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lightbluuestars · 3 months

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eclipseshotel · 1 month

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Me busting into Elder Predator’s chambers to chew his ass out after he ignored my gauntlet call six times in a row (he was taking a much needed old man nap)

#big guy was knocked out #being an ancient yautja is exhausting #and then dealing with my bitch ass…#oh he’s gonna bite a good chunk of my ass off when he wakes up #pardon my behavior I’ve just been very dickprived as of late #it makes me say and do things I shouldn’t #also yes I spied on him and memorized the key code to break into his chambers #he knows this already unfortunately I leave my scent behind when I snoop around his quarters #I also shed so he’s always finding strands of my hair #and I leave very small gifts around for him in places I assume he won’t notice right off the bat #but his finely tuned observations detect traces of my phantom presence #he’s contemplating setting up a trap to catch me redhanded #yes I must answer for not respecting his personal space #especially to discipline me for my poor cloaking execution #now he can’t bring any Yautja women around cuz they’ll smell me there #but let’s be real he hasn’t done that in a long time #yautja #avp elder #elder predator

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iliektehhaxs · 9 months

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Under Cover of Night

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira/Reader (AFAB) Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors DNI Word Count: 1k words Summary: A midnight rendezvouz leaves Carlos with more than he bargained for. Warnings: 18+ content, dom! reader and sub! carlos, blowjobs. Author's note: This man gives me such enormous brainrot that I cranked this out in the span of an hour. Unbeta'd and unashamed, enjoy.

Red-faced, flushed a pretty pink as he looks up at you. As large as Carlos is you tower over him, a dominance not shown by size, but by the power you hold over him. Your words sweetened, a promise spoken of pleasure beyond his dreams.

“Just a bit longer baby,” you coo, the sound melodic. “Hold out for me and I’ll let you cum as much as you want.”

The softest touch drives him mad, makes his hips buck wildly as your fingers move so slowly around his cock. It’s evil, how you stoke the lust infesting his senses only to take it away, again and again.

The first time he grew frustrated. Head falling into the soft cushions, a shudder traveling down his spine, barely holding onto his threadbare sanity with a sly smile.

“Gonna have to do a lot better if you want me to submit, sweetheart.”

You smiled at him, a warning, like a shark baring their teeth before their next victim. “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

He should’ve listened, because the second time was slower, more built-up, and even more drawn out than the first. His chest heaved, struggling to breathe under the weight of his own need. Only when your hand ceased its movement did he realize that he’d rather stop breathing than have the pleasure end.

A gasp, a deep inhale, and then: “Please—fuck—why’d you—“

You made sure to kiss him right on his chest, right over his heart. He wonders if you can hear it, hear how the muscle pounds away like a drum, before you look up at him between your pretty little lashes.

“I thought I told you already, I’m not stopping anytime soon.”

A hand reaches down his abs, stopping to trace the prominent v-shape that makes his cock leak just that bit more. A choked noise escapes him when your hand suddenly surges lower, squeezing the base of his length with no warning.

You planned this, he thinks to himself. The grin widening across your face is telling.

The third time he can barely remember, far too gone to pay attention to anything that wasn’t you and your lips against his cock. Soft, plush lips moving faster and faster, the wet noises accompanied by moans, no, pleas of your name.

“Fuck me—I can’t take this,” he groans, hands tight against the fabric of the sofa. “I need to cum, for the love of god—“

He nearly cries when you leave him wanting once again, hips pathetically moving upwards in search of any friction, only to find none. “Jesusfuckingchrist—“

Spit lines your smirk, devilish in its design. You move back to his aching dick and for a moment he has hope that this torture will end, that he can finally be released from the net that is your ministrations.

That hope is extinguished when you blow on the head of his cock, watching intently as he twitches at the slightest breeze.

Overworked, over sensitive, and still so fucking desperate. He lets out a pathetic gasp, voice hoarse from overuse. “You’re cruel.”

There’s a twinkle in your eye, almost as if you were proud of the fact. “You asked for this Carlos.”

He did, he remembers, over a bottle of tequila that same night. Lips loosened by alcohol, he told you a secret in confidence; that he hadn’t been dominated before.

