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reluctantjoe · 5 months

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MURDER IS EASY 2023 | dir. Meenu Gaur

#murder is easy #david jonsson #penelope wilton #phoebe licorish #nimra bucha #mathew baynton #mat baynton #morfydd clark #sinead matthews #kathryn howden #tamzin outhwaite #demmy ladipo #gloria obianyo #brian mccardie #murder is easy spoilers #rj: photoset #rj: murder is easy #rj: 2023 #is there a world without the love of queue?

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non-bird-nary · 1 year

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VOTE NOW!! SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!!!

#bug race #bug race: the sequel #rj originals #rj rambles #poll!!#polls #tumblr polls #2023

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gogogodzilla · 7 months

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day 12, public sex

robert joseph maccready x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, creampie, unprotected sex, slight dirty talk, afab reader kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3

It wasn’t often that you spent the night in Goodneighbor. However, you were in the area and couldn’t resist Magnolia’s siren song. The drinks at the Third Rail were shit but the company was one of a kind.

There you sat, leaning into MacCready’s space as you drank. You spoke in hushed whispers and stolen glances, and his cheeks were dusted pink. At around midnight, you were dragging him out the door.

“Let’s get some air,” you’d whispered against the shell of his ear, hand dancing across his thigh. Your heart was pounding as you led him through the alleyways of Goodneighbor, stealing a kiss or two along the way.

You stood in a particularly deserted alleyway, the cramped space bathed in shadows. The sounds of Goodneighbor’s nightlife had faded, and it was just the two of you under the wasteland sky.

Your breath caught in your throat as MacCready stepped closer. You mirrored his steps backward until your back hit the brick wall behind you. His hand gently cupped your cheek, and he closed the distance between you.

The kiss was tender but it quickly morphed into something more. Something hungry. You pulled him impossibly closer by the lapels of his duster. He gripped your hips, and you didn’t doubt that there would be bruises by there tomorrow.

You moved to wrap your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. You ran a hand through the hair at the back of his head, tugging lightly on the strands. He groaned into your mouth and slid his tongue against your bottom lip. A shudder of pleasure ran through you as his hands wandered down and squeezed your ass. He traced his tongue across the backs of your teeth, and you gasped.

MacCready pulled away, leaving you panting into the night air. He pressed a sloppy kiss against the side of your neck as he slid one of his thighs between your legs. He sunk his teeth into the space where your shoulder met your neck, and you rocked your hips against his thigh. He sucked a love bite into the sensitive area of skin.

You reached a hand between the two of you and pawed at his belt, your fingers clumsy thanks to MacCready’s teasing. He pushed a hand under your shirt, fingers splaying across your ribcage and moving to knead your breast. You bit your lip, barely stifling your desperate moans.

You forced yourself to focus enough to completely undo his belt buckle and pants. You dipped your hand under the waistband of his briefs, fingertips brushing against his cock. MacCready groaned against the crook of your neck once you finally touched him, wrapping a hand around his length.

You stroked him slowly, throwing a glance over to where the alleyway led to the rest of Goodneighbor. You weren’t too close to be in plain sight, but it only took one curious member of the Neighborhood Watch to catch you two in the act.

“Wh- what if they see us?” MacCready stuttered out, following your train of thought and calculating the odds of getting caught.

You pick up your pace and use your free hand to unbutton your own jeans. “Guess we better be quick,” you replied, mouth curving into a devious smile.

MacCready’s movements were hurried as he pulled away and turned you around. He wrapped his arms around you and unzipped your pants, allowing him to yank them, along with your underwear down to your knees. You gasped as your bottom half was exposed to the cool night air. He slid a finger through your folds, and you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip, muffling the whine that threatened to escape you.

He slipped his cock through your folds, gathering your slick. You pressed your cheek against the brick wall. He gripped the plumpness of your ass as he ground against you, hitting your clit with every drag.

“Need you, Mac,” you whimpered out, hands splayed out against the wall to steady yourself.

He was quick to oblige you and angle his cock up to your entrance. He agonizingly pushed inside you. The way he stretched you was exquisite, and you let out a high-pitched mewl. MacCready covered your mouth with one of his hands, the other gripping your hip like his life depended on it.

“Gotta be quiet,” he hissed as he rutted into you, punctuating each word with a thrust of his hips.

He pressed feverish kisses to the side of your neck as he reached a hand around to rub tight circles against your clit. You let out a breathy moan against his hand and pushed your hips back against his. The alleyway had filled with the noises of skin slapping and the wet sounds of your heat.

MacCready’s thrusts became sloppier as he grabbed your jaw and turned your head so he could kiss you. With one final stroke, you were coming undone over his cock. MacCready wasn’t too far behind you as his his stuttered against yours.

