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rafecameronsmistress · 16 hours
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rafe telling u to be quiet bc ur loud as fuck
ooouuu yes. loud as fuck but can’t help it!! the way he hits it is just too much!!
pornographic moans fall from your lips as rafe drills into you from behind “oh my god rafe- fuck-” you cry out. he wraps an arm around you bringing your back to his chest and covers your mouth with his other hand “you wanna get us caught?” he asks, you shake your head. “then be quiet.” you reach up and guide his fingers into your mouth sucking on them harshly, you whimper as he reaches your sweet spot. another moan escaping your mouth as you’re on the brink of cumming. he pulls his hand from your lips and gives you a smack on the mouth “jesus christ kid, shut the fuck up.” he shoves you back down pushing your face into the pillow. he grunts, pumping into you faster hoping he can finish before anyone finds you two. “i’m cumming rafe please don’t stop” your scream muffled by the pillow. you gush around his cock, your body shaking. “shit” he hisses then pulls out and shoots his load all over your ass. “i’m never fucking you at my house again, you’re too much kid.. too much.” he says shaking his head. you cover your face and giggle “it’s your fault!” you say before throwing his blankets over your head in embarrassment. “i know the dick is good but damn..” he mumbles to himself as he gets dressed.
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calvinandhobbes · 2 years
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Aimee Nezhukumatathil, “Baked Goods”
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milubrique · 11 months
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hozier was insane for writing work song
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nat1nonsense · 2 years
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Something about how Ashton fights the way he does because they’re always looking for that adrenaline and because he’s so used to getting into shit and it’s something familiar to them, versus how Orym fights the way he does (likely) because it makes him feel closer to home and it makes him feel like he has control after having lost so much
Something about how even though there’s so many differences between Orym and Ashton, especially in their fighting styles and why they fight, it really comes down to the both of them just wanting to protect the people they love
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stuffydollband · 2 months
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No one will ever convince me that @taylorswift writing a song called “Florida” and having Florence + The Machine feature on it isn’t a gift for me personally
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midnightcowboy1969 · 1 year
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Harvey (1950)
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cqcandchill · 3 months
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supervisor was niceys to me incident 1 healed 173535 alive
except for the fact that he wants me to give a talk about my honour's thesis (when it's done). to a conference like csz. full of people. do you know how many people go to those things! too many!!!!!!!!!!
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ravnloft · 3 months
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i want to play skyrim and decorate my house but i had like 260 mods on it and they did an update and i have to re-download ALL OF THAT onto my hard drive and get it all set up and i KNOW there were a bunch of things i had customized on my old drive and i am. so afraid the game is gonna just shit itself and crash if i try to run it 😭
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bluetenderness · 6 months
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It's barely 3 pm and I've already been through every emotion known to mankind
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felicityphoenix5 · 7 months
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moodboard for when the omens are good amirite folks
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doggypuppygoodbye · 2 years
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i will be crying about this!!! WILF!!!
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2.06 of The Bear nearly took me out. Watched it in four different sittings to mentally handle it and it still wasn’t enough
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bumblehoneybee · 1 month
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A wonderful idea sent to me by the lovely @shiorimia ! Thank you so much!
Warning: descriptions of blood and gore
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It was a stupid mistake. A misstep, a wrong turn, confused directions and jumbled ideas of left and right. You went the wrong way, and instead of finding cover, you stumbled into an open clearing.
Your head swivels, scanning piles of broken concrete and drill bits, scattered toys and suspicious stains. Dogday, gripping your shoulders, clinging on for dear life, watches your six in return. There’s nothing but the way you returned, or a door you can see off in the dark distance. One you have no assurance is unlocked and will lead somewhere safe.
But you can’t go back, so might as well move and find another way out.
You take off towards the door, body heavy, lungs screaming for a rest. But there’s no time, not with the distant screech of claws on concrete. You force your leadened legs to move faster, teeth grit-
“Angel!”
Dogday’s shout comes too late. Your legs are knocked out from under you in a flash of purple. You hit the ground hard, pants tearing at the knees as you slide across the concrete, hands out to brace you. It’s like a memory, distant in your mind, of playgrounds and laughter turned tears from stinging wounds soothed by a soft voice and soft hands. But no such softness exists for you here.
Instead, your body is shocked by the sudden absence of weight upon your back. Reeling, you push yourself up, seeing a stunned Dogday lying a few feet away. He rubs his head, braced on one elbow, his eyes on you and the bloodied handprints you leave behind.
He doesn’t see the looming figure behind him, the white eyes focused on him, the clawed hand reaching through the darkness in a cloud of glinting red.
You don’t think, and throw your gas mask right into Catnap’s face. It smacks him dead on, and he reels back with a screech of shock and pain.
