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um. uh. uhm. uh. i. uh. me when. i. um.
#another gif i had downloaded i have no idea where its from.. sorry..#i have uh Boaner#one chance PLEASE#i need him#gerard way#mcr#my chemical romance#i need him biblically#carnally even#my dinner 🤤
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#sorry not sorry#louis tomlinson#louis tomlinson gifs#louis gifs#fitfwt gifs#fitfwt#my fitfwt content#fitfwt memes#fitfwt: austin#it felt illegal to make these gifs btw#how have our blogs not been flagged yet?#💀#i am looking so disrespectfully#carnally even
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I can't afford to buy BALDURS GATE I have other games to play before BALDURS GATE Im actively playing a game similar to BALDURS GATE rn and I will not let my DnD brain rot make me pay $60 for BALDURS GATE
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Juno Steel is a sad sarcastic rude little lady who doesn't say thank you to his secretary and everyone wants him soooooo bad
#carnally even#penumbra podcast didnt get the memo that listening to people kiss sloppy style is kinda uncomfortable
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zed deserves to be topped goodnight and farewell.
#i might write later but#my housemate wants 2 play bots with me its his first time playing league LMAO#he wants eve....#so badly#carnally even#ooc.
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Kit & Nick sitting in a tree? - ❤️💙❤️
i would DO ANYTHING
#kit answers#ask box#anonymous#heart anon#new girl#i need him#in a way that is concerning#to my mental and physical wellbeing#i want him biblically#carnally even
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i can be normal over tuis show
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apollo’s confidence in court: oh my god i’m the worst lawyer ever my client is going to go to JAIL because i can’t even do my JOB
apollo’s confidence outside of court: i’m the only smart one here, i’m the most normal guy in the world and NO ONE is doing it like i am, investigations are EASY, klavier gavin wants me carnally
#ace attorney#apollo justice#klavier gavin#klapollo#ace attorney incorrect quotes#the last one isn’t even his confidence tbh it’s just a fact#he says it like he doesn’t ALSO want klavier gavin carnally though which he does#alternatively:#apollo at klavier in court: *sweats* he’s so hot and competent#apollo at klavier outside of court: um…hello….you are kind of really nice🥺👉👈#disgusting#im obsessed with them#preordered the new trilogy of three games i already own today😌#$60 of my very hard earned money right into that#and i cant even regret it im SO excited#all the extrassssss#PLEASE go look at the aa twitter account to see the art extras btw#they’re SO fun#apollo justice trilogy really being about 75% of my will to live rn
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rewatching tlou because i miss joel miller pt. 437
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(s)creaming
art by @/eriimyon on twitter
#fuck I can’t even breath looking at this fjdkfkdkdkd#!!!!#or x or whatever#i need him carnally#diluc#diluc ragnvindr
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pookie is pensive. 🥺🖤 Ω
i love him so much.
#my art#omega ghoul#the band ghost#nameless ghouls#omega#meliora#ghouls#demons#ghost band#ghost fanart#digital art#he is everything#can you tell he's my favorite ghoul#goddd#look at those strong arms that soft tummy ok#an aroace can dream even i would never date irl#let me be carnal for omega#terzo i understand#yknow what i want him to be my bff#i want a friend like omega
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I've read that post that said "The funniest thing about Good Omens is that the Enemies to Friends last 2 minutes and the Friends to Lovers was 6000years." which is true. But, what is even more funny is that in The Sandman it's the opposite : the Enemies to Friends was almost 700y and the Friends to Lovers last no more than 1 week in most fanfiction.
#i mean even in the netflix show#we all noticed the way Dream looked at Hob when he said “a friend”#the man was about to devour him carnally#these are the only 2 type of achillean relationship and there's nothing between#the sandman#dream of the endless#hob gadling#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#centennial husbands#ineffable husbands#this is peak queer love representation#hob x dream#aziracrow
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Looney Tunes
König/reader
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: N/A
No use of Y/N
Summary: You keep running into König in the elevator at your apartment building. He'd be incredibly intimidating, but he kind of reminds you of a cartoon character.
A/N: König is so serious with all his war crimes and intensity, and you are... not serious
AO3 Link: Looney Tunes
The man who steps on the elevator is giant, bigger than anyone you've ever seen in real life, and you can't help looking up at him, craning your neck. He's wearing a sweatshirt, the hood up and cloaking most of his face, disguising his eyes, but you see his nose point down at you, and you know he’s staring back at you.
"How tall are you?" You ask, before cringing at your own social awkwardness. It's silent for a moment, and you wonder if he heard you at all. The elevator dings for your floor and as you step off, a quiet, accented voice calls out.
“Two hundred centimeters.”
You whip your phone out, googling the conversion almost immediately as the doors shut behind you. He’s huge, with shoulders so widely set it's almost comical. You marvel at it briefly, then he slips your mind.
The next time you see the man, he’s got his hood off, his long hair pulled back into a bun. He’s older than you’d thought he’d be, strands of gray catching the light, standing out against the auburn. You step into the elevator with a greeting he doesn’t acknowledge. You both stand in silence, listening to the quiet ding as you pass the floors.
