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and93sworld · 7 months
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Another beautiful baldie
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What a pleasure for a young woman to come to a barbershop one day...
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and to decide to become a tightly shaved chick.
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The baldie is proud of her new look and gonna keep it.
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🎃Happy Halloween from the Bad Kids! 🎃
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gavidaily · 2 months
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Gavi at today's match | FC Barcelona v Getafe (24.02.24)
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ahoymultiships · 1 month
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"You seem to know what you're talking about, so have an offer l'd like you to consider," Ally starts. "Through my own current program, I'm eligible to sign up ten other recruiters under what's called a multi-level model."
Cracking up brb
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nanstar200 · 4 months
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Merry Christmas everyone! A gift for you all .. 😏
(I uhm.. may have stayed up late for this first one… anyways if you know me irl don’t look at me)
ANYWAYS.. some additional normal doodles because I had some in stock! I hope you all have/had a wonderful Christmas! Get lost of rest, drink lots of water, eat lots of food and don’t die 🫵 love you all goobye
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pedripics · 4 months
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charmac · 6 months
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The Gang go to Wrexham
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calathazar · 9 months
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masked bandit
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sobeesknees · 2 months
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seeing the solas girlies get war flashbacks when they see bald astarion has me guffawing to the next ocean over like call an ambulance i cant breathe
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hi-its-meg · 11 months
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Felt a tiny bit spicy this morning 🙈
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and93sworld · 4 months
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Come on girl, it's a perfect day to change your image!
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A short haircut looks good on you, but I'd suggest you to go further...
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Like this! It will be not too hot in summer having a shorn head, right?
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Oh, you mean it's five months to summer?
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So what? You'll be kept shorn bare all this time...
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And wear a cap on your bald head if it's too cold!
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bearnakedbaker · 1 year
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Take my hand
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savorypink · 6 months
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portable heater
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a game of uno, bad puns and hot chocolate.
smut.
“I want you to know, whatever happens after this,” Alex begins, “I love you. And I’ll always love you. No matter how this ends.”
“Alex, you don’t know how honored I am to have my heart broken by you.”
He examines his deck of cards before pulling one from his hand. “Draw four.”
You look down at his chest, the impromptu table you’ve used throughout the game. You’ve got a weapon in your arsenal, too.
“That’s cute,” you pull your draw four from your deck. “Draw eight.”
“No, no, no.” He sits up, the cards falling onto his hips and the floor underneath him. You bite back a moan from the sudden movement, his tip just tickling your sweet spot. “You can’t do that. Can’t put a draw four on a draw four.”
You attempt to sit straight in his lap, your back threatening to arch. “We’re playing house rules. Whose roof are you under?"
Just to tease, you clench around him, your wetness seemingly never-ending with him buried in you deep. He fits almost too perfectly, every inch hot and snug between your tight walls, the stretch burning deliciously. You could stay like this forever, but Alex can’t.
“Yours,” his voice airy, lust coated in every letter. “Teasing should be against the rules.”
“I’ll ask again: whose roof are you under?” You squeeze once more for good measure, your composure almost faltering as you watch him sink to the floor again, his neck arching, veins prominent as he hisses.
“Yours. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It almost sounds like a plea.
You want to give him what he wants, you do, but you can’t help but be on your highest horse while you’re on his lap. Control looks good on you; keep wearing it. You look down at the scattered cards on the ground, sucking your teeth.
“I should make you clean these up,” your tone commanding, but you quickly flatline, “but I want hot chocolate. Get up.”
He rises slowly, your sweet spot being teased again with his tip. The cards in your hand begin to dent as your grip tightens. His large hands find either side of your legs, preparing to pick you up. You drop the cards and snake your arms around his toned shoulders.
“Ready to get up, cheater?”
“Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”
With a ‘hup!” he lifts you two off the floor. You clench again, this time for good reason, afraid of losing the heat you’d built up. Alex nearly stumbles on his feet, his hands sure to leave marks on your thighs with his grip.
“You can’t do that and expect me to walk straight.”
