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"I mean..."
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Fuck.
By the way Ollie’s sentence trails off, Oliver can only assume what they were insinuating; he has to control himself from pouncing on them and giving them anything and everything they wanted. As much as this revelation surprises him, he would be lying if he said he hadn’t had similar thoughts. It was difficult to not let his mind wander. They would look so much smaller in his arms…
“This is — quite the revelation.” Oliver musters the strength to say, his face momentarily becoming unreadable. His hands seem to have a mind of their own, snaking themselves around their waist and steadily pulling them closer until they were pressed against him. At this short distance, the mischievous glint in his eyes is much more obvious. “But there’s only so much minimal pleasure you can get from your fingers alone, darling.”
#play something for me? (ask memes)#mozart (answered asks)#vivaldi (rp thread)#ink being#my dearest#( suggestive. )
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Ollie's been hiding in the bathroom for the past half hour, trying to find the courage to explain their current situation to Yancy because they can't just stay in his bathroom until they look more human again.
"Yancy, darling... I have something to show you, but you need to promise not to freak out." They call to him from the bathroom.
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Yancy is outside the door now with his arms crossed, a worried look on his face. He knew Ollie wasn't a 'normal' human. They first met when they fell through his ceiling, his tattoos giving him the heads up. Their tongue was incredibly long, and they tasted like dessert. So for them to be worried like this... it had to be something major.
"I... I promise, sweetheart. Yer startin' to worry me. I'm here for you."
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Ollie had woken up this morning in a mood.
They're clingy, needy, and warm enough for Oliver to feel as they cling to him with a quiet whine. Everything's so warm and it's almost unbearable.
Oliver's both helping and making it worse — his presence is cooling but with the way they're practically buried in his chest, they can smell him and fuck, does he always smell so intoxicating? Everything about him serves to fuel pooling heat in their gut and they try to rub their thighs together to relieve some of it but it's not enough, they need him.
"Darling..." they whine softly, looking up at him pleadingly as their pupils dilate and their eyes glow softly.
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The first thing he feels is warmth. So much of it radiating off of Ollie’s body as they press impossibly close to his own with a whine that almost pulls a groan from him.
The way his arms wrap around their body in return will always be automatic, and one of Oliver’s hands moves to run through their hair when their face is hidden in his chest. They looked absolutely sinful like this, eyes glasses over with a kind of need he’s never seen from them before.
“Oh, poor thing…” He lightly coos, brushing away the strands of hair from their face and cupping their cheek at the feeble, desperate whine they let out. In light of allowing their boiling skin to cool down, his free hand slips underneath their shirt to press his cool palm against the skin of their back, roaming up to explore any inch he can reach.
“You need relief, don’t you? Why don’t you tell me what it is you want, and I’ll make you feel good, hm?”
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Oh dear...
Wilford, Wilford sweetheart, my sweet boy, my wonderful handsome man, my dear little guy.
I'm buying you groceries. Are you allergic to anything, darling?
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"Uh... I'm not a big fan of radish, or beets... wait a minute- I can't let you do that, Ollie. You've already given me so much... to let you do this would just be selfishness on my part."
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[calm down+reverse] with Dark!Ace
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r![ calm down ] receiver pets sender's hair and tries to soothe them after a scary situation
Can Ace tell when people are feeling upset? No absolutely not. The awareness he has of others' internal worlds is somewhere in the negatives.
However, he likes the way Ollie is clinging to him, with every limb(?). It feels like a big hug, and Ace loves hugs. He's not completely sure how he got to this point, lying flat on the ground with Olli on top of him, but he's not complaining.
He's been chattering for a while now, about everything and anything, including, but not limited to, the color of the carpet, a funny could he saw, Ollie's tentacles, and the taste of pineapple. Ollie doesn't seem very interested in what he has to say, but that's okay, because Ace talks mostly to the benefit of himself.
Ollie's not really... reacting, just quivering and making noises Ace can't really identify. He doesn't know how it makes him feel, but he wants Ollie to stop and be happier. How does he do that?
With a little uncertainty, Ace brings a hand up slowly and awkwardly pats Ollie's hair. Hm. Doesn't seem to do much. So he tries again, tries to mimic the movements that he knows make him feel better when he's not doing great.
"It's okay," he says, and he's not sure where the words are coming from. Long lost memories. "I'm here, it's alright." He keeps petting Ollie's hair, hoping it's helping them somewhat.
He doesn't mind staying on the ground for as long as Ollie needs. They are friends, after all, and friends help each other when in need.
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"Evening, Mistress." There's a smaller being at Merrick's door, with blackened fingers and veins, sharper teeth than natural and snake-oil eyes. A thin tail with a heart shape on the tethered end sways behind them, benignly as ever.
"Couldnae help ta note that ye wanted a pet." They grin and for a split second, Merrick may catch sight of a much-longer-than-normal tongue, dark in colour. The only bright thing about the being seems to be their eyes and their mind.
"Now, I know ye got options out the door, however, if ye'd be so gracious as ta considering me... I'd be awf'ly grateful, madam. All I ask fer is protection. In exchange ye can have whatever ye desire materially."
@ink-being (demon!ollie)
Merrick takes in the demon's appearance with a curious glance. It had been some time since she's seen someone of their kind around. Yes, she kept an all-powerful demon locked away inside of a spell box, but that didn't mean she would automatically turn one away. Demons, much like people, have their own agendas and desires.
"Hmmm..." They already get points for the title as the corner of her mouth lifts ever so slightly. "I do not have much need for material things, but... I am curious what it is you need protection from."
