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It's a badger :) gl with volleyball tryouts should you decide to join btw
I haven't seen the episode yet but I'm itching to (now even moreso).
Imagine if Geto's mantra of "exorcise and consume" was replaced with "exercise and consume". Not only would he get buff af but maybe his downward spiral could have been avoided, or at least manageable. My heart breaks for the guy, but at least he's living his best life in fics (mostly).
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I GENUINELY THOUGHT I ANSWERED THIS BADGER. I hope u havent ran away yet. but yeahhh volleyball tryouts I WAS SCAMMED BUT ITS OKAY MAN.
#oh getooooo#we love geto#I welcome any and all geto thoughts#anyways let me hop off Tumblr and finish my fic#xoxo gossip girl 💋#🦡!
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Badgers and coyotes hunt together. It's a thing. The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service explains that “studies have shown that this unusual relationship is beneficial for both species. The coyote can chase down prey if it runs and the badger can dig after prey if it heads underground into its burrow systems.”
#badger#animal meme#memes#meme#animals#coyote#top post#animal videos#wholesome#tank#badger badger badger#animal memes#🦡#forest
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Day 709: 🐢 & 🦡
Ko-Fi | Patreon
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daniel ricciardo in shorts
that is all
#daniel ricciardo#dr3#f1#danny ric#f1 2024#honey badger#🍯🦡#formula 1#carlos sainz#lando norris#carlando#formula one#daniel ricciardo x you#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo imagine#daniel ricciardo fanfic
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🦡🐅colored the nik and yao scribbles. nyah
#nikolai krol#feng yaolin#tsr vn#the smoke room#echo project#my art#sho.scribbles#artists on tumblr#furry#anthro#yes i took some liberty with the picture frame in sams room. yes its hit painting girl w a pearl earring but kermit.#simply bc i had it on the mind while drawing. kjsdfsdfds#anywho love these miners#need more art of the 🦡 & the 🐅
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Could you do #520 pls! :3
todays littlest pet shop of the day is ... ferret #520 !! for you, @furbylover3 !!
#🩷.requested#ferrets 🦡#< that is as close to a ferret as i can get </3 unfortunate#lps#littlest pet shop#kidcore#toycore#y2k#2000s#toys#early 2000s#2000s toys
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July 7th, 2023, Silverstone - Daniel Ricciardo after the second practice session
📸 by Ben Stansall, via Getty Images
#⭐️#🍯🦡#FIRST PROPER HD PIC OF DAN!#hes literally glowing its not just the editing#daniel ricciardo#british gp 2023#f1#f1 edits#beth edits f1#daniel.jpg
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Hornee thought buuuttt imagine chilling in Nevilles common room and you're on his thigh, making out hard, and he's teasing you, touching you everywhere then his friends walk in and you get embarrassed and shy and get off him really quickly but they saw anyways. And they start teasing you about the wet spot you left on his thigh while Neville is just proud
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the way I never know if my fingers are gonna type in 2nd or 3rd person is wild
THIS BLURB IS 18+!!! MINORS / ACCOUNTS WITHOUT AGE DNI YOU WILL BE BLOCKED WITH NO WARNING BUT THIS ONE.
Everyone else had decided to head to the Quidditch game, Slytherin vs Gryffindor meaning not a singular person could be found that wasn't out there in the stands watching it go down. Well, every person was present besides you and Neville.
The two of you had split a spliff about half an hour ago and sometime between then and now the cuddling and soft kisses you two had been exchanging turned into a mess of tangled limbs and sticky, wet kisses. You became hyper aware of the way your pussy was tingling between your legs as Neville let a low growl escape from his throat. His lips brushed against your, his large calloused hands palming at the soft flesh of your ass.
"Look at you, petal. Getting all worked up from a bit of kissing. Haven't even touched your pussy and yet I can feel it drooling through my slacks." he teased, dragging his lips along the nape of your neck. You whimpered at his words, continuing to rub your messy cunt against his upper thigh.
"Feels so good, Nev." you whined out. He coos at you, beginning to suck at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Everything felt so slow and overwhelmingly pleasurable. You didn't notice he had moved his hands to your front until he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin causing you to yelp, jumping a bit. Resting his forehead against yours, he gazes into your eyes deeply. Teasingly, he drags his thumbs under the waistband, knuckles gently brushing against the top of your pubic bone.
