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#ONLY THEN. I AM HUMAN. ONLY THEN. I AM CLEAN.
xamaxenta · 2 days
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woke up this morning thinking about MAS in playboy bunny suits . the context isnt important maybe theyre doing some kind of slutty pirate cafe but cant stop thinking about how insufferable MAS would be they would NOT be able to keep their hands off each other . marco trying to do his Job as a server but ace and sabo keep walking past to grab a handful of marcos dumptruck ass in that outfit eventualy he just gets fed up and decides two (three) can play at that game and casually bumps into ace like oh scuse me sparky i need to grab some new glasses for this table <bends over and grinds against aces dick> (these outfits are like latex or some shit and so tight these poor boys could not get a full boner if they wanted to but it does not stop them from trying) ace short circuits for a second looking down at marcos little waist and fat ass squishing against his hips while hes bent over and the only reason ace doesnt grab him around the waist and rut on him like that is because all the blood has left his brain
sabo meanwhile. oh sabo. marco and ace are nearly Spilling out of their tiny outfits but sabo fits his like a glove he looks like he walked off a playboy magazine with his lithe little waist and swaying hips and coy little smile. he is SO in his element schmoozing and flirting (and subtly interrogating because the dude litwrally never stops working) and he looks DAMN good doing it!! however he is still a littke shithead and likes causing chaos so he sits on the laps of these rich randos giggling and caressing their faces or letting them slide a hand up his back to feel around his waist, he loves teasing and fucking with these guys who will get absolutely none of this cake. it is instead all part of his master plan to get ace and marco cranky and jealous and horny about it so he can get his world absolutely rocked later tonight
marcoace are flirting and frotting and grinding on each other all night with varying degrees of subtlety but sabo plays hard to get and doesnt let them get near him until the shift is over and they MANHANDLE sabo onto the nearest surface and rip the bottom tiny scrap of the suit clean off (basically just a thong. how are they gettting away with it) and sabo is bent over the table, thrown against the wall, marco holds him up under the thighs so ace can plow him sandwiched between them, the man is fucked within an inch of his life, all according to keikaku . the outfits stay ON
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Anon please i can only feel so much arousal in one go im only human help
I am withered… but so well fed…
Thank you what the fuck this came out of nowhere i appreciate it
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vani-ash · 1 day
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Kim had been on the run when he first met Porchay. A hunter. Kim had escaped captivity and was now hiding. He'd barely managed his escape. He'd been abducted during one of his feedings, the human he had drank from had had something injected in them, and when Kim had drank, it had burned. Then he was knocked on concious and kept locked up for weeks? Months? Years? He couldn't tell it had passed in a hazy blur.
But he had escaped that was what had mattered. But he was weak. Had been starved, surving on just enough to keep him alive and nothing else.
And now he was laying in a filthy alleyway. He had no idea where he was. No where he knew of. He had run through a forest that had felt like it stretched for forever before finding the edges of a town. But the town was quiet. It was early hours of the morning. Everyone locked up safe asleep in their houses. Kim was not in any state to be breaking in and fighting right now.
It was cold. Kim knew he couldn't fall asleep here. The sun was only a few hours from rising, and if he slept here, he'd never wake up. Well, he would, but it'd be for an excruciating death. And then he'd never wake up.
But it hurt. Everything hurt. He'd been chained up with silver cuffs, which had left angry marks all across his wrists and ankles. Had been constantly injected with holy water to keep him weak and stop him from healing. He'd hadn't had any blood in the last week. He was bleeding himself from his side, been shot by an arrow which hadn't stuck, but it had left a gaping wound, which all Kim could do was press his hand against.
He tried to stand. His legs wouldn't work. This was it. He'd managed to escape but for what? He was still going to die.
Kim looked at the moon and then closed his eyes. Well, at least he'd get to see one last sun rise. It had been years.
"-Okay?"
Kim was being lifted up. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched him that wasn't to cut him open.
"Hang on. It's just a little longer."
