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ohnohargrove · 6 months

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I just imagine Vincent Sinclair would be an incredibly sweet boyfriend. Imagine that he's been caught up in his work for the majority of the day. You had all shared breakfast together at the table before everyone had to go off to do their respective duties. Lester had dropped by that morning and he had gone off to do some repairs in the movie theater, Bo had gone down to the garage to work on a particularly rusty (and "a stubbon sonafabitch" in his words) truck he got from one of his latest victims, and Vincent had hurried off to the basement workshop to start on a new sculpture for the museum. He had assured you he'd be back sometime late this afternoon.

It was now 9 PM and Lester was watching you and Bo get into a very heated game of War on the living room coffee table. Bo was on the couch, You were cross-legged on the floor with Jonesy's head in your lap, sound asleep even though there was heated cursing going on, and Lester was on the arm chair to the side of both of you. Bo threw the cards down on the table. "Goddammit! Where th' HELL do you keep gettin' those joker cards" he let out, bringing his hands up to his face. Lester and you both knew the game was basically over at that point.

You looked at the old, dusty clock on the wall and Lester noticed the look you gave when you finally saw the time. He reached into the cooler beside his chair, got up, and handed both you and the fuming man a cold bottle of beer. "Hey now," he assured, putting a hand on your shoulder, "sometimes Vince gets caught up in his work, that's all. He's always been like that ever since we were little. It's best to just let him do his thing. He'll come 'round. Promise." Bo flicked the cap off of his bottle and onto the pile of scattered cards. "Yeah, damn perfectionist probably can't get the nose right or somethin'." He took a large swig of his beer. "You gonna shuffle those cards and re-deal 'em so I can kick your ass?" You and Lester both shared a knowing look that another game would just turn him into an even bigger sore loser, but you obliged.

It was a little past 11 at that point. Lester had decided to head home after Bo lost for a second time and started pulling the silent treatment towards you. "Jonesy can have a little sleepover with you tonight" Lester said as he was getting his boots on, "she's had a rough day of running up and down the isles and knocking stuff over while I was fixin' it. I think she's pretty tuckered out." You thanked Lester and told Bo you were heading off to bed, which he ignored ("he'll get over it in the morning" you thought to yourself). You passed the basement door on the way to the stairs and still heard opera music playing from below. Lester was right, it's best not to disturb him if he's really this caught up in sculpting. You called Jonesy up the stairs and promised her that she could sleep under the covers tonight.

Light streamed into the windows and hit your face. You noticed that Vincent hadn't come to bed that night and Jonesy was now gone. You looked over at your nightstand to see what time it was, but sitting in front of the old alarm clock was a small figure obscuring it's view. You rubbed your eyes and noticed that it was a small dog sculpted from wax with a folded note underneath. You smiled as you picked the little dog up and ran your fingers over the detailed fur. You reached over to open the note and see what it said. It was somewhat dingey paper with immaculate handwriting scrawled on it.

"My dearest one, I'm incredibly sorry that I stayed out so late last night. I feel horrible that I promised you I'd be done, but time had slipped away from me and I didn't want to wake you. I'm having a particularly tough time with the face of my newest sculpture (especially the nose) and it will take longer than I had anticipated. If you'd like, you may join me for breakfast in my workshop as I finish up. If not, I should be done by noon and I mean it this time. I think Jonesy might like to play in the yard for a while. Forever yours, Vincent"

You got out of bed and headed down to the kitchen, grabbing a carton of eggs out of the refrigerator along with some butter to make toast. You planned on bringing your boyfriend some sunny side up eggs for breakfast and chatting while he finished his work. Playing frisbee with Jonesy could wait until noon so all three of you could play. At that thought, you felt a cold nose press the back of your leg and you handed the pup a slice of bread.

#house of wax 2005 #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #this is the first thing I've written in a long time #go easy on me

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rorichuu · 2 months

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Could I request some nsfw of sniper x f!reader where the ready is noticeably smaller? He just absolutely wrecks her from behind while pushing her head into the mattress they’re on?

