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for all the things i dislike in this show i'm actually happy that they're leaning more into the seraphite and wlf war
may the freak be with you or whatever they said
okay i'm starting the new tlou episode literally right after watching dead city. today has been insane in terms of shit to watch
└ mikko in the handshake line with some old friends | round one, game seven: col vs. dal | 5.3.25
I censored it because I don’t know how tumblr works but I’ll be uncensored on insta annny way eat up you scoundrels
Bill in the remakes 🌞🌙
Meme day and night mode
Starting 2025 by drawing about my comfort movie
we need eve and alien!reader smut so baddd ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)
CW. NSFW, yandere!reader, wlw, aggressive oral, overstimulation, choking.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft hum of ambient light filtering through the clouds outside the window. You sat perched on the bed like a queen, long limbs sprawled in lazy confidence, watching Eve pace the room with that signature scowl and arms crossed like she was trying to hold herself together.
She was frustrated. Again.
“You don’t listen to anyone,” Eve snapped, stopping mid-step, pink eyebrows furrowed. “You don’t understand boundaries. You—!”
You tilted your head slowly, like you always did when she got like this. Curious. Patient. Just a little amused.
“You angry?” you asked, voice smooth and low, like honey poured over a blade. “You want me... far?”
Eve froze, eyes narrowing, face flushing. “Don’t twist this! I’m serious!”
You rose to your feet in one fluid motion, the fabric of your loose shirt falling off one shoulder. Eve's breath caught. You closed the space between you slowly, hips swaying in that inhuman, seductive grace that made everything feel like a hunt.
“Eve...” you purred, circling her. “Why you always red when I close?”
“I’m not red!” she protested, but her voice cracked halfway through. “I’m just—!”
You slipped behind her, arms curling gently around her waist, pulling her back into your chest. Your lips brushed the shell of her ear as you whispered, “Liar.”
Eve shivered.
You moved one hand up to rest over her heart, the other trailing down her waist. Her breathing hitched.
“You say no,” you whispered, “but body says yes.”
“I—” Her voice was breathless now. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You want I stop?” you murmured, voice all velvet and smoke.
Silence.
Then a weak, “No.”
A smirk spread across your lips. You turned her around and kissed her—slow at first, tasting her hesitation, then deeper, hungrier, tongue pushing past her lips with a kind of wild, invasive passion. She whimpered into your mouth, knees nearly giving out as you held her steady. You pulled back just enough to whisper:
“You soft. Sweet. I don’t want stop touching you, Eve.”
Her hands fisted in your shirt.
“Then don’t,” she whispered, eyes glazed, lips parted.
“You mine?”
She didn’t answer at first.
Then she mumbled, “Yeah... I’m yours, alien freak.”
You grinned like a predator, kissed her cheek, and curled protectively around her.
Eve’s voice was long gone — shredded hours ago — leaving only those raw, cracked little sobs that couldn’t even form words anymore.
You were still perched on her face like some starved beast, hips grinding in frantic, wet circles, that inhuman snarl tearing from your throat every time she so much as twitched her swollen lips against your cunt.
"More," you growled, fangs bared, the muscles in your thighs trembling as you shoved her deeper, suffocating against the plush mound of your pussy. Your claws left crescent-shaped dents in the headboard as you forced yourself down harder — riding her face with violent, animalistic need. "Guh— deeper. Lick."
Eve’s hands clawed weakly at your thighs, her face a mess of slick and spit, red hair matted to her flushed, tear-streaked cheeks. She was trying to push, trying to get air — but you didn’t care. Your cunt clenched too tight around her tongue, throbbing as another gush spilled, messy and hot, all over her nose and chin.
Her eyes rolled, glazed and fluttering, lashes soaked. Her body jolted once under you, chest arching like she was going to pass out.
And fuck — that just made you grind down harder.
"Mine," you snarled, voice guttural now, pupils blown wide like some feral thing. Your hips slapped down with a brutal smack, smearing more of your slick against her face as you rode her mouth like a rutting animal. "I said— mine, Eve."
Your claws grabbed fistfuls of her hair, yanking her face tighter against your dripping core. Her nose bumped against your swollen clit just right, and your back arched with a sharp, broken cry — vision blurring at the edges as you squirted again, flooding her mouth.
Eve’s body convulsed. Hands went slack.
"Ohhh," you hissed, body trembling. "You're sleep now? Hahh— pretty Eve... so pathetic now…"
But you didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Your hips were moving on their own now, chasing that raw, desperate friction as your swollen folds ground against her mouth, her chin, her slack tongue. Each roll made filthy, wet squelches fill the room, slick pouring down her throat while she lay helpless, body twitching under you.
"Your place is right here." Your voice cracked into a dark, shuddering moan, drool dripping from your open mouth as you fucked her face like a woman possessed. "You're mine. No running away now."
Your hips stuttered. Vision went white.
And with one last violent slam of your pussy against her face, you came again — harder than before, screaming as your slick gushed out in thick spurts, soaking her completely.
The bed creaked. Your claws tore holes in the sheets.
And as you finally slumped forward, panting over her limp form, you growled softly into her ear — voice hoarse but smug:
"...Told you. You stay red when I'm close."
— MASTERLIST ☆
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THIS PARTY NEVER STOPS! TIME IS DEAD AND LIFE HAS NO MEANING!
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*:･ﾟ༉‧₊˚.
max to kimi: "I can't believe you have all the equipment and the radio there" 😭
yeah we're officially done for. it's been fun.
“it has to be so painful for the colorado fans watching this”
eat my ass
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ fem!reader dating both thunderbolts!bucky and thunderbolts!yelena ˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚
okay powerplay time to pretend we're gonna shoot for 1 minute and 58 seconds
wait i'm actually nervous what
lil galentines treat
Inferno :: abandon all hope, ye who enter here
I CANNOT stop thinking about getting pounded against the wall by pyramid head, the only thing keeping you still against it so you don't fall is his big strong hand choking your neck soo tight that you could barely even breathe while your leg is wrapped around his hips and he's pistoling his fat veiny cock so deep inside of you with every hard thrusts, his tip kissing your cervix and exploring your tight walls with every rut of his hips against you, oh and it's big, it's long and so fucking thick it stretches your cunt so wide and open around him. He fucking ruins you and obliterates your poor little hole for anyone else that's gonna have you next so the only thing that your pussy would be useful and good for is his cock and his cock only, that's how much he stretches you and craves your hole, into a perfect match for his girth.
You're moaning and screaming but what's the point? It's not like anyone can hear you, you should’ve never let your curiosity get the best of you because who knows? Maybe no one is ever gonna see you again because he's gonna keep you there with him and fuck you and use your (his) tight hole whenever he fucking wants and feels like it to please himself, your his little plaything now, his little cum dump to fuck and fill with his load over and over again.
challengers (2024) // bones and all (2022) dir. luca guadagnino
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i cant stop thinking about heavyyyy masochist nogogglesvincible like i already know that man LOVES getting slapped and degraded and it just turns him on even more. god i need that freak 🙂↕️
oh absolutely. this freak is definitely a switch all the way through. him and his version of reader have a weird relationship that nobody bothers to question. it started out as hate fucking at first, and then it turns into reader being the only one he can get it on with. it’s an unusual attachment, really, like a stray cat latching onto a random stranger and following them around. it’s not sweet. . . but it’s not all hate either. whenever he tops, he likes to admire the scratches left on his shoulders and back in the mirror. when he bottoms, he eggs them on to choke him, bite at him, curse him while his eyes roll into the back of his head at the feeling. he is such a LOSERRR UGH