“Really?” You had asked him, shocked. Another shake of his head before downing another shot, the burn radiating through his chest.

A beat, and then. “Would you want to?”

He raises his eyebrow. “Want to what?”

“Be dominated.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the gleam in your eye when you asked, but something compelled him to nod slowly, taking in how good you looked under the light of his small apartment.

You had crawled between his legs, the small couch barely enough to fit the both of you. “I asked you a question Carlos, so I need an answer.”

You traced his bottom lip with your thumb, straddling him so perfectly. The look you gave him, one of pure seduction, is an image that will be etched into his mind forever.

“Yes ma’am.”

He’s ripped from his thoughts, a stuttering cry ripping itself from his throat. Your lips are back on him, accompanied by a hand fondling his balls.

He’s so pent-up, the moans echoing off the walls nearly unrecognizable, a mess of half-finished sentences.

“Please let me cum,” he exhales quickly, and this time tears really do leave his eyes, rolling down his face. “I need it, fucking christ—“

He wants to be gentle with you, to spare you the aching jaw you’re sure to wake up with in the morning, but right now his body doesn’t care about what he wants. No, it’s instinctual, primal, and when his hands find themselves in your hair he gives no thought to anything except what he needs, and what he needs right now is to cum.

The minute stutter of his hips is the only warning you’re given before he thrusts into your mouth with reckless abandon, the filthy sound of him fucking your throat ringing in your ears. You gag, hold onto his thighs for dear life and make no effort to stop him, nose buried against his pelvis.

Carlos is lost in a sea of desire, babbling frantically as he uses you for his own needs.

“I’m sorry, I can’t—fucking hell—“ he cries, his grip on your hair getting tighter. “I need to cum, need to fucking cum—god you feel so fucking good…!”

It doesn’t take long for him to finish, but it takes him a minute before he stops. Your mouth is filled with his salty release, so much so that it leaks from the corners of your mouth, a mess of spit and cum. He doesn’t stop moving after he’s finished, as if his brain hasn’t caught up with his body yet. Even as his thighs shake his fingers don’t leave your hair, lazily moving against your mouth until his body can’t anymore, falling limp against the soft fabric.

His cock leaves your wanting mouth with a pop as you assess your current situation. Carlos is still muttering your praises under his breath, a slight shudder racking his body, while your own underwear is slick with your own arousal.

You’re definitely going to lose your voice in the morning, but making Carlos lose his sanity under you more than makes up for it.

#carlos oliveira #carlos oliveira x reader #carlos oliveira smut #resident evil #resident evil smut #I wanna bite a chunk out of him and chew slowly he makes me feel very not normal #robo writes

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racmune · 11 months

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@tf2shipswag

propaganda for the sniper/spy/sniper versus scout/fried chicken lady/pauling war!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THEYRE A CRACK SHIP TO *YOU*. TO ME THEYRE SO MUCH MORE. ALLOW ME TO INDULGE MYSELF. THIS IS HEADCANON HEAVY BC THE FRIED CHICKEN LADY LITERALLY ONLY SAID ONE THING IN THE ENTIREITY OF CANON BUT WHO GIVES A RATS ASS!

theyre such a qpr no one even understands. beyond scout n the fried chicken lady's initial sexual encounter i like to imagine theyve become good friends. perhaps she was from boston as well and her and scout bonded over that, along with a shared sense of humor and laid back attitude. they hang out together and watch tv, get pizza and make out, talk about their childhoods etc. I JUST THINK ITD BE FUN OK.

her and miss pauling have their meetcute at a barbeque during the fourth of july. the fried chicken lady was invited to come along by scout and is just chilling and grabbing some extra meatballs for her plate. miss pauling initially notices her for being a pretty woman but as they talk and the night goes on they bond from both believing in keeping things practical. shes also a lot less uptight than miss pauling however, which leads to a lot of playful teasing (from scout too LOL)

i think scout and the fried chicken lady enable a lot of each other's worse habits and so miss pauling has to deal with two different messy bitches LMAO. also another headcanon i have for their dynamic as an entire unit is that miss pauling will be up late doing paperwork in her home office and they'll be sleeping on her bed, and when she's finally done she goes in and snuggles with them.

im just gonna leave out my thoughts about scout n miss paulings dynamic for the time being cause if i did id be here forever but i did already make a post on my headcanons which you can find here.