"I love how needy you get for me. Always such a messy little thing, baby." he mutters, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling. You lean forward, lips clattering together clumsily but he easily corrects it, deepening the kiss as he slips his tongue in. The cold metal of his rings digs into your skin as he guides your hips, the tent in his pants poking at your thigh with each movements.
Before either of you could fully register what was happening the sound of happy singing and cheers came close way too fast. Pulling away, you turn around catching the sight of familiar faces as you try to climb off of Nev's lap with haste. But it's too late, your skirt is all wrinkled, a plethora of bruises on your neck and chest along with your kiss swollen lips. Neville looks less disheveled than you, making you think they wouldn't comment on anything.
"Merlin, Neville! And I thought we were having fun at the game!" Seamus said, pointing at the large wet stain on the front of his tan pants. Ron, Dean, and Harry begin to laugh. The stain was a large portion of his upper right thigh, but also a bit near his crotch.
"That's like a bloody fountain, (L/n)!" Ron said, his eyes wide as his eyes flicker from you to the stain.
You audibly gasp as you see it, hiding your face in the side of his chest. It was all too embarrassing for you to handle. Did you really leave that big of a mess?
"Are you saying you've never made a girl that wet before without laying even a finger on her pussy?" Neville says, raising a brow. The laughter from the boys dies quickly as they draw their attention from the stain to their suddenly interesting shoes. "No? Or better yet, I've doubt any of you have even made a girl that wet in general." he scoffs, pulling you into his side as he stares up at them. "Amateurs."
#bvbysblurbs:neville#neville longbottom x reader#neville longbottom x you#neville x y/n#neville x reader#harry potter x reader#harry potter imagine#🦡anon
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We've discussed how too many "universal therian experiences" posts are just canine or otherwise generally mammalian but now we should talk about how many "exclusively human things/humans all have this weird thing!" posts are actually just talking about something that animals other than caniformes do
#like ''how come humans think it's weird to want to play fetch >:( '' idk man I'm a bird and I also think it's weird. maybe just a dog thing#''the way humans will get so offended if you take some of their food like aren't we a pack!'' no and I'm biting you#+ any and every mention of the words bipedal or plantigrade#''ugh i hate how HUMANS walk on two legs just wanna be an animal am i right my fellow therians'' 🐦⬛ wjat#''the therian urge to toe walk because stupid human bodies are plantigrade and it's not animal enough'' 🦡 huh#alterhuman#therian
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Anyone else finds it funny how Janson's nr 1 enemy were doors. I think about that a lot
#the maze runner#i mean movies obv#the scorch trials#the death cure#tmr janson#aidan gillen#tmr#-🦡#this is a janson fanpage btw#i am a janson LOVER dont get me wrong#please i need more janson vs doors jokes its so funny to me
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I follow but I'm shy. You said you wanted more emoji anons so I figured I better hurry before all the good ones were taken.
*ahem* My name is 🦡 anon and I'm addicted to Geto. Nice to meet you 👋 (and I really enjoy your writing).
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awww don’t be shy but hey NEW EMOJI ANONS WELCOME what emoji even is that a raccoon 🦝 or not it’s not wtf is that ?? 🦡 idk what that animal is 🧍🏽♀️ please enlighten me
But yessss we love a geto addict 😋 lately I’ve been even MORE OBSESSED w my lil husband like yesterday when I watched the jjk episode and saw him CHOKE THAT IMPOSTER I CRIED like he really makes me all emotional and shi it’s crazyyyy
I NEED NEW EMOJI ANONS SO CMON PEOPLE
#HOWS UR DAY TODAY ??#I just got back from this volleyball taster session at uni#and I think ima go for the tryouts tomororw#xoxo gossip girl 💋#🦡!
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My vtm oc D’arcy. She’s a Brujah of Irish descent, and she’s my lil badger (cute, but bites hard and won’t let go until bones are cracking).
