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ashkii-0 · 2 months
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VIETNAM WAR PT 2 REAL????
🇻🇳❌🇨🇦
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fisticufffs · 11 days
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If Zuko has no fans, Sokka is dead. 🗣️🗣️🔥🔥‼️‼️
(alt and og meme under the cut)
still cant believe i cant find a zukka parody of this meme lmao
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lotus-pear · 8 months
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god i love skk sm i wish gay ppl were real :(
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theorphicangel · 1 month
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thinking about boxer!miguel eating you out as an apology for not spending enough time with you. training had completely taken over his days, resulting in him leaving early in the mornings and arriving late at night all sweaty and exhausted.
you swore to him that you didn’t mind and that you understood his circumstances, after all it was his dream career but you couldn’t help but feel a little neglected after spending numerous long nights by yourself.
it was surprising to Miguel to find you awake and waiting for him on the couch. he slipped off his shoes, training bag hanging off his shoulders which were exposed from the black tank top he wore.
“why aren’t you asleep?”
you shrug, avoiding his eye contact. you didn’t want to seem too clingy, hesitant on giving an honest answer.
“just missed you mig’, I haven’t seen much of you recently.”
a soft thud hits the floor as he places his training bag down, the realisation of his neglect now hitting him.
ah, you missed him. and who could blame you? he knows all too well that he’s been preoccupied with his training for an upcoming fight in a few months. ever since the announcement he’s been nothing but excited, heading down to the gym each and every day. Miguel almost wants to kick himself for not realising sooner how much he’s neglected you.
there’s only one way to make up for it.
the room suddenly fills up with your sweet moans, fingertips lost in his locks as he dives between your thighs. it feels like forever since the last time Miguel went down on you, immediately his tongue is at your folds with no time to waste.
his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs, locking you in place as he laps up your juices. your mouth shapes into an ‘O’, eyes rolling into the back of your head with your other hand digging into his shoulder. he’s still sweaty from his training today but you swear it only makes you lust for him more.
another thing you missed about Miguel is how vocal he is; his grunts and groans from how wet your cunt in mixes flawlessly with your own gasps and whimpers. the sound of him lapping at your cunt is so explicit, “so fuckin’ sweet f’me” he mumbles once he has a chance to come up for a breather but before you know it, he dives in again.
a thumb begins to rub slow circles on your clit, his teeth marking your inner thighs. already you’re so close, the hot tension in your lower stomach is threatening to snap.
and despite being away from you for so long, Miguel still remembers every little thing about your body, how your thighs tense up before you cum, wrapping around him a little tighter which is just the way he likes it.
“you gonna cum for me?” he purrs, circles quickening on your clit. the least you can do is nod your head, words unable to form from your tongue. your moans coax him on, his name leaving your mouth like a prayer as he works away, juices dripping down his chin— for this part he makes sure to look up at you, holding you in place as his brown eyes meet yours.
finally the tension builds up in your lower stomach for another minute or two before violently snapping like a rubber band. you gasp aloud, body shivering and your eyes rolled back.
“good girl, that’s it.” he praises as you continue to roll your hips against his face. Miguel’s own eyes nearly roll back completely at your sweet taste, god, how could he ever neglect such a sweet thing like you? mentally he makes a promise to himself to never leave you alone for this long again, he can’t forgive himself for neglecting you for so long in the first place.
“I think I need to properly show you how much I missed you, hmm cariño?”
part 2 here!
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doctorsiren · 3 months
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yeah edgeworth explain that
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boinky-doinky · 4 months
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🫵😨
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chane-vel · 7 months
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Obtener la corona no era gratis 😔
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bortmcjorts · 2 months
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[ID: a drawing of gordon and benry from the chest up colored in pinks and purples. benry is beside and slightly behind gordon with an arm around his shoulders to pull him closer, chatting away as gordon looks back at them surprised. end ID]
Anon said: Do you still do hlvrai art? If so would you mind drawing a doodle of frenrey or tomrey (benlatta? I don't know which is the ship name for Tommy and Benrey)?
here is a frenrey =]
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mourningwings · 8 months
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(thirst) — seven avatars of sin (and sex) ✧⁺ . ₊
— author's note: ermmm.. let me know if y'all want the dateables version (+ thirteen) / part two here!
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lucifer who takes his time pulling off his gloves with his teeth before he relinquishes just a tiny bit of his pride, kneels, and goes down on you with earnest, large hands strong-hugging your hips.
mammon who keeps a favorite necklace and refuses any urges to sell it because it's for you. mammon who whispers a ridiculous future gamble into your ear as he bends you over, tugs on that pretty chain around your neck, and tells you over and over just how good you look taking him like you are.
leviathan who can't really focus on his game anymore because that win-streak meant nothing with you sat so gorgeously on his cock. leviathan who winds his tail around you and keeps you in place because any slight movement is gonna have him cumming hot and right inside.
satan who claims he isn't angry as he pounds into you with abandon, body dipped over yours as his chin presses in your back, words of praise (and long-past anger) spitting almost as much as his cock does.
asmodeus who begs to tie you up in silk ribbons and bows. asmodeus who can't help but gush over how good you look "all wrapped up", nor can he hide the fast-growing tent in his cute new jeans.
beelzebub who knows better than to bite you with any real strength, no matter how good you looked to eat. beelzebub who still can't help but make a meal out you, tasting you wherever he could with that skillful tongue of his.
belphegor who lets you borrow his favorite pillow but only if you'll let him warm himself up inside you (and if you'll give some it use when your head tilts back, breathless).