ANYWAY THEYRE SO FWB CODED. THEYRE SO QPR CODED. IM SO DELULU COCO BANANAS CODED. IM SO EXTRAPOLATING A CHARACTER FROM A 4 SECOND CUTAWAY GAG CODED. K THANKS FOR READING BYE.

oh also miss pauling and the fried chicken lady's ship name is "lady and the tramp" i dont make the rules

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thychesters · 9 months

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Usopp tracks him down after dinner, as if there’s really any place to escape on a ship the size of the Going Merry, though the storage room was always a viable option up until Sanji caught Zoro napping on crates and told him to get out, bitching about how he had to check on their provisions.

Now one of his preferred spots is toward the stern, where he can rest by the mikan trees, enveloped by the warmth and scent of citrus and loamy earth on the open sea. Usopp comes to sit beside him, his nearly full sketch pad in hand and assorted charcoals in the other. It isn’t something he shares often, and Zoro finds it an extension of trust when he lets him peer over his shoulder as he sketches, or perhaps turns it just enough to blatantly put it in his line of vision.

He flips through outlines of Chopper’s hooves and sketches of three boys who thought he hung the moon to land on a half-finished profile of Luffy. He drums his fingers on the edge of the pad, poking through charcoals that all look the same to Zoro, and he tears his gaze away to stare at one of the bullet scars on his forearm. His back still burns from where Luffy had decided to lounge across it in the middle of a push up, which had been easier to ignore until his wandering hands had veered away from casual and annoying.

He can still feel Luffy's fingers pressing into his ribs or the arm winding around him to drag a hand across his stomach before he'd bitten his ear, just to laugh when Zoro shoved him away.

“Are we gonna talk about it?” Usopp asks, head bent. He has his bandana tied up higher to keep his hair out of his face, eyes fixed on the page before him. He also calls this the golden hour, says it’s great for drawing, but Zoro doesn’t really see how since it’s such a short window and it’ll be dark soon.

“No,” he says.

Usopp makes a soft ah sound but doesn’t push it beyond that. A few sketchy lines later and he has the outline of the Going Merry’s figurehead.

It’s comforting then, because he genuinely does not want to talk about it, perfectly content with burying it away in a hollow in his chest until he draws his last breath. A bit melodramatic, yes, but his … longing (he doesn’t like that word, because it isn’t what it is, but it is too) for his captain will remain only that: something kept to himself. He will not cross that line.

“I don’t think it’s the worst thing ever,” he says, because woe for Zoro to think he wouldn’t actually bring it up. Luffy wasn’t exactly subtle and apparently Zoro didn’t school his expression as much as he thought he did. His projected annoyance clearly wasn’t strong enough, even though annoyance had been a big part of it. Usopp’s too aware and Chopper was too blissfully ignorant and entertained by their antics.

“Right,” he mutters, because it’s actually a terrible idea. He’s not as stupid as Nami and Sanji like to say he is.

Usopp smudges some charcoal with the side of his thumb. “When I first joined up I got the impression there were more to things than you guys let on. You didn’t say anything outright, and maybe it was just me putting too much stock into your dedication, so, y’know, I didn’t want to say anything. I’ve seen the way the looks at you though.”

“He doesn’t look at me like that,” Zoro says, voice sounding perfectly level, he thinks. He doesn’t want to talk about this anymore, but then he’d never wanted to talk about it in the first place.

Usopp finally turns to look at him, stares right into him in a way that makes him want to growl, bite back that maybe he should mind his own fucking business, that he knows he’s a liar but he should know when to cut the crap. He swallows and turns away.

“If you say so.”

This time Zoro does growl, or at least mutters something indelicate because he kind of wants to tell him to fuck off, but that’s a little too harsh and will like draw unwanted attention.

“I was there, remember?” he says after another minute spent fidgeting with charcoal that oscillates between shading and smudging. His voice is quieter though, like he’s afraid Zoro’s going to overhear, as if he isn’t talking to him right now. “I heard the oath you made to him, Zoro. At this point I think you and I both know there’s a lot more weight to it now than there was before.”

