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Deep Dream extra
Well the first tweet just made me want to say every bad word there was multiple times, with a megaphone, in various over dramatic ways. But then again I can be extra and dramatic, and I love my swear words.
Women should not say bad wrdzzz !!
I just wanted to do it sorry xD This is what happens almost every night when Luke let his hair down xD
Also this is the second mini comic/ sketch I do in digital and I love it UwU
Idk what would make Gabe more extra...
Knowing he just had a table and perfect lighting at his disposal to reveal himself... Or knowing that he went out and bought a table and got lighting just so he could reveal himself.
Imagine Your OTP
Museum tour guide at the side: “And Here we have a Statue of Adonis-“
Person A: (Not even in said tour group) “Oh, yes I know of Adonis but they’re pronouncing his name wrong, its pronounced Person B.”
Their Friend: “Really, Person A, right now! Were in a confounded museum!”
Person A: “I know and I love history, *with a grin* but honestly I could resist.”
Bonus: Person B is the tour guide/in the tour group/or just at the museum and over hears this.
Imagine Your OTP
Person A: (Doing elaborate hand gestures) “You know what I would love!”
Their Friend: “What?”
Person A: “If someone could love ME!”
Person B at their house reading a newspaper then getting a sense of Person A’s distress then bolting out the door to rush over to Person A and hug them saying “I LOVE YOU!”
Especially if when he gets his body back he's like okay "I'm going to be brave I'm going to confess to Q and then he's like wait what am I wearing I can't confess in this!!!!!!! Wardrobe change, stat"
So we all know Eliot is an extra person who cares a lot about his appearance:
I really freaking hope we get a moment when Eliot gets his body back and he realizes what the Monster has had him wearing and he’s just HORRIFIED that his body has been walking around wearing that godawful shirt with a fucking baggy blazer/coat thing over it, and those pants that aren’t nearly tight enough to show off his ass. And then he realizes his hair is so unkempt and his beautiful curls are flat and stringy.
Let us have vain, dramatic Eliot who is pissed that he’s spent months walking around as such a fashion disaster.
@coney-island-blitz
I Just finished the anime of bungo stray dogs and i read the chapter 114 of the manga, but i have the feeling i missed something. Someone can say to me if there are some manga chapter or manga extra i have to read? (Maybe for some character backstory or information that wasn't in the anime)
(I just watched the five anime season and read the chapter 114
when suga forgot his swag. ♡
Un futuro perdido entre las estrellas - Especial del Grand Prix Mágico.... Esta escena estaba rondando hace tiempo la cabeza... y tenia que hacerla!!! Me encanto la historia de Selma Yildirim y Erkan Altin... hasta ahora sigo llorando por ellos!!! ES SIMPLEMENTE CONMOVEDORA SU HISTORIA!!!!!
Es la primera vez que hago algo tan detallado... no voy a negar el hecho que fue DIFÍCIL!!!! EN MI VIDA HICE UN PAISAJE Y MENOS EL BOSFORO!!! no creo haber podido hacerle justicia a tan hermoso paisaje pero me alegro con el resultado!!!! realmente me tuve que preparar mentalmente para poder terminarlo!!!!
Un futuro perdido entre las estrellas - Especial del Grand Prix Mágico.... Esta escena estaba rondando hace tiempo la cabeza... y tenia que hacerla!!! Me encanto la historia de Selma Yildirim y Erkan Altin... hasta ahora sigo llorando por ellos!!! ES SIMPLEMENTE CONMOVEDORA SU HISTORIA!!!!!
Es la primera vez que hago algo tan detallado... no voy a negar el hecho que fue DIFÍCIL!!!! EN MI VIDA HICE UN PAISAJE Y MENOS EL BOSFORO!!! no creo haber podido hacerle justicia a tan hermoso paisaje pero me alegro con el resultado!!!! realmente me tuve que preparar mentalmente para poder terminarlo!!!!
Un futuro perdido entre las estrellas - Especial del Grand Prix Mágico.... Esta escena estaba rondando hace tiempo la cabeza... y tenia que hacerla!!! Me encanto la historia de Selma Yildirim y Erkan Altin... hasta ahora sigo llorando por ellos!!! ES SIMPLEMENTE CONMOVEDORA SU HISTORIA!!!!!
Es la primera vez que hago algo tan detallado... no voy a negar el hecho que fue DIFÍCIL!!!! EN MI VIDA HICE UN PAISAJE Y MENOS EL BOSFORO!!! no creo haber podido hacerle justicia a tan hermoso paisaje pero me alegro con el resultado!!!! realmente me tuve que preparar mentalmente para poder terminarlo!!!!
You guys can’t read my mind… Right?
WENDY - RED VELVET
WENDY - RED VELVET + extra SeulDy.