His release painted your walls and dripped down your thighs as he slowly pulled out of you with a shuddering breath. He rubbed a soothing hand over your hip as you came down from your high.

“That’s not how I pictured tonight going,” he chuckled nervously as he helped you get situated.

You laughed, straightening your blouse. “Really? Because that’s exactly how I pictured tonight going.”

With that, you took him by the hand and led him out of the alley. MacCready’s ears turned red as he let you tug him toward Hotel Rexford. The night was still young, after all.

#robert joseph maccready #maccready #rj maccready #fallout 4 #fallout #maccready x reader #maccready x sole survivor #reader insert #no y/n #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #fallout 4 x reader #robert joseph maccready smut #maccready smut

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sirmanmister · 6 months

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Respite & Feral

Day 18 & 19 of Falloutober combined!

More like- more like NO respite ammiright fellas? HAH

I try to do dramatic lighting all the time but I actually have zero clue how to do it so I feel very meh about this, but I do like the idea I had in my head for this and I may redraw it at some point in the future. We’ll see lol

#art #digital art #fallout 4 #rj maccready #MacCready #fanart #fallout fanart #fallout 4 fanart #falloutober #falloutober 2023 #ghouls #fallout ghoul #serenade draws

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rjhpandapaws · 9 months

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Day 2: In Pyjamas

Text: Honestly, you're lucky I even have pants on.

Image ID: Hand drawn Panda-racoon-human hybrid with a pale skin tone neon green racoon ears with a light purple inner ear. A racoon tail with a green tip, white base, and two purple stripes. He is heavy set, shirtless, and in neon green shorts. His eyes are purple with green eyeshadow on the upper eyelids. He is stretching like he has just woken up. To the left of his face is a speech buble that says "honestly, you're lucky i have pants on". End of image ID

#pandassketchbook #night off doodle 2023 #colored pencil #ink #miishamilk 20 day oc challenge #day 2: in pyjamas #Rj #original character #gajinka #fursona

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goldkirk · 7 months

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Autumn fun to-dos

Okay, I'm not going to get all of this done, but here's my current list to play/read/watch my way through.

Play

Night in the Woods (replay)

Oxenfree (replay)

Oxenfree II (first time)

Beacon Pines (replay)

Animal Crossing (play more)

Wytchwood (first time)

Coffee Talk (first time)

What Happened to Edith Finch? (replay)

Brothers (first time)

Mutazione (first time)

Pumpkin Jack (first time)

Cozy Grove (play more)

Read

Dracula (reread)

Twilight (first time)

Harry Potter 1-7 (reread)

The Witch of Blackbird Pond (first time)

Other witchy books I find

The Night Circus (first time)

Weyward (first time)

The Flavia de Luce mystery novels (reread)

The Graveyard Book (reread)

The Secret History (first time)

The Secret Life of Bats (first time)

Watch

Watcher/Buzzfeed Unsolved

Old Gods of Appalachia (a podcast, but I'm tossing it in here anyways)

Nightmare Before Christmas

Hocus Pocus

Hocus Pocus 2

Midnight Mass

The Haunting of Hill House

The Haunting of Bly Manor

Halloweentown

Harry Potter series

Twilight

The Exorcist

Gilmore Girls (maybe?)

ADDED: Over the Garden Wall (thanks for recommending it!)

I'm also open to suggestions!

#autumn #to do #2023 #I am going to become an autumn and spooky season fiend i've wanted this for so long #and thank you to RJ for vibing with me during senior year of college with Halloween vibes that was so fun augh #I miss you like crazy #And I miss those silly little ghosts we put on our door and kept having to flip back around lol #And I miss your scooby even though it spooked me more than once haha #personal

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izzyspussy · 7 months

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Foreshadow: Roy/Jamie + Hurt, Comfort, & Inopportune Flirting

fill for Whumptober Day 5: "It's broken" + a conspicuous failure to fill Whumptober Day 30: "bridal carry"

Summary: Cartrick is too intimidated to tell Rupert no.

Read on AO3 ->

@vigilanteavengerqueen @halinski @fanficfanattic @izzyspinkytoe @nerdyglassescheeseychick @princess-charmingx

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#jack facts #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #royjamie #rj #my fic #whumptober #whumptober 2023

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stupidbluegirl · 4 months

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Behind the scenes at All In 2023.

Source.

