#and tommy. has such a chokehold on me
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IT’S DONE AND ONLY A DAY LATE
no seriously though, hlvrai is one of my favourite things on the internet . ever and all i really want to say is a huge thanks to RTVS for creating this goofy ass series 🧡🧡
happy 4 year anniversary funny half life :)
closeups under the cut incase tumblr slaughters the quality :D
and i know i drew the lambda the wrong way shush
#hlvrai#half life vr but the ai is self aware#gordon feetman#tommy coolatta#dr bubby#dr coomer#hlvrai fanart#sunkist coolatta#benrey#i’m tagging it benrey i don’t care#skeleton benrey#blues art#this series has me in a chokehold#and i wouldn’t have it any other way#rtvs#i’ll probably notice a fuckton of mistakes now that i’ve uploaded this but fuck it we ball#gman coolatta
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hot in the day, hot in the night, hot as the coal
coming to tread, light on your bed, here we go
oh, listen whistle roll
(baby the, the sun is getting low)
the bucktommy cowboy au nobody asked for part two (part one) (part three)
(song insp.)
#these two have me in a chokehold FR#look i just love the idea of them lying on the hood of their truck in the middle of the night sharing a beer and looking at the open sky#buck has one hand in the air tracing the constellations while the other is tangled loosely with tommys at his side#he's talking about how cool it is that different cultures will look at the same stars and draw different pictures#and isn't that a wonderful thing about humans? that we can look at the same set of dots in the sky and through them tell different stories#about what is SO important to us that it must be literally written in the sky? isnt that just amazing?#and tommy isnt looking at the constellations - how can he when theres a star of his own right next to him?#so its evan he's looking at when he softly lets out a quiet “...amazing”#...whoops my fingers slipped#ANYWAYS#stay tuned for more in this moodboard series because it WILL happen#the bucktommy cowboy au nobody asked for agenda is REAL#bucktommy cowboy au#otp: better ways to get your attention#bucktommy#kinkley#tevan#firepilot#fireflight#evan buckley#tommy kinard#911 abc#911 on abc#911 moodboard#em's moodboards#mine#im back on my cowboy bullshit
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Y’all. I am so serious when I say that I am getting married IRL on May 3rd and waiting for this May 2nd premiere is harder than waiting for my actual wedding. This hiatus is killing me.
#911 on abc#911 season 7#911 season 8#911 spoilers#buddie#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911#911 show#911 abc#911 fox#911 7x05#911 7x06#madney#madney wedding#buck x tommy#bucktommy#tevan#christopher diaz#evan buck buckely#bi buck#buckley diaz family#this show has me in a chokehold
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Readers: Is it really necessary for Tommy to ask the reader/oc if they’re a whore?
Authors/writers: …yes. It’s a canon event .
#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x you#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby x oc#tommy shelby x y/n#peaky blinders#peaky fucking blinders#peaky blinder imagine#peaky blinder fanfic#peaky blinder headcanon#peaky fookin blinders#canon#canon event#it has to happen#it has me in a chokehold#ao3 writer#female writers#tommy shelby blurb
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Buck getting jealous of Eddie being close to Tommy when he wants Tommy and then Eddie figuring out "Bucks into guys but he's not into me 🤬😡😠" would be the FUNNIEST way for Buddie to really start
Eddie at the wedding flinging canapés at Buck calling him a cheater and screaming "Why am i not good enough for you?" While Bucks still sad Tommy wants to rail Eddie would be iconic
#911 abc#buddie#tuck#look look the drama that could unfold from Buck having a crush on tommy and tommy having a crush on eddie is unprecedented#it has me in a chokehold
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evan buck buckley. literally could not be me- if i had even the slightest chance with big, beautiful, brown eyed eddie diaz, i would be taking every chance to lay down my cringe fail moves. i’d problem fumble him, but at least i tried. get your head in the fucking game bro
#ngl this fandom as a whole is SLEEPING on him#he is so handsome. the best personality. a fantastic father and i must say that DILFS are in#very happy that buck is bisexual now fr. tommy is a handsome guy but mr. diaz has me in a CHOKEHOLD#911 abc#eddie diaz#buddie#oliver stark
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So here I was, perusing my shelves for my next read when BAM! Tommy kisses Buck. ON THE LIPS!
Now I am spending too many hours on AO3 for my interim fics to tide me over the next 5 days until I see what happens next!
Damn you bookshelves. Damn you 9-1-1. Damn you Evan Buckley. Damn you Tommy Kinnard. Damn you AO3.