You've developed a quiet rhythm with the elevator man, leaving in the mornings at the same time, your greetings always met by a silence that should probably deter you but doesn't. You're staring at his reflection in the elevator doors, noting the way he seems to slightly slouch into himself, when your unbidden thoughts cause you to giggle. His eyes shoot up instantly to meet yours.
“You remind me of the looney tunes monster,” you blurt suddenly, the aimless rambling of your inner monologue spilling out before you can stop yourself. The man beside you stiffens, before turning his body fully to look down at you. You try not to cower, unable to meet his eye.
“The… um… the orange one? Have you ever seen looney tunes?” you push on moronically. He’s glaring down at you, and you wonder if getting murdered in an elevator is really the way to go.
“What is ‘looney’ tunes?” He finally asks, his voice low and hoarse, as if he's not used to speaking.
"It's a children's show… there's a bunch of little characters and they have their own personalities…" You know your face is bright red, and you thank whatever deity is involved when the elevator chimes and you can step off, too embarrassed to say goodbye.
You consider taking the stairs when you see him again the next day. You give a quiet greeting that he doesn't acknowledge, so you hope you're forgiven for yesterday. You're scrolling through your phone when he speaks, startling you.
"You are der hase?" He asks.
"What?" You respond, looking up with wide eyes, off guard.
He huffs, looking at the ceiling.
"The— rabbit. That is you?"
You scrunch your nose in momentary confusion, then the realization hits you.
"Oh. Bugs Bunny, you mean?" You laugh. "I guess I could be him."
You two stand in silence for the rest of the elevator ride.
You forgot you could be this drunk, staring at the elevator buttons in a daze. You couldn’t quite remember which one you were supposed to press, only knew for sure this was your building because your friend had put your address into the uber. You don’t even hear the footsteps behind you, the irritated sigh as König watches you sway slightly. It’s only when he reaches around you, pressing the up button, that you startle.
“Jesus Christ!” you say, jumping back. An impossibly large hand grabs your arm, steading you. You tilt your head back, and the elevator man is towering over you. He’s in army fatigues, and as your inebriated mind processes that information, the door to the elevator chimes open.
He doesn’t wait for you to move, just picks you up like you weigh nothing before stepping inside. You blink upwards at him in a daze, and he glares down at you. He’s chastising you in his low voice, and it takes you a moment to realize the reason you can’t understand him is because he’s not speaking English.
“You can let me down now,” you interrupt, your voice quiet and slightly slurred. He somehow manages to look even more pissed, staring down at you, incensed, and you’re sorry for saying anything. He fumbles in his other language before finding the words.
“You can— You can not stand.” He says with finality. You relax against him, lapsing into familiar silence as the elevator shoots upwards. This close to him, you can hear his heart beating, and you wonder why it's thumping so fast.
He carries you to your door, and you're too distracted to think about how he knows which apartment is yours. He sets you down, plucking the keys out of your hand with ease when you fumble with them, watching as you sway slightly.
"I keep thinking about the cartoon." He says suddenly, abandoning the key in the lock. He’s leaning over you, shadowing you in the small doorway as you look up at him, your expression confused. His face holds a neutral expression, but his eyes seem to glint in an odd way.
“The monster, he wants to eat the rabbit.” He states, taking a step towards you, crowding you against your door. The wood is cool against your back, and you’re blinking up at him through your drunken haze, trying to figure out what he’s talking about.
"Looney Tunes?" You finally respond, remembering your last conversation. He nods and reaches out one large hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your heart skips, and you wonder if he can hear it as he drags his fingertips along your jaw, cupping your chin softly.
“Does the rabbit want to be eaten?” He asks, his head cocked. His eyes are like molten steel, his voice so soft and deep it’s practically a purr. It feels like the oxygen has been sucked out of the hallway, leaving you lightheaded.
“Oh,” you breathe, your lips parting softly, what little mental clarity you had abandoning you. There’s a scar that runs up from the man’s chin, stopping just below his bottom lip, and you’re staring at the scar, staring at his mouth, when he bends down, guiding your chin up as you raise yourself unsteadily on your tiptoes.
His lips are warm, scorching against yours, and you open your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss, whimpering when he presses his hard body against yours. His hand slides into your hair, his palm curling around the back of your neck, holding you steady. You shudder at the contact, and he breaks the kiss, pulling away, leaving you dazed and breathless. Everything is spinning, and you can’t tell if it’s because of the alcohol still coursing through your veins, or the fact that he’s still leaning over you, caging you in.
His pupils are blown wide, and you watch his chest rise and fall. He’s monstrous like this, a man at the brink of self control, his hands trembling at the effort to not touch you. He pushes away, creating distance, and you stare at him, stunned and confused. He’s muttering to himself again, and it finally cuts through your stupid, intoxicated brain that he’s speaking German.
