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Maybe let him host the customers instead
give me hq pics nowwww
blessing y’all’s feed with this edit i just made 🙂↕️
yes i just edited him to zayn now what
Of course i actively like- no. Adore Caitlyn when the majority starts to turn against her.
I love complex characters that make you feel. Yes, make bad decisions for good reasons, have good motives and take wrong actions, be good and be bad, be complex, in all your fictional beauty master being real, being human, being too much.
Shawn Hatosy as Dr. Jack Abbot THE PITT | 1.14
i don’t need my enemies to lovers to fuck no i need them to break each others bones on tuesday and then remember what deadly allergies their enemy has to make sure that they can poison them when they have an “interrogation appointment” on thursday. i will call it domestic violence in a way that they both want it like “yeah i got my brains fucked yesterday” oh i’m sure you did however it’s a grade 2 concussion
I need this woman to shove her entire hand up my vagina like a thanksgiving turkey
Would let him make me Juno any time any day
Need him in the ways that are concerning to feminism
Bro looks a lil teww good in s2 shes actually driving me insane 🤗☺️😚😋🫠
FUCK AROUND & FIND OUT
it’s one of those sultry afternoons where everything feels gross and itchy, and you end up tangled with tashi, your bestfriend since childhood, all teeth, sweat, and filthy fucking tension. nothing sweet about it—just spit, slick, and the kind of grind that makes you see stars.
pairing: tashi duncan x fem!reader | tashi duncan x vulva-bodied!reader
content warnings: tribadism (f/f grinding), clothed & partially-clothed dry humping, mutual degradation kink, frantic sex, messy/wet/cumplay undertones, hair pulling, nipple play, rough kissing. MDNI
It was one of those heat-choked afternoons that felt like time had given up and just started melting — thick air, sweat-sticky skin, and every single second dragging its balls through molasses. The fan did jack shit but push warm air around like a lazy drunk blowing breath in your face. Everything felt gross and slow and itchy. The TV was on in the corner, spitting out those trashy early-2000s music videos like background radiation — half-naked pop stars grinding on sand or leather couches, and every now and then, one of you would hum along without even realizing it, like the heat had cooked your brains just enough to make you forget you had control over your own fucking mouth.
Tashi was sprawled out like a bored brat in a porno scene, half on her stomach, flipping through some beat-up Cosmo that probably still smelled like her older sister’s weed stash and old perfume. Her legs kicked aimlessly in the air, watermelon gum popping every couple of minutes like a goddamn metronome of irritation. That sound was enough to make you twitch — snap, snap, snap — loud in the stifling quiet. You were slouched somewhere in the disaster zone of pillows and tangled sheets that had once been a bed, sweat plastering your tank top to your back, your sleep shorts clinging to your ass like a second skin. Hair stuck to your neck. Every breath felt like licking the inside of a fucking sauna.
Tashi groaned like a dying animal, flinging the magazine away like it had tried to assault her. “Fuck me, I’m gonna drop dead from boredom.”
You didn’t even look up from your phone. “You say that every ten minutes.”
“Because it’s true every ten minutes, dumbass.” Another snap of gum, and then a pillow flying straight into your lap. “Seriously, what the fuck are we even doing?”
You barely shrugged. “Existing.”
She made this dramatic gagging noise like you’d just told her to meditate. “Jesus. You’re so fucking boring sometimes, babe, I swear to God.”
“Eat shit,” you muttered, glancing up just in time to see that feral glint in her eye — the one that always meant trouble was two seconds away and smiling like the devil.
Her toes jabbed you. Sharp. Annoying. On purpose.
You flinched, swatting at her leg. “The fuck? Cut it out.”
She grinned like a little demon and did it again — harder.
“Tashi, I’m not playing.”
“Oh, yeah?” she chirped, all fake-innocent sass. “What’re you gonna do, cry about it?”
You grabbed a pillow and launched it straight into her smug face, grinning like a jackal. The sound it made was perfect — a soft thwump followed by her surprised bark of laughter. She caught it, lunged, and suddenly you were both in it — flailing and grabbing and cackling like feral children on a sugar high, the sheets twisting around your legs as you wrestled like you were six again, except you weren’t. Not even close.
Your hand got in her hair. Her elbow jammed into your ribs. She shrieked with laughter as she pinched your side and you squealed like she’d stabbed you. It wasn’t cute. It was messy, breathless, chaotic. Your tank tops had ridden up, shorts twisting tight between your thighs. Every movement left you more tangled, more flushed, more wound up with that tense, vibrating heat that had fuck-all to do with the weather.
