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#I love these two together
4and55 · 10 hours
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Norrix stans RISE UP!! 🫶😍 They sure know how to have a good time for King’s Day. (Source)
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kyuyua · 9 months
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Love my two clowns 🤡👒
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unexpectedstormy · 6 months
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Obsessed with how Sky always has to be touching Wild after his ordeal
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(Bonus cute Bunny compilation)
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chanoeys · 1 year
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You're a freak! Perhaps.
FRIENDS ✧ ROSS & PHOEBE
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cetrouz · 5 months
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man i enjoy both shipping angela x trevor AND their platonic relationship like,,, it works out well either way and i love that they're good friends with much good chemistry.
like as a couple they would be very domestic and tame just like an old couple who grew fond of each other through time instead of falling hard in love. and as friends they would be inseparable and just get along really well with each other and sharing a healthy and lovely platonic relationship thanks to the trust they have in eachother.
anyway they have a really good dynamic together please don't separate these two they come in a set
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averytirednerd · 3 months
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Can’t wait can’t wait can’t wait can’t wait can’t wait can’t w-
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blocksmithkyra · 1 year
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What you think you look like:
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What you actually look like:
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cyareclones · 2 years
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finished commission for @laz-laz-ace-pilot 🫶
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BABY’S FIRST FIC ON TUMBLR :D
Welp here we go
[ao3 link]
Private Donut may or may not be made out of food (but there’s only one way to find out)
TW: Vore (duh), accidental fearplay, and accidental foodplay (??)
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Caboose and Donut were sat in the Blue base. Due to Donut’s lack of intelligence, he had recently been captured and taken prisoner by the Blues, having Caboose to watch over him.
“Church told me I have to watch over you to make sure you don’t run away.”
“Yeah. That’s kinda how prisoners work.”
“Oh.”
Donut continued to braid Caboose’s hair, which was longer than his, making it more braid-able. Sure, it was still short, but Donut made sure to not pull too hard on the Blue Team Member’s scalp.
“You know. I guess this is what you’d call the calm before the storm?”
“I call it nap time. And before that is food time! And after that is…” Caboose paused for dramatic effect.. “Food-Naptime!!”
Caboose’s started salivating as he recalled the routine, his face lightening into a smile. It made Donut smile too, finishing off the small braid in his hair.
“Speaking of food time, I’m getting hungry. But Tucker told me I couldn’t leave. You could run away.”
“I know. I probably would haha.”
Caboose turned his head a bit to glance back at Donut, his pupils dilating larger and small bit of drool dripping from his mouth. “Private Donut…that sounds like private biscuit.” He muttered, pondering something.
Donut was confused by who he considered a friend after this interaction’s stare. It was blank and wide like a shark who caught a wiff of blood. “Why are you looking at me like that?” He said, his voice slightly shivering.
Caboose turned his body a bit more to face the private in pink armor, still sitting criss-cross apple sauce, but his knees had stopped their swinging. He repeated the statement quietly. “sounds like private biscuit…”
Donut slowly started to back away a bit more before his back hit the wall, leaving him unable to scramble away from the hungry maws that inched closer to him, soon standing over his body. A small droplet of drool fell onto his head, which he quickly wiped away with a dissatisfied “ew.” When he looked back, he felt a tight grip clamp down onto his head. The wet muscle beneath him licked him all over, relishing in the taste of his flesh.
The private furiously kicked his legs around as his body was further and further down the Blue Team’s Private’s gullet. The wet, pinkish-red flesh encased him on all sides, coating him in saliva and other fluids. His feet were still dangling outside of Caboose’s mouth, but were quickly pushed into with his teeth coming down with a satisfied click. Donut slid down deeper and deeper until the wet slip finally stopped.
The chamber felt a bit more roomy, sure, but still extremely compact. The churning stomach walls hugged him on all sides. It was like his eyes were closed based on how dark it was. He let out a dissatisfied kick of retaliation, displaying his urge to be let out. He heard a slightly muffled “OW!” from the outside. Despite his frustration, he couldn’t help but feel a bit…betrayed. A person he thought he’d been bonding with reduced him to nothing more than a snack. Just to satiate his hunger? He didn’t cry, he didn’t pout. He just…sat.
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A couple of swallows later, Caboose rested his body onto the back wall, breathing heavily due to the large meal just taken in. He ran a hand over his stomach bulge, being able to actively feel Donut’s restless squirming, then a violent and agitated kick.
“OW!!” He yelped. Even after the impact, he still felt the sting flutter through his nerves afterwards. Still, his goal had been complete, his hunger satiated. But the private didn’t really taste like how his name described…weird, Caboose thought.
