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wasyago · 7 months
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being dead is not an excuse to walk around with blood all over your face
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morgaseus · 4 months
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A little brainrot abt Dr. Ratio (he is kinda giving ‘archmage of the mages tower’ vibes. He acts like he doesn’t care about you but deep down he does! He just doesnt know how to act like it😞)
Not even a year in the relationship yet you already want to divorce him. You can’t stand him! That haughty arrogance of his! It feels like hes belittling you with every chance he gets! Its getting in your nerves! He even acts like you both arent married. Not even a simple greeting. What happened to hi, hello, goodbye, i’ll be away for a while, i’ll be home late. The food that you you leave for him for dinner always goes cold and uneaten. He just comes and go and do as he please! You know its a marriage of convenience, it probably means nothing to him, its just empty promises written in a paper after all. But you still want to be civil with him, he’s the man you married after all. But you couldnt take it it anymore! So, when the chance presented itself, you stormed in his office slamming the divorce paper in his desk.
“I want a divorce” you crossed your arms “i’m done with this marriage, sign it”
He looked at the paper for a moment and then at you. You gripped your left arm, feeling nervous under his stare. But you feel hopeful, he’ll probably sign it. There’s no strings attached anyways. But to your dismay he merely put the paper to the side and went back to whatever he was working with
“I wont sign it and as you can see I’m quite busy, please see yourself out”
Yep. You feel like you’re going insane
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clambuoyance · 21 days
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mattmurdeaux · 10 months
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And the Primetime Emmy Award for Outstanding Lead Manwhore goes to...Charlie Cox!
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thetypingpup · 4 months
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OH MY GODDD the perv haechan post from earlier
imagine bff!haechan who comes over to your apartment at any chance he gets. while it seems like he’s just happy spending time w you, he can’t help but be a little perv and steal some panties from you. he likes to think he’s stealthy and steals them without you knowing.
of course, you know better than him and he’s quite literally so obvious when he does it. you even purposefully put some panties at the top of your laundry basket for him to take. after you notice quite a few of them are missing, you devise a plan to catch him in the act, trying to see what exactly he does with them.
you walk into his apartment one night, being as quiet as possible when you open his bedroom door just to see him pathetically humping his bed as he shoves his face into his pillow. if you look closely, you can see your nicest pair of panties peeking out from his pillowcase. all it takes is for him to whine out your name and for him to rip out the pair from his pillowcase, shoving it in his face for you to gently call out his name, startling him from his fantasy.
and he'd probably be so shy and so ashamed to have you find him this way, but would definitely be into the humiliation, so why not have a little fun with him? 😏
imagine leaning in the doorframe and watching him scramble to try and make this not what it looks like. it's pretty obvious, the pair of your panties clutched in his hand, his hard cock on full display and shining with lube. it looks like he tried to hide this even from himself, since the only light on comes from the desk lamp in the corner, most of the room cast in shadow. poor baby must be so ashamed of himself. he tries to stutter out an explanation, and weakly attempt to deflect by asking why you're here, which makes you chuckle
"well you called for me, so i answered. i had no idea you thought of me this way, hyuckie." you feign surprise, but the truth is he's been painfully obvious for months now. you noticed more and more of your panties had gone missing in recent days, only to mysteriously reappear. he's even holding the panties you left out just for him to find, confirming your suspicions. his face burns, tinted with bright red, and his cock throbs in his hand, which has arousal stirring within you too. truth be told, the fact that he's been "secretly" lusting after you this whole time is exciting to say the least. it's not as though you haven't thought about him the same way, though it seems you were much better at hiding it.
so you continue to taunt him, testing the waters to see how far he'll let you go, to see how he'll react, "so this is what you've been doing this whole time? i let you into my home, into my room, and you've been getting off to me this whole time? no, not even me, to my panties?"
"it has been you!" he's quick to blurt out, only to press his lips together in the next moment, realizing he incriminated himself.
when you tilt your head curiously, he stammers as he says, "i-i mean, i was thinking about you, all this time. i can't stop thinking about you."
