Two photos from my program of Galileo (2006) that I got a hold of featuring Bertie and Sam in the same show way before AKOTSK
Both are about 29 I think but looking so handsome! Just thought I'd share
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Two photos from my program of Galileo (2006) that I got a hold of featuring Bertie and Sam in the same show way before AKOTSK
Both are about 29 I think but looking so handsome! Just thought I'd share
LICK YOU CLEAN
maekar targaryen x wife!reader
cw: filth!!, licking, sniffing, dry humping, nipple play(m!receiving), degradation, praise, body worship(m!receiving), breath play(f!receiving), scent kink!!, coming in pants, face humping, (2.7kw).
n/a: idk what came over me. based on this post!! u can read this as a piece from the my hot husband au/universe or a stand alone!! i just wrote this with their dynamic in mind lol! enjoy! < 3
"mhm, you didn't bathe after the hunt," you mumbled, fingers lifting maekar's tunic upwards impatiently, revealing his stomach, with that soft pudge of fat at the bottom that you loved. the one pinched by his breeches, making the soft flesh hang just a little over the band of his pants. "good. that's how i wanted you."
HOW I FELT THE WHOLE TIME I READ THIS OH MY GODHFNLDND NENE I LOVE UR BRAIN I LOVE UR KEYBOARD I LOVE U SM MY TALENTED BFF THIS WAS SO GOOD IâM BLUSHING GIGGLING TWIRLING MY HAIRđââïž #NeedThat #WantThat #DesireThat
pope watching you shower, his gaze on ur soapy slick tits on ur plump thighs, on the way water run down your back
maybe he's in a time out for touching you without permission and that's his punishment
he's such a weirdo ugh I need him so bad
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hi, đ !!! <33
18+ smut smut smut
leaning against the counter, arms crossed, he watches you through the glass as you shower, paying extra attention to your tits, rubbing the soap around, cupping and tweaking your nipples, moaning and arching your back.
trailing a hand down, you play with your silky pussy, rubbing your clit and pumping a finger into your tight hole. you look at andrew, whoâs now palming himself through his shorts, pouting as he lets out a gruff breath, stroking the length of his clothed cock.
âlike watching me, andy? watching me play with your pussy?â he groans, quickly making work of his shorts as he tugs em down, now able to stroke his chubby cock. letting out a big moan as he tilts his head back, you call out, âthatâs a good boy, fuck yourself to me, andy.â
his eyes trail all over your body, looking at your neck, tits, plump thighs, puffy pussy, your beautiful legs⊠fuck. he felt the base of his spine tingle before he spurted all over his hand and onto the floor. âf-fuckââ
getting out, you walk over to him, grabbing his cock to pump him, milking every last drop out of him. âawh, such a messâŠâ you feel him getting hard in your hand again, tugging him towards the bed to reward him for listening so so well. xxx
darth maul worshipping your breasts >>>>>>>>
and he likes all types. small, big, perky, saggy, big nipples, small nipples, asymmetrical, symmetrical, etc etc etc...... ALL đđ„”
you can bet your ass he's sucking dark marks into your skin, biting and nibbling, licking up and down stretchmarks and scars, toying with your nipples... and if you're into it, he's more than happy to fuck your breasts, wants you to squeeze your tits together just enough to hug his cock as he does... he 100% cums all across your chest and delights in the mess he makes of you...
Oh hell yeah. And he likes to watch. đ¶ïž
As you play with your chest, as you palm and squeeze the soft flesh of your own breasts, his gaze is fixed reverently on the movement of your fingers. You can hear him whimper, breathy whines from deep in his throat, growing more frequent with each grasp and twist you bestow upon yourself.
You notice his eyes blown wide in desire as you begin to dance your fingertips across your nipples, pebbled hard, almost painfully so. His hands tighten into fists. He wants to touch, feel, play.