He’s looking at you like he’d like to devour you. Instead he breathes, slow and deep, and takes another step back from you.
“Have a good night, häschen” He says, and then he turns, heading towards the elevator, away from you.
Part Two
#something about this concept just has me howling you're the most awkward person in the building and konig finds you irresistible#he wants you carnally and your brain is just the ducktales theme song#konig cod#konig x reader#konig x you#cod mw2#cod x reader#konig/reader#hes changed his entire schedule for the 30 seconds he gets to spend in your presence and he cant even say hi the konig pov would go crazy
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Vincent Price - Song of Bernadette (1943)
#vincent price#song of bernadette#1940s#movie#vintage hollywood#omg#photo#b&w photograph#even in black and white..his eyes are a stunning blue#i cant help it.i blame him#he makes me act up#fuckkkk#hes gorgeousssssss#and those hands#I'm fine.this is fine#bites hand to keep from screaming#gimme him now#i desire him carnally#horror#old horror movies#vintage#actor#handsome#king#bicon#bisexual#god#fav
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telling aventurine that the glasses stay on during sex so that you can ride him and watch them gradually slip down the bridge of his nose ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა
#when he scrunches his nose they fall down even more#they're barely on the tip of his nose when he bares his teeth and cums#i'm chewing on the bars of my enclosure !#need this man so carnally !!#ottie thots;#aventurine x reader
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thinking about the way jake mates you :((
the way he just folds you in half, covering you with his bigger body, overwhelming you with all of him – his scent, his weight, his warmth.
the way his hands, five fingers and all, pry your thighs apart so he can dip his head and lick your dripping cunt. you learned the word from jake, his voice curling into something deep and animalistic when he first ate you out.
the alien word was new, vulgar, outright dirty, but every time jake whispers it – "your cunt loves me, doesn't it, sweetheart?" – you could feel the way it riles him up more than it makes your toes curl. you feel it in the way he throbs inside you, his lips pulled into a snarl, and amidst glassy eyes you watch the way he flushes, losing himself in the throes of pleasure.
pleasure evoked by mating you.
jake is so deliciously big.
the way his belly presses onto your back whenever he fucks you on your knees, a hand wrapped around your chest and the other pressing on your belly. the position was not usual, but not nearly foreign, and you found yourself putty in his arms as he contorted your body, measured whispers rolling off his lips, praising you, telling you how beautiful you look like this, presented all for him.
“can you feel me here, baby?” he purrs, his breath is warm as it tickles your ears. “i’m deep inside you, aren’t i?”
your voice hitches, unable to reply to him well. jake chuckles anyway, like he expected your incoherence, almost even wanting to hear you be reduced to only keens and muffled whines.
“y’r taking me so good, sweetheart,” jake murmurs, before pressing a kiss on your shoulder.
you whimper, a choked moan falling from your lips as jake slides his cock out again, the length of it dragging along your plush walls. it is so heavy and hard, filling you to the brim as if he wants to carve himself into your very being. your eyes are wet with unshed tears, and your body trembles at how full you feel.
“jake!” you squeal, your voice squeaking into a high pitch when he pushes his cock back inside you again.
your arms buckle, threatening to collapse at the increasing pleasure rising through your being. it is only jake’s hold that prevents you from crashing to the floor, keeping you up at the perfect angle to sink his cock into.
“i know, sweetheart,” jake croons, fucking you with a relentless pace, his body warm around you. in you. “just few more, okay? you could do it, can’t you baby girl?”
you don’t recall ever nodding or doing anything to respond to him, feeling your toes curl as your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cunt spasming around jake’s cock.
“fuck, baby!” jake hisses, his pleasure curling into his words, his voice sounding so close yet so warbled and far away. “cum with me, sweetheart. with me.”
and just like that your pleasure tilts, expanding, before euphoric ecstasy crashes into you as you cum, your orgasm ripping a shrill cry from your throat.
“m’jake!” you scream, your back arching and your ears flattening on your head, your tail thrashing as the base of it thrums with a muted pain from being squished between jake’s bigger body and your back.
“jus’ like that, baby,” jake grunts, his face pressed on the juncture between your shoulder and your neck. “fuck, y’r so good, so perfect. my perfect mate, aren’t you baby? mine, yeah?”
you hum, you think. or you nod – you don’t even know, feeling yourself floating, engulfed with the overwhelming pleasure that only jake can coax out of you.
your uncoordinated response doesn’t matter to jake, feeling him chuckle amidst his panting, his tongue licking a stripe on your neck.
“yeah,” he whispers, almost like he is talking to himself. “my perfect mate, alright.”
#suns.f#jake sully x reader#jake sully x you#jake sully x y/n#jake sully x na'vi reader#jake sully smut#atwow jake#atwow smut#jake sully#jake sully fic#suns#god i want him so bad i need him viscerally desperately carnally#i want him IN me im not even playing#im so late to the mood but hope yall luv this <33#to my followers: sorry for thr lack of toji content. only one specific dilf is in my mind rn 😭🤞🏼
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