#you captured him perfectly

[ritzcrackerswgooglyeyes]

LMAO YOU MADE FANART?????

(That is Frodo Lord of the Rings, Dominic Manoohoo is the guy who played Merry)

(this is one of the best things I've ever seen)

[commsroom]

hephaestus station handyman 🧰 (by @jamisonrivv)

[fisheito]

rereading the nuca pink doujin and seeing yakumo tear himself apart re: his snake form vs his human form all this agony and self-doubt and silent suffering and fear of rejection like "if i looked less human would u hate me" , "if u saw me in my true form wouldn't that be horrible. terrifying. disgusting" , "if i admitted i want to swallow you whole would you think worse of me"

and i imagine him asking something like this to the crowd of clan members , who are , undeniably,, a group of Kinky Fuckers

they all smile with the serenity and carefully masked excitement of a horny olivine. masterful beautiful reassuring expressions (errr..... masked to different degrees depending on the clan member)

[sluckythewizard]

FIIIINALLY almost nailed my designs for lizzie and caspian can i get a HEEEELLL YEAAH???? i think these two make a vvery cute duo and i cannt wait to see them again. i also hope they both get hurt reaaaallly really badly. togeter

[peachsayshi]

@nyx-after-hours !!!!!!! ‼️🚨‼️🚨‼️

choso who makes you squirt for the very first time, having absolutely no clue what he’s just done to you - but knows instantly that he loves it.

your brain scrambles together the words to explain to him to its normal!! it’s natural!! it just means he made you feel real good!! but you have no time to make the words make sense because he’s already pushing your legs further apart, forcing you to relax back into the sheets & damn determined to make you do it again. the wetness of your previous orgasm stains his face and the sheets but in choso’s mind… he needs more.

his eyes are blazed wide like a man desperately searching for water as his face returns between your thighs. he grips them in his large hands, encouraging you to use him and do whatever you need to make yourself come for him again. not that it’s surprising. this man devotes himself to your pleasure, unintentionally overstimming you is the norm with choso - sweet, sweet boy who’s only goal is to please you until you are completely spent.

he laps at you with vigour - every lick, swipe and suck laced with love as he completely devours your sacred sex with his goal in mind. it’s not long before you can feel it again. “ch-choso!” you squeak out, reaching for his hair as your head rolls back against the pillow. he murmurs a knowing sound as two fingers press deep inside. you instantly come undone once again, your essence gushing against choso’s mouth as he can’t help but moan happily, his hands gripping the plush flesh of your thighs even harder as he forces himself to stop lapping at your precious cunt. you breathe heavily, coming down from the sweet ecstasy he never fails to deliver as you try to ignore the soaked sheets underneath you.

“th-think you can -?” panting still, choso looks away bashfully for a moment as he adjusts himself onto his knees, gently stroking his neglected member left in lieu of pleasuring his favourite girl. his shyness fades, arousal building once again as he speaks more confidently.

“think you can do that on my cock, baby?”

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a/n: i had to write something quickly for him because i’m o b s e s s e d

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

ALEX TURNER, RIO DE JANEIRO, BR. by Zackery Michael

[papayafiles]

LANDOSCAR NATION WAKE UP THEY'RE BACK

[yourdrugisafartbreaker]

I think it is commendable that one man can make me eat out of the palm of his hand with sports documentaries about teams that have never won a title, robots in space talking about football, and talking about the rise and crash (not fall) of the last major third party in America

[joelsdagger]

ohhhhhhh i've been WAITING for this one cat. FUCK.

"Ohh, poor thing," he admonishes gently, "You want something in your mouth to help you stay quiet?" his hand comes up to brush against your face, "Hm? You need something to suck on?" Your brain feels empty but you nod anyway, eyelashes fluttering as he wastes no time in slipping the middle and index of his left hand past the wetness of your lips. You suck immediately, closing your eyes and feeling them roll behind your lids as he fucks two of your holes at once, just taking, using.

oh god. he's so filthy i can't do this.

Is this why I'm here, you can't help but think to yourself, did I only get this job so he could play with me like some kind of doll?

*ding ding ding ding* yes bitch you are correct.

A few seconds later his blue polka dotted tie appears in front of your face, and then he's carefully settling the soft material between your lips, pulling back and tying it meticulously behind your head. A makeshift gag.

FUCK. it's so over for me. slow down please we're going too fast.