He wants to make you purr.
oh my GAWD maul watching/coaching throughout is INSANEEEE đ„”đ„”
i also think how mean (or nice) he is about it depends on when you meet him đ
just had an insane thought. jackie putting on his readers so he can see you better when he's devouring your pussy... bonus points for pussy inspection! đ€
18+ mdni !! cw: daddy kink
"come here, baby. let daddy have a look."
jack's laying on the bed, arms crossed across his chest as you tease him, flipping your new mini skirt up to show that you're not wearing any panties. you giggle at his command, crawling on the bed towards jack, crawling up his body to straddle his tummy.
leaning back, you rest your hands on his thighs, pushing your hips forward to put your pussy on display under your skirt. jack hums, reaching his arm out towards the nightstand, grabbing his readers off the table. you squirm as you watch him put them on, focusing on his hands, loving his serious expression as he murmurs, "m'kay--what do i have here..."
glasses on, he takes his hands to lift up your skirt, groaning at the clear view of your pretty pussy, dripping all over his stomach. you whimper when he takes his finger, running it through your folds, gathering your wetness to bring towards his face, inspecting. "so wet for me, honey. like teasing me?"
you nod slowly, shifting to move your hips, fucking yourself on him. jack clicks his tongue, both hands grabbing your hips to still you, "nah uh, baby. daddy's not done lookin' at you. be a good girl and stay still--just a little longer, you can do it." you mumble a little, "'m sorry..." as you sit still, letting him explore, seeing how many fingers he can fit inside your tight hole, seeing how wet you get when he plays with your clit, moving you to play with your silky folds--he takes his time before he lets you cum, melting on top of him. <3
I love the idea of everything with better bobby being so intense and almost dreamlike, trippy from the beginning. Like being high (lmao) and fading in and out of a meaningful conversation that youre struggling to focus on as you sink into the couch. Meaning to dust a kiss on what you think is your unusually clingy bfâs cheekbone and between one moment and the next, what started as an innocent cheek kiss has resulted in you sliding against the wall until youre sat on that yellow floor, lap full of him as he essentially tries to stick as much of his tongue as he can down your throat. Hands confusedly going to his shoulders and heâs curled around and over you like a python, nosing your pulse with quick, shivery breaths, hand on our nape, and waist, reeling you to him as he pins you to the wall. Him getting the hint of a kiss and taking that to mean he can finally just.. do what he wants. Itâs permission, right? You love him too? You must, you initiated contact. And now he can touch and touch and mouth and smell and nose and be the needy, raw animal crawling under a false skin that wants you so so sosososososososososososoossobad so bad so bad
Ëł Ëł BETTER BOBBY SERIES.
Reality itself has a different consistency down here.
Time is soft. The edges blur. The hum does something to your brain you can't explain. There's this ambient frequency in this place and it does to your cognition what warm water does to muscle tension. Loosens it. Softens the borders between one moment and the next. Until everything has this gauzy, slow-motion, underwater quality where you can't quite tell where a thought ends and a feeling begins.
You're lying on the blankets and Better Bobby is beside you and he's been clingy today. Clingier than usual anyway. Which is saying something, because his baseline is already I need to be touching you at all times or I will simply cease to exist.
His head is on your chest and his arm is across your waist, his fingers drawing patterns on your hip through your shirt. You're talking. Having a conversation. A real one. But you can't quite hold the thread.
You keep meaning to finish your sentence but the hum is so warm and his weight is so warm... and his fingers are doing that thing where the warmth-that-reads-you is bleeding through the contact.
Not deliberately, just passively. The way a radiator bleeds heat, and your thoughts keep drifting.
"âand I was trying to tell Clark that the shelving unit wasâ"
Better Bobby shifts. His nose pushes into the curve of your neck between one blink and next. A slow, animal press. Not a kiss. Just... contact. Scent. You feel him inhale.
"âwas, umâthe brackets were wrong, and heâ"
His mouth opens against your throat. Not a kiss. Just his lips. Parted. Resting there. You can feel his breath on your pulse point. Damp. Quick.
"âhe wouldn't listen, he neverâ"
absolutely in love with this, bb getting impatient and learning the reader is beautiful.. IM OBSESSED. I canât wait for other parts my lord đ
bobby franklin x reader [mdni] â your boyfriend splashes out on a new camcorder and insists on testing it out on you.
âState your name for the record.â
âYou know my name, Bobby.â
âThe camera doesnât.â
Said camera has barely left Bobbyâs hands since heâd brought it home two days ago, much to your chagrin. It had taken the entirety of those two daysâwhen you werenât at work, anywayâfor him to convince you to be his muse on your day off. You werenât even sure what you were signing up for.