Then suddenly she had your wrist, twisted and pinned, her body hovering above yours with this wicked glint in her eye. Her thighs locked around your waist, warm, damp, and snug, her skin slick with sweat where it pressed against yours. She was breathing hard, but grinning — eyes alight with something mean and teasing and way too fucking aware.
“Say it,” she panted, cocking her head, smirk wide and full of teeth. “Say ‘uncle’.”
“In your fucking dreams,” you spat, writhing beneath her.
She leaned down, her face inches from yours, breath hot and sweet with gum. “You’re so full of shit.”
And then she rocked her hips — just a little. Just enough to make your breath catch. Enough to feel it.
The shift was instant — one slow grind of her cunt against your stomach and the mood flipped like a switchblade. That smug little roll of her hips wasn’t playful anymore. It was calculated. Slow. Wet. Her pussy already leaking through those paper-thin shorts, leaving a warm smear across your skin that made your whole body twitch. She felt it too — the way your stomach clenched, the way your breath hitched like someone had yanked the air out of your lungs. Her mouth curled like a knife.
“Hey,” she breathed, all low and dirty, like a secret she’d been waiting to unwrap. “You fucking like that.”
You should’ve told her to fuck off. You should’ve shoved her away. But you didn’t. Couldn’t. Not when her cunt was grinding down like that — slow and heavy, soaked enough to make your stomach shine where she dragged over you. The shorts didn’t hide shit. Just spread the mess.
You bucked up without meaning to, chasing it, and her laugh was this hot, breathless little sound that hit straight in your gut.
“Oh, baby,” she cooed, teeth flashing. “You’re practically begging already.”
“Bite me,” you hissed, but your voice was shaking. Soft. Pathetic.
She leaned in, her lips brushing yours — not kissing, just hovering, teasing. “Yeah? Want me to? Want me to fucking mark you up like a little bitch in heat?”
You didn’t get a chance to answer. Her mouth crashed into yours, all spit and teeth and desperation. No build-up. No hesitation. She kissed like she wanted to break something — her lips hot and wet, her tongue shoving past your teeth like she owned the place. The gum was still in her mouth, mashed between you, sweet and sticky and obscene. You tasted it. Felt it smear across your lips.
“Nnghhh…” you groaned into her mouth, and she swallowed the sound like it was dessert.
Her hips never stopped. That sloppy, filthy grind got rougher, wetter, her clit grinding hard against your abdomen. Every move dragged more slick from her cunt, the wet spot on her shorts blooming bigger by the second, smearing a mess across your stomach. Your own hips started moving, rutting up, instinctive and shameless, trying to match the rhythm, to chase that sweet, aching drag of friction.
Tashi broke the kiss with a laugh, gasping against your lips. “Look at you. Fucking humping me like a dog. You that needy, huh?”
You grabbed her ass and yanked her down harder. “Aaahhh!—” she gasped — this high, surprised little sound that made your head spin.
“You’ve got some fucking nerve,” you spat, fingers digging into the curve of her ass hard enough to bruise. “You’re dripping all over me and I’m needy?”
She laughed again, mean and breathless, her hips slamming down harder. “Fuck, yeah, you are. You feel that? Feel how wet I am for you? Could drown you in it.”
You bit her. Right on the shoulder. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her flinch and groan — “Nnghhh—” loud and hot, her whole body jerking.
“Jesus fuck,” she gasped, clenching her thighs tighter around your waist. “Do that again and I’ll cum on your stomach right now.”
“Oh, yeah?” you growled, flipping her off-balance, grabbing her hips and grinding her against you even harder. “You’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you? Getting off like a desperate slut while I’m stuck here covered in your mess.”
“Ahh—fuck—” she moaned, no words — just a sound, raw and ruined, as she ground down like her life depended on it.
“Take your top off,” you snapped, already tugging at the hem of hers, dragging it up past her tits. She didn’t argue — just peeled it off, tits bouncing free, her bra shoved down useless under them. You reached up, grabbed a handful, thumbing over her nipple until it hardened like a bullet.
“Fuck, that’s it,” she whimpered, her head falling back, hips grinding faster, more frantic now. “Touch me — fuck — I’m so close already — this is so fucking good—”
You pinched her nipple hard.
She choked on a moan, her whole body trembling.
“You’re such a fucking wreck,” you muttered, licking up the sweat between her tits, your teeth scraping the swell of one. “Little cunt-hungry bitch just needed something to grind on, huh?”
She nodded, wild-eyed, hair stuck to her face, her whole body flushed and dripping. “Yeah,” she panted. “Yeah — fuck, I needed it so bad — I’m so fucking close — please — just a little more—”
You grabbed her shorts, yanked them halfway down her thighs, not even bothering to take them off. Her pussy was soaked — the crotch dark, slick, practically painted in cum. You pushed your own down just enough, then grabbed her by the hips and slammed her cunt down on yours.