'' T-T-TIPSY! ''

s n i p e r x f ! r e a d e r :

┆rori's note: oh yeah this is delicious omg

┆desclaimer/tags: size difference, hair pulling, dacriphilia, dumbification, mix of praise and degradation (if you squint), pet names .

Sniper was relentless the past hour. The Australian had one hand on your hip while the other pressed further onto your lower back, pressing you further down so you could feel the entire length of his cock. You whined, choking out cries as your hands gripped the sheets of his campers bed… Sniper let out a low laugh, rumble in his throat as his hips met with yours ruthlessly. “You cryin’, sheila?” He was right, tears rolled down your face as your broken moans met with the pillow beneath you. And though you couldn’t see it, Sniper’s eyes lowered to something darker. His hand slowly ran up your back to the back of your head, gripping your hair and pulling it up with a gentle tug. “I wanna hear ya’ scream, Roo—scared?” His voice wavered a bit with a hint of his teasing as his hips continuously slapped against yours… his cock reaching deep within your raw cunt as it throbbed, the coil in your stomach tightening.

“S…Sniper, please! T…Too much!” You cried out, back arched by Sniper’s own commanding hand. Sniper snickered, his pace beginning to slow to something painful. Your own voice betraying you as you let out a whimper, his hips rolling slowly as you squeezed around him. Sniper groans.

“I can do this all day, love,” he whispered, leaning over and pressing his chest against yours; sweat against sweat. His hand that once held your hip slid down to hold your hand, guiding it to the bulge that corrupted your small body. Sniper motioned for you to put pressure on it. “Feel that?” You whimper, rubbing circles where Sniper’s cock was buried deep into you. Sniper bucked his hips and his hand dropped. “Shit… there you go.”

“S’so big…” you murmured, pouted lips as your cheek pressed against the pillow, a small patch of your own saliva pooling on the tussled fabric. Sniper hummed in response.

“You’re a big girl, you can take it.”

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rorichuu!

#new layout (kinda)#kinda my first time putting smut out there #go easy on me #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 sniper #team fortress 2 x reader #team fortress 2 sniper x reader #sniper x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 sniper smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 smut #tf2smut #teamfortress2smut #teamfortress #sniper smut #sniper tf2 #rorichuu!

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im-making-an-effort · 1 year

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“I just want to come home.” Said the Astronaut.

“So come home.” Said ground control.

“So come home.” Said a voice from the stars. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

I’m admittedly not the best artist or penman, but here is my first humble contribution to the monumental project you’ve all started here. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.

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God I love space; every time I read one of these space orcs/humans are weird posts this is the only thing that comes to mind:

The innate human urge to just… go. To discover. To live. To seek out sights not made for mortal eyes, tread places no one’s ever dared dream possible, to defy our creators and say, “You made us to walk the Earth, but we humbly decline.” Then, when science and logic and the restrictions of our times told us we’d never so much as orbit our planet, our silly little species said “Watch us.” and we threw ourselves into the beyond. And by god it’s worked so far. The Artemis I, as of Dec. 4th 2022, is on its way home from a successful orbital mission around our moon. And in May, 2024? The Artemis II will launch with its manned crew to start work on a moon research base. The construction of an actual moon base is not even three years away. We’re throwing ourselves again, this time not just to visit our moon but to stay; and we have only ourselves to thank. People like the ones here, the ones fueling our collective curiosity, our love of the stars, our desire to know. All of this to say, perhaps the fantasies we’ve so carefully crafted here are one step closer to making that infamous leap from science fiction to reality.

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#poetry #space #space and astronomy #humans are space orcs #humans are weird #space orcs #comics #comic panels #art #traditional sketch #poetic #i did my best #go easy on me #please

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anthonydrawstuff · 8 months

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What I think was was the story of Bonnie’s death.

I think Monty caused Bonnie’s death, BUT WAIT FELLOW MONTY ENJOYERS!!! I think it was an accident on Monty’s part. Also, before we begin please keep in mind that this is my first time posting a theory. So I just want to apologize if I get some details wrong or if I just sound stupid in general. My first reason for this is because I believe that monty idolized bonnie.