#911 abc#911 fanfic#evan buckley#tommy kinard#bucktommy#kinkley#this show has me in a chokehold#911 moving to ABC is EVERYTHING
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Alright, I'm here to tell y'all there will be an update to Trial & Error tonight.... hope you're ready
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pov your younger brother figure was killed and revived over and over again by a homeless green man, and his numbness terrifies you to the point that in a moment of desperation you punch him in the face to get any sort of reaction and he just continues to stare at you
#yeah man#eburnean au has a chokehold on me rn#blood //#scars //#mcyt#dream smp#dsmp#tommyinnit#wilbur soot#c!crimeboys#revivedbur#c!tommy#eburnean au#eburnean tommy#dream smp fanart#dsmp fanart#mcyt fanart
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Sometimes I go a bit w/o watching / listening 2 RTC & I always get surprised when I watch it again and it's incredible. Like !! Oh my god !! She's asking why lord !!!!!!!!
#tommy talks!!#the chokehold this musical has on me I stg#ride the cyclone#rtc#tbojd#ive been into it 4 almost eight months !!
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#dreams prison arc has me in a CHOKEHOLD#school doodles#fanart#my art#dream smp#c!dream#c!tommy#c!discduo
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Just casually promoting Gabe's music, I dislike country but this man has me in a chokehold
#gabriel luna#gabriel luna has me in a chokehold#gabriel luna is baby#tommy miller#the last of us#Spotify
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hi coroika tumblr if you wake up to a shitload of likes n shit from me my b ive fallen out of coroika a bit n have been focused on persona 5 instead but i promise u wont have to deal with a buncha likes at once from me again 🙏
#tommy talks random stuff#persona 5 has me in such a chokehold#im so normal for this game#( save me )
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getting sucked into another new show that has me feeling some kinda way.
this is what happens when i have a few days off and watch all my favorites.
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Mouthful
Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader
Summary: Joel Miller thinks he’s strong enough to quit it, but something in the way you suck him says he isn’t.
Warnings: 18+. A man with a big, bad oral fixation + lots of love for a sneaky succ. Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Age gap. Blowing Joel under the table at dad’s birthday dinner.
Snippet of Hating Game
He knows better than to let a moan slip at a time like this. Not when he’s sitting at the dinner table; not when he’s surrounded by the people he knows and loves the most. Not when he’s celebrating his best friend’s 51st birthday, and certainly not when that man’s daughter is perched between his thighs, out of sight from every eye but his.
Joel lifts the tablecloth. He almost unloads on the spot.
Seeing your mouth open wide and your lips curled tight around his hot, throbbing member, Joel can’t help but ache for a split-second lapse of judgment—one where he forgets all sense of decorum and simply goes to town on that pretty little face. But, as it is, the rest of the party is totally oblivious to your absence, and he doesn’t want to draw attention to it, or him, by roughfucking your mouth.
That’ll come later.
No, now he’ll let you glide your mouth gently over his shaft, leaving trails of thick spit and hints of a shiny pink lip gloss in its wake. He’ll let you bob your head softly—self-assured in a pace you get to set—and he won’t lay a finger on your face or let a thrust of his get in the way, because this was all about you giving him the pleasure.
That doesn’t mean he can’t steal a glimpse every now and then and pin you with an expectant look when he wants something done a certain way. The room is dimly lit and everyone in it drunk; Joel will gladly take the risk.
‘You can go deeper than that, sweet pea.’
‘Nope, three-fourths ain’t enough, I need your mouth around me whole.’
‘You did wanna make daddy feel good, didn’t ya, sugar?’
He doesn’t have to speak a word of it for you to know what he means. What he needs. You loosen your jaw and stretch your lips even wider, whining just a little when the head of his cock grazes your tonsils.
“Fuck that feels nice,” Joel says aloud.
You freeze.
Then, without missing a beat, you hear him continue just as comfortably, speaking to the people around him,
“Y’all feel that breeze comin’ in?”
Sick fuck. You continue to suck him anyway.
One hand braces tight against Joel’s leg and the other flits shamelessly between your own, and you try not to moan, but the sound escapes anyway. No one hears it, but Joel feels it reverberate down his shaft, and he grips his glass of Merlot like a vice. Your dad shoots him a curious look from across the table but says nothing.
“Can’t get enough’a her, huh?” Tommy grins beside him.
“What?” Joel falters. Sets his drink aside carefully.
Down below, you drag your mouth just far enough to take his tip between your lips and suckle. Joel grunts.
“The wine,” Tommy says, still smiling, “You must love it.”
Joel lets out another strangled breath that he tries to pass off as a chuckle and nods.
“Got me on my fuckin’ knees,” he admits.
And that’s the truth. Starved for air and blinking through tears as you kneel down to blow him, it’s still you with the chokehold on Joel, and both of you know it.
