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milla984 · 3 days
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MGG + Rumple Buttercup
​​ @matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @spookydrreid, @redwithjoon, @reidsbookclub, @hotchsdharma, @will-grahams-eyes, @samsgoddess, @cynbx, @reidsaurora, @spookyspemilyreid, @spencersssockss, @kissesforspence ​
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creatureswallows · 2 months
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i couldn't NOT draw him on his penny farthing 🥰
tried to make this look like an 1800s book illustration
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tampire · 4 months
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Matthew Patel's reveal
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jacobglaser · 6 months
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Crowley + Aziraphale Appreciation Week // Day 3 - Aziraphale Appreciation
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conjuring-ghouls · 11 months
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Papa being a dork at the Lyon ritual last night (1/?)
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morrch · 6 months
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indestructible little fucker 🦄
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zwierzodudle · 11 months
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his melancholic spleen and nervous disposition have captivated me
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commission info | ko-fi
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washed-up-wurmcoil · 17 days
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Laios: I need to save my sister.
Marcille: I need to save my situationship (the situation is I haven't realized I'm a lesbian yet).
Chilchuck: I was paid in advance.
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checkeredflagsandshit · 9 months
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heretherebedork · 2 months
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Canonically demisexual Grey!?!?!
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I love him so much your honor.
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I am dead this is the greatest scene ever just look at this himbo idiot.
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He has exactly two braincells and they are both entirely devoted to Top but that means there's no room for actually thinking involved.
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milla984 · 2 months
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MGG + outfits (and mismatched socks)
@matthew-gray-gubler-lover, @spookydrreid, @redwithjoon, @reidsbookclub, @hotchsdharma, @will-grahams-eyes, @logolepzy, @icarusgold, @samsgoddess, @cynbx, @alexander-arcturus-black-lupin, @reidsaurora, @spookyspemilyreid, @busybeingstrange, @altsvu, @spencersssockss, @catsareawesomek, @drreidsfavwhxre, @kissesforspence, @868angelorex, @lilapetrichorwinteryrogue, @pookieexe
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jaspxr · 8 months
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GREG MONTGOMERY, the original 'Wife Guy'
aka 'a big ole girl'
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sobaology · 2 months
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late birthday art for knight based on rufus wainwright's "want one" album cover. more under the cut!
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you ever saw a man so goofy you started crying
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bowietea · 4 months
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Wilson, Wilson, and Wilson 💜
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somestardeww · 4 months
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something with stiles x fem!reader ;D
¹reader is alternative (the style, lol) and is a bit provocative too, but in a confident way. ²contains inaccurate descriptions of college dorms, smut under the cut :)
side note: this was supposed to be something short, maybe a pwp lmaooo
Stiles was never a guy with a lot of free time, as he spent half of his time dealing with the supernatural and the other half was divided between his dream college and taking care of his father, who, even though he was much older than him, left your food automatically, without worrying too much about your health.
So moving into college housing freshman year at the age of 18 was a… frighteningly interesting experience. He feared for his father, even though Scott had assured him he would keep an eye on him. He had also forced his friends to talk to him if something supernatural happened in Beacon Hills (he knew that his friends would try to solve everything themselves so as not to bother him, but there was no harm in trying).
For the first few months he was alone in the accommodation, it seems the universe finally smiled on him; the privacy and peace he had to do everything, from studying to doing nothing, was incredible.
Well, until now. The middle of the college year was approaching, and with it some students who transferred from other colleges to their unit, for various reasons. This was apparently the reason why some dorms had one or no people when they were made for doubles.
Stiles was on his way to the principal's office to find out who he would be sharing a room with when he ran into her.
He doesn't know what he gave himself, but there was something about that person in front of him that attracted him in every way. He didn't realize he was staring until he saw you heading towards him, stopping right in front of him. He thought he might faint.
"you can take a photo, beautiful, it will last longer" She said and smiled. The tone wasn't mocking… it was more of an amusing tone, as if it had entertained her. "What is your name?" You speak, and Stiles takes a couple seconds to reason. Damn, after all those years of liking Lídia he really thought he would know how to deal with female people better.
"Ah, my name is Stiles! It's nice to meet you. You transferred, right?"
You introduce yourself and agree, and then ask him for directions "Can you tell me which is dominion 53? I was placed there"
Stiles didn't know if he would jump up and down with excitement or if he would curl up in a fetal position for the next few minutes.
That was his dorm.
"It's my dorm, actually" He says and scratches the back of his head, his hair was growing there. Maybe it was time to shave…
"Then show me the way, sir" You say in a slightly excited way, looking at him.
As you walk and talk through the halls on your way to your own dorm, he can't take his eyes off you. His alternative punk style suited his personality. He also noticed that it was very, very easy to talk to you, as if you had known each other for a while.
