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hammerikaika · 2 months
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marisatomay · 2 years
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the council has conferred and it has been decided that the most painful ages to happen to a person are 12, 17, 19, and 23
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0scinine · 5 months
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I present the Mighty Nein in cropped sleeveless tank tops because I had nothing better to do with my time
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basslinegrave · 3 months
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touch
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teethkid67 · 1 month
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lunch break :P
bp!tubbo and tommy sharing some rations in pogtopia for @sixteenth-day-event prompt "kindness" :3 i think about bptubbo risking his stupid skin to feed his loser bestie&co often
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esmes · 3 months
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that wouldn't be too painful, would it? 🎥 @theriddletrades
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temeyes · 6 months
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weirdly, i dreamt of Ghost earlier. he made himself a Tocino Sandwich and he literally said this to me in the dream.
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its-not-sof · 1 year
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12:37am
jaemin smut + fluff
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“What? Does that feel good?”
You squirmed under Jaemin’s sensual gaze. He smiled as his fingers continued to lightly stroke your inner thighs, creeping agonizingly slowly to where you wanted him most.
He had been teasing you all night, painstakingly exploring and massaging every inch of your body, searching for the places that made you shiver and sigh and beg for him.
“Tell me what you need, pretty girl…” he murmured, enticing a needy whimper from your lips.
“Please, touch me,” you whispered. Jaemin smirked, pleased at your eagerness to follow his directions.
“I’ve been touching you all night, where do you want me now?”
His fingers ghosted across your covered core, gently circling your sensitive bud before pulling back.
“Here?” He murmured, hovering just millimeters from your entrance.
You gasped and nodded quickly, lifting your hips to meet his fingers, longing for the suddenly lost friction.
“Use your words, baby,” Jaemin whispered, leaning in close to press his lips to your neck.
“Jaemin, please, r-right there…” you mumbled, slipping your fingers in his soft hair, keeping him close. You could feel him smile against your skin.
“That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He teased, returning his fingers to your waiting heat.
His long fingers rubbed against you before slipping underneath your soaked panties to make contact with your dripping entrance. It didn’t take him long to find your swollen bud and swiftly start to tease out of you a breathless moan.
His mouth began to suck on your exposed neck, soothing the raw, bruised skin with the tip of his tongue before slipping steadily downward. Jaemin slowly pressed hot kisses down your chest, hands reaching behind you to unclip your bra and shed you of your restrictive garments.
Your nipples hardened in the cool night air, already stiff with arousal at Jaemin’s teasing earlier. Your boyfriend wasted no time in relishing each with attention, his plush lips sucking and nipping at your breasts, his fingers reaching up to tug at the right side while his mouth pleasured the left.
His talented mouth pulled another, slightly higher-pitched moan from your parted lips.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, trailing his soft kisses down your stomach and stopping right before your dripping cunt.
You shifted your hips again, longing for him to continue. Big brown eyes looked up at you, lidded with desire but still full of devilish joy.
He never broke eye contact with you as he began to suck at your inner thighs again, biting and nipping the soft flesh until you felt like you could scream.
“J-Jaemin, please don’t tease,” you moaned, breathless and blushing with unbridled arousal.
“You know I always take care of you, Y/N…” he murmured, quickly flicking his tongue across your clit before pulling away again.
“N-No,” you practically sobbed as he positioned your thighs over his broad shoulders. “Please, please…”
Jaemin smirked before diving into your aching core with reckless abandon.
His pouted lips closed around your sensitive peak, sucking hard enough to make your vision blur before alternating in soft, fluttering licks that made you buck your hips up off the mattress.
“J-Jaemin, oh god…” you moaned loudly, unable to swallow your cries of pleasure as his talented tongue worked over your core.
“I-I’m gonna, I’m—“ you cried out as your orgasm ripped through your body, pulsating around Jaemin’s tongue. He showed no signs of stopping as he continued to stimulate you through your high.
You tried to pull away as the sensations became too strong, but he held your thighs closer and kept up his pace.
“J-Jaemin, too much, I can’t—“
“You can take it, pretty girl. Just one more, okay?”
Soon, you felt a pleasurable knot start to form again in your stomach, desperate to release with each flutter of his wet muscle.
Your breathing became ragged as you chased your second high on his face. You shuddered again and Jaemin smiled as you fell limp in his arms, your chest still heaving with each labored breath.
“Good girl,” he murmured, massaging your thighs and leaning up to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. You wrapped your arms around his back to keep him close to you.
“I love you. So, so much,” you whispered, holding him tightly. Jaemin smiled.
“I love you too, sweet girl.”
Jaemin leaned in and kissed you, hard and passionate before gazing at you with a handsome smirk.
“Think you can do one more for me?”
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oliverthegr8 · 2 months
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audio from jelloapocalypse’s ‘dogs in love 2’
fell asleep watching it and this came to me in a dream
stardew valley reference 23 seconds in
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manfuckthisimout · 14 days
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This look RAHHHHHH
Your relationship with your boss was an odd one. It was obvious to everyone in the precinct that you and the detective were more than just boss and secretary. But you would never admit that, and August D had a weird way of showing his fondness. It was the same way every workday—come in at 6:30, find the detective already at his desk, make him coffee, start the day. He would fuss and scold you for little things, make excuses to stay at your desk and talk to you.
You two kind of danced around each other, an unspoken possessive from the detective, and you playing coy until he finally fesses up that he likes you.
He storms out of his office while you’re scheduling his next meeting.