“Dogday!” You cry, scrambling towards him in a desperate attempt to prevent tragedy. “Duck!”
Such a good boy, Dogday drops at your command, letting you deal with the hissing, spitting Catnap that swipes at him. But he misses, too high to catch Dogday, especially when you throw yourself over him.
Dogday doesn’t quite know what happened. All he knows is that you’re over him, then you’re not. You’re knocked aside, hitting the ground once more in a heavy, concerning thud. But that’s not the sound that bothers Dogday; it’s the distinct sound of liquid splattering across the floor.
He turns, and there you lie. Three marks carve through your stomach, a perfect curve that ends in a spray of blood off your side, onto the floor, like a feathered wing of red. Dogday twists, pulling himself around, dragging himself to where you are.
Catnap hisses and spits at your fallen body.
Dogday gets closer and sees the twist of agony upon your face.
He turns around and lunges at Catnap.
It’s not a fair fight. Catnap has the red gas and sharp claws, but Dogday has a brick he grabbed off the ground and the element of surprise. He swings it down on Catnap’s shoulder, and the cat yowls at the deafening crack that sounds from the impact, skittering off towards the shadows from which he came with a deep limp. Dogday barks after him, rough and enraged and promising more hurt if he came back.
He backs up as he barks, under he bumps into you. Only then does he stop, moving to hover over you as he scans around for any more threats. His body sits tense, fur stood on end, a growl ready in his throat for whatever he might see.
But nothing comes, and the growl melts into a whimper. 
You’re bleeding. His angel, bleeding. Dogday whines loudly, but there’s no one around to help. Poppy and Kissy are somewhere safe, but you’re both out in the open. How is he going to get you somewhere safe? Where is somewhere safe?
Dogday lowers down closer to you. His nose is assaulted with the stench of iron, and he gags. He hates the smell, but bears it for now. He has to get you somewhere with bandages, scraps of fabric, anything to stem the wounds.
He looks towards the door you were running to before. It’s his best bet, and his only option at this point.
Dogday lowers down. It’s hard to maneuver you onto his back, hard to make you lie on your own wounds, balanced over his shoulder to keep you from falling as Dogday crawls towards the door. He moves as fast as he can, thankful for your insistence in making him eat, making him sleep, getting him healthy and strong enough to do this for you.
The door is unlocked, a small miracle. Dogday shoves his way into the dim back hall, growling at the tiny pairs of eyes that turn to the light. The mini critters back away from the big dog’s slow stalk down the hall. He bites at those who get too close, jaws snapping at limbs and tails, all while scanning signs and plaques.
There must be a medical room nearby. There has to be one.
With the blood soaking Dogday’s back, he knows he has to find it. A simple red cross, one he’s seen before. He’s taken kids there before, he was taken there by you, when you rescued him. You, who bandaged him and sewed shut his wounds despite your shaky hands and scared eyes, scared to hurt him more. You could never hurt him.
But right now, Dogday knows he’s hurting you.
He claws his way around the next corner, feeling your body gasp and heave against him. “Hang on, angel.” Dogday gasps, spotting hints of red in the dim shadows. “Almost there. . .”
His arms are starting to ache. His back cramps from the awkward angle it needs to keep you from falling. Dogday has felt worse pain. He tells himself this as he pushes himself forward, unwilling to stop. You saved him. Now he must save you. He has to, has to make up for being useless, a burden.
This is all his fault, after all. He should’ve stayed with Poppy and Kissy like you suggested, not demanded to follow you, to protect you. He couldn’t even manage it. And now you’re. . . you’re dying.
Dogday growls the thought away.
The red is a cross, one Dogday nearly cries to see. He snaps at the critters that try to block the way, batting aside those that don’t immediately retreat. The door is unlocked, nearly hanging off its hinges, but Dogday slams it back, sealed into the frame.
There’s a bed in the corner, too high to reach without legs. Dogday chooses the floor instead, easier to get to you. He rolls, letting you gently fall onto your back. 
“Angel.” Dogday whines, seeing the state of you. Everything is red. Horrible, horrible red.
He looks away, and crawls towards the drawers and cabinets. Their contents are picked through, but small bandages, expired disinfectants, rags and tape all remain. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, but it will have to work.
Dogday takes a slow breath, forces down his worries and emotions, and gets to work.
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When you wake up, the world crawling back into your being, everything is sore. Your body loathes to move, but you paw your hands at the squishy fabric beneath you, bundling blankets in your fist to ground your body to this plane. Your head slowly cocks side to side, seeing the dark ceiling, the trash strewn about the floor, the door blocked with a pile of furniture.
And the muted orange arm that lays along your side, connected to the body that hovers just over yours. You stare up at Dogday, but he’s focused on the door, growling every time a soft scratching drags along the wood.