#rj city #aew #wembley #all in 2023

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reluctantjoe · 1 year

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Kiell Smith-Bynoe & Charlotte Ritchie

#kiell smith-bynoe #kiell smith bynoe #charlotte ritchie #bbc ghosts #rj: photoset #rj: glow up: britain's next make-up star #rj: kiell smith-bynoe #rj: charlotte ritchie #rj: 2023

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partygirlps · 6 months

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#girl #party #boy #brasil #pink #red #girls #fun #rbd #rbd 2023 #soy rebelde tour #tour #brazil #rj #mia #anahi #star #novembro

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whumpacabra · 7 months

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Day 5 - Pinned Down

Building collapse, bombing mentioned, pinned down, trapped in rubble, claustrophobic environment, firearm mention, blood, description of corpses, found by the enemy, panic attack, apparent abandonment

[Follows They're People]

Being dead hurt a lot more than Wolf thought it would. His eyes fluttered open, cheek against hard concrete and ash between his teeth. The corpse next to him had taken a spoke of rebar through their skull and the blood was creeping ever closer to Wolf’s face.

Not dead yet.

He took quick inventory of his body, relieved to find no adrenaline numbed mortal wounds of his own. The floor above had collapsed, taking the staircase with it. (He had been so damn close to the exit -)

He couldn’t move.

Wolf’s panic burned bright and burned out quick. If he was paralyzed, he wouldn’t be in so much pain. He could still wiggle his toes and his fingers. His right hand was pins-and-needles where it was trapped between his ribs and the handle of his pistol. Wrist might be fractured. No spinal injury.

‘Set the charges and get out - short fuses have their use but they’re a lot less useful if they kill you with the targets.’ Ghosts words echoed around in Wolf’s skull, a groan slipping between his lips. He wanted to blame Ghost for not calling out the guard’s position in the compound so he could avoid them - but it was his fault alone.

He got sloppy, and he had to face the consequences.

Ghost hadn’t called out their position because this was a no-comms job. The target could pick up their channel, so comms were limited to emergency use only.

Wolf’s mic was pinned to his vest, silent.

Did getting trapped in the rubble of your own bombing count as an emergency?

His left arm was braced palm down beside his head (the blood from the dead man beside him was beginning to soak into his sleeve). Wolf strained, elbow contorting and his fingers just barely brushing the side of his mic’s toggle.

“Come on…you son of a…bitch…” Breathing was going to become a problem. The weight on top of him kept him from drawing anything more than shallow, panting gasps. But finally, finally. His finger caught on the toggle and static whispered to his earpiece (it was a miracle it wasn’t broken or lost or - )

“How copy…G?” He knew his breathing would sound panicked, frightened, unprofessional in all the ways his mentor despised. But Wolf knew Ghost would answer, and would understand.

The static whispered, soft and crackling in the silence of the rubble.

Wolf was not panicking - that would be unprofessional - but not being able to take a deep breath certainly made his repeated call out feel desperate.

“Target terminated. Assist. Needed.” It was easier to bite out the words, to force stability to his breathlessness.

The blood was warm as it lapped at his cheek, shallow but thick. Wolf didn’t mind a bit of blood, but it certainly was far from comfortable. His skull wasn’t actively being crushed, but he didn’t have enough space to lift or turn away from the limited scene before him.

There was light filtering through the air, dust and smoke fragmenting the dim moonlight. That was good - at least he wouldn’t suffocate. As poorly as he could breathe. The dead man was a meter to his left; he had nearly sandwiched Wolf between the guards pursuing him from below. The rebar through his skull left it a bloody mess, and the rest of his body was hidden between a portion of the upper concrete stairs. His gun lay useless in the space between them - an island of black metal in a red sea .

The static was quiet.

Wolf wasn’t panicking.

But he was going to start screaming if Ghost didn’t answer the damn -

“Channel 42, we hear you, how copy?”

Wolf felt his blood run cold at the English words tumbling over the static in his ears. Just his fucking luck tonight.

“Channel 42 identify yourself - you’re communicating on a closed channel.”

He could lie - his American accent was getting good - but he couldn’t see the name tag of the dead man next to him. And they certainly wouldn’t recognize him when they pulled him out.

“When was the last contact?…Around the time…other survivors…” The voice in his ear wasn’t talking to him anymore, the static filled with shrill English.

Wolf was now panicking.

His heart thrummed in his half crushed chest as though he had broken into a sprint. His panting gasps weren’t getting enough air to his lungs - he needed to kill comms - turn off his mic - he needed to get out before they got to him.

“Channel 42, how copy?” They asked as though they couldn’t hear his panic attack. “Retrieval team inbound. ETA is an hour out. Can you give us anymore information on your situation and location?”

He couldn’t - he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think, he couldn’t fucking move -

Where the hell was Ghost?

Ghost had to have noticed the premature explosion. Was he waiting at the rendezvous point? He would have heard Wolf’s comms. He should have heard Wolf’s comms.

Where the hell was he?

[Directly before Comms-Off Job]

(Part of my Freelancers: Swansong series)