He was being placed on something soft.
Opening his eyes just barely, he saw someone leaning over him. A neck just centimetres away. Using the last of his strength, Kim pushed himself up and bit.
--/--/--
When Kim next woke, he was covered with a blanket. In a dimly lit room. He sat up. He felt, well still not great but better. His side didn't hurt even a little. Strange. Pulling his shirt up, (That was definitely not his shirt) his side was completely healed. He was also clean. No blood or scratches or torn clothing anywhere on him.
Kim stood up easily. No head spins, no muscles screaming in pain. Nothing.
Leaving the dark room, Kim found himself in a hallway. He was at the end, so the only place to go was forward. He could hear light clattering of things being knocked together. Someone was here with him. Lightly walking forward, Kim prepared himself.
Whoever it was wasn't exactly an enemy. They had put him in a soft bed. Made sure no sunlight could get in, cleaned him, and got him clothes. And judging by how he was feeling had gotten him blood. But all of that didn't mean Kim was suddenly going to just instantly let his guard down. This could still be a trap.
Turning the corner, Kim saw a living room/kitchen area. There was a couch in the centre with a bookshelf lining the wall next to it.
On the other side was a small dining table, and then behind that was a kitchen, small, tiny even. There is barely enough space to fit two people in. But there was someone in it right now. Their back turned to Kim. They were humming.
Kim stood there and watched. If they were a threat, they weren't a very good one. They hadn't even noticed him.
The humming was pleasant.
Kin didn't count how long he stood there. Just watching, listening. A few seconds or minutes? An hour?
Eventually, the person turned around.
"Oh!" They jumped. It was a boy. Young. No more than 17 Kim would guess,"You're awake. You slept the whole day yesterday and all today!" The boy smiled, and Kim narrowed his eyes.
"Where am I?"
The boy turned back to whatever he was cooking.
"My house."
"Why?"
"I found you bleeding out, I couldn't just let you die, so I brought you back here." The boy turned around and smiled again, now with a bowl in his hand filled with rice.
"Why not? You don't know me."
The boy walked to the dinner table and sat down.
"Do I need to know someone in order to help them?"
"Who are you?" Kim did not like the answers he was being given. While they were technically answers to his questions, they were still vague, which put Kim on edge.
"My name is Porchay!" The boy exclaimed,"But you can call me Chay. Who are you?"
"…Kim."
Porchay smiled,"Kim."
"Do you know what I am?"
"Yes."
Chay was very relaxed. Far too relaxed for someone who knew what Kim was.
"Did you give me your blood?"
Chay laughed,"I wouldn't exactly say I gave it to you. You bit me while I was trying to check you for more wounds." He pouted.
Kim definitely did not think it was cute.
"You should say sorry for that, by the way. There I was just trying to make sure you weren't dying and you bite me!"
"I was dying." Kim deadpans.
"Yeah, well, I would've figured that out and offered my blood if you'd waited like 20 seconds."
"How come you're not dead?" If Kim had been starved and on the verge of death being so close to fresh blood, having it be placed right in front of him? He knew he did not have the willpower to stop himself from killing someone. He doubted any vampire would.
"I don't know. You tell me. You bit me and immediately passed out. Did I taste that bad? I had to cut my wrist myself and make you drink while you slept."
"I bit you uninvited, and you still gave me blood?"
"Well, I didn't carry you all the way home to just let you die here." Chay laughed.
Kim felt something stir inside him at the sound of Chays laugh.
"Are you still hungry? I don't know how much you need to drink, so I only gave you a little of mine."
Kim was, but the last time he'd been drugged.
"No."
"Okay,"Chay was still smiling like this was a normal everyday conversation,"Tell me when you need more."
What was happening. Kim was lost.
He'd escaped captivity. He'd been dying. Ready to watch the sun for the first time in however many years.
He'd woken up in someone's house. Someone who had fed him. Cleaned him. And was now offering to feed him again if he asked for it.