“It’s not happening,” he returns with a tone of finality, because it isn’t, and Usopp better drop it.

He turns back and Zoro’s mildly surprised when he doesn’t flinch back and shrink in on himself when he glowers at him. He does wince, just a little bit, but he meets his gaze head on and looks like he wants to say something else. The sketchpad teeters on his knee, and he starts before it hits the deck.

Zoro hunches his shoulders and forces himself back to his feet.

“I’m not dealing with this,” he mutters, reaching for his swords. It was better when it was just something he himself had to address. It was never meant to be shared.

“Clearly,” Usopp mumbles under his breath. “Zoro, wait. Don’t be stupid about it—easy, that’s not what I meant,” he’s quick to interject, holding his hands up. “I just mean … be realistic about it for a second? Luffy trusts you more than the rest of us combined. You’re his go-to for everything, and I don’t think that’s just because you’re his first mate in everything but title. He looks at you in ways I can’t describe, like—”

“Usopp.”

“What are you afraid of, that it’ll change the dynamics between the crew? How?”

“I’m not afraid, Usopp.”

“That’s not what I said. Do you think it’ll change the dynamics of the crew?”

He grinds his teeth, hard enough a grating noise screams in his ears. “Enough.”

“Fine, look at it this way: we’re not part of this crew for a few weeks, right? We’re in this crew for the rest of our lives,” he falters for a moment, and he sounds almost wistful and Zoro so badly wants him to shut up when he says, "Would you rather live your life full of regret for something you had the opportunity to act but never did?”

“Usopp, stop,” he says, gritting his teeth. His fingers flex around the hilt of Wadō as he loops his swords back into his belt, but Usopp’s paying that no mind and watching him with a furrowed brow. Settling back against the deck his hands still, the Merry’s sketched eye and his own watching him too closely. A bead of sweat trickles down his brow and he swipes it away with the back of his forearm before he blinks and looks away, chin ducked in his chest as the sea swells and calms against the ship.

Zoro will pull, and will twist, and will pry and will split himself apart to protect his crew. There are a great many things Zoro would promise Luffy without any hesitation, any number of vows he would make in a single breath. But this cannot, and will not, be one of them.

No, no this is never something meant to be shared. This, this affection Zoro harbors for Luffy, the one that has morphed in a steadily growing resentment toward himself, is his and his alone.

Zoro is not one to ask for things he cannot have, and this—this is his burden to bear.

“Okay,” Usopp says after a minute, sketchpad long forgotten and charcoal staining his fingertips and palm of his hand. Zoro draws in a breath and it bubbles up into a burst of pain between his eyes. He can hear him swallow, eyes darting away in fear of further reprimand. “Sorry.”

His footfalls are heavier, weight dragging into the ache that nestles between his shoulders, but Usopp says nothing more and Zoro says nothing less. The stairs creak in an amalgamation of wood and metal, and as he descends to the lower deck the sunlight catches on the waves, leaving him squinting and raising a hand against against the blinding light.

He pauses at the bottom, looking out over the expanse of the ship and the rolling sea spread before them in every direction, full of the promises of their dreams and freedom, and spots a familiar figure in his seat atop the masthead. As if he senses him, he sits up a little straighter, hand against the brim of his hat as the breeze kicks up, smelling of salt and the last remnants of dinner.

Luffy turns him and beams, and it’s a sick, twisted pleasure to burn, isn't it, as he meets his gaze.

a missing chunk from ode to an ocean. !

#zolu #usopp #roronoa zoro #one piece #kate writes #idk i needed something new to post and this has just been sitting there!#for context: this was part of a larger scene that got cut from the last pining zoro fic because most of it didn't match the rest of the ton #zoro was working out while chopper and usopp were hanging out while luffy decided to lay on him mid-push up #and get handsy and bite him while zoro was having a crisis over the fact he has Feelings #this took place between them leaving skypiea and luffy calling zoro out LMAO #maybe one day the chunks i cut out will make their way to ao3 ... or they can continue to live in my basement (my hard drive)