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understqrs Ⓒ 2O23
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dreacky · 3 months
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Do you remember the time when everything was so safe.?
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lustlovehart · 2 months
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Hiii! I've never done this before but... What if Scara and reader had a fight... Like a fight fight... and reader was seriously injured due to him being blinded be emotions... What do you think would the aftermath of this...?
A/n: Yet again, another ask that i was originally gonna js give a short thought to, turned into something longer *sigh* (I need to stop doing this).
Summary: [Angst/Comfort]He could never say sorry, even in the moments it mattered.
Warnings: Harm to reader, Scars, Unrealistic Writing of getting hit with lightning,
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During his time in the fatui, no one exactly had the galls of stopping his rampages. The balladeer is quite famed for his regular intervals of anger, you’re no stranger to it yourself, you’ve seen him mad. it’s just…
Hes never been angry towards you.
You’d get the occasionally scoff every now and then if you uttered something he found foolish, but never has he lashed out at you to such a degree. Not to this level. He’s painfully reminded by his ignorance as soon as his hand crafted eyes lay sight upon your bare form, a body, a human body, covered in scars from lightning. Lightning he inherited, lightning he engaged, lightning he struck you with.
There’s no doubt, the silence is defeaning while you sit with him in the empty room, waiting for one of the medical professionals in the fatui to check on you.
He’s silent. It’s rare. He’s never been quiet for more than 5 minutes with you. He’s either complaining or attempting to make small talk a vast majority of the time, typically the former. But he doesn’t, he doesn’t even stare at you like he always does. You’re about to break the silence before the harbinger breaks it for you.
“You don’t look okay.” He doesn’t look at you, his vision trained on the white tile at his feet.
“Yeah. you struck me with lightning.”
“oh.”
It doesn’t hit you until he releases a quiet ‘oh’ from his mouth. Something you probably know better than anyone else that has been on teyvat within his 500 year lifespan.
This man can not say sorry.
“oh? Oh? Kunikuzushi put your pride away for one second.” you don’t try to hide the frustration in your voice. You truly did not mind the eccentricities the puppet in front of you holds, you never did, not even when you first met him.
He still doesn’t answer but you can see the way his face winces and widens in the same moment. Seems he got way too accustomed to ‘Kuni’ and ‘Scara’ to remember that you do in fact remember his given name.
“What else should I say to you? I’ll strike harder next time?” He isn’t getting mad, he was only infuriated earlier, but not now. You can see his demeanor start changing. Whether it be in the direction you want it to go, you’re not sure yet.
“Maybe a sorry? An apology? A “oh forgive me [Name] I love you so much?” He doesn’t answer you, he only scoffs and fall back onto the back of his chair. You don’t miss the way his fingers dig into the cloth of his clothing, probably using it as a replacement for human skin.
The man can’t breathe, but you can hear him inhale and exhale before his next words.
“i don’t know what happened. I didn’t mean to- well not at you.” It comes out softer than the other words hes said to you the entire period of time in the room. His eyes are finally off the floor, trying their best to maintain contact with your own.
Once again, all thats left between the space of you two, is silence. You look away from him for a moment, fiddling with the blanket draped over your legs. You’d like to assume that’s the closest you’ll get to an ‘I’m sorry from him’, but you can’t accept that, so you don’t reply. Ever since waking up, you never were able to see the scars on your body, only the ones on your arms. You wonder if they look hideous.
Your hand reaches behind you to your back, your fingers grazing whatever part you assume suffers scarring.
“Are you worried about how it looks?”
“No, not at all, fighting is commonplace in the fatui.”
“Lying isn’t good, you told me that yourself didn’t you?” Damn him and his pristine memory. You can never remember where you leave your keys yet he can remember things you’ve said to him years ago?
“No matter how scarred and beaten you are you’re still [Name] are you not?” With the way he’s looking at you, you’re sure this is another thing he’d want to keep out of the publics knowledge. “Even without your face i’d strike someone down for you in an instant.”
“Oh like you did to me?”
“…” Seems the sweet moment was ruined. You don’t mind though, it’s funny to you.
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The weeks that followed still held some tension. You’d refused to see him for awhile. When asked by some trembling lower subordinate, one in which the harbinger had personally sent, why you weren’t seeing him, your reply made the soldier fear for his own downfall.
“He’s insufferable right now. I’ll talk to him when he shows me he’s not a man child who can’t admit his faults.” You’ve always been able to put up with his outbursts, but right now, you realize maybe you should turn up your attitude with him.
After that unfortunate event, not unfortunate for you, for the fatuss, your days have seemingly been more dull. You’ve forgotten just how eccentric the balladeer is. Waking up never seemed so boring, the puppet would either be by your side in the early mornings, or knocking on the door ready to whisk you away.
Seems that routine is coming back.
“Oh? Have you finally swallowed your ego-“
“I’m sorry.”
Seems he couldn’t go any longer without you, how sweet.
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Tagging this, I was super confused if this could be characterized as angst w/ comfort or fluff. I just did both though.
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uncanny-tranny · 5 months
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Fiber artist challenge of the day: weave in those damn ends
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lotus-pear · 3 months
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I AM SHITTJING MYSELF WHY DOES HE HAVE THE SPECIAL EDITION $1.5K VICTORIA’S SECRET RED SATIN PAJAMAS
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2sw · 4 months
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brother!
Supernatural S12E11 Regarding Dean
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hiphopcherrrypop · 4 months
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dey're like his wingmen
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tatumis-awesome · 4 months
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Lanky
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