Man, what on earth was that Half-Man finale... My God, it felt like my heart was completely ripped out.âHonestly, the one I felt the most sorry for was Alby. Alby, my love, why did you get involved with these people? You deserved something so much better; you deserved a good marriage. Alby is the only person in the entire show who is always so understanding and open-minded, and my God, Alby and Niall were beautiful togetherâso pure, such a beautiful love.â
And Niall Kennedy, how do you, with those depressed, loser-like bambi eyes, manage to be the object of desire and temptation for absolutely everyone? You got with Alby, Celeste, Mona, Ava, Joanna, and half of Glasgowânot to mention Ruben's problematic obsession with you.â
As for the ending, well, I actually wanted both of them to die. But I also wanted Ruben to spend eternity stuck in prison, mourning over Niall.âAnd another thing: everyone says Ruben is the main character, the one who drives the story. But in reality, everything revolves around Niall. It all starts with Niall helping Ruben with the test, then Niall inviting Ruben to the college where he gets arrested for beating up Alby. Or when he decides to go after Ruben again. When he sleeps with Mona. In the end, everyone was just a pawn in Niall's story and a consequence of his decisions.
i think dennis would be a shh shh shh shusher and not a shhhhhh shusher. especially the first few times he slips into your tight, warm heat⊠cause he starts talking so fast. he loses all words, all his fantasies and dreams of smooth-talking you through the experience gone because he canât stop rambling about how good you feel, how cute you look under him.. can barely stop his own hips from jerking forward instinctively as his dripping cock seeks more of your sweet cunt. his hands grab onto the soft flesh on your sides, eyes squeezing shut, willing himself to hold on and not spill inside you just yet.
when he breaks out of his haze to see you letting out soft pants and whimpers from him just resting inside you, throbbing and pulsing with need, heâd coo at you so sweetlyâŠ
âshh shh shh, âs okay.. i-im here, baby, youâre okay. taking it so well, my sweet girl. mmph- o-oh⊠feels so good when you squeeze like that. tell me youâre okay, sweets.. i wanna move so bad, please tell me.â
âyeah, yeah im okay⊠please denny jusâ move already..â
he nods fervently and starts his slow, slow thrusts into you. from here on its almost a competition which one of you is louder, groans and moans getting pulled out of you with every shift of his hips. both of you gripping onto each other for dear life and trying to keep your eyes open so you can see each others face strewn up in pleasure. and soon enough hes rutting against you with reckless abandon, needing more, more, more⊠but he doesnât stop talking through all this.
âoh my god, baby, i-i cant⊠think iâm close already, cant hold it much longer. i gotta slow down, but i dont think i-i⊠haah, i cant-â he croaks out, hips stuttering.
when he gets like this, it usually ends either with him filling you up and still going for more, using your overstimulated, still spasming hole, or you turning him over and riding him, edging him for hours before he even gets his first orgasm in. your pick !
Modern akotsk men headcannons
You do tiktok prank on them; wiping your lips after they kiss you, how'd they react
Characters: Baelor Targaryen, Maekar Targaryen, Valarr Targaryen, Aerion Targaryen, Ser Duncan
Warning: tooth rotting fluff
Baelor Targaryen
You wash your face in front of the bathroom mirror, a routine you do every night. As you spread the facial wash in your hand, your mind drifts to that tiktok trend you saw earlier. You smile, thinking if you're about to do that to your husband. And you do.
You dry your face and exit the bathroom, applying some night skincare. Baelor is sitting on the bed, his back to the headboard. He then put his handphone and walk towards you.
"Hey, sweetheart." He wraps his arms around you from behind, watching you with that content expression on his face, even though you are just doing your skincare.
You just hum as you seal the skincare products.
"Your toner seems to run out. You want to go shopping tomorrow?" He asks with that fond expression. Ever the observant one.
"Maybe. You wanna drive me there?"
He steps in front of you and leans forward to press his lips gently against yours.
"If you want, yeah. I'm free tomorrow."
Not long after, you wipe your lips with the back of your hand.
His brows lift in gentle furrows, confused. Then he pecks your lips again, which you wipe your hands on afterwards.
"Are you okay?"
You still fuss with your skincare products.
"What do you mean?"
He presses his lips longer this time. And you wipe it again.
"Why are you wiping my kiss?" His face furrowed in gentle confusion, his tone amused. You almost break your act and just straight clarify it to him.
"No, I'm not."
"You are." He kisses again, and you wipe.
"See?" His tone teasing now that he knows you're playing with him.
Finally you laugh, unable to keep the act anymore.
"I'm sorry, it's just a prank I see on tiktok."
His brows lift. "Are you?"