"I'm leaving." Kim made a move for the door. Chay stood up, his smile fading.
"You can't! You're still healing! And there will be people looking for you."
Kim pushed Porchay against the wall by his throat,"What do you know?" He demanded.
"I just want to help you."
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lesmiserablol · 1 year
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there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin there is no sweeter innocen
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ayyyy ok here's some extra Laughingstock Sillies from the past week or so. it aint much but its honest work
(human!Barnaby's design is partycoffin's - from their pokemon au! he's beautiful....)
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tapakah0 · 5 months
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I HAVE NO IDEA IF I'M FITTING FOR THIS I HAVE 0 PROFESSIONAL EXPERIENCE, DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO WORK WITH SOMEONE WITHOUT EXPERIENCE?? I MEAN I AM READY TO DO SOMETHING IF I CAN DO IT BUT I HIGHLY DOUBT THAT I REALLY CAN DO SOMETHING FOR IT I HAVE TIME, ENOUGH TIME, I DON'T NEED MONEY, BUT I'M JUST SCARED THAT IT MIGHT BE DIFFICULT DUE TO THE FACT THAT I HAVE NO EXPERIENCE AND LACK IN A LOT OF THINGS I AM AN ENJOYER OF THIS SERIES, NOT A CREATOR, I AM EXITED TO SEE THINGS FOR IT, I DON'T KNOW IF IT IS GOOD OF ME TO GET INSIDE OF IT LIKE THIS
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mulderscully · 8 months
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spuffy is the only ship that deserves take me to church on their playlist actually
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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I can't bring myself to think of anything except a submissive dbf Bucky on his knees, shirtless and just short of begging to be allowed to touch you. (Probably inspired by this tiktok that I've watched SO many times)
Even his very first kiss is frantic. He usually starts off gentle; almost tentative but within minutes he's holding the back of your head, keeping you close and it's such an indulgent kiss, it makes your head swim.
"Fuck." His mouth latches onto your neck, groaning quietly when he realises you already have the first couple of buttons of his shirt undone. He's already lost any desire he might have had to take this slowly.
You pull him back up to kiss your lips with a hand gently cradling the back of his neck. He doesn't voice any objections, following your lead and letting his warm lips slide over yours until your tongue teases his.
He's practically melting already and it's so rewarding to watch how easily he crumbles. Your lips don't part from his while he shrugs his shirt off and as soon as his neck is free of the collar, your hand replaces it.
His eyes open when you start to apply pressure to the outside of his throat, careful to avoid pressing on any of the more delicate structures. "Harder." He needs this. You have no problem indulging him.
"You're so good for me." He's flushed already but you swear the praise makes his cheeks blaze even hotter. His lips are pink and slick and he's long since forgotten his need to kiss you. Up until you use your grip on his neck to direct him to kneel on the carpet.
You let go of his throat, the release of pressure gives him a head rush and it's written all over his face. He's looking up at you expectantly, desperate to know what's coming next. Are you going to tease him about being so submissive? Slap his face a little? Spit in his mouth maybe? A little part of him isn't sure what he'd prefer more.
You do none of the above though. Instead, you perch on the edge of the bed while you play with his hair, letting the seconds tick past, not saying a word.
He almost feels deprived of touch, going from so much to so little in a short space of time. Your knees are pressed tightly together but he kisses up one of your bare legs regardless, worshipping every inch of skin he can press his mouth to.
"Spread your legs." It's only a quiet murmur but his tone is off. He's not in a position to be making any demands.
"Who do you think you're talking to?" It's almost funny that he thinks he'll get what he wants by addressing you like that.
"Spread your legs please." The emphasis seems genuine. He engaged his mouth before he engaged his brain. It happens and you forgive him, parting your thighs and letting him shift the skirt of your dress out of the way.
You hadn't bothered to wear underwear. It only gets in the way and Bucky seemed appreciative that he didn't have to waste any time taking it off you.
"You're so wet already." This wasn't news to you. Even just the thought of him on his knees for you is enough to get you worked up, never mind the reality.