“Didn’t I tell you not to mix up these documents?” he says, holding up a manila file folder. He looks quite frustrated, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, suit jacket off and sleeves rolled past his forearms.
Yelling at you like this does virtually nothing in his favor—if anything it just makes you rub your thighs together. “I’m sorry sir,” you smooth out, batting your eyelashes up at him. “I thought your desk needed some tidying, and you were out in a case so..” He gives you a pointed look. “That doesn’t give you a reason to touch anything in my office. If I want you to tidy anything of mine, I’ll ask you to.” You nod, turning your attention back to the computer screen in front of you.
“Did you schedule my meeting with Captain Jung?” He asks, leaning over the front of your desk. You can feel him staring into your forehead, almost trying to make you squirm in your seat. “Of course sir, I just finished. Your meeting is for 4:30 today.” “Good.” He gives you one last long look over before pushing off your desk and walking back into his office.
You look up from your computer, staring at the deep mahogany that separates you and your boss. “Y’know, we have a running bet pool on which of you is gonna confess first.” Your coworker, Su-min slides over to your desk and props her hand under her chin. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between me and him,” you sigh. “Sure. Tell it to the rest of us.” She chides back. “Don’t you have a case to be doing right now? That missing girl right? How long has it been?” “About a week or so. I really hope we can find her alive, but it’s starting to look grim.” She grimaces. “I hope you end up finding her either way—“
“Y/N! My office, now!”
Suddenly his door was cracked, and you could see him walking back to his desk, waiting for you.
You turn to Su-min and grimace. “Duty calls. Tell me about the case after I get done with this.” She grins at you. “Don’t start fooling around in there, keep it PG!” You roll your eyes, standing from your desk and walking into the detective’s office.
“You called for me detective?” You answer sweetly. “Sit. I have something to talk to you about.” You sit in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. He gets up and rounds the front of his desk, leaning against it to look at you better. “We’ve known each other for quite sometime now,” he starts, arms folded and head down. He smirks. “You and I both know that I’ve been dancing around you these past years-“ “Is that what you call it sir?” He pauses. “Excuse me?” “Is that what you call it, this situation I mean. I was very aware of your feelings about me from the day we met sir. The whole precinct knows how you act around me.” “..I’ve been that bad at hiding it then?” “Pretty much.”
He sighs. “I know I haven’t been…vocal..about my feelings for you. I’d like to fix that. Do you want to go to lunch with me sometime?” You smile at his bluntness. He’s always been bad with words like this, saving his poetical vocabulary for high-stress situations with criminals. “What’s so funny?” He asks, brow raised, smile on his face. “You are. You’re so bad with words sir..” You giggle. He leans down, gripping either side of the arms on the chair. He’s so close to you now, noses almost touching. “I am, hm? And that’s funny?” You nod. He chuckles. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” “Lunch right? What time?” “Lunch time.” You grimace. “Well, I assumed that much. 12 or 1?” “12:30.” “12:30 it is. I’ll mark it on your personal calendar.”
He lifts himself from his position, rounding his desk again and sitting in his chair. He stares at you longingly. “I’d suggest you get back out there. Wouldn’t want to keep the office waiting on who won that bet.” You chuckle. “Yes sir.”
Second fic rawr
This came to me in a feverish daydream
Also because of boredom
Hope you like!!
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hideitaway · 22 days
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your blissful eyes will open
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dasibom · 2 years
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and i am coming home to you with my own blood in my mouth. btw. if you even care
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ronanlynchbf · 5 days
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yuriyuruandyuraart · 1 year
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*sighs* precious baby version of night and his mentally drained brother/dad got me dropping everything for a quick doodle<333
au by @dreemurr-skelememer
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spaghettiwench · 1 year
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Norrie and Lucy both had friendship bracelets they made each other while they had free time on jobs (you know the ones you make at summer camp with all the knots that takes FOREVER to make) Lucy's bracelet has two shades of blue (one light one dark) and purple. Norries is yellow white and green.
They both tied the bracelets onto the others wrist once they were finished. A promise to each other that they were going to last, tight enough that the only way to get it off is to cut it.
Norrie still has hers, fairly beat up in her ghost locked state but still holding on strong.
Lucy on the other hand lost hers on a job one night during her first week in London.
When she realized it was gone she was in the shower after a job. She had locked herself in her room for the next few days, refusing to see anyone, refusing to eat any of the trays Lockwood tried to bring up and the boys had no idea why. No idea until one day months later after the bone glass Lucy walks up to them one morning without a word and ties a poorly knotted bracelet around each of their wrists. George's is orange, red and pink and Lockwoods is teal, grey, and purple. They didn't understand it at first, Lockwood moaned that it clashed with his outfits; and jewelry had always bugged George, he said that it got in the way.
It wasn't until Lockwood caught her making her own in the garden one sunny morning spending hours tying tedious knots one color after the other that he understood. He looked at the bracelet on his right wrist and realized that this scrap of embroidery thread represented a promise. One of persistence, one of patience, one of a future where all that time and love that was put into it was paid back tenfold.
Lockwood never complained about his again after what he saw, and while George still complained about his he resolutely refuses to cut his off.
Lucy wears a new bracelet on her wrist now, four to be exact. They get caught on all the wrong things and take forever to dry after a shower but she refuses to take them off until they break.
one is two shades of blue and purple
one is yellow, green, and white
one is orange, red and pink
and the last is teal grey and purple
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thewintersoldier · 1 year
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- Ice Nine Kills, "A Grave Mistake"
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