"tell me." you start to step closer, finally shutting the door behind you.
"w-what do you mean?" he questions, watching you with wide eyes.
you stand at the side of the bed, closer than you've been this whole time, but still far enough to let what he did weigh on him. it's an enticing pressure, to be faced with the shame and arousal of what he's been doing and what he's been feeling, especially when you tell him to, "tell me what you've been thinking about. or better yet, tell me what you've been doing with my panties. were you just sniffing them like a little perv, or would you jerk off with them too?"
"m-mostly sniffing them." he admits, averting your intense gaze, "i've been mostly thinking about the way you smell. your perfume, your body wash, your...your pussy."
"and not the way i look?" you easily taunt, folding your arms and feigning offense, "i'm hurt. you were just after my pussy all this time? like every other guy?"
"no i've been thinking about your looks too! i really like the way you look!" he abruptly exclaims, babbling in loud bursts of embarrassing admissions.
despite his apparent shame, you see him squirming in excitement the whole time, his hand resting on his thigh and just itching to make its way back between his legs. looks like you were right; this subtle foray into degradation is turning him on.
it's your turn to be surprised, as he's the one who speaks up next, and he quietly confesses that, "i really like you. all of you."
you can't deny the way his sweet confession makes your heart swell, happy that he seems to have a crush on you too. maybe even more than a crush, and the thought brings a smile to your face.
he surprises you again and keeps talking, sitting up straight and looking you right in the eye, and jerking himself off the entire time he speaks, "you wanna know what i think about? i think about how good you look in your outfits, and i imagine how you'd look without them. i the way you smile and laugh when you're talking about something you like. the way your eyes light up is so pretty and i could listen to you talk for hours. i think about your pretty face and imagine what you look like when you cum. i think about your voice, and i imagine what you'd sound like moaning my name. fuck you sound so good saying my name, even when you're teasing me. drives me fucking crazy. makes me wanna tease you more."
moving his hand faster he continues, panting heavily, "i remember all those hookups you tell me about, the good ones and the bad ones, and think that i could do better. i could make you moan. i could make you scream. i could make you feel so fucking good."
"really now?" interest piqued, you lean in, sliding beside him on the bed, "and what makes you think you could do better?"
"they don't know you like i do. they don't like you as much as i do. i'd focus on you, make you feel good, make you cum as much as you want." his declaration is moaned out atop breathy exhales, but his words make your heart race regardless.
"they don't think about you as much as i do. i think about you all the time. every time we're together just makes me want you more. seeing you wasn't enough. being near you wasn't enough i needed more. that's why i took these." he pauses and holds up the panties in his other hand, biting his lip shyly before he asks, "can i tell you something else?"
"of course you can." you encourage him, your voice lowering to a seductive purr that makes shivers run along his spine. he slows his hand down so he can focus on his words,
"the reason i like when you ramble is because every time you talk i...i can't stop staring at your mouth, at your lips. i notice, every time you wear a new lipstick or a new gloss, or when you aren't wearing any at all." he turns back to you, desperation simmering in his gaze behind the lenses of his glasses, "you have really pretty lips."
"is that so? do you wanna kiss them?" you smirk, loving everything he's telling you
"more than anything." he breathes out, groaning as his hand starts moving faster on his cock.
you lean in and take hold of his face, pulling him in for a kiss. he instantly moans against your mouth, jerking his cock faster, getting off to the feeling of your lips on his. you let yourself sink into the kiss, enjoying the plush swell of his lips, finally indulging in what you've been fantasizing about for so long. he's an even better kisser than you thought, sliding his tongue against yours just enough to tantalize, just enough to have you leaning in to deepen the kiss and seek more from him. he draws you in effortlessly, making you want him more than you already did, making you seek solace in the warmth of his lips. even while he's preoccupied with self pleasure, he still focuses on you, just like he said. maybe he can do better than your past partners.
he pulls back just enough to breathe, murmuring against your lips, "wanna know what else i think about?"
