my body is in a state of shock

https://twitter.com/poorlyporned/status/1428434067742236677/photo/1

Someone told me I looked like the Statue of David brought to life, so I thought I’d play around with the idea.

On The Subject Of Venom’s Dick

Okay, like, I only have one opinion about Venom as a character and I believe in it with my whole entire being so I’m just going to say it.

Preface: So we are all on the same page about the Symbiote is in love with Eddie Brock, right?? And Eddie loves the Symbiote. They use the word ‘love’ in-text. It’s romantic and sexual and obsessive and fucked-up and mutually self-destructive and gross and heart-rending and real and 100% canon. They consider themselves married. This is basic-level Venom lore. Okay, we’re all in agreement, right? Good.

Remember that meme about how Venom isn’t drawn with a dick but since the Symbiote is more than just a full-body sleeve, and he’s got his own discrete systems and shit, he honestly should have a dick, right?? Re: that hypothetical dick… C’mon, it’s so simple. I dunno why no one else has ever said it. I dunno why no one else has ever thought it. It’s almost too obvious. I’ve known where that dick is my whole entire life. I thought everyone would know.

I said it back then, but only in the tags. I should have just gone all-out and said it outright. But I didn’t, and now there’s Venomfuckers everywhere and normies across the globe are freaking out about how 2018!movie!Symbiote makes out with 2018!movie!Eddie and nobody seems to like. Get it. And that’s driving me balls-out insane. So I’m just gonna say it.

The Symbiote’s dick is turned inside-out, rock-hard, lubed-up, and sheathed to the hilt inside of Eddie Brock’s red-hot puckered asshole 24/7/365, gently rocking into him at all times.

There. I said it. The world may not be ready for the truth but this is the hill I will die on. Venom is fucking himself every minute of every day. During fights. During chase scenes. Downtime. Mealtime. Bedtime. Anytime. Every single drawing of Venom ever drawn, they’re fucking. Eddie’s getting his ass lovingly plowed. He and the Symbiote are connected and entwined forever, one and the same. That’s why Venom’s dick isn’t visible. It’s just on the inside. And inside of Eddie Brock. And very, very busy.

My conviction regarding this issue cannot and will not be swayed. May all you normies and Venomfuckers alike weep at the glorious truth. You have the knowledge now. You’re free.

If you donated blood you probably erected another man’s penis.

Intricate rituals

Jaime Lannister x Brienne of Tarth | Knights in Love

Extra scene here because tumblr’s a prude

one whole year since aaron finally got to plough an actual arse again

sorry about your life, dr hair

the missing scene we all deserve - 31st jan 2019

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Robert’s mouth is open, panting, while Aaron sucks him down. He’s in a sprawl on the desk, shirt hanging open, still pushed half off his shoulders where Aaron left it. Aaron spreads a palm over his belly, thumb dipping to ruffle at the dark blond hair over Robert’s cock, feel the clench and release of every tight breath Robert’s heaving through that open mouth.

He’s still grinning, when Aaron looks up, delight dancing in half-slitted eyes, even while he’s fighting to keep his head up. Aaron pulls off, scrubs his tongue over the head of Robert’s dick, just to listen to him hiss, make his belly cave, before he takes him back into his mouth.

Aaron’s good at this, he knows he’s good at this, Robert’s told him enough times – hands shaky through Aaron’s hair, that mouth that never stops running, spilling all of Robert’s secrets between the tip of Aaron’s tongue and the crackle-dry stick of his throat.

He sucks in long pulls, while Robert grips at the desk, tries to widen his knees, bound at the ankle by trousers they couldn’t be bothered to strip off. Robert’s hand slaps down on Aaron’s shoulder when he swallows around him, fingers biting bruises through Aaron’s sweatshirt.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Robert’s saying, throat clicking. “Aaron, Aaron, Aaron.”

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This is Suits Studio, a tailoring company specializing in women’s suits. 

We specialize in suits, but we’re not dressing men.

I’m ALL FOR THIS

HERE. FOR. IT.

yes i am here for naked faceless men as background scenery

@men who are all like “video games and comics are objectifying because the men are strong and muscular!”

no

this is what objectification looks like

not having a face. not being important. just a good looking collection of body parts.

