A little tribute to Karl Urban’s incredibly seductive tongue
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A little tribute to Karl Urban’s enticing, quirky eyebrows
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eomer and viggo mortensen drinking bear
6. Favorite fic (or one of them)?
Oh jeeeez there’s SO MANY. I need to start a fic rec page or something.
For the sake of keeping this list at a reasonable length, here’s just a few. I realize some of them are series but HEY they’re awesome.
Cowboys Lost at Sea- this will always be a favorite of mine
Solitary Confinement- mckirk mental asylum au, and if you like fics with an underlying dark theme that gives you chills, READ THIS. I was thinking about this for like a week after I finished this.
Already got 9.
32. Favorite AU tropes?
I’m going to assume this means favorite AUs, and if not, here they are anyway:
Pirate AU, Pacific Rim AU, Zombie AU, Medieval AU, Hitman AU, Spy AU, i could go on forever, but here’s just three more, Omegaverse, Porn Star AU, MIRRORVERSE (does this even count, it’s literally an alternate universe on its own)
Jim had the long, lean, squirming body of Leonard McCoy underneath him, and fuck if that wasn’t the best thing ever.
They were just down to boxers, Jim laying between the doctor’s magnificent legs, grinding down into the hardness beneath him as Bones rocked up.
Jim growled lightly as Bones pressed against him, biting at his lips before capturing his mouth. Jim bucked his hips and Bones writhed, scratching at Jim’s back desperately.
Jim pulled back from the kiss to bite at his jaw, grab his forearms and press them into the bed as his voice rumbled, “Be good, Bones.”
The reaction was surprising and instantaneous, and Jim’s eyes widened as he pulled back to watch.
Bones eyes went wide, pupils almost taking over the hazel completely. He pushed his arms against Jim’s lightly to test the grip, but didn’t try to break it. His legs tightened and quivered around Jim’s waist.
And most noticeably, he let out a drawn out sound that could only be called a whine.
"Oh fuck," Jim’s eyes were as wide as his lover’s, "You like that, don’t you? Like, a lot." He pressed down more firmly on his wrists, held him down with his hips, and Bones quivered. “Oh god you do, of fuck, Bones, yes, how do you just keep getting hotter??”
Bones somehow managed a glare and tried to sit up, but Jim pushed him back down without thinking, using all his weight to keep him pinned beneath him.
Bones broke then, voice rasping, “Jim, yes, please.”
Jim had been wrong; having the long, lean body of Leonard McCoy underneath him, writhing and whining after Jim flipped him over, wrists held down and ass high up, and fucked him through the mattress like it was his goddamn job, was the best thing ever.
Eomer, taken by Viggo Mortensen while filming Lord of the Rings in New Zealand
Spones is the main reason i never get any work done.
Not that i’m complaining
The Daily Doctor, Monday, August 25th