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Star Crossed | D. Ricciardo
Summary: You are attending the Met Gala. You've been several times before, but this year Anna Wintour has invited you to perform. You meet Daniel Ricciardo on the red carpet, and you spend the evening getting to know eachother.
Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x singer!reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 1.3k
A/N This is my first time writing in a really long time so pls go easy on me, and let me know if you want part 2! This part is more of a prologue, it will get spicier as it develops in future parts
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Part 1
It's the first Monday in May; Met Gala day. I've been before, and it's always been one of my favourite events of the year, but this year is different. This year, I'm performing.
I shouldn't be nervous, I've performed in front of thousands of people worldwide, but as I pull up to the red carpet, I can't remember the last time I felt this nervous. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, trying to shut out the conversations of my team around me.
"Y/n, it's time to go", my assistant calls, jolting me from my thoughts. My stylist fusses with my hair, and I stand to step out of the car. As I step onto the carpet, the flash of cameras illuminate the night, and I can't help but feel a rush of excitement.
I smooth down the delicate fabric of my gown, a 2001 Karl Lagerfeld dress, and begin to navigate my way towards the cameras. The flashes are almost blinding, and the paparazzi start shouting directions at me, telling me where to look. At first, red carpets and paparazzi were overwhelming, but it's become second nature to me by now.
I make my way across the carpet and up the steps, pausing every now and then for photos and to say hi to a few industry friends before making my way into the opulent halls of the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
After catching up with an old friend, I hear an Australian voice calling my name. Glancing around, my eyes land on a familiar face, but one that I've only seen on television screens and in the pages of magazines.
Daniel Ricciardo.
He stands tall, making his way towards me. Despite attending a few races, I've never met him, and his easy smile draws me in like a magnet. I knew he was good-looking, but up close...
"Hi, I'm Daniel," he says, interrupting me from my thoughts and extending his right hand. I reach out and shake his hand, trying to ignore the shivers crawling up my arm at his touch.
"I'm a huge fan," he adds with a grin.
"Oh, you don't need to introduce yourself to me," I say, smiling back at him. "I'm a fan, too. Is this your first Met?"
"It is. Pretty crazy out there, right?" Daniel responds, gesturing towards the crowd outside.
"Sure is." I agree, nodding.
"I was just ahead of you on the carpet, you made it look easy," he says, beaming his signature grin again.
"Thank you," I chuckle. "It hasn't always come naturally, but y'know, it comes with the job. You must be used to it too, especially now you're a Netflix star."
"You watched Drive to Survive?" he asks, seeming surprised.
"Of course, like I said, I'm a fan too. It's great to meet you."
Our conversation flows effortlessly, spanning topics from our favourite tracks to travel adventures. Despite the glitz and glamour surrounding us, our interaction feels genuine, as if we've known each other for far longer than just a few minutes.
"So, what's it like performing in front of thousands of people?" Daniel asks, eyes sparkling with curiosity as we make our way around the exhibits.
"It's exhilarating," I reply, trying to mask the nerves that flutter in my stomach at the thought of tonight's performance. "But it can also be nerve-wracking. Tonight's no exception."
"I can imagine," he muses, leaning in slightly as if hanging on to my every word. "But I have no doubt you'll kill it out there."
His words offer a comforting reassurance, and I can't help but smile gratefully. "Thanks, Daniel. That means a lot." I say, as I see my assistant approaching from the corner of my eye. "That's my cue. It was great to meet you, Daniel." I say, not quite ready for the conversation to be over.
As I start to walk away, Daniel catches my arm gently, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. "Hey, if you need a distraction from the nerves, I'll be right here."
I chuckle nervously, grateful for his offer. "Thanks, I might take you up on that." With a final wave, I disappear into the backstage chaos, my mind buzzing with anticipation for the performance ahead.
As I take the stage, the bright lights momentarily blind me, but as my eyes adjust, I scan the crowd for familiar faces. And there, in the sea of Hollywood stars and models, I spot Daniel, his encouraging smile a beacon of support amidst the sea of faces.
Our eyes lock for a brief moment, and in that instant, I feel a surge of confidence wash over me. With his silent encouragement, I dive into the performance, pouring my heart and soul into each lyric. After my performance, I head back into the crowd to watch the other performers and catch up with a few friends, but I can't escape the disappointment in the back of my mind that I haven't bumped into Daniel again.