The sound it made was obscene — wet, smacking, like slapping raw meat. Both of you moaned at the contact — “Ahhh—” “Nnghhh—” — bare, slick heat against bare, slick heat, the friction perfect and raw and fucking criminal.
“Holy fuck,” she gasped, fingers digging into your shoulders. “Oh my god, oh my fucking god—”
“You like that?” you hissed, rocking up hard into her, the wet drag of clit on clit making your head spin. “Fucking take it. Rub that dirty cunt on mine. Want you to make a mess on me.”
She lost it. Grinding hard, fast, desperate now. Hips slamming down in messy, sloppy circles. Her moans were loud and high and completely unhinged. You were both soaked — thighs slick, the whole bed probably stained with the mess of it.
“God — fuck — I’m cumming — I’m gonna fucking—” she shrieked, her body locking up.
You grabbed her ass and slammed her down one last time — and that was it. She came with a strangled, breathless cry, legs shaking, her cunt grinding hard against yours like she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. Her whole body twitching, riding it out, milking every fucking second of it.
You weren’t far behind. The second her clit dragged over yours just right, you were gone — hips jerking, mouth open in a silent moan — “Aaahhh—” — the orgasm ripping through you hard and fast and fucking mean. Your thighs clenched, your back arched, and you came with a strangled, gasping growl, grinding your cunt up into hers like you could melt together.
The room spun. You weren’t even sure if you were breathing.
When it finally eased, you collapsed into the sweat-soaked sheets, limbs tangled, your cunt still twitching, still leaking, still pressed up against hers in a hot, messy smear.
Tashi was giggling — this breathless, fucked-out laugh that shook her whole body.
“Holy shit,” she panted, resting her forehead on your chest. “We’re fucking disgusting.”
You grinned, chest heaving, sweat dripping from your brow. “Yeah. And you love it.”
She didn’t deny it. Didn’t need to.
hello tumblr it's rotg week yknow what that means . it's been too long since I've drawn pitch sorry gang here he is
i have a plane ride home today that's gonna be 2 billion year so maybe you'll get more pitch art idk no promises
this took me like an hour tho I fear something incomprehensible overtakes me when I draw him
Taller than me, richer than me, CHALANT, funny, manly, great sense of style, intelligent, pretty, smells good, kisses the floor I walk on, profound personality.
caleb xia writes fanfiction abt himself and mc—send tweet
i forgot i sent other asks soooo, its all good baby
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awww baby ur so sweet :(
actually, everything on the prompt list but its things i need you to say to me before + while you talk me through it
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oh baby come over and i'll talk you through it i promise, let me take care of you and make you feel good pretty
hi pretty baby!
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hiii babyyy im so sorry i havent answered ur asks, i hope u forgive me, please i'll do anything for you to let you forgive me
i go CRAZYYY for switch!billie.
esp since im actually the switchiest switch to ever have switched
switch!billie canons? 🙏🙏
switch!billie headcanons
→ switch!billie who teases you all night just to end up begging under you the second the door closes
→ switch!billie who calls you “baby” and “pretty girl” while you ride her, moaning into your mouth
→ switch!billie who slaps your ass and pulls your hair one night, then whines for you to choke her the next
→ switch!billie who gets cocky until you pull her hair and she folds instantly
→ switch!billie who says “you’re mine” while her legs are shaking under your touch
→ switch!billie who grinds on your thigh while fingering you, both of you desperate and clinging
→ switch!billie who makes you beg on your knees and then collapses when you get your hands on her
→ switch!billie who tugs your panties down with her teeth, but goes breathless when you push her on her back
→ switch!billie who says “you gonna be good for me?” while already soaking the strap you’re putting on
→ switch!billie who marks you up with bruises and scratches and then asks sweetly, “can I have one too?”
→ switch!billie who moans louder than you when you ride her strap and talk dirty in her ear
→ switch!billie who brats just so you’ll pin her down and fuck her until she can’t talk
→ switch!billie who ties you up one night, and then the next begs you to do the same to her
→ switch!billie who’ll dom the shit out of you until she’s whining and whimpering under your fingers ten minutes later
holy shit, you trigger me so bad, im in class i can't take this :(
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im in class too baby. now stop being so needy, be a good girl and wait till we get home, yeah? i promise you im going to reward you so good for being patient.
running full speed to your place btw
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im waiting for you baby, my panties are already soaked thinking about the things we're gonna do to each other.