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Pike thirst hours? Well it has been a while since I did this but I guess this is a good time for an attack then
Yes I’m aware that this is your own gif but I can’t help it if your gifs are gorgeous and some of the first that come up when I search his name
Seriously. They are one of the first search results and it has totally made me go “that’s MY talented friend and that’s HER handsome blorbo 😤”
You really gotta stop making all the seggsy Pike gifs, you know? It has gotten incredibly harder to find good Pike gifs you haven’t made yourself and I haven’t even commented on all of yours above 😠 (Though I guess I’m attacking you with your own weapon which surely is gonna hit the target but. still.)
Wow May. This was an attack. Wow. I mean. I opened this on web and I think my brain froze for a moment
But I will not stop, no
Getting my gifs in the tumblr gif search is all I ever wanted, honestly, and I will not stop because LOOK AT HIM MAY
Hiii Natalie! I had a thot and thought I would share! 😈
Imagine you come home after a night out with your friends. When you come home and enter your apartment Ransom is waiting for you on his knees, his collar in hand.
He looks up at you through his long lashes, not saying a word (he knows better than to speak before spoken to) but his eyes are soft, he’s had a rough day and has been waiting obediently for you to come home. You slip the collar around his neck and lead him to the living room, taking notice of the jeweled butt plug in his back passage while he crawls on his hands and knees. You see he’s brought out an assortment of sex toys, starting with an array of anal beads of various sizes, ending with your favorite strap.
He assumes the inspection position, and you take note of his cock, rock hard and already leaking. Poor puppy has probably been thinking about you all day, and because he’s such a good boy he didn’t touch himself because well, he knew you didn’t give him permission.
So Natalie, how would you reward him?
Oh my god, Bella!!!!
I had such a long day, I could’ve used my sweet puppy when I got home. With a collar and everything?!?! 🥴
Oh god, I know he’s got all those toys out, but I just want to eat that sweet boy pussy until he’s squealing into the pillows. Maybe hold a vibrator against the tip of that beautiful clock while I eat him out until he’s crying. After I make him come a couple times with just my mouth and the vibrator we’re definitely gonna break out the big strap, and I’m gonna just duck him in missionary until he’s a crying, blubbering mess who can’t even remember his own name.
Then we’re just gonna take a nice long, hot bath while he makes those sweet little soft noises and nuzzled into my neck. And drink a bottle of wine or four.
I just want him to be real so bad, it’s not fair! 😭
❛ Did you have any intention of stopping? ❜ She starts. Her tongue runs across her lips, feeling dry suddenly as her nerves set in. ❛ I ... I know I've seen you angry, but nothing like that night. If I didn't blow the tower, would you have stopped, Bruce? ❜
A question that rattles him every time he’s asked. It’s happened before. He’s come close to it. Where it’s less survival and more physical revolting murderous rage. And he felt it that night.
After everything Black Mask had put him through. After everything he’d put them through. His fists were doing the talking. His blood lust had taken over. And the question hanging over them now seems closer to impossible to answer.
“ No…” He answered honestly after some time. Doubting he could really hide the truth from Barbara anyway. Not that he wanted to. “ In the back of my mind, I knew I would. I had to. I’m not a man that could…do that. “ He adds, voice almost a whisper, almost speaking only for himself rather than her. “ But – I kept thinking why should I? Why shouldn’t it have ended that way?” The end breaking off at the last syllable. Guilt welling up in his throat.
He could have done it. He should have.
( Didn’t he? )
Another pause. Another heavy drag of oxygen through his lungs and out of his nose as his uncowled head turned again to face her. Fix his gaze with some semblance of certainty and determination.
“ I am grateful. “ A flimsy line of a smile. “ You saved me. “
@rollingthundcr .
So we're choosing violence?
Final word on horror, I promise, but I think great horror of any genre hits you in the hindbrain. You can ask yourself post-facto why something works, talk out the logic and its loopholes, but the initial flush of terror? the flinch, the finger digging into your limbic system/guts? that’s what horror is. And no matter how you frame it, discuss it or dissect it, that first flush of shock, pleasure, or revulsion endures.
not to be nsfw but this is the type of stare that makes you rub your thighs together if yk what i mean