Later in the night, as I'm beginning to get bored of forced conversations, our paths cross again. Daniel's presence is like a magnet, drawing me in with his infectious energy and easy charm. We find ourselves laughing and sharing stories, the rest of the gala fading into the background as we lose ourselves in each other's company.
"So, what's next for you after tonight?" Daniel asks. I smile, feeling a rush of warmth at his interest. "Well, this was my last performance for a little while. I'm taking a break for a bit before heading to the studio to work on new music. What about you?"
Daniel shrugs casually. "Oh, same old. Just doing some promo stuff for Red Bull. I'm desperate to get back on the track."
Instinctively, I reach out and gently touch his arm. "I have no doubt you'll get there, you're a talented driver."
Before I can say anything else, Daniel reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone. "Hey, would you mind if I got your number?" he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
My heart skips a beat at his request, and I nod, trying to contain my excitement. "Of course," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady as I take the phone from his hands and enter my number.
"Thanks," Daniel says with a grateful smile as he takes his phone back. "I'd love to stay in touch."
The warmth in his voice sends a thrill through me, and I can't help but smile back. "Me too," I reply, my heart fluttering with anticipation.
As the night begins to wind down, the energy of the gala mellows into a gentle hum of conversation and soft music. Daniel and I linger for a while longer, savouring the final moments of the evening.
I glance at the time on my phone and realise that it's time for me to leave. "I hate to cut this short, but I should probably head out. Mind if we take a quick picture before I go?"
"Of course," he says warmly, leaning in as I snap a picture of the two of us at our table. "It's been an amazing night, thank you for making me feel welcome at my first Met."
"The pleasure was all mine. See you again soon?" I say, trying to hide the sadness creeping into my voice at the thought of saying goodbye.
"I hope so," he smiles, opening his arms and pulling me in to a gentle embrace. I reluctantly tear myself away, the lingering scent of his cologne leaving a bittersweet reminder of our evening together.
Settling into the backseat of my car, the picture of Daniel and I burns brightly on my phone screen. I decide to share the moment to my Instagram story, tagging Daniel alongside the honey and badger emojis. I place my phone in my bag to avoid the notifications that are sure to start rolling in, and rest my head against the window, shutting my eyes to replay the night in my head, wondering when I'll see Daniel again.
#daniel ricciardo x reader#daniel ricciardo#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#Daniel Ricciardo imagine#f1 fluff#f1 fic#Daniel Ricciardo fanfic#formula one imagine#🍯🦡#Daniel Ricciardo fluff#lando norris#carlos s#carlando#lando norris x reader#Daniel Ricciardo x you#Charles Leclerc x reader#Carlos Sainz x reader#Carlos Sainz x you
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Omg I need something
Lucifer x human! reader
Lucifer is in desguise in a city and meet R who tell them the pick up line "are you an angel? Because you look like you fell from Heaven"
What happens next is up to you.
Doesn't have to be long, I just think it's fun.
-🦡anon
Someone new
Lucifer Morningstar x reader
A/n: big thanks to my bae @pebbleswritessometimes for giving me this idea, we were freaking out about it at 3am (April 1) it was amazing.
I just decided it would be fun to indulge you my dear anon and add it to this already started fic! Thanks for your request. (April 26)
Warnings: none
★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★
A stranger, a stranger you wished so badly to have in your life for the rest of your life. Lately you meet a lot of them. Charming and kind, confident and thoughtful, sweet and calm. There was something so familiar about each one, something you couldn’t quite place yet inviting and so lovely.
Someone new every day. You’d fall for them every time, their character, how they projected themselves, their voice. Everything about each was drawing you in, you couldn’t understand it but it sure as hell was entertaining, it was lively and heartwarming.
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This started as a game to Lucifer, a little something to keep them entertained just because they could. Looking back on it now they were glad they decided to toy with you out of all people they could’ve possibly chosen.
They found you very entertaining but also generally so kind.. so sweet. The game was never intended to go on for so long really, but how could they ever bring themselves to stop from meeting you?
