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I was rewatching X-men: First class and I need Michael Fassbender as Albert Wesker
want him so bad. need him to bend me into whatever position he wants me to be in, want him to tell me how cute i am and how well i’m taking his cock… telling me he loves me as he creams in my pussy and pulls out for a moment as i relax my legs, closing my eyes only for them to shoot open again cuz he slapped me, telling me he isn’t done while he holds my knees up to my ears and pushes into my tight butt, my arms wrapping around his neck because it fucking stings but the mix of his cum that dribbled down my pussy n into my asshole and his spit that he used to lube himself up relives the tight stretch, hardly, but i’d be too dumb at that point to even process the pain because i’d be too busy thinking about how i can feel him in my guts, how thick he is, how he groans when his tip pushes all the way in and how he calls me his good little wife and tells me how well i’m doing while he’s pounding my butt <333
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phone charm sample! :]
got this beanie to match my sweatshirt ✨
Excellent. Now you just need booty shorts that say something insane on the butt in the same font. your power will be unimaginable.
duo teeth dividers!!! all handmade by me
works best with dark site themes!!
other colors:
please reblog if using and credit somewhere if possible!!
[ID: Three sets of dividers depicting sharp teeth between a set of jagged horizontal lines. In each divider set, the first has a row of six sharp upper teeth with longer canines and two teeth behind, while the second has a row of six sharp smaller lower teeth with slightly longer canines and four teeth behind. The first set of dividers is an off-white bone color with a dark purple outline, the second is white with a dark gray outline, and the third is gray with a black outline. /End ID.]
adam wakes up, probes his side. rib gone, wound sticky. god's fingers have touched a place that will never be touched again. how does adam not curl up, swell and fall, beg god to touch him again. to touch him everywhere else. not just ribs but cheek, inner thigh, lap. the worst part of the side-wound is not that god penetrated you but that he won't do it again
anyway my phone layout is now omega mart themed bc im sexy like that
thinking about sitting on a couch, my head resting in a boy’s lap, and infodumping about my latest interest while he runs his fingers through my hair. i’m gesturing wildly and talking too fast and going off topic every other sentence, but he’s still nodding along and watching as if in that moment, my incoherent rambling is the most important thing in the world.
when i’m done, we switch spots. he talks about his newest interest with so much excitement and joy that i know i’m watching with the same gaze.
STOPP THIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE IM CRYING
hi love :) idk if you’d be comfortable with this, and it’s totally okay if not ! i was just thinking about something where the reader is pregnant and jj is all protective over her, comforts her when sad, gets her the things shes craving, stuff like that ! can’t wait for your next post <3
warnings; fluff, talks of pregnancy
pairing; dadtobe!jj x pregnant!fem!reader
notes; i am 1,000 percent comfortable with this, and i secretly always hoped i’d get a request like this cause it’s dad jj what’s not to love. in fact, send in as many as possible before requests close. hope you enjoy this little blurb i put together.
Your bare seven month pregnant belly is prominently showing past the linen sheets. It’s round and plump and everything JJ could’ve dreamt it would’ve been. So much so, he finds you an intense amount more attractive pregnant. Just something about you carrying his child made his mind do cartwheels and numerous tricks, and he’s reminded every time he sees the silky stretch of your stomach. Drove him absolutely senile.
Occasionally he’ll walk by you, taking in the bump forgetting that it’s there— only to fall weak in the knees all over again. ‘Shit, yeah she’s definitely pregnant still.’ Thoughts similar to those encapsulate his mind in a manner of just hopelessly desiring for the moment to come.
Ready to give the little being, all of the excess love he had to spare— the love he never got as a child.
He’s sauntering exhaustedly about the bedroom searching for his work pants, he was anyway. Now, he can’t help but bore gawkingly at his pregnant girlfriend. Hair every which way, dribble of drool leaving from your parted mouth, sun peeking through the blinds accentuating every angle. There he stood in nothing but his boxers still thinking you were as alluring as could be.
He’s snapped from his staring trance, upon tripping not even recalling that he’d begun prancing around again because he’s relishing in sheer elation. And there they were— the Goddamn work pants. And there you were stirring from sleep, a thud as echoing as that could not be unheard. Scrambling from the floor, briefly like it never happened.
‘Shit,’ it stings past his lips, silently cursing himself. His main concern is if he’s caused you and the baby to wake up. If he’s interrupted your oh so sweet slumber, or if somehow his fall would make the baby fall too. You weren’t sure where JJ studied baby logic from, but it’s pushed him into a insanity state of overprotectiveness. Not annoying though— any instinct of a true father that worries for the health or his baby and his lover more than his own.
It’s then that he’s hovering over you, one fist digging desperately into the sultry mattress by your resting head. The other, rubbing soothing circles over your cheek bone at the glint in your eye. He merely wishes to crawl back into bed, and rot there with you for eternity.
“How’d you fall this time?”
Your sleep ridden voice encapsulates his slouching over figure, and his grin is toothy sharing gaze with you. Pleased that you were the one baring his child, along with taking note that he needed to stop being so fucking clumsy.
“Damn work pants, baby.”
“Why aren’t you at work yet, J?”
“Couldn’t find em’.”
JJ has excess time to spare before work, though what you don’t know won’t hurt you. His coddling intentions are tenfold this morning, he subsequently couldn’t compensate for going to work today— not when you look like this, and not when he has his little angel to console every waking minute. You are loss for words at your dopey boyfriend.
JJ lowers himself, towards your lips. His sinewy muscles bulging in intricacy as his weight is held in one arm, large hand now cupping your cheek with everlasting touch. He’s about to butter you up, like a freshly toasted golden brown piece of bread with the creamiest butter to exist.