What happened? You remember Catnap lunging at Dogday, then. . . oh.
“Dogday?” You rasp, throat sore and dry.
The toy above you jolts, nearly falling over as he twists to look at you. His hand hovers, fingers ghosting your temple, your cheek, your chin. His noses along your throat, twisting your head this way and that like he expects to find a new injury. 
You feel his hand brush along your stomach. The inhale you try to take feels contained, stomach straining against a barrier. He bandaged you, it seems. You must be in a medical room, one he found and got you both to.
“Catnap?” You ask, too tired to fully form the question.
Luckily, Dogday understands. “I chased him off, angel. We’re safe.” You sigh, only to tense when Dogday growls again, louder than before. “You. . . You shouldn’t have done that.” He shakes his head at your confusion. “You could’ve been killed!”
You wince at his volume. “Dogday-”
“You are not expendable!” He snaps. You feel pinned by his gaze, heated and sharp and digging into your very skin. “Not like me! I cannot defeat the prototype, but you can. So you need to stop being stupid, and prioritize yourself!”
The silence is only broken by his heavy breathing. You can only blink up at him, not expecting such a heavy conversation (or more really, lecture) so soon after waking up. 
You reach up, touching his cheek. Dogday automatically reaches up with you, cradling your palm so you don’t have to strain.
“But. . .” You whisper, guilt stewing low in your split gut. “But he would’ve hurt you.”
A scoff escapes Dogday. He shakes his head, pressing his eyes into your palm as he growls and grumbles and cries. The tears won’t stop, not now that he knows you’re still alive, that he was able to save you after all. Especially not with how simple and kind you are, even in the face of death itself.
“You’re. . .” Dogday huffs, biting back a whimper. “You’re stupid to think I’m worth your life.”
You can only smile. “But you are. You’re worth everything.”
Dogday whines, loud and agonizing. He drops, collapsing finally into the arms you open for him. Your fingers comb through his fur, scratching the base of his ears, his neck, along his jaw, all places you know he likes. He can’t muster the energy to wag his tail, but he huddles close to you, to your whispers of promises, of assurances that you both will leave this hell, together.
Dogday listens, and swears to himself that you won’t ever get hurt again. He’ll work as hard as he must to make sure you never suffer like this again.
No more burdens. He’ll be a proper guard dog to you, or he’ll die trying. You deserve as much.
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theropoda · 2 years
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I really cannot get a good screenshot to do justice but like holy smokes man
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prettygiri222 · 7 months
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Handle Me, Who Gon Handle Me?
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Summary: you wanted to be fuck nigga free but Ony had different plans...
Ony x Black Fem Reader SMUT
“girl go talk to him.” your girlfriend said as she nudged your shoulder. you don’t even need to turn around to know who she’s talking about. the second you entered the party, a harsh gaze was glued to you, undressing you. it didn’t help that you barely had any clothes on but you were starting to shiver.
“i’m good, i don’t want to deal with any niggas tonight,” you said as you made up your face. no matter how fine the 6’4 darkskin with the taper fade, gold chain that matched his grills, and the pearly white tee and sweatpants combo where his dick pri- no! tonight was a nigga free night.
“let’s get some drinks. i’m tryna get fucked up!” you tried to switch the subject. you had just gotten out of a 4 year relationship after you found out your highschool sweetheart had been cheating on you. so you just wanted to go out and have some fun with ur bestie. something you haven't done in a while.
after a couple of drink you and your gf finally hit the floor. “shake that ass hoe!” she screamed out as you bent over. Sexxy Red was blaring on the speakers so you know you had to act out. 
your ex would’ve been throwing a fit if he saw you right now. he always preached about how women should be respectable and how you were one of the only “good ones.” you should’ve noticed the red flags before you caught him dicking down the girl he promised was like a sister to him.
your ass was gonna be all over snap in the morning with the way you were throwing it. girls and guys behind you were tryna catch it before a stubborn grip found it’s way behind you.
“damn ma” a deep voice said behind you. you looked up at your friend and she was giving you the thumbs up, that told you all you need to know before ur hands hit the floor.
“YES BITCH!” the music was loud but ur friend was louder and one thing she was gonna do was hype you up.
“damn, hold on ma” the tight grip on ur hips seized. you took it as your chance to get up and turn around. turns out you’ve been dancing on the fine darkskin from before.
“what? can’t handle this?” you sassed. you wouldn’t have had the nerve to say this sober much less act out like this, but liquor was your liquid courage. 
you didn’t miss the chance to check him out, eyeing him up and down before reaching to his eyes. they were red asf, and if that wasn’t your sign, he was high it was the way the smell of weed mixed with his cologne, creating a delicious scent that made you weak in the knees.
he checked you out with no concern in the world, eye fucking you in the middle of the party. “nah, i’m tryna get us out of here.” he spoke in that husky voice of his.