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You’d wish they’d stay a little longer but never dread. You knew another one would show at some time the next day, at this point it was expected. You waited each time with anticipation running through your veins to see just who you’d run into today, that would be the light of your day.
It came to you. That was it, each and everyone one brought light, there was the familiarity. Powerful yet subtle, bright but not blinding, enough to keep you warm but not burning.
You wished to know each one more, and in a weird way it felt like you did, like one after the other they completed eachother, like they were the very same but in different parts.
Such a weird phenomenon but one you wouldn’t dare complain about. You didn’t want it to ever stop, each charming word and sticky sweet smile was engraved to your brain. You felt like you could tell this stranger anything, and you felt as if you knew everything about them. You were learning, all of you? Both of you.
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Each time you were beyond excited to meet them, and each time you seemed more curious, more confused which then turned into more aware.
That was also entertaining to watch. You coming to the realization that these could all be the very same, but also the worry of sounding insane and being completely wrong. Lucifer could see the cogs turning in your head every time you spoke, how you didn’t really seem opposed to the idea, just afraid of being wrong.
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"You knew who I was every step that I ran into you” there it was. That soothing voice again, that same voice in a different body.
“Who are you?” Your tone was curious, fond. Not mean or upset, but filled with genuine wonder. “Someone new.. maybe not so new.” Your beloved stranger(s?) replied. And you smiled.
It was weird to think about how normal this felt for you, you didn’t feel insane, you didn’t feel tricked. It was more of a fun phenomenon, like whoever this truly was, they were just playing a game.
“Aha! So I am right!” You practically jumped at their confirmation as you walked together. “Have you been speculating for a long time?” As always, their tone was fond, amused. And their smile soft and kind.
“A while honestly, maybe more on the third or fourth person, you’re always the same you know? I don’t know how to explain it.. I find it quite lovely though! A little confusing since I now kinda question every stranger I met..” you could ramble on forever and they’d so gladly let you, but you stopped yourself and your walk as you turned to address them.
“Is this some kind of social experiment?” You asked enthusiastically. Your stranger chuckled, shaking their head, “yes, and also no.” They were away one to give such vague answers.
“Will I ever meet the real you?” That made them pause. “The real me?” Their tone a little more serious now. Yet you nodded and explained further. “Don’t get me wrong it’s a very fun.. game? But I’d like to know my favorite strangers true face and name..”
“The ‘real’ me isn’t my name or face darling.. is it truly that important to you? I’ll let you in on a little secret.. the very first time we met, you saw my real face.”
You vaguely remember that. A beautiful, tall- simply ethereal person walking past and making friendly conversation. And you threw the cheesiest pick up line on earth possibly- “are you an angel? Because you look like you fell from heaven.” Which was met with an amused smile and tilted head..
“Now, why would you wear any other face when you have such a pretty one! Will you tell me your name?” Lucifer chuckled and shook their head. “Because it’s not about my pretty looks, darling.. Maybe, some other day..”
“Hopefully soon, then.” Oddly enough, though the curiosity was killing you, their name wasn’t really all that important. Hopefully some day, and hopefully soon, your stranger would tell you their name. You just can’t wait for that day.
#lucifer sandman#the sandman#🦡 anon#gwendoline christie#sandman lucifer x reader#lucifer morningstar the sandman#sandman lucifer morningstar x reader#sandman lucifer#the sandman x reader#lucifer morningstar (the sandman) x reader#the sandman lucifer morningstar#the sandman lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer morningstar (the sandman)
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So, before we start, let me clarify, this is just a random fantasy I've had for a couple of days now. after having run into some panty play art I just imagined weird shit and sort of got into it in the less fucked but still fucked side of things. Just..fucking... this is why I'm anon okay?
Love your work. Good luck on your tests.
Imagine catching Shigaraki pumping his cock to one of your cum soaked panties on his face.
He actually had his eyes set on it the entire day! seeing as the first chance he got where no one was around, he stole it.
He knew damn well Dabi had eaten you out in those, he was imagining it even.
How Dabi had likely set you on the bed, or a couch and from there his mind went off. He could imagine how Dabi would ever so gently sit you up on a surface, pull your hips to him and without even allowing you to lay down or even removing your pants he'd have his lips already at your crotch.