If the cutouts in the DLC have some truth to them, then we can assume that before monty was tough gator who liked to rock and roll and was a part of the main band, he was just a chill gator who looked up to the glamrocks, and probably especially bonnie. They also parallel eachother, sort of. (I think that because he and Bonnie have some similarities: the eye color and their instrument.)

I’m assuming the pizzaplex operated normally (or whatever is "normal" for the pizzaplex lol), with the band performing and entertaining around the establishment while Monty sat in gator golf alone, maybe performing his own little concerts for golfers with his own small bass. Suddenly, one day, Monty got lucky and became friends with his idol, Bonnie. The two probably got along fine, and became close.

Now some people won’t believe this and would say that Monty was actually jealous of Bonnie (which could be the reason he killed Bonnie) or even Freddy because of their status/spots in the band, but I don’t think that’s true. Though I can see why others think that. In the gator golf minigame, you can see Freddy in the dumpster that is slightly hidden to the side of the main stage where Monty, Roxy, and chica are performing.

Also, Freddy’s light below his cutout isn’t on during the cutout ride in the RUIN DLC. Monty also takes Freddy’s place in the loading dock ending.

But I don’t believe Monty has control over these things. The first example is in a arcade machine which monty definitely didn’t make. Unless he held the coders captive and made them put Freddy in there, I don’t think he did that.

The second example of the cutout ride is a little harder for me to explain, but it could just be a result of the ruins of the pizzaplex taking effect on the lighting in the ride.

The third example is the loading dock ending, but I feel like I can shut that one down because Monty isn’t fazbear entertainment and he doesn’t have that much power over who chooses his position.

Also, if Monty really was jealous of Freddy or Bonnie and really wanted power in the band to the point where he would kill one of the members, I think he would go for freddy, the leader of the band. I’ve heard others say that Monty went for Bonnie’s spot first just to get at Freddy, but that doesn’t make sense. Monty would want to go straight to the top, which is Freddy. Even if it was dangerous and would make people suspicious he would still do it cause he’s pretty dumb.

This is why I think the evidence of Monty hating freddy is actually just another thing from fazbear entertainment. I believe that ever since bonnie disappeared and Monty was put in his place, the company is starting to set up these things to give customers the idea that freddy and Monty are rivals, or frenemies. I think fazbear entertainment are trying to make Freddy and Monty the new main “Duo” of the pizzaplex, or maybe even in future faz-ent schemes, just like how Freddy and Bonnie were in earlier generations. (Fredbear & Spring-Bonnie, Funtime Freddy & Bon-Bon) MAYBE they recognized this could help the company move away from the stigma of earlier times by creating a new duo.

They took advantage of Bonnie’s disappearance.

But that’s just stretching it a little, and I’m getting off track. Basically, Monty isn’t jealous of Freddy nor Bonnie. He has no reason to as far as I’m concerned, and it doesn’t give him a reason to kill Bonnie or Freddy. Unless he’s, like, jealous of what those two have going on.. then I doubt it. And as much as how fun it would be to write about that, I would be diving into heavy fan-fiction territory.

Now, onto how I believe Bonnie died, and how I think his body was moved back to that secluded area in Bonnie bowl you see in the RUIN DLC.

I’m guessing that at 4:12 AM, when Bonnie headed to gator golf, he wanted to just hang out with his friend after staying in the east arcade for a bit. (He stayed in the arcade for a little over an hour and a half.)

Bonnie and Monty then decided to just stand around at the catwalks, doing whatever they do. Then, something happens, and in an outburst, Monty snaps and shoves Bonnie off the catwalks, leaving the poor bunny in the broken state we see him in ruin.

Then Monty slowly realizes what he has done. He killed his friend. He heads down to the ground of gator golf and finds Bonnie’s body laying down, shattered and snapped apart. Monty panics and thinks of the consequences of what just happened. He then gets an idea. He somehow finds a way to move all of Bonnie back to the bowling attraction (People say that he used a piece of the carpet in gator golf, as the one underneath Bonnie’s corpse matches the one in gator golf.) He then drags Bonnie into Bonnie bowl, then into that secluded room in RUIN, and sprawls him out to be laying down on the ground.