“i'm good” you said with fake nonchalance, his lowered gaze made you feel as if he could see right through you. “you wouldn’t be able to hand me anyways.” you quickly added looking away.
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“w-wait!” you choked out. you reached backwards hopping it’ll slow him but he just slapped your hand away.
“don’t run away. you said i couldn’t handle you right?” after your sly little comment the man you learned as Onyankopon wasted no time having you spread out in the back of his blacked out hellcat.
“was lying.” it was like he wasn’t even listening to you. the second you got to the car, he had you ass up face down. you didn’t even have time to take off ur skirt he just pushed it up past your ass and pulled your thong to side. your tits falling out of your shirt cause you went braless.
“mhm.” he groans out deeply. he was drilling your shit hard, you don’t even remember how many times you came but he didn’t show signs of slowing.
“m sorry” you were crying at this point. he was wayyy bigger than ur ex, you've never been stretched you out like this. “Ony?” you whimpered as his thrusts begun to slow down before he removed it completely. he flipped you over on your back inserting himself back in one thrust.
“look at me when i’m fucking you ma’ or imma stop foreal.” he grabbed your jaw with one hand forcing you to look at him. your jaw was slacked as breathless moans left your mouth, your eyes were too hazed out to focus on him.
“look at me ma” he said softly as he lightly slapped your cheeks. you felt your orgasm building up more intensely than the last. you looked up at him, and the sight was enough to almost make you come again. Ony was above you shirtless, his chain dangling inches above your face, his sweat made him glisten in the dimlight.
“Onyyy s-slow down” you were pushing his stomach trying to squirm away from the onslaught of thrusts. he gripped your wrists and held them above your head with one hand and the other forced ur leg up beside your head.
“fuck that running shit ma’, you’re going to take. this. dick.” Ony was hammering into you at this point, you couldn’t even breath. your vision was going black as your orgasm approached.
“Ony!”
“I know ma’ give me a sec” Ony was chasing his release and felt himself come undone as you squeezed him, hard. “f-fuck ma’ come with me, please.” he begged.
he didn’t have to tell you twice, you both came together, bodies shaking as you reached climaxed. he rested his forehead on yours as you both came down from your high.
“think I did more than handle you ma” he said as he looked down, noticing the soaking mess you made on his red seats. “think you gon have to pay for it.” he said, smirking down at you.
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fxllfaiiry · 11 months
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𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐨 ! ୧ ‧₊˚
pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader
summary: you go to the monaco grand prix alone, but come back with a certain someone.
warnings: none! one small spelling error please don't mind it!
notes: requested ─ yes (deleted the request by accident). I'm trying out a new format of smau, I may change it later but we'll see. face claim: simone ashley cause I'm literally obsessed with her <3
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⤷ yourusername 🌷💜
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user1 mommy 🛐
szakillbill wait charles liked??
user4 ariana, what are you doing here?
wallows_4 it's probably nothing tbh 😭
user2 I just fell to my knees in a walmart
gluesong19 how is she this hot??
ynsmymomm_1 woman 😌✨
user5 I want her so bad!!!
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⤷ ynsupdatess y/n today at the monaco grand prix!
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user22 something's definitely cooking y'all 👀
iloveyn I need her wardrobe 😔
user09 if charles pulled my wife then istg 😒
lwymmdstan lord have mercy 😩
userskies mother is there?? omg??
katesharmaluvr we got fed today!!!
lavenderhaze1 charles must have an unimaginable amount of rizz to have pulled her
user29 she only gets the best
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⤷ yourusername monaco was a dream 💐
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userynslover Y/N SOFT LAUNCHING?? OMG
taycatswift the rumors are true?? what??
tomdaya23 she didn't leave monaco empty handed 🤭
heartstopperlovebot she's living a fairytale life ✨
alwaysandforever I don't know if I want to be her or be with her??
charlesandyn it's 100% charles!!
sweaterweather505 she's the queen of soft launching, look how aesthetic this post is!!
flawlesstnb charles is one lucky guy 😔
user8 if they're together then they'll be the hottest couple fr
lanahoneymoon @/charles_leclerc WE NEED ANSWERS!!!
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⤷ yourusername came to monaco alone, left with the love of my life 🫶
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yns1andonly IT'S HAPPENING Y'ALL!!!
user80 this is not a drill
sheilakijawani2 THE WAY I SCREAMED 😭😭
gracieabramsluvr the caption?? I'm crying 🥹
fxllmoonluv only the best for them <3
diorariana the stars of the show 🫶🫶
livelaughbooks 🥹🫶
charles_leclerc couldn't let you leave alone, could I?
yourusername ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹
user11 SHAKING, SOBBING, CRYING, THROWING UP-
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