Finally, the squirming stopped, leaving his body still for once. The feeling of the profound weight that dragged him down was soft and comforting. Rather ironic, in a sense. The elastic polymer fibers underneath his titanium armor strained to comply with his form. His eyes became more hazy and his mind became more tired, wishing for him to fall into slumber, something Donut would despise if it found out occurred. But, Caboose didn’t mind this, knocking out with his head tipped back against the wall almost immediately.
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darlinhutchence · 3 months
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Kick! (x)
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hwichanis · 9 months
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©eve_jw
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callsign-daydream · 1 year
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Phoenix: What’s wrong, Bradshaw? Rooster: Just got a headache. And I’m seeing double. And I got a song stuck in my head, and my teeth hurt. Also I’m hungry. Phoenix: Okay, well some of those things are symptoms and some are just being a person.
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sschmendrick · 27 days
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Pian Raaaaan ! Fox Sister is the best I swear. She is very provocative (as in stirs up shit) and doesn't hold back her words that much and she will playfight with Ye Xiwu but also she never belittles her ? She pokes fun at her but she always reminds her that things can happen and emotions are complicated and it's not your fault to have them and she's there to help her. I don't remember from the start of the series ever seeing Li Susu with a sister, only her brother, and I truly think Pian Ran is the best sister she could have gotten, especially for not having known her mother and there not being that many women in the environment she grew up in.
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psychologymajor226 · 6 months
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“Utility Closet Love” R2/CHOP
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eoinmcgonigal · 6 months
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21: Dave/Reg
Catching up on the prompt from @almost-a-class-act and making them filthy >:D Here's the one for: Couples costumes!
(Modern AU polycule 'verse, and very NSFW)
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Tonight’s the night. The anticipation that’s been building over the last week now thrums through Reg’s body, the possibilities seeming endless. They all drew lots a week ago, and tonight he’ll find out who will be his partner for this evening. All he needs to do is look for the matching costume amongst his friends, and he’ll have his answer. It could be anyone. Part of the fun has been keeping quiet, leaving the surprise until the party. Usually there are no secrets between them, but, outside of some light teasing from Johnny and Dave, no one’s given anything away. Reg has no idea who it might be.
All he has to do, now that he’s arrived and shoved his coat on a hook, is head into the main room of the flat and enjoy the warmth as he looks around for another caveman—hopefully one as scantily clad in just a loincloth and fluffy boots as Reg is. David, dressed as Tinkerbell, greets him with a drink and an openly appraising look.
“Very nice,” David compliments.
“Not bad yourself,” Reg smirks. “Your other half here yet?”
“No,” David tells him, “but your is.”
“Yeah?”
And, with a nod towards one of the sofas, David melts away.
Reg looks over, taking a sip of his drink, and then grins. There are two people sitting there, talking: Eoin, in a very sexy devil costume, and Dave, half wrapped in leopard print cloth and holding a fake bone in his hand. His partner for tonight, Reg realises with a very happy tug or arousal. As he moves closer, Dave looks up, does a double-take, and then grins.
“Y’ all right, Reg?” he calls out.
“Not bad,” Reg greets. He feels both Eoin and Dave watching him, and very much enjoys giving Eoin something to look at as he leans in and kisses Dave.
Not to be outdone, Dave kisses back, open-mouthed and indecent, just the way Reg likes it. When they pull apart and Reg takes another sip of his drink before setting it aside, Eoin is smirking.
“So, are you two going to bone?”
“Hey, that’s my line!” Dave complains.
“It’s a fucking terrible line,” Reg tells them both. “Have you been waiting all week to use it?”
Dave makes himself busy looking elsewhere, and shrugs. “Maybe.”
“Christ,” Reg breathes, and then figures that, since Dave hasn’t got up, he might as well join him. He sits furthest from Eoin, and slips a hand around Dave’s waist, leaning in to murmur in his ear: “So, when do I get to enjoy you?”
A hand on his arm lets him know not to pull away. “We were just chatting.”
“He is very talented,” Eoin says, twirling his little pitchfork in his hand. “I am sure he can do two things at once.”
The light-seeming invitation is devilishly tempting.
“I can, yeah,” Dave agrees, turning to Reg. “You up for that?”
“Yeah,” Reg just about gets out. “Say if you want to go somewhere more private though.”
Dave nods. “Maybe in a minute,” he agrees as Reg leans to enjoy the warm scent of skin at Dave’s neck, breathing it in and tasting it.
“A polite caveman?” Eoin teases. “I didn’t think cavemen had manners. I would have thought that if they wanted to fuck, they would just fuck.”