You grin. "No, I'm not."
"No, you're not." He says as he kisses you again, longer and deep this time.
Maekar Targaryen
You scroll your phone mindlessly on the couch in the living room waiting for your husband to come home, when the video plays and an idea pops in your mind. Not long after, you hear the sound of keys and doors open.
Maekar steps in and closes the door behind him, and you hear that familiar grunt of him.
"You're home early."
He just hums in response.
He puts his shoes and walks towards you who still lounges comfortably on the couch.
He leans to place a quick kiss on your lips. Before he straightens, you already wipe your lips with the sleeves of your hoodie.
Maekar's brows immediately up, like he's offended by your attitude.
"Excuse me?"
You keep scrolling on your phone, trying to sound casual. "What?"
"What do you think you're doing?"
You wear the most innocent expression possible on your face. "I'm scrolling on my phone, as you can see."
"Oh, don't act smart with me."
"I'm not."
He looks at you like he doesn't believe you, then he leans in again, kisses your lips quickly. You causally wipe it again.
"That's it, woman. I'm not playing your game."
Maekar joins you on the couch and immediately attacks your lips, with hunger and frustration. He kisses you roughly when he feels your smile against his lips.
He pulls away when you're flushed and out of breath. His scowls deepen as your expression turns mischievous.
Then you laugh, holding his nape closer, and give quick playful kisses on his lips to loosen his nerves.
"It's a prank I saw on the internet. You kiss me and I wipe your kiss." You explain.
"Do it again and I'll make sure you can never wipe your lips again."
You bite your lips at his threat. "I'd like that."
Valarr Targaryen
You're just chilling with Valarr on your bed when the idea comes up in your mind. He does his assignment, typing on the keyboard laptop with glasses on, focused and absorbed. Yet sometimes his hand would be on your feet and rub it gently.
"You're done with your assignment yet?"
"Why, you're hungry?"
Your brows furrowed. "No, and why'd you ask that?"
His small smile slips out of his lip, though he still stares at his laptop. "You only bother me when you're hungry."
"That's not true."
He looks up from the screen to look at you. "It is." He places small kisses on your lips. You immediately wipe it.
A faint surprise written across his face, then turns into one of fond amusement.
"Okay miss hangry, what do you want for dinner?" He puts his laptop aside, now his attention is completely on you, which makes you hide your grin.
"I said I'm not hungry."
"No?" He smiles, then kisses your lips again, and you wipe it.
"Did I do something wrong?" You shake your head.
"Then why are you dodging my kiss?" Valarr's face is one of pure concern. Oh your sweet, sweet boy.
Feeling like you can't hurt his feelings any longer, you finally tell him it's just a tiktok prank. His earlier concerned expression fades, turning into a light smile.
He kisses your lips longer this time.
"Don't scare me like that again."
"Can't promise you." And he smiles.
Aerion Targaryen
It's one of another chill night. You just ordered take outs with your boyfriend, and intend to eat it in the car. You ordered a burger and french fries. Aerion, once again, indulging in your unhealthy junk food, he said. Yet he ordered the exact same thing.
You put your phone on the dashboard, positioning it so it can capture both of your faces. You told Aerion you wanted to make a food vlog, even if you've already bought a burger from this place a hundred times. He just rolls his eyes.
You turned the camera on.
"Hey guys, so tonight I am making a food vlog with my boyfriend." You said to the camera, and you see from the screen that Aerion smiles too. He always complains and all sassy attitude but ends up indulging in whatever you're doing. Enjoying it, even.
"So, we ordered burger takeouts from this place. And their french fries too. God, it's still so hot." You fuss with your food.
Aerion looks at you adoringly, then steals a quick kiss on your lips. "You look pretty tonight."
You look at the camera, give a shrug, wipe your lips that he just kissed, and continue talking. "Anyway, the cheese is soâ"
"Wait, why did you wipe your lips?"
You glance at him. "Nothing."
He leans to peck your lips again. And you wipe it, then back to vlogging like nothing happened.
He grows frustrated, holds your neck closer and gives you harmless aggressive kisses.
"Aerion, we're still recording! I told you I wanted to make a vlogâ"
He takes your hand as he knows you're about to wipe your lips with it. You give him a look, and he gives you a challenging one.
"I won't." You say softly, surrender expression on your face.
After he lets go of your hand, you quickly wipe your lips, and he follows with kissing you intensely, his lips ravenous against yours and his tongue invading your mouth.