"hmm, what else?" you hum curiously, running your fingers through his soft hair.
the sound he makes is akin to a purr as he leans into your hand. his thumb teases the head of his cock, and a sly smirk lifts his plush lips as he tells you, "i think about your ass. i think about it a lot, touching it, grabbing it. i think about pressing my face against your boobs while you ride me, and just grabbing your ass. i think about you bending over and just pressing my face into you, just fully taking you in. i think about taking you from behind just to watch your ass. there's a reason i always comment when you wear such short shorts."
fuck you can't take it anymore. hearing him shamelessly spill out the fantasies he had about you has you turned on beyond belief. you wanted him before, wanted him bad, but now you need him more than anything.
"how about this?" you place a hand on his, halting the movement of his hand and subtly asserting control. grabbing his shoulders, you straddle him, sitting on his lap as you pull your shirt off. you know he can feel you against his thigh, feel the pulsing heat of your core even through your pants, and the way you grind down in search of friction. you rut against him, wanting so bad to feel anything from him, though your tone still conveys your command of the situation, and he eagerly acquiesces to you, "how about you keep telling me what else you've been thinking about, and i can share a few thoughts of my own?"
he gazes up at you with an ecstatic smile, as if nothing else in the world would make him happier. his hands make their way to your body, holding your waist with a reverence that makes you swoon. he nods, and excitedly agrees, "that sounds perfect."
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shares-a-vest · 5 months
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Prompt: Wanting to stay in bed (Discord Drabble)
Eddie is sitting at the kitchen table, eating his cereal when Steve shuffles into the room, whining with a blanket wrapped around him like an ill-fated Lord struck down by a case of consumption.
"You okay?" he asks, watching as Steve makes his way to join him at the table.
Or more, he flops down, the blanketed mass enveloping him causing the chair to scrape on the pristine tiles.
Steve winces at the sound, his usually very pretty face screwing up into a look of his comfort – okay, he still looks pretty, even when he gives a hacking cough and then sniffles.
"'M'fine," he breathes as if it is taking all his strength to respond.
Eddie drops his spoon and reaches over to place his palm on a very warm forehead.
"You better call work," he says, hopping up from his chair now.
He rounds the table to Steve's side and his boyfriend immediately leans into him.
"I feel dizzy," he admits, looking up at him with glassy eyes, "Wanted to stay in bed."
"And you should have," Eddie nods, trying not to sound like he's chiding him, "Come on, Big Boy, let's get you back upstairs."
"No," Steve protests, ever stoic and a-okay despite standing up and leaning most of his blanket-incased weight on him, "Have to... work... Robin..."
"I'll drive Robin to work, after I get you back in bed, all toasty and comfortable, hmm?"
Steve considers the suggestion for a moment, his tired eyes drifting closed as he nods.
Eddie wraps his arms around Steve and begins to shuffle along beside him, slowly guiding him back upstairs.
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myriam-draws · 7 months
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some starfires i’ve drawn a bit over time i miss her (i refuse to read titans 2023)
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dizzybizz · 1 year
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mother and daughter
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babbimetal · 1 month
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BABYMETAL IN LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND
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my-maehem · 1 year
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Since people have found my cringy first WIP of Seb— here’s another one but way better
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I have no clue what I did but it actually looks like him—
I feel like I won’t be able to draw him like this for a long while HAHAAA
LOOK AT HIS F*CKING ADORABLE FACE— ITS SO FUFFLY IM GONNA DIE—!
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reynardodo · 4 months
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gojoest · 4 months
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kimjunnoodle · 19 days
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“Shut up. I said sit still.”
Auri frowns, but again, she does as he says. Astarion dips into a pan of molasses-colored paint with his middle finger, and when he presses it to her lips, she flinches. “Sit still,” Astarion repeats again, but he’s smiling.