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I have a bendy AU, different from my usual one, that goes by the name of Ink Well Nightmares, where the world was over taken by the ink, essentially to keep things simple, and a lot of the corrupted toons and other ink beings turned into giants. The world is pretty much made for giants due to this. Thus toons are incredibly tiny compared to most of the creatures and have to whatever they can to survive. Toons typically tend to be children, though there are some that had grown into adults. At any rate, these are sketches of the Citizens of the Stained City. They love their shows and bacon soup.
#Bendy#bendy and the ink machine#batim#bendy au#bendy art#is this considered an oc?#cartoon bendy#television#t.v.#tv#toon bendy#Monster#Ink being#Ink monster
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Gladys the Gold Ink Darling ✨
Oh yeah here's another ink being I couldn't help but make, this lady is based on gold/yellow ink!
Gladys is the kind of person to say sweet and reassuring things to lull you in a false sense of security, then stab you in the back and torment you just because. she also has a fascination for the grotesque side of nature.
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starstuff
#fox#watercolor#illustration#artists on tumblr#stars#playing with some new gold inks i bought#sorry for being mia for a month I got covid then burnt out a bit#also osrs leagues were happening.....
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My favorite sex position is when you love them and they love you back.
#desiblr#desi tumblr#being desi#txt post#desi academia#dark romanticism#dark academia#writers on tumblr#light academia#dark fantasy#dark romance#spilled ink#spilled words#love quotes#intimacy#ao3 writer#romance#romantic academia#poetry#manincaffeine
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3 years post op anniversary
#comics#pen and ink#autobio comics#ive been doing really really badly all summer and fall so havent shared much art#was thinking of doing a video showing some of my sketchbook but i dont have editing software anymore ;-;#anyways hope to share more stuff soon i miss being on here#top surgery
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Well, this wasn’t part of the plan.
Oliver had a whole little speech prepared for them, then the flower from the garden he’s been working on would be given to them if they accepted. What he hadn’t been expecting was for Ollie to ask first, leaving him taken aback and twirling the rose in his hands, dumbfounded. Even so, he’s grinning sheepishly, looking down at them like they’re something beautiful and precious.
“You never have to ask, my dove.” He finally responds, holding out the rose for them to take and taking their hand with in own. Bringing it up to kiss their knuckles, his eyes could turn into hearts from how he’s practically swooning.
“Will you let me try and make you dinner?”
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There is a person, no taller than 4'11, in Hank's home. There are tentacles growing from their back that aimlessly move along the wall, leaving a faint trail. They don't seem to be looking at anything in particular, a distant look in their eyes as they hum quietly.
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Hank had the day off and decided to pick up some groceries from town. There is nothing else planned for the day, other than maybe working on his car.
Even that goes out the window when he enters the front door and sees someone in his house. And then he sees the tentacles.
"The fuck-" He drops the bag, and something glass shatters inside of it. Instinctively, he goes for his gun but realizes he's currently unarmed. Shit. "What... who the hell are you?"
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This was not supposed to be happening, or even possible.
Oliver hadn’t expected to wake up this morning and find his surroundings to be ten times as large as before he had gone to bed last night, but when he had rolled out of bed and felt as if he had fallen off of a cliff, he knew something was wrong.
He’s small. Tiny. About the size of a soda can upon inspection. Crawling onto the kitchen counter had been a hassle, but he needed to be on a solid surface to not have the fear of falling off. He tries calling out for Ollie, but his voice is far from being as loud as before, so he settles for making as much noise as possible.
Oliver shoves and pushes with all the minimal strength he finds himself to have towards shoving a pan off the stove, huffing in frustration and relief once it falls onto the floor with a loud clang.
Now all he can do is sit and wait.
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Have the money and note moved to be in his pocket? Yes. Yes they have. There's also a second note, the paper stained by a kiss from someone wearing red lipstick.
'My dearest beloved, darling, sweetheart, my wonderful boy, I just want you to know that I adore you and that I'd like to cook for you again tonight, if that's alright.
Sincerely, Ollie.'
@ink-being (the money teleported, okay?)
Okay, NOW he feels it.
Reaching into his pocket, he's shocked by the sheer amount of cash he finds. He's this close to fainting, before he realizes the he has to read the note.
Ollie... of course it was Ollie...
Wilford drops onto his knees, and looks at the ceiling, tears already starting to form in his eyes. "Ollie... I can't take this. I can't take this. I just can't... Please... Please, take this back. Please."
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[cleaning] for Dark!Ace?
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[ cleaning ] your muse licks my muse after giving them a creampie
After sex is one of the few times where Ace can calm the fuck down and just breathe. No chattering, minimal smiling, no fidgeting. Just him and his partner, existing. And usually, people are very happy about that. He's a bit of a nuisance, after all.
So he's a little confused when Ollie pulls out of him, making him shudder, and doesn't lie back down next to him. Ace makes a little confused noise, looking back over his shoulder with a small smile and a notch of tension in his brow.
"...Ollie?"
His friend doesn't say anything. Not because they can't or won't speak to him, nor because they didn't hear him. No, they don't speak because they immediately lean down to push one of their tongues into him.
Ace gasps, arches his back until his spine protests, feels hands grabbing his hips to hold him still. "O-Ollie!" He whines, grasping at the sheets and moaning. He's never had this before.
Ollie's tongue is long, longer than what should be possible, and Ace almost sobs at the feeling. It shouldn't even be possible for him to get overstimulated, but here he is. He can't get hard that quickly again, but he's moaning, and pleasure is running up and down his spine. He's not complaining.
When one tongue becomes two, Ace makes a broken noise and just relaxes, almost collapses in the nest, letting Ollie do whatever they want to him.
He's gonna kiss the life out of Ollie when they're done.
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