His lips coat yours slowly, humming into it with remedy. Aiming for it to be sloppy, and as lovingly-long as could be. You kiss back— hands finding the tufts of hair at the back of his neck in sovereignty. It’s powerful, useful, but it’s not enough to get JJ through the day.
“Was thinkin’-“ Kiss.
“About …” Kiss.
“Stayin’ home today …” Kiss.
Every one just as breathless as the last.
“You can’t, JJ.”
Nevertheless, he’s just as careless mouth leaving your lips empty only to travel in a downward spiral. Your collar bone, your chest, and your stomach. Leaving a trail of heavenly kisses, paying extra careful attention to the belly that’s beneath his lips. Three extra pecks are given— representing an ‘I love you’.
“I’ll just pick up an extra shift tomorrow, baby.”
“But we still have to buy-“
“Shh. Leave the worrying to me, okay?”
You grin back at him sleepily and wholeheartedly, rubbing your palm over the tainted skin of your better. A grumble or two settling in, the baby having your appetite unquenchable.
So full of love you can barely take it.
“I want waffles … with those little chocolate chips! F-from the bakery down the road!”
“As many as you want, pretty girl … whatever you want.”
He could be diagnosed with being lovesick, hovering over you again as if you were bound to shatter.
warriors au where theyre all show cats but the levels of drama and intensity are just as high
Ok i have an idea,
The song Its Tough To Be A God, but animated with 035 and 049 (but like younger and in love oooOOOo) 049 as Tullio and 035 as Miguel
049 being reserved and staying in a box of sorts
and 035 just being a theater kid very out going pulling 049 around shit like that
(For the part of the song were they say " Be deified when really youre a sham" i kinda want 049 to take a bit off a grape vine)
Please i NEED to see it and im not good enough with digital to make it
IF THIS GETS OUT NEEDS A MOVIE YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDDDD
give me an AU where the gang accidentally purges Jonah in season 2, and then they have to spend the rest of the series trying to convince the other avatars that Very Confused, Mild-Mannered Himbo OG Elias is still housing the Eye’s most powerful servant.
smarter enemies like Jude and Annabelle are getting Suspicious and keep trying to visit the Institute to check. Elias remembers exactly 0 things about Jonah or being possessed and is no help at all. Jon keeps trying to make him study old letters while Tim and Martin have decided to just accompany Elias to all Jonah’s supernatural meetings and Weekend-at-Bernies their way through.
it’s a sitcom now:
Elias still thinks he’s mid-20′s and looks up to Jon as a nerdy big brother type.
there’s a running gag where Rosie can resolve any situation no matter how occult, dire, or how little she understands it.
whenever an avatar is Fooled by OG Elias they walk away saying “Jonah seemed a little different but I can’t put my finger on it” before being realizing something like “oh wait, he was wearing argyle! he hardly ever wears argyle!” and not questioning it any further.
jonmartin have nearly kissed like five times but they’re both still convinced they’re unrequited
DID SOMEONE SAY HARRISON KNOTT AND BREEDING KINK?????
This man has your knees pressed to your chest as he fucks you so deep.
"Harri, s'big," you can barely speak, having lost count of how many times he's made you come.
"I know, such a big stretch for a little thing like you. But you take me so well. Gonna be such a pretty mama, carrying our baby."
His dirty talk would be top tier and he'd fuck me all night long I just know it!
fuck he’s so nasty. he’s got a raging size kink and his breeding kink is just as bad. loves to watch his cock disappear into your pussy and he always marvels about how well you take him. and you know what it does to him when you tell him he’s too big. “i know, baby,” he’ll say. “but this sweet little pussy was made to take all of it.” 😭 and then when he’s fucking you after you decide to start trying for a baby? he’s insatiable. pumps you so full of cum and even slips a plug inside you to keep any from going to waste. he puts a pillow under your hips as well and tells you to stay like that “so it’ll take.” maybe he’s overdoing it but he doesn’t care. he’s just so eager to make you a mama, to watch your body change as it grows his baby.
“Child, state your name.”
He’s shivering, his clothes tattered and burnt beyond repair, shuriken scattered across the forest he was ambushed in. His eyes can barely open but he knows the man in front of him saved his life—and somewhere deep in his soul, his chakra whispers that he will not be harmed.
“Sasuke,” he utters, trying to stand up but failing. Instead, he cranes his head upwards and ignores the ache that travels down from his forehead to his neck. And he sees…
A dead man.
The apparition scowls at him, nudging his bruised back with his foot and lets out a judgemental, almost exasperated huff.
The last strings of consciousness are snapped as his eyes roll to the back of his head. He must be in Hell, is the final thing he tells himself.
At the Wave mission, Sasuke still jumps in front of Haku's attack aimed at Naruto but instead of waking up to his teammates, he finds himself misplaced in time, as one does. Weird things have happened in Sasuke’s life before—but staring up at a man whose hairstyle looks exactly like Madara Uchiha’s with Sharingan eyes threateningly swirling at him has now reached the top of his list.
“The Switch” is the first transgender sitcom in history starring trans/non-binary lead cast, this is EVERYTHING
hear me out-
jay and kid lloyd bonding over having been bullied
i need ink to win. my other go to's died so fast, please ink, please
I finished my first sweater! It’s not perfect–I need to take in the sleeves, for starts–but given that it’s my first ever and I gridded out the text from scratch, I’m really damn proud of it.
Fair Isle grid below, for anyone who wants to use it. Ignore the pencil marks–this was scanned mid-project:
I have never been so jealous of a piece of candy
Love me, love me. Say that you love me!!!!
Fool me, fool me. Go on and fool me!
Love me, love me. Pretend that you love me
Leave me, leave me.Just say that you need me
