goldrushzukka]

it's the final week of tracking for spotify wrapped everyone share ur predictions for ur top artist & song of the year!!!!!!

[andi-o-geyser]

POP A BOTTLE Y'ALL THE DND COUPLE OF ALL TIME HAD ON SCREEN SEX WHILE EVERYONE ELSE AROUND THEM GOT 0 (ZERO) DICK AND SOME MINOR HEARTBREAK GET FUUUUUCKED PERC'AHLIA WINS

[frodo-a-gogo]

Let us be brutally honest with ourselves and with eachother for a moment. If he weren't obese you motherfuckers would be capable of percieving evrart claires sexy sexy moral ambiguity and complex charms

[ask-but-beware-the-consequences]

The start of something great! The start of Dethklok! Woo! The parents have met!

Autumn collection #1! the title is: 'Runaway' bc glam rock and he's a little runaway~ but it's about some reminiscing in september👀

them bitches are driving, not standing in place 100%

This is the last seasonal collection that I haven't done yet, and it's also the season that I was born in! emotional damn, it's almost been a year now.

[satans-knitwear]

Topless outdoor coffee mornings anyone??

Treat me ~ Tip Me ~ More of me

[inkskinned]

as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen

the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"

[paracosm-draw]

Looking at him for 12 minutes a day keeps the doctor away

[fluffylord]

THE GRAND TOUR | JAMES MAY

[aemondvelaryon]

rare and sweet as cherry wine — jake seresin x reader

summary: you've been teasing jake all night and he's finally at his breaking point.

pairing: jake seresin x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ minors dni, sexual content, explicit language, dry humping, clothed sex, allusions to d/s relationship, mostly heavy petting, some praise kink cuz why not, what if dog tags were like a leash for me to pull, teasing, references to reader's callsign, unintentionally soft af, bottom jake seresin rights.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: maybe i just want to hear jake whimper okay??

"Christ, baby, you're killing me here." Jake lets out a pained grunt as you settle into his lap. Your red dress pools over his thighs and his hardness, already evident and straining against the fabric of his jeans, is pressed warmly by your inner thigh.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Seresin." You hum softly as you play with the dog tags around his neck and he shivers at the contact; tracing your fingertips down the column of his throat and resting them on the light hairs on his chest.

"Don't act dumb. You knew exactly what you were doing when you put on that dress." He grits through his teeth and breathes quickly through them when you wiggle around a bit. "And no panties?" Jake's hands lay at his sides in clenched fists; worried that if he finally touches you that he'll break. "C'mon, are you trying to make me pitch a tent in front of the entire squad?"

You grin wolfishly at him. "Maybe...did it work?" It's impossible not to lick your lips at the sight of him. All worked up and blushing, trying his hardest not to surrender under your ministrations.

"Shit, stop touching me before I cum in my pants like a high schooler." You only look at him through your lashes and start unbuttoning his shirt, only enough so you can see more of that lovely chest hair.

You only grin at him as he hisses when you slightly graze the side of his nipple with your thumb. "I think I'd like to see that. Do you think I could make that happen, Jake? Make you come without even letting you fuck me?"

"I mean, it's kind of already happening." He almost thrusts up at you when you lean in close and breathe on his lips; so close and yet so far.

You giggle and lick your lips again before giving a tentative roll of your hips.

This finally kicks him into gear and his hands fly to your waist, digging into the skin above your hips. "Cher..."

"I want you to cum just like this. Okay?" You bite your lip. "For me?"

Jake groans as you rock lightly. "Yeah, shit, okay."

You smile at him and scoot yourself higher on his lap so your unclothed cunt is directly above the bulge in his pants and he grunts at the pressure. "Stay with me, baby. Gonna get you off. I promise. Then it's my turn." You grab his dog tags again and yank them forward quickly so Jake follows along with them. "Sound good?"

"Yeah. Sounds good." His voice is low and gravelly and the heat goes straight to your core at the sound and though you're trying to stay collected, you can feel the damp spot on his pants starting to form. You almost moan at the sensation but settle into a quiet hum again.

You finally offer him a kiss and he bucks up into you when your lips meet. One hand wrapped around the back of his head and grabbed the soft hair, and the other situated itself around his neck. Jake envelopes his arms around you and he curls his fingers into the fabric of your dress; rucking it up just enough that your bare thighs are now showing and if he just pulled up slightly more then your cunt would be on full display for him.

You know you're being kind of a tease to him but you just can't help it. Something about watching arrogant Jake Seresin unravel in front of you and turn to putty in your hands made you unbelievably wet. The thought of getting him alone and making him whimper under you blurred your vision more than any tequila short or high G's could.

The kiss you're sharing is sloppy, unbelievably so, all tongue and no finesse, but it's good, so good, and it just shows how desperate Jake is for you.

You can feel the humidity of the room building enough that sweat prickles the back of your neck and lower back and all you feel is your own wetness and perspiration in the humid room.

You roll your hips experimentally again and you can feel the tremble that comes out of Jake and he jerks away a little, grabbing you for purchase.

"Shit, shit, shit."

"You close, honey?" You love egging him on, wanna know how quick it takes for you to get him there. The idea of him always near the edge just for you makes you salivate. You wonder how often you could do this, how much would it take of you tugging at your dress, bending over, and showing him your tits in public before he has to go to the bathroom and jerk off so he doesn't get on some sort of list. It makes you vibrate that you can have that much of an effect on him when he's usually Mr. Easy-Breezy and too cool to show any emotions.