Now this could explain Monty’s aggressive behavior in the game. He just lost a friend to himself and now has to live with it. Aggression is one of the symptoms of losing a close friend/relative. And when the mimics virus comes over the animatronics it probably makes things worser for him, as I'm pretty sure the virus amplifies your worst traits.

This event could also explain why Monty is seen at the catwalks at Monty golf skipping shows, breaking down fences with his claws, and other reckless behavior. He’s acting out! And when he skips performances to go on the catwalks, he probably goes there to just sulk or just replay that moment in his head. Or he maybe just likes it up there. It's a safe place for him.

Also, about the claw marks. I don’t think it was Monty. I think his claws at the time were maybe too dull to make a big impact in Bonnie’s chest as Monty didn’t get the claw upgrades until after Bonnie went missing.

The green paint on Bonnie’s scratched chest might actually be the star that was on the center of Bonnie’s leotard, now discolored.

And the smashed bowling ball at Bonnie’s corpse. I’m thinking Monty possibly smashed it against the wall (there’s a mark) until it broke open just to make it look like an accident.

But uhhh yeah that’s all. I probably got some things wrong or missed some things AND I feel like I could’ve done more work near the ending but that’s what I think happened. I’ll see if I could improve this theory in the future. Maybe one day I can make a better theory. I guess we’ll have to wait till help wanted 2 for hopefully more glamrocks! (Oh god please steelwool show them more you cant just have them for a game and a half and ditch them like that)

If you couldn’t tell I really like Bonnie and Monty 😭

#fnaf #fnaf ruin #monty gator #theory #fnaf theory #glamrock fronnie #glamrock bonnie #glamrock freddy #first theory #go easy on me

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just-a-tiny-goldfish · 8 months

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Saying all this but if Chen dosent pick up on the first ring he gets upset

#Marcos Ruiz #he loves spoon tho #goldfish art #doodlies #I’ve never drawn a dog like this #go easy on me #fhr #fallen hero retribution

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user-without-a-cool-acronym · 2 months

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WIP of the leaked summer Ras suit, made with @nyaskitten‘s Ras sketch challenge

#jpg compression my age old enemy #ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #lord ras #ninjago lord ras #ninjago fanart #art #art wip #still learning to draw #go easy on me #still missing detail on the arms #legs #and large chunks of the head #nyaskitten #nyaskitten sketch challenge

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usedtobeguest123 · 8 months

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I FINISHED IT.

Heeeey, is it still cool to post for #wdtaj? 😁

Here is the animatic I've been working on for a few months. Hope you enjoy!

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It's rough...and I mean ROUGH, but I'm proud to have finished it. Please forgive all the drawing discontinuities--it's like a record of my drawing progress over the last month couple months. The end is way stronger than the beginning, so that's cool!

I never did get around to shading the whole thing. Some parts are shaded, some aren't...myeh.

#encanto #bruno madrigal #encanto animatic #mirabel madrigal #encanto fanart #It really is rough guys #go easy on me #Maybe one day I'll re-do it and shade it right 😬#This song is great though!#and I DID IT I FINISHED IT lol #wdtaj #but in august #Youtube

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chaoticnandovibes · 4 months

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In Your Warmth, I Forget: 1/1

– Pairing: Strollonso

My little fic written for @inejschumacher in the F1 Secret Santa 2023 which you should totally 1000% take a look at!! So many amazing fics (29!!) were written for so many different ships and it was honestly so fun to be a part of!!

Fic summary below the break:

Sharing a room with the very same pilot he just spent hours couped up in an aircraft's cockpit with was definitely not on his list of things to do tonight, but that's where Fernando finds himself.

I mean, it could've been worse...

#alonstroll #strollonso #ao3 fanfic #gift exchange #my first attempt at smut #go easy on me #pilot au #Spotify

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hermitkat · 10 months

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Grian is jumpy. Everyone knows that. They didn't always, though.

It was something the hermits realised decently quickly when he first joined the server. He was nervous and had a seemingly endless need for causing trouble. His reaction when caught off guard could be a little extreme. It wasn't really a problem until the wings grew in, though.