A gift for the amazing @aevallare of this adorable scene from Kindred!! 10/10 recommend 100/10 Cry every time
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doll-elvis · 8 months
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The story behind the pictures
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“At first Elvis sent photographs at no charge, but when the requests multiplied, he requested twenty-five cents for each picture or eight cents a piece for mass orders. One of the first pictures he sent out was a dreamy-eyed head shot— the result of Elvis’ first professional photo session
‘He came off like dynamite,’ recalled Bill Speer, whose lens captured Presley in late 1954. ‘As soon as I sat him in front of the camera, I knew he had it’. Speer’s wife, Vacil, was certainly impressed the evening Bob Neal brought Elvis to the studio. ‘Oh, I opened that door, and his animal charm, his animal magnetism!’
When Bill finished taking the requisite portraits of Elvis in a sports coat and shirt, the photographer said, ‘Well, if that’s all the clothes you brought, I guess we’re done’
‘No honey,’ Vacil protested. ‘Get him to take his shirt off!’. Though the young singer at first protested, he at last shyly unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off
When he was later sent copies of the shirt-less shots, Elvis scrutinized one of them and scribbled on the back ‘This one has got to go! Ha ha ha!’
Elvis returned to Speer’s studio to have some portrait shots of his girlfriend, Barbara Hearn. During this meeting, Speer thinks he may have offended Elvis. According to Speer, while he was concentrating on photographing Barbara, Elvis was in the next room and began singing, when Speer said, ‘Stop the racket! I’m trying to take a picture’. After that, Speer never met Elvis again…”
(story courtesy of “Down at the End of the Lonely Street” by Pat Broeske & Peter Brown and the website Elvis Echoes of the Past)
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thetypingpup · 1 year
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Mommy!hwa watching pup!you and pup!San playing with each other , chuckling at how desperate his two pups look when they want one another. Both of you looking at him palming his cock in his pants and just pawing at him, desperate to have you mommy fuck the both of you after getting each other so worked up.
this...this is targeted
fuck just imagine seonghwa just watching you both from his plush chair, watching you both wrestle and play on the bed. in his eyes, this is the perfect sight to come back to after a long day at work. it's so satisfying to watch his pups play like this, seeing just how eager you are for pleasure and fun, to tangle yourselves in each other. he eyes you intently as san pins you to the bed, nuzzling you eagerly while his tail wags rapidly. you whine as san kisses and licks along your neck, ears flattening as you take in the pleasant warmth of his mouth. you can feel his cock press against your ass, rutting against the curve of your cheeks, and you already clench around nothing at the thought of him inside you. you want him to mount you so bad, you press back against his hips to meet his thrusts, back arching as he's gone from playing to outright humping you.
and san eagerly meets your hips over and over, the friction already having pleasure thrumming through him. he whines, high pitched and languid, right in your ear, wordlessly begging to fuck you while your tongue lolls out of your mouth with each frantic pant. you both move faster and faster, the tags on your matching collars jingling from the motion. seonghwa swallows thickly as he watches you both, his cock twitching in his pants and a growl rising in his throat.
you can smell the spike in arousal from both san and seonghwa. you focus your gaze on seonghwa from across the room, noting how his hand trails down between his legs. san's scent completely surround you, while seonghwa's wafts over to you more and more as the moments pass. both flood your senses, and make you crave more. you own arousal seeps from you, slickening your folds and making your panties stick to them. you know they can both smell how turned on you are, how much you want them to fuck you. just as fixated on you as you are on them. san presses against you harder, rubbing right against your pussy, with only thin cotton separating you from the turgid flesh you want to feel so fucking badly.
"please mommy." you beg, making yourself sound enticingly wanton.
and it works, because seonghwa is on his feet in an instant and making his way to the bed. he smirks at the sight of your adorable begging expression. he didn't even tell you to beg and you already try to plead with him with your eyes. seonghwa tilts your chin up to face him, tauntingly mirroring your pout and cooing with feigned sympathy, "aww, and what do you need from your mommy?"
san perks up with a whine, as if to say he needs him too. chuckling, seonghwa ruffles his hair, assuring him that he's got his attention with a scratch behind the ears.