No, sir, you want to whisper, but you can't. All you can do is nod slightly and grip the desk when he starts to fuck you in earnest, thrusting deep and hard before pulling out and doing it all over again. Your thighs quiver and shake against the cool wood, and as you lay there and let him take, you spot something out of the corner of your eye. A framed picture of a family - his family. You avert your eyes, turning your head slightly to see where his left hand is gripping your shoulder as he fucks you - you spot the wedding ring immediately. Christ.

jesus christ-this is so messed up and 'm so here for it.

the first time i read a dave york fit was back in 2022 (??) and it remains one of my favorite fics to this day and this one is right next to it on my list. cat, the way you write smut and dirty talk you just make the simplest things so....filthy and it's so fucking delish.....your brain needs to be propped up in a museum. thank you for sharing with us <33

forget my charms (dave york x f!reader) 18+

a/n finally watched equalizer 2 and he's been living in my mind rent free! i don't really know what this is tbh, it was kind of a challenge to myself to try and write a drabble because i'm notoriously bad at keeping fics short & sweet. so i'm not sure how i feel about the lack of real story here but we go anyway! enjoy & please be sure to read the warnings! summary: your new boss gives you a memorable first day. rating: 18+ explicit warnings: fingering, lap sitting, power imbalance, infidelity, unprotected p in v (doggy), creampie, finger sucking, dirty talk, praise kink, tie used as a gag word count: 1.5k

You only met him this morning. It had been brief, his office just one stop of many on your guided tour the first day of your new job. Your co-worker had tapped lightly on his door, opened it a crack and told him he should come meet the new hire. Your stomach had turned when you'd heard him sigh deeply on the other side - you were already feeling out of place, more than a little like a fish out of water, and the concept of disrupting the boss on the first day wasn't appealing in the slightest.

But he'd been gracious. He'd come to the door and opened it wider, stood beneath the arch with an appraising little smile on his lips as he looked at you. It had been memorable, the way he'd taken your hand in his large palm and squeezed, peering at you with something attentive in his eyes, almost... intrigued. Welcome, he'd told you, it's lovely to meet you.

And now, only hours later, his fingers are in your pussy.

Pumping slow and deep, rhythmic and filthy as you lounge in his lap with your legs wide and your head resting languidly against the heat of his neck. He's got your skirt pulled up, one big hand spread firm over your trembling belly while he fucks you with his middle and index. The flickering blue of his computer monitor is your only source of light, showering his office in a dim glow.

You whimper and his fingers still, lodged deep inside your heat. He hushes you softly, strokes your tummy with his thumb and leans back slightly in his chair.

"Shh, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice low and husky, "Don't want the night crew to know what we're doing in here, now do we?"

No, you certainly don't. Can't even imagine what the reaction would be were anyone from the office to know you're being fingered by the boss on your first day. You bite down on your lip and lean back into his lap, look down with hooded eyes as he slowly resumes the slow plunge of his fingers. They're so thick, coated in a clear gloss of your release that glows blue in the light. He places his thumb on your clit, applies pressure, and you let out another pathetic whimper.

"Ohh, poor thing," he admonishes gently, "You want something in your mouth to help you stay quiet?" his hand comes up to brush against your face, "Hm? You need something to suck on?"

Your brain feels empty but you nod anyway, eyelashes fluttering as he wastes no time in slipping the middle and index of his left hand past the wetness of your lips. You suck immediately, closing your eyes and feeling them roll behind your lids as he fucks two of your holes at once, just taking, using.

Is this why I'm here, you can't help but think to yourself, did I only get this job so he could play with me like some kind of doll?

You can't quite believe you're even in this situation. You'd stayed late in order to make a good impression, still had some things you needed to figure out at your desk anyway. Everyone else had slowly trickled out of the office, until you'd realized all that remained was you and Mr. York. He'd smiled at you through the open blinds of his office, leaning back in his chair with his legs wide and his arms stretched behind his head. He'd brought one down when your eyes had met, crooked his finger as if to say, Come here for a minute.

You'd gotten up from your desk and entered his office, anxiety building in the pit of your stomach. You'd hoped you weren't about to be reprimanded for something you thought would impress him.

But he didn't reprimand you. He didn't mention the fact that you were staying late, didn't ask about how the job was treating you, if there was anything you needed, no. Instead, he'd looked you up and down again with that assessing, calculative stare and murmured, "Can you come sit in my lap for a little while, sweetheart?"

You suppose you could've said no. Probably should have, actually. That would have been the most logical thing to do - slam the door and quit your job, maybe even sue for harassment. Anyone else probably would have. But you'd taken one look at his crotch, seen the noticeably thick shape that bulged against his thigh, and realized he'd been sitting there watching you for who knows how long. He'd gotten that hard just from looking, assessing.

Fuck it.

"There you go," he breathes softly now, peering at you with dark and imploring eyes as he fucks your mouth and pussy, "That's a good girl, honey, I know," his brow furrows when you whine around his fingers, "I know, baby. You're doing so good."