The words far from help Reg keep a hold of his rapidly spiralling need to get even closer to Dave.
“You’re in character,” Dave chuckles, leaning his weight back against Reg as Reg explores the exposed skin of his chest.
“He’s never out of character,” Reg points out, his hand slipping between Dave’s thighs to discover that, yeah, Dave’s not bothered with underwear either.
“Rude,” Eoin counters, although his heart’s not in it. His attention is on where Reg’s hand has disappeared beneath the skirt of Dave’s costume, and Reg glances at him to see that he very much enjoys the little show Reg puts on as he strokes Dave’s stiffening cock.
Reg’s partner is Dave, though. He’s aware of everyone else around them, but they’re not important. He turns his attention back to Dave, lowering his voice: “What do you want?”
Rocking into Reg’s hand, Dave lets out a breath. He knows the question. They understand each other. Reg can feel the tension in Dave’s body, and knows that Dave is almost as turned on as Reg is right now, the anticipation that’s built over the last few days needing an outlet.
“You do me,” Dave tells him.
Reg nods, more than content with that. “Here?”
“Yeah.”
Reg tries to hold back a moan of appreciation, already starting to come undone. “I wanna go down on you first.”
“Yeah,” Dave breathes, shifting, and Reg hears Eoin give a chuckle.
“I will leave you two to it.”
Dave ignores Eoin and turns to face the back of the sofa, kneeling and spreading his thighs, but as Reg slips onto the floor he notices the bottle of lube Eoin leaves behind for them. It’ll come in handy in a minute.
In a minute, but not now. Now, all Reg wants is to lean in and kiss Dave, to taste him and lick at his hole. He feels the way Dave’s muscles flutter against his tongue, relaxing as he presses against them, and he lets it be as wet and messy as he loves it to be, his cock tenting his almost defunct loincloth. He wonders if anyone’s watching them, if anyone’s enjoying the show, and then stops caring about anything but fucking Dave. He can’t get enough of the tight hole he’s licking his way into, fucking shallowly with his tongue as Dave starts panting and making soft little moans.
“Fuck sakes, Reg,” Dave quickly mutters, frustration spilling over.
Reg could eat him out all night, happily, but he feels the impatience and answers it. Cock in hand, he uses lube to ease the way as he gets to his feet and fills Dave with something far more generous than his tongue. Dave grunts at the rough intrusion, and then moans in satisfaction, fluttering around Reg.
Taking a hold of the belt around Dave’s waist, Reg fucks him like that for a few strokes, and then leans in, curling over Dave and breathing hotly in his ear as he humps him. “Better?”
“Mm,” Dave moans, and then braces a hand against the back of the sofa so he can rock back against Reg’s thrusts. “We’re hardly any better than animals,” he gasps, softly enough for only Reg to hear.
“Hardly,” Reg agrees, kissing Dave messily when he turns towards him. He fucks Dave like that as they kiss, close and tight and needy, their skin growing damp with sweat and flushed with the sounds they’re making. Someone will be watching. Reg knows that. He doesn’t care. He needs this with Dave, and he’s going to fucking have it.
They break apart, and Reg leans back again, taking hold of the belt. He uses it as leverage, fucking Dave hard and building up to the perfect moment of release. He’s all the while aware of how badly he wants to spend the rest of the evening like this, and comes thinking about doing just that with Dave
Spent, he eases back and admires the slick, gorgeous mess of Dave’s well-fucked hole. His cock twitches even as it softens, and he lets out a mournful groan as Dave turns and denies him that sight. He’s offered something else, though, and Reg sinks to his knees with a shaky breath, leaning in to take Dave in his mouth. He’s barely had a chance to get going before Dave finishes, and Reg swallows it all down, licking him clean.
In the aftermath, Reg wants to go again.
He shifts back up onto the sofa, cuddling Dave as they both catch their breath. His body isn’t ready for another round, but when it is…
“Are we going to pretend to be civil,” Dave wonders out loud, “or are we going to fuck all night?”
“Being civil’s overrated,” Reg points out.
They lean in and share a kiss, Dave taking his time to taste himself on Reg’s tongue, neither of them in a hurry to move. They only pull apart when another couple flops down onto the sofa next to them, a glance telling them that Eoin and Johnny are well on their way to fucking.
Grinning, Reg leans in to mock whisper in Dave’s ear: “Think we should give them some space?”
“That would be the polite thing to do,” Dave smirks, both of them watching what Johnny’s hands are doing between Eoin’s thighs. “The civil thing.”
“Yeah,” Reg agrees.
They stay right where they are.
War is Helloween
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