#wines i had

[podcastwizard]

literally drinking a beer by the lake and still opened tumblr. some of us are beyond saving

[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

[jiyaneru]

baby, why don’t you come over? 🍷

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

This wine tastes like pigs blood!

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[ovaryacted]

CW: pregnancy, domesticity, brief mentions of childbirth.

I’ve had some wine and I just wanna spend five minutes talking about Logan and having a baby so bear with me for a second as I speak about nonsense lmao.

Logan who gets you pregnant by surprise, not expecting it completely but taking it in stride.

Logan who’s happy he claimed you properly, and now everyone can know you belonged to him.

Logan who smirks to himself every time he takes a glance at you as your belly grows bigger every week.

Logan who brings a big palm to the underside of your belly and lifts it up to take some strain off of your body from the heavy weight, very aware of his own strength and careful not to be too harsh with you.

Logan who sways side to side with you as he does so, humming a song that he mentally associates with you. You smile as you hear it in your ear.

Logan who lets you squeeze the ever lasting fuck out of his hand when you’re giving birth to your child, trying his absolute hardest not to say the wrong thing as you curse and scream with all the strength you could muster.

Logan who’s never smiled so wide or cried so much when he heard the loud cries of your child filling the medical room.

Logan who is so afraid of cradling something so small and pure in his hands, worried about holding her incorrectly or his claws peeking out from his own anxiety. But the moment his little girl coos at him, his nervous system calms and his heartbeat slows.

For once, he knows things will be okay, so long as he has his family.

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[vanmarkus]

TOMMY KINARD IN EVERY EPISODE ↳ S7E10 “All Fall Down”

[pseudowho]

You both forget. Every time.

Everything within you clenches, shivering and coming down from your high, in time to hear Kento gasp behind you, drowning in euphoria.

Cursing under his breath, Kento's thrusts become slower and shallower; he barely pulls out, groaning as his cock jerks within you, filling you with sluggish, sticky stripes of his seed. He gasps, face contorted in bliss, his powerful body buckling under the force of his peak. You only wish you could see his face, eyes closing to imagine it instead.

You couldn't move if you wanted to; the primal breeding centre of his brain urges his fingers to grip your hips with stunning force, holding you back onto him. You're vulnerable, impaled as he fills you, balls clenched tight and pulsing.

You grin, face down and goofy with pleasure, that core part of you satisfied to feel him spill himself inside you. You can almost hear the sanctuary in your belly, calling him home, drinking him in.

Every time. Every time, you forget.

Your husband finally comes back, behind you, having been replaced by a beast for a moment. You call out to him, your voice sweet and dopey.

"Hi, Kento."

"...y-yeah...hi."

"Hi."

Kento chuckles, low and breathless, holding you back onto him as he threatens to slip out. He realises.

Every fucking time.

"Shit, have you-- have you got anything...anything to hand?"

"Err..."

You hear him huff behind you, turning into a laugh. A low rumbling reassurance.

"Alright...move with me."

You giggle, moving your arse with his hips to keep him plugged within you. Kento splays his hand over the bed, hunting, hunting--

"Every time," he grumbles, floundering as his softening cock begins to slip out of you, "every fucking time-- been years-- think we'd remember--"

"Clearly my pussy game is just too good--"

"You're fucking right, too good-- distractingly good pussy game-- a-ha!"

Kento's hand clasps his discarded shirt, and you squeak when he claps his hand between your legs. You're laughing as you crumple forwards, his cock slipping free and his shirt being squashed between your legs. A telltale trickle of cum soaks into the soft fabric, just in time.

Every time.

You feel a trail of lazy, open-mouthed kisses down your spine, your hips, your sacral curve, squealing and laughing as his teeth nip into your bottom. You wiggle, certain you're still alluring with his cum-stained shirt between your legs. You're right; you are. It earns you a gruff little slap to the arse and you laugh again.