One of your hands instinctively settles on the back of his head and you feel him start to glide his tongue over your slick sex. He kisses your body like he did your lips earlier. The pressure and intensity feels indulgent, long strokes of his tongue that allow him to taste you the way he's been dreaming of.
The slick sounds are obscene. His quiet moans are filthy. He sinks two thick fingers into your body, curling them while his tongue laps at your clit and you can't help the way your legs shake.
The pointed tip of your shoe presses gently to the front of his trousers and he gratefully grinds against the sole. His pleasure can't and won't be forgotten, although it seems like that wasn't a concern of his anyway.
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kinos-fortress-2 · 2 months
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miss pauling WOULD NOT SMELL FINE.
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jrueships · 3 days
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Never saw how sexy lou dort was until you drew him like that. Now I want him pregnant. I blame you.
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iT AiNT MUCH BUT IT'S AN ONEST WORK, ANON 🫡‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
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soryualeksi · 3 months
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The first German media is carefully starting to report on our Foreign Minister "warning against" the absolute bloodbath "humanitarian challenge" of an all-out Israeli attack on the refugees in Rafah.
And I found myself baring my teeth against the radio like a weirdo because I can't contain my disgust and fury.
You.
Were all cheering this on UNTIL NOW.
You.
Were persecuting anyone who raised the alarm about the ON-GOING humanitarian catastrophe as an "antisemitic terrorism supporter". People lost JOBS. People lost social standing. PEOPLE WERE SUED.
Everyone with a human heart WAS SCREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR FOUR MONTHS but you were too fucking racist and arrogant to listen, because "who can trust these Muslims and anyone who lets themselves by MANIPULATED by them amirite".
And NOW that 30 THOUSAND bodies are counted and MANY will follow, NOW that EXACTLY WHAT PEOPLE SAID WOULD HAPPEN IN RAFAH IS HAPPENING.
Now you're getting scared because those people who kept screaming about human rights might ACTUALLY have been onto something, and you're seeing yourself unable to wiggle out of the fact that YOU TOO cheered on this ethnic cleansing, you see yourself in some DEEP SHIT of I don't fucking care "public opinion" or something, because CERTAIN AS HELL IT'S NOT SUDDENLY GROWING A CONSCIENCE.
And now you try to fucking quickly get up some "plausible deniability" defence, so that you might be protected from the full brunt of "The world is watching the targeted massacre of refugees on livestream and YOU personally told the perpetrators that it's fine, go ahead, no red lines, do as you wish because PER DEFINITION your ends are pure of heart and justify ANY means physically possible" UNTIL THIS FUCKING MOMENT WHEN IT BECAME TOO OBVIOUS TO FURTHER DENY REALITY.
I fucking hate everyone.
I hope their stories haunt you to the end of your days, awake and asleep.
Germany is complicit and was ENTHUSIASTICALLY so until THIS moment, where now everyone is trying to wiggle out.
"We just didn't KNOW! UwU"
FUCK THIS ENTIRE FUCKING NAZI COUNTRY
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boygirltreehouse · 7 months
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I hate you sanitized batfamily. I hate you clean cut dynamics and quickly resolved conflict through honest and open communication. I hate you erasure of tragedy and complexity and toxicity.
insane ramblings below ⬇️⬇️
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take me to church is overplayed and I skip it 98% of the time I listen to hozier self titled but sometimes it just hits me like woah it deserves to be overplayed this shit fucking ROCKS
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the-kipsabian · 1 year
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done with the second worst part of cleaning, i have vacuumed
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de-adend-archived · 1 month
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de-adend -> de-adend-archived o7 so long!
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besthimbomachine · 10 months
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sharing one single sentence
His eyes meet yours and without breaking eye contact Kenny kneels, legs meeting the cold hard ground as his whole body drops before you.
it's take me to fucking church time girlies
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mulderscully · 1 year
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take me to church is such a spuffy anthem actually how did i never notice this
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