Jake doesn't answer instead he just swallows and puts his hands on the front of your dress; questioning. "Can I please? I wanna see you." He lightly tugs on the strings of your wrap dress.

You can't help but smile as you look at his puppy dog eyes. "Yeah, but only 'cuz you've been so good."

He wastes no time pulling the knot loose and pushing the fabric off your shoulders, it pooling at the waist. The black bralette you put on earlier that night is now your only scrap of clothing. "God, you're perfect."

Despite your dominant role tonight, you full body blush at his words. It was impressive how Jake could say a simple sentence and make you want to giggle and kick your legs like a schoolgirl.

You bat your hand at his chest. "Back to it." He was making you feel shy and you had a fake persona to protect.

"Slave driver." A grin covers your face despite yourself and you lean back in to kiss him, placing your palms around the curve of his cheeks. It's soft, much too soft, but you're a little overcome with emotion so you'll let this one kiss break the façade. "Back to the grind."

You finally laugh and snap your neck back and Jake takes the opportunity to latch onto the skin near your collarbone. Moaning as he sucks a bruise on you, you rub yourself onto his lap in revenge. He hisses again and you fight for control of the situation.

Wanting to finally get to the good stuff, you run your hands up his head and curl your fingers into the hair directly at the middle of his scalp and tug sharply backward.

Jake lets out the most choked moan you've ever heard from him; as if someone hit him straight in the gut and knocked the wind out of him. You're helpless to stop the absolutely filthy grin that covers your face at the reaction he has.

It was a low blow but you knew that it would help get going in the right direction again. You make fun of him sometimes by calling that your finisher move like some cheesy arcade game just because it always got Jake right at the edge really quickly.

"Oh, baby, you're just too easy sometimes." You laugh and fiddle with the buttons of his shirt again, finally opening it up to the bottom and revealing his whole bare chest.

"Christ," Jake's breath is coming out in quick pants. "That was mean."

"I can be meaner." You smirk and palm him through the fabric of his jeans. "You wanna see?"

"No." You grind against him again. "Yes." He trembles under you.

Jake's been good. So good. He deserves this. You want to see the look on his face when he finally comes apart.

"Don't worry, I'm gonna take care of you." You sweep your hands softly down his pecs to his stomach and eventually the trail of dark blond hair leading down.

Jake lets out what you can only describe as a whine as you hook your fingers into the top of his pants, grabbing for security, and start slowly but steadily rocking yourself back and forth, the hot wet heat of your cunt soaking his pants and quickly getting him off.

"Holy shit," Jake leaned up suddenly, grabbing your waist reflexively with both hands, digging his thumbs into the meat of your hips, gripping firmly and holding on to you while simultaneously pushing you subtly to meet his thrusts.

Every rock of your hips sends a shock of pleasure up your spine as your clit rubs against the hard length of his cock over and over. You keen a little as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. He's not even inside of you but the clothed friction sets you alight and makes you impossibly hot under the collar. But you have to see him come before you can; need to.

"Come on, baby, for me, wanna see it, please." It comes out more as a breathy whine than a command but in the moment you want it so bad you can barely think straight.

The begging in your voice must set him off because that's the last sound you make before Jake's shuddering and groaning underneath you, clutching at the last remnants of your dress bunched at your thighs.

There's a moment, a pause, where all you can hear is Jake's heavy breathing, but his staccato rhythm is cut off by him surging up to kiss you. It's full of satisfaction and warmth and a hint of gratefulness that turns your brain into mush.

"Mmm, good boy." You whisper against his lips and he exhales shakily into your mouth.

"Well, these pants are ruined now." Jake laughs a bit awkwardly, you think it's more at his reactions to your words and praises than at what you've done.

"Worth it." You press your lips to his soundly then grab your dress around your waist and fling the fabric backward onto the ground behind you. "Now, you got me all worked up, baby, time to show me what you can do."

[crafteeauthor]

So when the living assume their disguises are married (when not if) do the boys lean into it? They pass as an older straight couple so I can't imagine anyone Says anything about it per se but what do they do when people try to talk to them like they're married? Has some loser ever tried to refer to Edwin as "the old ball and chain" and if so did they survive the experience

[epiphainie]

post bucktommy wedding episode where tommy, karen, maddie, and athena get drunk together while their spouses are on shift and their logical brain turned off they get up to Shenanigans™️. it's all ofc led by missus karen wilson. athena tries to rein them in or at least pretends till she gets excited about something and then she's practically the second in command. maddie just giggles all night at everything, no one has any idea what she's saying, she has no idea what she's saying. tommy is just happy to be there, newly-minted in-law, smiling broad as he gets his hair pet for being a good boy and muscle strength taken advantage of in pursuit of their tomfoolery.

the b plot is obviously the 118 showing up to calls - kinda absurd but lowstakes calls - as they normally do but they're all feeling overcome by this foreboding sense of something ill-advised happening somewhere. they're weirded out as hell.

extra points if the wives leave the location just as the 118 arrive and they're the unwitting cause behind every incident. extra extra points if eddie is the only one who's having a normal chill day like, what are you guys talking about again, let go of this superstitious bs please

[eliounora]

wine tasting gets interesting

[stayatsam]

also working on an Ignaziu since ive only drawn them once but are living in my head nonstop