When they arrive at the dorm, he notices that you are impressed with the place, looking around for a while and then asking what your room would be. The place was made up of a common room, with a TV, sofa and bookshelf with some books with an armchair nearby and a small kitchen with a fridge, stove and some cupboards, with a table that was full of Stiles' papers, who thought the place very comfortable.
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After a few weeks you were already used to living together, and you talked every day like old friends. the table that stiles used in the room slowly started to be used by the two of you, who also began to study frequently together, sometimes spending the night studying some old cold and unsolved FBI case.
One of the only times of the day you weren't together was in your own classes and when you both went to sleep.
And as time went by, Stiles started to hate that last part.
Not that he didn't like sleeping, but, you see, it's not easy to sleep with a painful, throbbing erection between your legs, which starts releasing pre-cum whenever Stiles thinks about you in the privacy of his own room. That was the moment when, outside of classes, he had nowhere to divert the thoughts he had about you.
And he remembered well when you started to disturb his nights: it was when he went to gather the clothes to be washed, since it was his week to do this task, and went to his room. he hadn't found anything out of the ordinary, until the moment he picked up something… wet? He lifts it to see what it was and finds his panties all wet with obvious cum, they were almost dripping with something he assumed was his excitement.
until it got worse lmfao
A few nights after that, he found himself lying in his own bed,
with his limbs spread out while one of his arms covered his own eyes. He was ready to give in to taking a cold shower to try to get rid of that erection that wouldn't go away, because he avoided touching himself too much thinking about you (he would definitely remember this at some random moment of the day and would be embarrassed) when he heard a soft moan. He thought it was something in his own mind with tension, so he ignored it… until he heard it again, louder.
The noises became frequent and then the penny dropped: you were making a fuss. And apparently, I was thinking about him too, if the loud moans that said "Stiles~ oh, fuuucckkk" that you let out were anything to go by.
He stopped in his bed, frozen halfway to standing up as he listened to her sounds, which were getting louder and louder, when his hand automatically went to his own erection, squeezing it tightly as he sighed in relief at the light contact. His hand started moving up and down faster and faster, and he could feel his dick throb every time you moaned louder and he could hear it.
How were you? Was she squeezing her breasts, or was her attention focused solely on her pussy? Was she touching her own clitoris while thinking about his tongue there? He didn't know, but just the possibility that his thoughts were, for the first time, real, he felt his hips rise against his own hands as he tightened his grip on his own cock, increasing the pace almost automatically.
This went on for a few moments, but he wouldn't be able to get there, not with you touching yourself so audibly so close to him. Then he got up and left the room. Without thinking too much, so as not to lose his courage, he went to your door and was surprised by the fact that it was ajar, giving him a partial view of you, wrapped in the blankets with one hand between your legs, obviously touching your own pussy. , while gripping the pillow above you.
He sees your absolutely beautiful breasts move with your heavy breathing and, taking advantage of the exact moment when you moan his name in such an obscene and beautiful way, he responds:
"Yes Princess?" as he leans against the frame of his door, smiling as he becomes deeply distracted by the sight before him.
You look at him in shock, your movements stopping as you stare at him, speechless and analyzing the boy in front of you.
It was no secret to you how attractive Stiles was, and you really didn't know how he didn't have anyone to call hers. From the first moment you were enchanted by him, by how naturally funny he is and how he didn't judge you based on your appearance and style; right now he didn't seem to be judging you… he even seemed horny.
Seeing his expression and how he was behaving you relaxed on the bed, your pussy still pulsing as you gave him a drunken smile, saying "hi Stiles, have you been there for a long time darling?"
"I just arrived, but I've been listening for a while, yes. These walls are very thin, you know" He speaks and you pay attention to him. He turns more towards you as the words leave his mouth, him becoming more comfortable, and gives you the view of his cock forming a tent in the pants he probably wears without underwear.
"I know… why don't you come closer and tell me about it, pretty boy?" You talk and smile, patting the bed in an invitation that wasn't meant to talk about the dorm's infrastructure.
"Gorgeous woman speaks, I obey." He responds, heading towards you.
He gets to the foot of the bed and looks at you, saying "Hi" to which you respond by pulling him on top of you while kissing him.
"Do you realize how much I wanted to do that, baby? Kiss you like that?" You say, wrapping your legs around his hips and caressing Stiles' bare arms.
"I haven't wanted you for as long as I have, I guarantee it" He replies, holding your waist and kissing you on your neck, the trail continuing to your breasts as he feels your legs wrapping around him, smiling at the gesture while squeezing your waist.
"Why don't you show me what else you want to do to me, sti?" You speak finally, looking him in the eyes as he looks back at you, kissing your nipples.
"I would love"
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sitizelter · 11 months
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BIG STEPPA‼️
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