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rinstaro · 1 year

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riding hyrule i guess

cw: riding, hyrule being the best, he likes hugs, p in v, no pronouns for reader

a/n: there was supposed to be like 3 other links on hereeeeee i am not finishing this lol i have no motivation to write

minors do not interact.

the guy would jump off of hyrules many cliffs if you asked. what makes you think he wouldn’t say yes to this? he’s secretly been thinking about it but he’s not gonna admit that. “o-of course, sweetheart. i’ll do whatever you want.”

is huffing and puffing by the time you try to lower yourself on him. he genuinely wants to help you cause you’re struggling. but is also enjoying it. a little too much he thinks?

you might have awoken something a little sadistic in him, cause in the next few minutes he’s relentlessly thrusting up into you, groaning at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him. you wrap your arms around his neck and he swears he’s died and went to heaven. you’re soaked and trying to match his pace all while whimpering his name.

he does eventually beg you to untie him. not because he wants to take control— well yes, he does, but he mostly just wants to wrap his arms around you.

“c-come on, i wanna touch you– fuck! please, sweetheart.”

help

#i’m mad af rn for NO REASON #kores.blurbs #kore.writes #loz #link smut #link x reader smut #link x reader #legend of zelda x reader #what even are tags man #link……….. i want to hurt him #i’m going 2 bite chunks out of him

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plaidpyjamas · 5 months

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astarion gives me such cuteness agression good god

#astarion #bg3 #astarion ancunin #i absolutely adore him #and i want to scoop him up and keep him safe but at the same time #i want to squeeze him until he bursts like an awful balloon or something #i want to smush his face but with claws yknow #i want to bite a chunk out of him

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northernpansy · 2 years

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when Alecto tries to kiss Harrow but doesn't really get kissing so she actually just bites her mouth bloody and then gets offended that Harrow doesn't immediately understand this declaration and explains "Why are you not appeased? This is how meat loves meat", how much do you think Alecto's understanding of how meat loves meat is affected by the fact that John is meat and John made her meat and she loves John and John loves her and John fucking ate her

#Alecto only knows John's version of meat love and John's version of meat love involved him biting a massive fuck off chunk out of her #the locked tomb #nona the ninth #spoilers #tlt spoilers #i think eventually Alecto will remember being Nona and will have a healthier understanding of love based off of her family and her gang #but rn she's under the full sudden wait of Being Alecto so the Nona stuff is shunted to the back

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spoofyleaf · 11 days

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My sailfin dragon let me hold him for half a minute and I just

#for reference im still working in his trust #he only recently started eating #by that I mean a couple crickets a day #but it’s a step in the right direction!!#he’s gonna get to be a somewhat large lizard #so he NEEDS to be tamed #like I have a crested gecko who tolerates being held but he LOVES to jump #and a bearded dragon who LOVES attention #but the sailfin will happily bite if he feels threatened (ie hand being near/on him)#and whips his tail #bc he’s a so small his bites don’t really hurt and his tail does nothing #but when he gets older those bites CAN rip out chunks if skin if he was determined to do so #and that tail WILL hurt #he’s still learning to trust #and very well mught be for the next several months #but that’s okay #any progress is still progress #ugh I’m so excited to gain his full trust #you guys have no idea

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tai-janai · 17 days

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i need to stop thinking about skeptic dissecting stubborn

#cw gore #cw #in general #and cutting people open #ive never been like this before #video games dont make me violent. they make me romanticize gore #like maybe hed bite a chunk out of him #im so sorry i #keep thinking about him soaked in blood #and like stubborn being /into it/#hot take i guess #if any of them is gonna cannibalize another #its gonna be skeppy

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wackylittlegal · 4 months

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england redraw :p

#i want to bite a chunk out of him like he’s made of styrofoam (he probably is)#hetalia #england #aph england #wackylittlegal draws #wackylittlegal

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whillowed · 1 year

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sorry to talk about this again but it really just makes me so insane like glakdfljf "gave the dog too much love and let him become jealous" ... like the PARALLELS GOOOD. so good. they're so perfect.