He rocks you in his lap like you belong there, and it's impossible not to feel the way his clothed cock throbs against your ass. You want to see it so badly, want to touch it, taste it - but he doesn't give you the opportunity. Instead, he circles his thumb against your clit until you're shaking in his arms, hands gripping anything you can reach - the chair, your knee, his wrist. Your orgasm rolls through you and his fingers muffle the sound of your whines, your gasps, until your bones feel like jelly and your heart has slowed. He stills his movements again and lazily pulls all four fingers out of you, watches you breathe deeply and fall back against him with goosebumps rising on your skin.

"Get up now, baby. Bend over the desk for me," he tells you in that low voice, "Show me your pussy."

You pull yourself out of his lap on extremely shaky legs but obey his orders, inching forward a little to position yourself against his desk. You can feel his eyes on you as you reach back and pull yourself apart for him, show him where his fingers have invaded and explored, opened you up and made you drool.

"Juicy little thing," you hear him murmur, and then his belt buckle is jangling and you know what comes next. Legs still trembling, you keep holding yourself open and push yourself further down onto the desk, skirt pulled high and panties still hanging off one of your ankles.

He's filling you up in no time at all, cock plunged deep to the hilt and so much bigger than you'd anticipated. His tip kisses a spot inside of you that you're not sure anyone's ever been able to reach, and against your own volition you moan, low and long, full of pleasure and desperation.

You hear him tsk somewhere above you, "You really can't stay quiet can you?" He says it softly but it's full of condescension, like it's starting to genuinely bother him. Before you can apologize he's reaching down for something, still bottomed out completely inside of you as his arms and hands seem to do something out of sight. A few seconds later his blue polka dotted tie appears in front of your face, and then he's carefully settling the soft material between your lips, pulling back and tying it meticulously behind your head. A makeshift gag.

"Gotta learn to be quiet when I fuck you, okay?" he breathes, raspy and dark as he slowly pulls his cock from your pussy, only to feed it back to you again just as slow, "You don't want us to get in trouble, do you?"

No, sir, you want to whisper, but you can't. All you can do is nod slightly and grip the desk when he starts to fuck you in earnest, thrusting deep and hard before pulling out and doing it all over again. Your thighs quiver and shake against the cool wood, and as you lay there and let him take, you spot something out of the corner of your eye.

A framed picture of a family - his family.

You avert your eyes, turning your head slightly to see where his left hand is gripping your shoulder as he fucks you - you spot the wedding ring immediately. Christ.

But you don't stop it. You don't push him away, you don't leave. Even though you probably should. Even though the logical part of your brain is screaming at you that what's happening really shouldn't be, especially now that you know he's a married man.

You just let him use you. You let him fuck and fill you until he's gripping your hair in his fist and his cock is spasming and pulsing inside of you. You let him release his entire load inside your pussy, bare and messy. And then you let him pull you into his chair, tug the tie from your mouth and situate you back in his lap, still impaled on his cock.

Neither of you speak for a solid minute. He catches his breath while you try not to look at the photograph, to forget its existence entirely.

"The last one quit the first day," you hear him mumble, voice edged with tiredness, "But you won't, will you?" He thrusts shallowly inside of you, holds you against his chest as his cum starts to leak out and dribble down the hefty shape of his balls. "You'll let me do this, huh?"

What the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

[saephrond]

"I didn't mind standing still for this." But, this is absolutely the best! Thank you, @meluiloth | @mels-misc-art. I love your style, friend. Thank you for thinking of him and liking him enough to take the time. 💛

[saturncoyote]

Seal pup fanart! I hope it's not too ooc or I drew the design wrong haha

This is making me go insane I'm not sure how to explain it but you draw him in a way that makes him look very chewable and i mean that in the most positive way possible

i want to pop him into my mouth and chew him like gum

[linpunny]

“Burn out the stars with you. I want every part of you.”

@saeyaki thank you for this stunning piece of my husband Taiju and I 🥹🥹😭😭😭

*dont fooking steal or repost cause that’s weird

[ofallthingsnasty]

Oh, Arthur....

rare moment. color for now.

[pastafossa]

A friend wanted to see a picture of my old kitty and I couldn't get a good one of him at the moment (he's snoozing upstairs) so I went looking for some old ones before he got cancer. And damned if it made me cry looking at them but whatever.

My faithful old kitty Cato. Sleeper next to my pillow for 16 years, my constant shadow, hopefully for a little longer.

And there are many, many, many sections of TRT that were written and edited one-handed since he likes me to hold him like this.

I love him so much.

[sweetiebunbuns]

Kurosawa boyfailured so hard until he bagged the man of his dreams

[jils-things]

i wanna do the "im not calling you a good boy bit" BUT I JUST DON'T KNOW WHO TO DRAW!!!!