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WENDY - RED VELVET
WENDY - RED VELVET + extra Wenyerm-WenRi. ❏; Like ‘n reblog if using, pls. ❏; Don’t claim as your own. ❏; Feel free to request! ❏; Pls follow rlvtness
Thank you for sharing. Thank you for writing....One of the most perfect fics omg wowww!
just need you.
a/n : I blame @joshlmbrt for this. u asked for it and it got me horny so here you go 🧡
prompt: men who knead your thighs and hip as you sit on their lap with their big hands as you slick their hair back and tell them about your day. who get so hard when you kiss their forehead and tell them you have to go shower. who don’t let you go and fuck you on the couch — deep, thoroughly, filled with love
pairing: david loki x f!reader
warnings: 18+ only, no minors please. language, smut, creampie, cockwarming, david gets horny from feeling loved.
Parking your car in the driveway just behind David’s Crown Vic, you switch the alarm on as you make your way over the grassy pathway paved from David’s walking over time.
Despite the dull day you had, you smile at the butterflies that still flutter every time you’re about to see him. Using the spare key he had gifted you, you unlock the front door and step inside.
You take the liberty of making yourself at home by kicking your shoes off and walking further inside towards the kitchen, you set your bag on a chair and drape your coat over its’ back.
“Baby, that you?” he asks from the living room.
“Yeah, it’s me, honey” you reply walking over with a smile.
He leans back and manspreads against the couch after crouching over the files and documents all fanned out over his coffee table along with his gun holster and badge. You take in the sight of him, hair slicked back from his shower, dressed in a tight white tank that accentuates his muscles. He usually wears them under his button-ups, but you love it when he wears them in the house, paired with a pair of gray sweatpants.
“You look so tired, baby.”
“I am tired” he smiles reaching for your thighs to guide you closer and unspokenly invites you to sit on his welcoming lap.
You accept and lean against his broad solid figure, lazily draping one arm around his neck while your other hand rests against his chest.
“Too tired for me?” You smirk watching his eyes trail down your body to your crossed thighs.
“Never too tired for you, honey” he replies taking your knee and pulling it towards him to let you drape your leg over his as his other hands sits at your waist.
“I hope not” you chuckle and press your lips against his to properly say hello. “I missed you” you whisper.
“I missed you too, honey… Didn’t get to see you this morning.”
His eyes close as he nuzzles his nose into your neck, taking in the lingering scent of your sweet perfume as his palm glides up and down your thigh.
“I know. You spent the whole night on duty, so I figured we wouldn’t anyways. But we’re together now hm?”
“Yeah, honey. You’re right. How was your day, hm?” he questions lifting his head to admire the gentle details of your face.
He listens to you vent about your day, kneading your thigh as his other hand slowly rubs your back up and down. He listens thoroughly, making a comment here and there, asking questions as you go on, but the glimpses he takes down your shirt and at your thighs don’t go unnoticed by you.
They make you feel loved and desired although you decide not to call them out because you’re drinking him in just the same; eye roaming up and down his chest, fingers gently twirling the hairs that peek out from the top of his tank or delicately squeezing at his biceps as you mindlessly rub his strong arm.
“How about your day, baby?”
“I don’t wanna talk about my day, honey. Just…” he sighs closing his eyes.
You know how his job takes a toll on him. Being a detective means having to see and witness things that are generally hard to stomach, let alone forget. And, although he can never forget certain things he wishes he could, he’d rather treasure the moments you get to spend together because, not only are they too few, they help him shut the rest of the world out. These moments with you melt away all worries he carries as a detective and allows him to just be David, a loving and caring boyfriend.
“It’s ok, babe. You don’t have to,” you answer with a tender kiss to his forehead.
You let your kiss linger there for a moment as he groans contently, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you closer. You’re almost certain you could feel his dick hardening as your fingers comb through his damp hair.
You chuckle imagining how good and relaxed he must when you take care of him.
“Why don’t you put this stuff away then and order us a pizza? Or whatever you’re in the mood for? I’m gonna go shower.”
You move to try to stand up, but he shakes his head. His arms tighten around you and hold you in place.
“No, baby. Stay here with me. Wanna be with you” he pleads wrinkling his forehead as his brows pinch together. His hand rises from your waist and his palm rests against your cheek when his lips meet yours. “Missed you so much, honey. Feel so good when you’re with me.”
You smirk noting how his breathing hitches and his cock twitches when you kiss his forehead again.
Gently peppering his forehead with kisses, he exhales sharply clenching his jaw as he pulls your legs to fully straddle his lap. His hands greedily grope at your thighs, at your hips and at your ass, enjoying your body’s fullness through your stretchy leggings.
You pull your head back a bit, letting your fingers meet at the back of his head to continue their therapeutic scratching on his scalp.
“I haven’t even showered yet, babe” you whisper shyly concerned, fearing your natural scent might be slightly more noticeable.
“No, honey, no. You smell so good for me” he frowns with eyes closed and shakes his head. “Just wanna be with you right now.”
“Yeah?” you whisper letting him kiss on your neck as he grinds his hardened dick against your sex.
