I just want Chris Redfield to put me in prone bone and make me take it 😔😔 is that too much to ask?
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I just want Chris Redfield to put me in prone bone and make me take it 😔😔 is that too much to ask?
8 years on borrowed time
[tw: mentions of suicide]
So around 8 years ago I tried to kill myself. I was 16 and it was a beautiful June day. Today I'm 24 and it's a quite chilly, rainy March day. I never thought I'd make it so far but I did. Somehow, I did. Dear God!!! How happy I am that I did.
Every day is borrowed for me. Every time I wake up in the morning, I live a day longer than I planned to. And yet, I can't find it in myself to regret not ending my life.
If I had died those 8 years ago, I would have missed out on so many things. Both happy and sad, because all of them made me into who I am today. I'd miss out on the friends and the heartache, on successes and failures, on good days and bad days. I'd miss out on so much life worth living.
ok but what if I was spitroasted by Leon Kennedy and Luis Serra?
Just started watching Foundation with my brother and it was a BAD IDEA !!! Every scene with Brother Day, I have to clench my whole body to not give away how feral I am for this man. I yearn for him in ways concerning to feminism !! give me a chance and you won't have to clone people ever again
Astarion Ancunin is pissing me off but it says more about me than him
(warning: talks about depression, abuse, homophobia, self-harm and suicide)
When Baldur's Gate 3 launched, the Internet was suddenly flooded by people yearning for Astarion. He became a Joe Jonas, Harry Styles or Troy Bolton overnight. So when I played BG3 for the very first time, I was curious. What's up with that guy? Lo and behold - from the very first meeting, I was ready to knock his teeth out. However, I'm an introspective person, and so I did some self-reflection on why that is. It turns out, Astarion reminds me of something (someone) I haven't gotten over yet:
Me:*immersed in all the mafia/monster "he's scary but not to her" comfort scenarios* My Brain: So you're fantasizing about a partner who loves you unconditionally, is reliable/dependable, keeps you in a safe bubble both physically and emotionally, makes you a priority to the point of being devoted, is emotionally mature and openly appreciates you as a person? Me: ... My Brain:... My Brain: So how's your relationship with your parents? Me: We are NOT doing this right now
as a person who has a thing for older men, I would like to file a formal complaint against everyone responsible for the Curator in The Dark Pictures Anthology:
so you're going to create a mysterious, good-looking and well-dressed man, put him in a position of power and NOT let me at least smooch him?
Illegal. Unnacceptable. Jail.
Watching The Gentlemen is great but the desire to be Raymon Smith’s trophy wife is GREATER.
A violent man calling me a good girl would fix me
[warning: sexual content]
Billy excuses himself from the table. Walking towards the restaurant bathroom, he catches a glimpse of the men sitting nearby - they've been getting on his nerves all night. Snickering, whispering and shamelessly gawking at you in a way that even made him uncomfortable. Although, in all fairness, he understood the commotion. It was part of the reason he needed to leave your vicinity for a moment.
He locks the bathroom door behind him and lets out an exhausted sigh. Were his trousers always this uncomfortable? Billy shifts uncomfortably, tugging at his pants. With all the strength he can gather, he tries to take deep breaths and not think of the short button-up dress you're wearing. Especially, not the first two buttons you have, definitely on accident, left open. Or the way the peach-coloured material wrapped around your hips and waist, luring him in like a siren. You really are testing his patience.
With another deep breath and a ragged sigh, Billy leaves the bathroom, appearing as though he didn't just go through a small crisis. Walking towards you, his eyes watch the chattering men who are pointing at something in your general direction. Billy's angry eyes catch the stare of one of the gawkers. The thought that any of them could have a chance with you would be funny in its delusion if it didn't piss him off so much. He snorts mockingly.
Looking back at you, his eyes linger on your cleavage a little longer than befits a gentleman. To be honest, he'd love to just rip that flimsy dress off of you and creampie you right against the restaurant table for the shameless men to watch. He could stare into their envy-ridden eyes as your pathetic whimpers fill their ears.
The lovely fantasy plays in his mind while he sits down across from you. You're nearly done with your americano and soon enough, he'd take you anywhere he wants. Anyhow he wants.
Something Unholy | Rhett Abbot x Reader
Word Count: 3,600 Cross Posted Here on AO3 Warnings & Notes: Fem!Reader, unprotected sex in a church, mild size-kink, and a dash of Rhett having a corruption kink and getting off on the idea of cumming inside you.