Try as you might to convince yourselves otherwise, the man is enrapt. It’s just that small matter of you being his best friend’s daughter that makes Joel loath to admit it. At any rate, he has your tongue licking stripes up his cock and feels a sudden, sharp clench in his stomach.
He knows he won’t last much longer. Neither will you.
Joel can’t see it now, but you’ve practically soaked your own hand from how hard you’ve been rubbing your clit—and how turned on you are from just sucking his dick, keeping your mouth wide open for a fucking whenever he wants it. While Joel reaches for another draught of wine, you bring one hand to his balls and keep the other at your cunt, triple-tasking like the efficient little slut he needs you to be: sucking, cupping, and rubbing all at once to get the two of you off in one minute or less.
You guide him down to the furthest place in your throat, then push him even deeper. You gag, just slightly, and feel a hand reach down for your cheek. A thumb starts to rub at the tears welled up at the corners of your eyes.
‘Sweet thing hasn’t felt a man this deep before, huh? Wanna swallow some more?’
You nod that you do. Can’t actually hear him now, or see much else besides the soft tufts of hair on his belly, but you can feel a light, heady warmth seep into your brain.
You rut your hips and hope no one drops a fork nearby. Buck desperately into your hand and feel the heat start to swell to a whole new feeling, and suddenly you’re whimpering, whining on Joel’s cock from under the shade of the table and cumming all over your fingers.
Joel returns a quick smile from your father and cracks a joke about the Super Bowl. Raises his hips just the slightest bit and wipes one of your tear-soaked cheeks.
‘Almost there, hon, keep that throat open for daddy.’
All you can do is cry and try your best. Wild feelings from both the slow, deep facefuck he’s giving you and the flurry of euphoric aftershocks coursing all throughout your body make it almost impossible to bear, but you obey your sweet and strong and steady-handed Joel and sense a blossoming desire crop up for something else.
You want to taste him as he blows his load in your mouth, floods your tongue with his spend, and paints every inch of your insides with that hot, sticky stuff.
You need him whole
Your Joel.
In tune with your thoughts—or perhaps just overcome with a need to see you before he reaches his peak—Joel raises the tablecloth when Tommy isn’t looking. His gaze locks on yours and his tongue darts quick between his lips. He cocks a brow. Brushes his thumb up again.
‘Ya want this, darlin’? Want all of me?’
You give one soft, wide-eyed nod, and that’s all he needs.
No sooner do you give him the green light than his cum goes pulsing out in ropes, coating your whole throat and eventually your mouth as you hold still and take it all.
There’s so much more than you thought. So much of Joel that’s been waiting to giving your mouth a proper fucking glaze that once he’s started he just can’t stop. Above the table, your dad shoots a pointed look in his direction—‘You good, man?’—and it takes every ounce of strength in Joel’s body to grit his teeth tight and nod.
He’s filled so much of your mouth it’s spilling out now.
You try to hold steady, keep your movements extra slow. You’d heard your dad’s voice and just know there’d be a lot more on the line than Joel’s dribbling seed if either one of you fuck up now. Your breath catches in your chest, and you feel too afraid to even swallow.
“I just…came,” Joel starts, and your head almost cracks on the wood surface from how abruptly you flinch back,
“—to the realization. That you are so…fuckin’ old, man.”
Your father’s laugh is the first thing you hear, followed by Tommy, your friends, and a dozen other party guests.
The next thing you feel, to your complete and utter shock, is Joel’s cock brushing your cheek. Then your lips. Then your tongue. He slides his still-hard member through the ‘o’ your mouth has made in awe and starts to move in gentle motions back and forth, like a man all but desperate to get a feel for your wet, sodden walls.
A man who can’t risk a glimpse at you now, but wants more than anything to see the mouth he’s just filled.
Your father’s words haven’t even cooled in the air.
Joel Miller, you sneaky, freaky fuck.
As the laughter subsides and Tommy scoots back in his chair, taking leave of your table, you feel a spark ignite. Whether it’s yours or Joel’s or both your perverted minds suddenly alight and insane, you can’t be sure, but you can make out a tablecloth flipping back up above you.
Joel slips his dick out of your mouth and grins. Takes a firm hold of your face under the table so his fingers are practically coaxing your jaw to unhinge before him.
It’s the lowest, slowest, menacing sort of sound you’d ever heard from him before, but it was his all the same.
Speaking to you now, softly, “Show daddy, darlin’.”
Your Joel.
#JOEL MILLER MUNCH CLUB#i will not elaborate#joel miller#joel miller tlou#joel miller smut#joel miller imagine#joel miller one shot#joel miller x reader#joel miller fanfiction#the last of us#tlou#the last of us fic#joel miller x you#dbf!joel
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