“Yeah, baby. Feel so good on me like this. Can you feel it?”
“Y-yeah” you answer breathlessly as you give in and grind your dampening pussy against his crotch. “I feel your cock, baby. Feels so nice and hard.”
“Yeah? You like how it feels like this?”
You nod licking your dry lips as you continue dry humping his clothed cock, whispering how you love his dick so much as it throbs in his sweatpants when his hands pull your leggings up to make your ass and mound more noticeable.
He groans gently biting at your collarbone as he relishes the friction your body provides. Panting softly, you move your hips faster as his hard dick rubs against your sensitive nub.
“Fuck, Dave. Right there… That feels so good.”
“Ride me, baby. Just like that. It’s ok, I got you.”
Lost in the intoxicating pleasure that is washing over you, he rests his forehead against yours watching your face contort as you chase your orgasm.
“Cum for me, baby girl. You can do it. Feels so good, right? You like it, don’t you?”
“Fucking love it” you whimper feeling it build in your core. “So close, Dave. F-Fuck!” you pant as his hands grip your hips to pull them closer. “Gonna-gonna cum!”
“That’s my baby girl. Cum for me, sweetheart.”
The pleasure snaps in your core as you moan and slowly still your hip to soothe yourself with slow thrusts against his dick.
Running his fingers up and down your obvious camel toe, he clenches his jaw realizing how wet your leggings are from the dry humping and your orgasm.
“Honey, can I rip these? Please? Please? I need to feel you.”
“But they’re new, babe. I just got them.”
“I’ll get you new ones, I promise. Promise you” he quietly begs with the softest voice. “I’ll get you a hundred if you let me rip these right now. I’m so fucking hard, it’s hurting.”
He might as well; you’re almost sure they’re ruined now from the slick that’s gushing out.
The second you nod and approve, all eyes go straight to your crotch. You hold onto his knees as you angle your hips forward for him. David quickly gropes at the fabric, pulling it carefully away from your skin. Digging his finger into a small tear, he rips a hole into the middle of your leggings to expose your wet panties.
"Hold them for me, honey" he asks, fumbling with his sweatpants to push them down enough to free his dick.
You eagerly obey and pull your panties to the side to reveal your soaking cunt. With one hand on your hip, he pscoots you close as his other hand holds his cock to guide it against your folds.
"Fucking..." he sighs closing his eyes as his head lulls back at the pleasure of your warmth against his cock.
Taking advantage of the moment, you dip your head to kiss his neck but David's quick to capture your lips with his. He stills his kiss for a moment as he stares hungrily at you, letting his hands do the work of guiding his dick into your entrance.
You smirk as you ease down slowly on his cock, watching how his mouth slowly opens into an O. The pained expression is purely based on the pleasure and self control he's got over himself to not cum right away.
"Easy, baby. Easy." You remind him by pressing kisses to his forehead as you start to slowly move your hips.
His hands squeeze at your hips and ass, so desperate to sink his fingers into your soft flesh.
"Fuck, you're wet on my cock, honey. Can't hold back too long" he begs.
"I got you, baby. It's ok" you pant riding his cock.
You gently grip at his hair while his mouth mauls at your neck. The moans he elicits out of you are aphrodisiacal music that weave through his veins and make straight for his dick.
He replaces your hand with his, holding your panties to the side from behind with his hand resting against your ass.
"Tell me you love me" he pleads, shutting his eyes hard as he feels his orgasm building.
"I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much. Love every single bit of you" you pant heavily rocking your hips roughly against his.
"God, don't stop, honey. Don't stop!"
I love you's spill from your mouth as you chase his release until you feel his broad body tense under your arms that hug him, filling you with hot white cum. Noting the way he stills your hip from the sensitivity, you pause long enough to let him calm down and slowly regain your movements to help soothe him.
Lifting his head, he kisses you, letting his tongue invade your mouth hungrily as his arms lock around your waist like a belt to hold your pussy on his bottoming out dick.
"God, I fucking love you too."
Painted Wastebasket - Country Kitchen Add-on
I wasn’t planning on making another release this weekend, and I don’t normally make objects, but my sister has been asking me to make a painted vintage wastebasket like our grandmother used to have ever since she saw an ask for midcentury trashcans on @twentiethcenturysims. Now that the country kitchen kit is out I didn’t really have much to keep me from saying no, since EA gave us a decorative bucket shaped like a trash can but no trash can. Why, EA?
This is not a new mesh, it’s a recolor of the base game trash can “Baby’s First Trashcan.” I don’t really have enough experience with objects to make a functional object anyway. I used textures from the bucket and the flour tin for decorations. There are 20 swatches in all, three solid textures and seventeen with vintage designs on both sides.
Should be base game compatible, but let me know if you have any issues.
Download: SFS
Thank you also to @albumenplumbob for making it so I could get the textures for these since I don’t have the kit. :)
@maxismatchccworld