"I know this is one of your stupid tiktok pranks. But you don't do this to me." He says between kisses while you struggle to catch your breath. Mission completed.
Duncan
You are preparing to go to Dunk's game. Water, make up, purse. While he prepares for his stuff and text on the phone with his friends.
"Babe, do you think I should put my hair up or not?" You look at yourself in the mirror, fussing with your hair. That gets Dunk to look up from his phone and look at you.
He approaches you. "You look beautiful either way." He smiles fondly.
"Dunk, I'm serious."
He hums. "I think it'd be better to put your hair up, because you know, a lot of people, sweaty." His large hand lands on your waist.
You look like you're contemplating your choice. Then Dunk leans in, or leans down, to press his lips against yours.
You immediately wipe it, hiding your grin with pouting.
Dunk looks genuinely surprised. But he thinks maybe you're kinda in a bad mood. So he leans again more carefully, pressing his lips. You wipe it again.
"Babe, what's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" His tone is gentle and concerned.
"No, it's just I don't know what to do with my hair."
He looks at you, really looks at you, and answers seriously. "It's better to put it up, the air is humid there because of the crowd."
He kisses again and you quickly wipe your lips.
When his expression starts to become hurt rather than confused, you immediately drop the act. "It's just a prank I saw on tiktok."
"What?" His brown furrowed gently. He's genuinely confused now.
"I wipe my lips on purpose after you kissed it to see your reaction." You place both your hands on his cheeks. He tries to proceed with your explanation for a while then it clicks in his eyes.
"Oh."
You roll your eyes playfully. "Yes, oh. Of course that'd be your reaction"
"You confused me." He says softly.
"That's kind of the point, but yes, I did."
He laughs then, earnest and precious. "So can I kiss you now, for real? Like, without the wiping afterwards?"
"Of course you can." Then you throw yourself at him and kiss him.
Here's your reminder to watch Baghdad Central because it's delicious seeing Bertie play someone so completely evil. al-Khafaji should have ended him sooner. đ
Frank, you smug sonofabitch!
you have to be kinder to people with memory issues.
you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.
you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.
you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.
you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.
you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.
you have to be kind. you have to be kind.
sexism in medicine kills people. racism in medicine kills people. fatphobia in medicine kills people. queerphobia in medicine kills people. classism in medicine kills people. ableism in medicine kills people.
do not downplay peopleâs fears about being mistreated because they are a part of a marginalised group. it is a matter of life and death and you should be angry about it.
Maekar seeing how well you do with his kids and wanting to add another Maekarling
and you donât need much convincing
18+ (smut, breeding duhhh)
he watches you from across the courtyard where you sit on a low stone bench, surrounded by blooming spring flowers and a gaggle of excitable children that are not made of your blood. but someone of lesser understanding would not have known that.
the deep crimson of your skirts pool out around you, an unfurling magnolia with velvet petals, as you perch on the seat with rhae curled in your lap, head tucked beneath your chin. aemon sits beside you, his head on your shoulder as he reads softly aloud, and daella sits at your feet, fingers running up and down the smooth expanse of your skirts. aegon stands on his toes behind you, pushing yet another small flower into your hair.
maekar pauses in the doorway, leaning against the stone arch as he observes. his children speak kindly to you, and you speak to them much the same, and as you soothe rhae with one hand, pet daellaâs hair with the other, whilst listening to aemonâs muttering and allowing aegon to turn your hair into a garden, maekar realises something. he realises he wants this life with you.
and when he corners you that evening, his children put to bed and tucked out of sight, he realises you want the same thing.
roald dahl was antisemitic and misogynistic. george orwell was openly homophobic. edgar allan poe married his 13 year old cousin. dr seuss cheated on his wife (and was racist as well as antisemitic!). hp lovecraft was racist as fuck. anyways theyâre fucking dead itâs not like youâre enabling their behaviors in the afterlife or something. then again I think they bleed into the books so uh keep an eye out for that
the difference between these old white guys and jk rowling is that the former group is all dead. jk rowling is alive and using your money to oppress trans people
(18+, NSFW)
Baelor had a kink for eye contact.
Not the vigorous kind that fell under dominance. No, this one was more about closeness, intimacy, and most importantly, the feeling of being seen.
Which why he would always demand to see your eyes every time he was 8 inches buried deep inside you.