Robert, Aaron and the sarong

“What on earth is this?” Robert said as he dubiously picked up the piece of material from the sofa where Aaron had chucked it as soon as Paddy and his mum had walked out.

Aaron cleared his throat uncomfortably. “Um, it’s…it’s nothing. Give it here.”

He lunged forward to grab it out of Robert’s hands but his husband moved out of his reach and let the cloth unravel, eying it before he looked back at Aaron with a raised eyebrow.

Aaron huffed out an annoyed grunt. “It’s a bloody sarong,” he grumbled. “My mum and Paddy seemed to think it’d be a good present from their holiday - something about it being freeing.”

Robert’s eyes widened a little as he looked between the sarong and Aaron’s face. He licked his lips.

“Try it on then,” he said as he held it out to Aaron.

Aaron gaped at his husband. “Uh, no.”

“Go on,” Robert insisted.

“Get stuffed. I’m not putting that on,” Aaron said as he shook his head.

Robert took a step towards him. He ran the material through his hands as he moved. “I just think you should give it a chance.”

“A chance for you to take the piss, yeah,” Aaron huffed.

Robert shook his head, looking surprisingly earnest. “I promise I won’t laugh. Liv’s out so she won’t see. Go on, Aaron, please.”

Aaron looked at him suspiciously for a moment. Then, slowly, he reached out and grabbed the sarong from Robert’s hand.

“The things I do for you,” he grumbled as he turned and stomped up the stairs, sarong in hand.

Robert gave him a minute and then followed him up the stairs. When he walked into their room, Aaron was just finishing tying the sarong around his waist. Robert stopped in the doorway and drew in a breath. The black and white patterned material was draped over Aaron’s legs surprisingly artfully, just grazing his ankles.

Aaron looked up at him and frowned, hands on hips. “Happy now?”

Robert swallowed thickly. “You have no idea.”

Aaron rolled his eyes. “Knew you were going to take the piss.” He started fumbling with the folds of material and Robert strode across the room quickly.

Taking Aaron’s hands in his own to still them, he shook his head. “No,” he said simply.

“No?” Aaron echoed in confusion.

“Just…stay exactly like that,” Robert told him.

“What?” Aaron asked. “You’re bloody mental. If you’re going to try to take a photo of this, I’m going to…”

He never finished what he’d been about to say as Robert’s hand slipped through the flap of the sarong and cupped his balls through his boxers.

“Shit,” he gasped out. He looked down at where Robert’s hand disappeared inside the sarong and then back up at his face. Robert’s cheeks were a little flushed and he was biting on his lower lip. “Really?” Aaron asked. “This is doing it for you?”

Robert leant into his space a little more. “You have no idea,” he muttered again. He moved his hand, rubbing against Aaron’s cock which was already hardening beneath his touch. “You look…” he trailed off, seemingly unable to finish his thought process as he looked down the length of Aaron’s body to the material that had got him so completely worked up.

“Rob?” Aaron asked, wondering what the hell was going on.

Robert’s eyes lifted to his face again and his eyebrows rose teasingly. Then, he withdrew his hand from the sarong, sank to his knees and, without hesitation, pressed his face against the material at Aaron’s crotch, breathing heavily against the erection that was forming beneath the sarong. His hands came up behind Aaron, smoothing up the back of his thighs over the thin material hanging from his hips, and settled on his arse as he drew him close. Pushing up on his knees a little, he pushed the hem of Aaron’s t-shirt up slightly to reveal the skin above his waistband and he pressed light kisses across the warm flesh before his hands slid inside the sarong again and parted the folds. He reached up and hooked the top of Aaron’s boxers around his thumbs before he pulled them down his legs, Aaron placing his hands on Robert’s shoulders for balance as he stepped out of them without needing to be told.

Aaron, for his part, was still baffled about what had got into Robert, but he wasn’t about to start questioning it or complaining about the attention he was receiving and the idea of Robert’s mouth on him, as he was pretty sure he knew what was about to happen.

Aaron shuddered a little as his hard cock grazed against the material of the sarong. The sarong was soft and thin, but the sensation of it brushing against the head of his dick had goosebumps rising on his skin.