As the warmth of his lips and his breath warmed up your core in such a nice but surprising way each time.
He would hear your sigh and feel the light grip on his hair from you as you'd get comfortable.
At the image alone, Shigaraki couldn't help but squeeze himself, almost to the brink of pain. He some how could position himself in both spaces, but still, like a cuck, just imagining the two of you.
How you'd tell Dabi to just give you a second so you could take off your shorts and he'd have to fight himself to get away from your scent. After all, the shorts were still in the way.
So tucking his hands into the ass of your shorts and your underwear, spreading your ass a part just to tease you, he finally gets rid of the damn shorts, but oddly enough... Not your panties. His hands were inside so, it seemed that he made it a choice not to. As you were about to question, he once again set his lips on your cloth covered cunt.
Was he teasing you? No no.. this wasn't teasing. He was really into this. What is he up to? And with a flush and a shudder " What do you want baby?" You ask as you gently push away at him.
"Just you" with a sigh. Closing his eyes at your gesture, and burying his face back into your cunny. Somehow you felt embarrassed, naked beyond skin and frame despite still being very much clothed. He was breathing in your scent like some animal, it felt weird. You became timid, nearly frozen, as he just continued his ministrations.
"I.. I'm not comfortable with this Dabi.."
Not getting away but stopping, he looks up at you. Gently placing his thumbs at your hips. And he asks what's bothering you. As you explain your hesitation, he takes in your words.
"Are you sure you're not just being timid on me, darling? " He asks as he gently "climbs " over you. Lifting your chin with his index finger and gently rubbing your lip with his thumb.
"You're acting the same way you did the first time we fucked, doll."
Shiggy paid particular attention to the image of your eyes shifting as you took in dabi's words. How you'd hesitate to look him in the eye. Look down at your side.. try and fail to look up at him once again.. and how you'd just shy away your face from his.
In a moment of self awareness he recognizes how ridiculous he must look with your underwear on his face. What kind of fucking sick thing is this anyway? To sniff the used underwear of a friend? Not even 3 feet away from her room. While imagining her fucking her boyfriend. What a fucking sicko...
But man... It felt so good.. it feels so good.. ugh.. it's intoxicating. It's addicting, it's driving him wild and he can't help but take in more. Locking his room, he sets himself on the bed and burying his face into your Panties he takes in you and dabi's mixed scent. propping his ass up, he takes his sopping dick and while holding it with one hand, he twists his hand at the tip gently. As his already sensitive cock makes his thighs twitch at the lightest breeze.
Going back to his fantasy, he imagines as you shut your eyes tightly and finally reconsider.
"Okay.." you finally mutter out.
Sorry I chickened out. 😔👊
-🦝
Holy. Fucking. Shit I’m-
YOU WROTE SUCH A TOE CURLING PANTIE SOAKING FANFIC IN MY INBOX- BESTIE I CANT FMEKFNWKDKWKSMALSKSLFMFK
This is so fucking hot, omg cuck Tomura jerking off at the thought of Dabi and his little girlfriend while keeping her panties on his face- I can’t function rn, it’s so sick I fucking LOVE THIS, my eyes have been blessed
I LOVE ME SOME CUCK SHIGARAKI SKENEJWJENSNSKSNDKM GOD HE IS SO PATHETIC AND NEEDY AS HE CUMS AT THE THOUGHT OF HIS COMRADE FUCKING HIS GIRL NNNNG
#B’s inbox🦋#🦡 anon#tomura fans I expect yall to eat this UP#bless your mind anon#the description of his fantasies had me squealing on my seat#dabi taking in my scent like a starved animal GODDDDD#dabi#touya todoroki#mha dabi#dabi smut#tomura shigaraki#tomura shigaraki smut#shigaraki smut#dabi x reader#bnha smut#mha smut
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21/07/23, Budapest - Daniel Ricciardo during free practice for the 2023 Hungarian Grand Prix
📸 by Kym Illman
#⭐️#🍯🦡#he looks sooooo broad so beautiful#i love him 🫶#loml#daniel ricciardo#hungarian gp 2023#formula 1#f1#f1 edits#beth edits f1#daniel.jpg
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