You run your hand over the soft fuzz on his head, and you swear he twitches inside you. “M’sorry. Didn’t know the walls were closing in on you.”
Alex doesn’t laugh, but you still hear the rimshot in your head. He begins his descent into the kitchen, “You talk a big game for someone with a cock inside of ‘em.”
You pull back, your fingers tracing over the muscles of his chest, your fingertips “accidentally” grazing his nipple. “Some may even call me… cocky.”
You don’t know how he does it, but his hand comes up to smack your ass. The sting just turns up the building heat in your core. You suppress a moan in his neck, his skin lightly scented with body wash and aftershave.
 He pulls open the cupboard with one hand while the other rests underneath you. He grabs the hot chocolate mix and mugs for both of you. Before he can reach for the kettle, you stop him.
“I want mine with milk, please.”
He lets out a sharp breath through his defined nose, his frustration growing more apparent. You love every second of it.
You shudder when the cold air of the refrigerator hits your bare ass, though it does soothe the sting from the smack Alex gave you moments ago. He closes the fridge with his foot, his leg barely reaching the door.
“You should carry me like this all the time. Do housework. Pay bills. Go for a run even.” Your nails lightly scratch the hair on the back of his neck, and goosebumps begin forming on his arms. You feel a familiar twitch in your core again and kiss his flushed cheek. “Just a little longer, baby, okay?”  
Alex chuckles, most likely compensating for his shaky handiwork with the milk, some drops missing the mugs completely. “I’m convinced you’re trying to kill me.”
“A lovely way to go out, ain’t it?” You kiss his unmoving lips, pouting at the lack of reaction. “Kiss me, you fool.”
Shuffling to the other side of the kitchen, he places both mugs in the microwave. “Once I start kissing you, I won’t stop.”
You shut the microwave door with your free hand. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. One minute on high.”
His trembling hands press the buttons, sweaty fingerprints staining the numbers. You find it adorable. Once the microwave hums, he plops down on the dining chair. He comes down a little too hard, his tip going past your sweet bits, all while you shout profanities in your head. Your clit just grazes the fabric of his sweatpants, your walls becoming more hot and slippery by the second. Your nails sink into his shoulders as he groans, low and guttural. 
“How much longer?” He leaves wet kisses along your neck, desperation in each peck. His hands come underneath your sweater with no destination, just wanting your skin against his own. You clear your throat, your cold hands finding warmth underneath his tank top. He thrusts into you at the contact, and you scratch at his stomach.
“When the hot chocolate is ready.” The words barely make it out of your mouth.
As if on cue, the microwave beeps. You’re annoyed he has to get up again, but you’re pleasantly surprised when Alex finally pecks your lips.
“I fucking hate you right now.” In this context, it’s the kindest thing he’s ever said to you.
You smile before kissing his cheek, his stubble tickling your lips. “Love you too.”
As he gets up, his footing is shakier than before, moving painfully slow, both afraid of dropping you and shooting his load. You hope for the latter. Your legs squeeze his hips in a vice grip, allowing him to use both hands to grab the mugs out of the microwave. He holds the cups mere inches from your ass; you don’t worry about him burning you, but in your mind, the more heat, the merrier.
Sitting the both of you down once more, Alex makes sure to move much slower this time. Coming down with a sigh, he hands you your hot chocolate, his smile condescending. The frosty feeling in your hands melts immediately, and you take a sip, the sweet and hot liquid fuzzing your chest. You’re finally warm.
“If you spill any of that…I am going to fuck you into oblivion.”
You smile as you take your next sip. You love him too much to do such a thing. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
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jaypsnax · 2 months
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*drops my best piece of Bestie Trio art* *fucks off again*
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wierdlesbian · 24 days
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FORGOT TO SHOW BUT LOOK WHAT ARTIVED YESTERDAY!!
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FINALLY!! I CAN MAKE THEM (but Mac) ALL KISS >:D
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eletainart · 1 year
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Papa Emeritus I piece inspired by Mucha
Primo my beloved, my dear old gentle soul. With the gardening and long hair fanon for him, I just had to put my two favorite things together to make this.
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