#golden kamuy #tsurumi #usami #tsurumi tokushirou #usami tokishige #whld #also i just want to say how the last page on the right usami's little outfit is so cute i want to bite a chunk out of his skull #i want to k*ss tsurumi but usami would murder me and i respect him so so so much for that #golden kamuy spoilers #max memes

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see-arcane · 2 years

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Dracula: In order to make sure people freeze up when I want them to, I will deploy my basilisk gaze

Jonathan Harker, about to make a dozen guards scramble out of his way with his mere presence alone: You are like Baby, watch this-

Jonathan, about to fillet a Dracula: Knife beats staring contest, you undead fuck

#I fully believe if it came down to it this man would start biting chunks out of faces should it get him closer to the Count #this young man is running on -100 fucks #in today's entry he showed as much; even if Vlad doesn't turn to dust and he's just a corpse in the box after their work #he's down for a murder charge #But He Can Must and WILL End a Dracula #jonathan harker #dracula #dracula daily

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itsbrucey · 6 months

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Need to cement myself as the Darryl Wilson mutual otherwise it'll all have been for nothing

#thinking about him so. bad tonight #Yeah im the king of Darryl Wilson ( has drawn him once and refuses to post my analysis/theories)#Matt Arnold made a character that hits all my weak spots. the perfect man #I LOVE A GENTLE BRUTE. I LOVE A KIND BEAST. I LOVE A POWERFUL AGGRESSIVE LOVER HUGGER DEFENDER #Big thing for me where the Wilson's are like. all defenders. the tanks. built to last. doused in blood for their friends in thick and thin #also hes catholic and boy am i afraid of religion but also boy am i so down to analyze the fuck outta it #I will always. be in tears over the Omega Daddies confrontation scene/battle where Darryl is fucking. bolting #and carrying paeden and anybody he can grab. or when he catches Grant midair in Four Knights #“BEAR HUG! SALMON!” oh my im fuckinf sick to my stomach #Also Hands being a massive part of him. handshakes hand trauma being very hands on and crafty and touch oriented.#i need to bite a chunk out of his shoulder like a wild animal MATT ARNOLD YOU WILL PAY #also he keeps making out with married men as a married man and thats king behavior. wrestle with that internalized guilt big guy!#anyway im tired as hell and this melatonin kicking in. nobody die while im gone ok love you byeeee

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soov · 6 months

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mappa animators mustve animated jjk2 inside a strip club cs wtf

#ㅤ𝗿𝗲𝗶 talks . . .ㅤ #DANG FIRST GOJOS BADUSSY AND THEN NANAMI AND CHOSO?????#theyre js looking for excuses to animate buff shirtless men #( Me if i was an ankmator fr )#CHOSOS WAIST GOSHHHHH hes so Auhrjejjdk #and nanami #gusy #No comment #hes so smexy i wanna bite a chunk out of his arms like #i wouldnt be mad if he pulled my hair like that at all!!!!!!!!!!! 😊😊😊#i love him

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raedear · 1 year

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(i was very careful with my buttons this time)

(inspired by your spooky!sam pfp)

"Nicky?" Joe mumbled, rubbing his eyes to peer at his hunched husband, in full wolf form, lurking just in the doorframe, his eyes flashing in the low light.

'Nicky?' Joe mumbled, rubbing his eyes to peer at his hunched husband, in full wolf form, lurking just in the doorframe, his eyes flashing in the low light.

Nicky gave a low whine, and hunched lower. Joe clicked his tongue.

'Puppy, you know you can't come to bed till you wipe your paws.'

Nicky whined again, lower and sadder, and hunched completely until he could cover his snout with his paws. Joe sighed, and sat up in bed.

'Did you eat something you shouldn't have?'

Nicky didn't respond, which was plenty answer in itself.

'Did you throw up somewhere and now I need to clean it because the moon is still up?'

Nicky's eyes were big and bright and sad, and Joe couldn't resist tousling his ears as he reached him, crouching down to reach the spots Nicky liked best.

'Puppy, you are going to make me such a nice breakfast tomorrow, I swear. You're going to make me an oatmilk latte and everything.' Nicky whined, and Joe stretched, his knees creaking as he stood up from Nicky's side. 'Show me where you threw up.'

first sentences plsssss

#ask me anything my dude #the continuing adventures of wereworld nicky #best puppy in the world #if anyone but joe calls him that but he'll be biting chunks out of folk

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