Rest in Peace, Tony.

I'll always remember your smile.

Anthony Head (1954-2026)

Jack O’Connell - Trial by fire interview

YOU JUST LOVE HOW LARGE YOUR BOYFRIEND IS ᝰ.ᐟ

warnings: slightly suggestive content but other than that literally nothing, mentions of blood and injuries

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this came to me in a vision, anyway… i’m sharing it with you… i need this loser so bad, those new ddba s3 pics of him have sent my mind into a frenzy. freak4freak

you were lounging on the bed, your skin still faintly damp from the shower. tiny beads of water clung to the nape of your neck where the spray had brushed against you.

your skin faintly smelled of that new shampoo and body lotion you had tried — the memory of dex wrapping his arms around you and inhaling your scent still freshly engraved in your mind.

you're too young for me!dex who's so hesitant on getting into a relationship with you at first, so he doesn't implicate what you two are, yet. but dex so desperately wants you to belong to him and him only. he tries so hard to be subtle but his obsessiveness get the best of him, you're on his mind 24/7, what else is he supposed to do?

Luca Vannella - The Milton Agency

Why am I cracking up tho

18+

The weight of the Seven’s judgment had never felt like this, like the seam of Baelor’s velvet breeches dragging against your soaked cunt, slow, while his pale fingers dug crescents into your hips.

He was being mean, oh so mean.

“Such a wanton creature” he murmured, voice honeyed and cruel, as you shuddered atop his thigh. His other hand tilted your chin up toward the crystal prism catching candlelight. “Grinding on me like a needy whore in heat”

You whimpered, rolling your hips again. The friction was maddening, not enough, yet too much. Baelor’s lips brushed your ear, so soft compared to how mean he was being.

“Look at you” he breathed, thumb pressing the corner of your mouth. “Desperate. Begging without words. And so beautiful”

A tear slipped down your cheek, shame, or need, you could no longer tell. He caught it on his fingertip, then touched it to his tongue.

“Again” he commanded. His thigh lifted slightly, the pressure made your clit catch the perfect friction against his breeches. “Weep for me.”

And when you shattered, crying out against his robes, Baelor smiled and held you tighter.

“Shh” he soothed, stroking your hair as you trembled. “I have you”

in his shadow. (see me practising their faces below)

#460

#448

honestly sometimes there's no better feeling than rereading a fic you've written and coming out of it going, "yeah that actually this DOES slap. exactly what i wanted to read. fucking nailed it."

Summary: Lena just started her dream job as a personal assistant of the team principal of Yama Racing Rally Team. As she navigates her new life, she meets the love of her life.

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ and smut (evenutally), minors and ageless do not interact, slow burn, mutual pining, slow start, no beta

Neither of them was aware how much time passed with them basically just staring at each other's faces, lit by ever-changing scenes on a small hotel TV. Unbeknownst to Lena, James got really worried, but was wary of doing anything. At times, he seriously considered wiping tears from her face, feeling guilty of triggering her tears by inadvertently forcing her to relive her hurtful memories. He noticed she seemed so off, almost like she shut down for a time. Guilt, mixing with anxiety, sent his mind into an overdrive, in that familiar overthinking that he was just now explaining to Lena. 

Once again, I'm shamelessly promoting my side blog that features only OC characters and storylines. If you like rally, slow burn, and a writing that is a little more clumsy than how I usually write, leave me a comment! I am always trying to hone my writing <3

Need To Know

݈݇— pairings: nerdy!roommate AU dex poindexter x roommate!freader ݈݇— summary: Your friends keep laughing it off whenever you swear your shy, roommate Dex is secretly a total catch under the oversized clothing—they just can't see it like you do and you're finally determined to confirm it for yourself. ݈݇— [18+] themes: implied stalking, perverted roommate, dex acting pathetic, ooc dex, size kink, praise kink, teasing/seduction, body worship, msub, foreplay, oral (m & f receiving), dick slaps, face-riding, mating press, dirty talk, unprotected piv(pls use protection), creampie. Porn with plot. No use of y/n. Author's Notes: Inspired by Need To Know by Doja Cat. Another fucking self indulgent fanfic. May or may not make a part 2 depending on how this goes lol.

Dex was right in the middle of staring at the same stubborn line of code for the third damn time when the loud clatter echoed from the living room, followed immediately by your very loud, very frustrated “Oh fuck!”

His hands froze on the keyboard. He was already half out of his chair before his brain caught up—because that’s what roommates did. They checked on each other. They didn’t just sit there spiraling through every worst-case scenario while their heart tried to punch its way out of their chest. Especially not when it was you.

He should’ve knocked. He knew the rule. But the door was already cracked open, and the only rule that actually mattered in his head (the one he’d invented the day you moved in) was simple: make sure you’re okay. Even if his palms were already clammy. Even if he’d spent the last six months pretending he didn’t notice you in anything less than full-coverage pajamas.

A goddman masterpiece

🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

more lyonel art because I’m obsessed and physically cannot stop drawing him !!

#451

He's at your window — B.P.

masterlist

A routine, that's all you craved for when you skipped town a couple of months ago. That's what you try to remind yourself as another day, identical to the previous, begins.

You wake up tangled in your cheep sheets, glistening with sweat as the first rays of sunshine filter through your open window.

You paddle to the small kitchen of your new home, the floorboards creaking under your bare feet, and make yourself a cup of coffee. Then, you start to get ready for another shift at the diner.

Ohh this was good I love the combination of stalking and pathetic Dex so much 🥵🥵

Pairing: Mike Webster x fem!reader

Summary: Preparing with your team for the world championship, you clash with Coach Mike, until tensions erupt.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: MDNI, NSFW, smut, explicit, no physical description of the reader, mentions of female genitalia, AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used, sport violence, power imbalance, female masturbation (mentioned), edging, cuming in pants (m), oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, porn without plot, plot what plot, first draft yolo, no beta

Notes: This was supposed to be a drabble, but I lost the plot. And I still haven’t watched the episode, so Coach Mike is probably OOC. Sorry not sorry. All my characters are adults.

You never lied to yourself about your attraction to Mike, and it’s not like you never pleasured yourself to thoughts of him and what looked like a sizable package. You were familiar with his touch, as he always insisted on helping you stretch after your extra drills, expertly finding all the teeny tiny knots in your thigh muscles, often dealing with them himself, his fingers massaging into your supple flesh, pressing and tugging as you tried hard not to grunt.

I loved the edging because he definitely deserved it

This was top tier ❤️❤️

Oh he absolutely deserved it 😏😏

So happy you liked it 🫶🫶