Robert looked up at him, his eyes a darker shade of blue than normal. His tongue ran across his bottom lip before his fingers deftly parted the material to reveal Aaron’s erection.

Looking down at himself, Aaron found it strange to see his dick poking out from the bunched up black and white cotton of the sarong, but Robert didn’t seem to find it odd - he seemed to be completely fascinated by the sight before him. Leaning in, Robert wrapped his lips around the head of Aaron’s cock, one hand keeping the sarong out of his way while the other reached inside to cup his balls.

“Shit,” Aaron hissed. His hands gripped Robert’s shoulders a little tighter at the sensation.

Robert pressed forward, taking more of Aaron into his mouth and moving his hand to wrap around the base of him, twisting his fist and teasing at his balls with every other bob of his head up and down.

Robert groaned deep in his throat as Aaron couldn’t resist the urge to thrust into the heat of his mouth and Aaron matched the sound with his own as he wrapped one hand around the back of Robert’s head, threading his fingers into his thick hair and tugging slightly; the other still rested on Robert’s shoulder as he felt his legs turning into jelly with each bob of Robert’s head.

Taking Aaron’s movement as some sort of signal, Robert shifted on his knees slightly and slid both hands behind Aaron. Starting just above his ankles, he dragged them up Aaron’s legs slowly, gathering up the material of the sarong as he moved until it was completely bunched up in his hands as he pressed his palms against Aaron’s arse to pull him closer. Swallowing around Aaron, Robert took him as far as he could down his throat.

Aaron jolted at the sensation, gripping Robert’s hair a little tighter. He rocked his hips forward again, eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of Robert swallowing around his cock.

“Fucking hell,” he gasped.

Robert’s hands pressed against Aaron’s arse, fingers squeezing his cheeks, as his own eyes watered.

“Robert…” Aaron warned. “Rob…I’m gonna come. Shit!” He sucked in a sharp breath, his lips curling into a smile as he felt his orgasm slam through him, then parting on a silent yell as he threw his head backwards. The shudders of it raced through him and when he eventually looked down, Robert was just pulling away from him, Aaron’s cock falling from his lips before he licked them and then grinned up at his husband with something like triumph written all over his face.

Aaron shook his head and rolled his eyes before he staggered back a few paces and slumped down onto their bed, his legs no longer able to support him. He threw his arm over his face and breathed deeply as he waited for his racing heart to slow.

The bed dipped beside him as Robert clambered up and lay down next to him. Robert tugged on the material of the sarong that was a screwed-up mess gathered around Aaron’s waist and thighs.

“So you’re keeping this obviously,” he remarked, his voice rough and throaty thanks to their previous activity.

Aaron rolled his head to the side to look at him. Their eyes met and they both laughed.

A moment passed and Aaron suddenly shifted, pushing himself up and throwing a leg over Robert’s. He straddled his thighs and stared down at him, his eyes raking from his expectant face to the obvious bulge in his jeans where the fly was undone. The movement had separated the folds of the sarong, causing the material to ride up Aaron’s thighs so his cock was on show again.

Robert swallowed thickly again.

“Maybe we should get you one,” Aaron suggested.

Robert hummed. “Maybe we should go to the Maldives so you can walk around wearing one every day.”

Aaron laughed and leant forward to press a kiss against Robert’s mouth, his weight shifting on Robert’s erection and making him groan.

“We’d better investigate all the benefits before we go booking a holiday based purely on that idea,” Aaron said in mock seriousness.

Robert’s hands fisted into the material at Aaron’s thighs before sliding round to his arse cheeks. “Better get on with it then,” he said with a grin.

@letthebluerain was in the mood for a continuation of Robert and Aaron in the pub when Aaron comes back from his day in court. She wanted Robert still in his blazer, but I felt like celebrating some freckles. She isn’t wrong about the utility of the height of the bar, though.

What up, filth pit? I guess I am going with getting tagged because no matter what I do my blog has been marked. 

time for bed, eddie

Halloween with Venom…

I regret nothing.

Do you know what’s dumb? Their Vespa.

I genuinely don’t think it could manage this activity, but they gave it a go.