"I sure hope you ain't tellin' me what to do, dollface."
Oh, the things you would give to wrap both your hands around this motherfuckers thick neck and—
"—Can you please, just put the paper towels on the shelf?" Speaking in the firmest tone you can muster, cheeks flaming so hot you fear they may turn cherry red.
"And why does this have to involve me?" God, Rhett just keeps going; the choir girls are starting to notice, casting wayward glances from under false lashes as they whisper amongst each other behind open palms.
"Because you're tall enough to reach the shelf, and I'm not," pushing the paper towels toward him once more, forcing him to take them, "and if God wanted me to put them up there, he would have made me taller, or he would have given me a stepping stool."
I died, went to heaven and was promptly kicked out.
Rhett Abbott + breeding kink
<The Rhett Abbott simping side of Tumblr has left its mark on me. Also Rhett Abbot loves giving creampies and you can't change my mind.>
The moment your friend announced she and her husband were "trying for children", something broke inside of you as if only then did you bother to entertain the thoughts of parenthood with Rhett. He wants kids, plenty of them - you are well aware of that, even if he's not straightforward about it. And the longer you thought about it, the more domestic images were being replaced with carnal desire to have Rhett's cum fill you; to let him possess you in a way no man ever did or could.
He's pushing down your legs and you know they're going to be sore in the morning. No one comes out fresh and painless from being folded in half but you don't care. Not at the moment.
Rhett knows all the magic tricks, stretching your vagina at just the right angle to elicit the most embarrassing cries and pleas. Desperate for any sort of release, you're leaving scratches along his back but Rhett's too lost in the moment, too focused on how divine you feel around him, to realize that.
Feeling his teeth graze your neck and earlobes, you collect the remnants of your coherence to voice that one plea he was secretly fantasizing about. Somewhere between moans and whimpers you manage to whisper to him:
"Don't pull out. Cum inside me, Rhett. Please."
You feel him stop for a moment and it makes you think that, maybe, you just managed to turn him off completely but you stand corrected very quickly: Rhett shifts above you, his hands grabbing you rougher than before and surprisingly, you feel his cock sink even deeper inside you making you let out a choked gasp. A tear escapes your eye but it's not a tear of pain. Whatever button you pushed, it's a damn good one.
"Wanna be round with my kid so bad?" he whispers back. A hint of condescendence hides in his voice. Rhett gives you a dry chuckle-turned-groan before speaking again. A hard snap of his hips makes you moan loudly. "Show people you're a whore for me?"
"I don't fucking care," you grit through your teeth. It's hard to stay on track with your thoughts when Rhett is fucking the sanity out of you. Feeling his dick reach deep inside you, another tear rolls down your cheek and you're about to literally beg him to grant your wish. "Please, just fill me up, Rhett."
Truthfully, he could never deny you anything. Especially not when you're asking to make one of his deepest desires come true. It's one thing to start a family with you but another to let everyone know you belong to him, that he is the one to fuck you as often as he wants to.
"Once I get you pregnant, you'll fuckin' stay like that."
Even though it's supposed to be a warning, you're hoping he keeps his word:
"Fuck yes, breed me, Rhett."
He groans in response, his hands tightening their grasp on your legs. With your knees beside your head, you look completely pathetic - spread open for him, begging to be bred like a champion horse.
Rhett's thrusts become slower but harder - he's snapping his hips into you and you feel yourself only growing more excited and impatient to have him cum inside you. The ragged breaths and groans he lets out against your already bruised neck make you move your hips to meet his.
With a low moan, he gives in and you feel him spill inside you. He's still thrusting into you, making sure every last drop of his cum stays inside you.
"Fuck, you're one hot momma."
You chuckle at his words, in your head already imagining the many more nights with his cum spilling out of your throbbing pussy.
I always thought that the saying "Keep his stomach full and balls empty" was disgusting but Rhett Abbott makes me reconsider.
If Miles Miller wants to keep a tape of me he's free to do so 😌
Edit to add I’d happily make one specifically for him
You know that wiggle you gotta do to squeeze your butt/thighs into jeans? Now, I'm not saying Bradley absolutely loves it but somehow he's always around when you're doing it.
Honestly, if you’re inexperienced and told Rhett that you don’t know what you like he would have a field day, except it’s night and he’s in your bed.
Playing strip pool with Matt Murdock, would he:
Win in one round to "see" you strip naked in one go or…
Strategically lose to be a lil hoe and give you a show?