"please, can i fuck her?" san pleads, his tail lashing faster as he shuffles excitedly, "please please please. she smells so good, feels so fucking good already. please, let me make her feel good."
"of course puppy." seonghwa nods his assent with a smile before turning back to you, "and is that all you want, princess?"
"uhm, actually, i-ahhh..." your words are cut off as san suddenly shucks your panties down, the brief rush of cool air soon replaced with the warm heat of his tongue. he laps at your folds eagerly, pressing his face in as deep as he can to surround himself in you before he fucks you.
seonghwa laughs softly as you whimper, gentle fingertips stroking under your jaw, sending and the tickling tendrils from his touch make you whine louder. you don't know whether to push your hips back against san's face, or lean into seonghwa's hand, which grows warmer by the second the more aroused he becomes. you can't make up your mind, so you simply tremble between them, trying to keep yourself up on your hands and knees. seonghwa keeps petting you, going from faux sympathy to taunting in his tone, "what was that puppy? i didn't quite catch that."
"please mommy, i- fuck yes!" san's tongue swirls over your clit in just the perfect way and you swear you cum on the spot, clenching suddenly as your juices suddenly coat san's face. he licks up the release eagerly, not ceasing for a moment, wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling as you shudder.
seonghwa almost pays this no head. nothing about his demeanor changes, still emanating the aura of a caretaker listening to his precious pet. but you can tell by the bulge in his pants and the way a sapphire hue takes over his irises, that he's more than effected. still, his tone is as calm and even as ever, and the contrast between that and his appearance has your head spinning.
"puppy, if you want something from me, you'll have to use your words." he reminds you, fingers trailing down to your throat. you can feel the first hints of his claws trace over the skin slowly, lingering on your neck right above the leather of your collar, right on one of the hollows of your throat. you swallow, just to feel the subtle sharpness against your skin even more. the blue of his eyes gleams in the low light, glowing with want. your gaze fixates on the tent in his slacks, the zipper curved to outline the contour of his dick, and your mouth waters as you eye him. you finally muster up the words to ask for what you want, only for your thoughts to be scrambled once more. san mounts you, gripping your hips as his cock slowly slides into you.
already, your back arches. already you're all but howling in bliss. your thighs press together, just to feel him even more intensely, just to take in the way he fits against your inner walls. you didn't think it was possible to get any wetter, to get anymore slick with need, but the sound of his cock sliding in and out of you gets louder and louder by the moment and tells you otherwise. san pants heavily as he thrusts, grunting softly everytime you suck him back in, as if you can't bare to be without him for even a moment. his cock pulses at the notion.
once you settle into the pleasure, you try once more to plead with seonghwa, "please mommy, please can i suck your cock?"
"of course puppy." he hums, undoing his pants with one hand and holding your face with the other.
san takes this as his cue to fuck you harder, rocking your body and pressing you into seonghwa's hand. grabbing the sheets, you try to keep your jaw slack to take in seonghwa's cock, saliva pooling on your tongue at the sight. you feel your mind growing hazy as pleasure takes over, only able it focus on how thick seonghwa's cock is and how you long to him in your throat while san fucks you senseless. san's thrusts drive you forward, and you lean in, until your tongue meets the tip of his cock. you inch closer and closer until seonghwa hold you in place, pushing his cock past your lips. seonghwa groans as he slides into your mouth, fangs extending from his gums and claws fully unsheathing as he submerges himself in you.
"there you go puppy." seonghwa's voice has fully dropped into a carnal growl, sending shudders of delight down your spine, "there you go, suck on mommy's cock."
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kendallsroyco · 1 year
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This man belongs in a romcom just look at this material 😭
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