"...hang on--" Kento groans, wobbling on cum-drunk legs, his cock still half-hard, as if he'll have any life left in him before he passes out, face down on your breasts. "Hang on...you deserve better...than a fucking shirt."

"Noooo!" You cry, grinning as you snuggle under the duvet, your eyes drooping. "I love ruining your shirts."

"That's because you're tacky. And classless."

You laugh again, knowing he's right. You're protesting without protest when Kento returns, smirking and battling your legs open to retrieve his shirt and replace it with a warm flannel.

He wouldn't have it any other way. Every fucking time.

[cheeseburger443]

😒🍷...

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier performing at Forest Hills, NY

❝ Go Andrew. ❞

[theoldkyokodied]

Uploading all my Tomgreg art at once from the past few week before season 4 hits, who knows in what kind of mental state i'm gonna be once it does :')

[meirimerens]

pathologic fest day 19

"In the Darkness"

where nobody dwells but the earth herself

[sofiaruelle]

Happy Valentines Day!

[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"

[paiigemahoney]

Bobby Nash in 8x04

[dustybones]

BEEN COOKING WITH THE EPIC @cookabeara

we did our fav tactic of switching who draws what character and we each coloured/shaded diff pages

[duskier]

Cyber stalker Laswell who meets you as a server in a fancy restaurant. The bill she pays without a blink of her eye is about a week's worth of your pay.

You're obviously attracted to her from the second she's seated, how your eyes follow the silver necklace she's wearing down between the open buttons of her silk collared shirt. How then your eyes flick to her hands, pupils dilating when you find her ring finger bare. It's like the general sitting across from Laswell doesn't even exist. She immediately likes that about you, how quickly and easily she's able to capture your full attention.

She watches your tongue behind your teeth move as you take her order, determined not to fuck it up. You were still new to this job, but the authoritative aura Laswell gave off had you at attention. Even her little smiles and nods when you confirmed her order felt like rewards. Like a dog being clicker trained.

Laswell tests you- she doesn't like pets who are obedient just because they can't think for themselves. She asks you to pick out a wine for her. You offer to have the sommelier come by, but she just shakes her head. You feel like a deer caught in headlights.

When you bring her the wine, a glass of '91 Penfold Grange, you can't help but watch her take a sip. Raptured at the sight of her rolling the taste in her mouth, lost in the idea of licking it off of her tongue. Laswell looks you right in your eyes when she thanks you, tells you that it was an excellent choice. She might as well have bent you over the table and fucked you right there, it made you melt. How could she make you feel so much with so little said?

(When you went to the back, her empty glass in hand, no one noticed when you licked at the stains on the rim where her mouth was. The wine tasted fucking fantastic.)

She left you a tip well over what was necessary. More than what the bill actually was, a number with one too many zeroes that made you gasp. She wrote out that it was a thank you for your service, and you shove the note in your pocket.

...Your heart sunk at the fact that she hadn't left her number though. Of course she wouldn't, a classy older woman such as herself? She probably only entertained you out of pity, because you were working and she was a professional.

You went home in a needy daze, her note burning in your pocket. You could still smell her perfume, the scent inoffensive but strong. If you fingered yourself with the note held in your other hand, Laswell's looping blue-ink cursive making you clench on your fingers every time you glanced at it, you didn't feel shame for it. Too busy lost in her pretty eyes, the thought of sitting naked in her lap, the idea of her voice praising and guiding you to orgasm.

...

What a pretty show, Laswell thought. Before she'd even gotten home, she'd had connections find everything about you. For such a smart person, you put much too much about yourself online. Not to mention, an open laptop on your desk, right across from your bed? You're lucky Laswell is looking out for you, remotely setting up security so no one else could see through that camera. Only she should see how your pretty thighs clench and jerk as you cum, only she should hear her name on your lips like that.

You were perfect for Laswell, exactly her type. Smart, pretty thing just waiting for someone to scoop them up, take care of them properly and teach them how to be a good pet.