As soon as they learned about what he was, X also promtly held a mandatory meeting, teaching everyone about how avians differed from other hybrids, making sure they knew the basics of their behaviour. This is why everyone knew to be careful with his bones. Especially the ones in his wings. Fragile, but very important - keep safe.

The hermits weren't usually big on breaking others' bones anyway, opting for more deadly pranks and traps, if anything. So surely it wouldn't be a problem, right?

It was Mumbo who noticed the problem first. Grian had a tendency to visit his base. Even when he wasn't invited. Especially if he wasn't invited. Doing that did often make him extra tensed up, though. This essentially made him a spring, on high alert, waiting to be sprung.

Mumbo liked spooking him. Before he had his wings, he would just jump up into the air, make many paniced noises, and maybe flail his arms about a bunch. It was very entertaining. Once he was once again able to use his wings, he quickly learned that he might take a couple extra precautions before he went looking for that kind of entertainment, though.

When spooked, Grian would still jump and make all the funny noises, but now his wings would join in on the flailing as well. This often ended up with them smacking into objects, and when paniced enough, even flight, which could become a real problem in small spaces.

So he did his best to survey their surroundings before he did anything that could spook the avian. He did, however, forget to also mention this to the other hermits. To be fair, Grian didn't initially interact with anyone other than mumbo, anyway, so he didn't have much reason for concern.

The prank war did, however, force Grian to exist around the other hermits a lot more. And so it was that during a secret spying mission, Grian was spotted by Doc. He was part creeper, making him extra quiet on his feet. So he decided to have some fun.

He waited until he was right behind his back before speaking. All he got out was "Grian.." before the avian reacted. He made many different noises. He jumped. He flapped his wings. He took flight. Then the noises stopped suddenly, replaced by something entirely different. It was no longer squawks and chirps that filled the small room. It was a pained scream.

He had managed to fling himself straight into a wall, one of his wings getting twisted in a weird way and squashed under the weight of his body slamming into it. The creeper hybrid immediately knew something was wrong, so he quickly called for help, putting the war on pause while the wing healed.

After that, everyone was a lot more careful about how they approached Grian, but no one could really match Doc. He liked being intimidating, finding that people respected him more when they were at least a little scared of him. He did not actually want to hurt anyone. Especially not his friends. And he had.

He kept playing that incident over in his mind. He couldn't stop hearing that scream. In his dreams, Grian was terrified, in pain, always because of him. He felt so guilty. He knew that he wasn't really to blame. It was a freak accident. But he couldn't seem to convince himself of it.

It got to the point where he started avoiding going to sleep for as long as he could. Anything to keep himself from seeing him hurt again. The others started to notice something was off. He started avoiding them. He just worked. It kept his mind occupied. He finally broke one night and, in a haze, headed for the admins base.

He needed to talk to someone. He had been pushing everyone away for too long. He felt like he might go insane if he let this go on for even a little longer. X graciously and galdly listened to his mostly incoherent rambling until he passed out on the couch he'd been seated on. When he woke up, he felt better. He finally felt ready to do something about his problems.

X advised him to talk to Grian and apologise. So he did. Grian was confused as to what he was even so sorry about, having forgiven him long ago. He felt infinitely better. The more he saw of the avian, the less it haunted him. He did not seem afraid, no. If anything, he was overconfident. He had never really blamed Doc in the first place. He was intimidated by the man, sure, but not afraid.

He much preferred it that way.

#hermitcraft #grian #mumbo jumbo #xisumavoid #docm77 #hermitcraft 6 #hermitcraft fanfic #this is the first time I've ever written fanfic #no idea why I decided to do it #go easy on me

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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 1 year

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Current picture of Lunar and the twins!

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knuckie-head · 1 year

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But in all seriousness thank you guys for liking my art :) it means so much to me that people actually enjoy them. Drawing is like an escape to me, and knowing I can share with y’all means the world

More to come! Promise!

- Knucklehead

#knuckles the echidna #knuckles #knucklehead #knuckles the enchilada #tumblrstuff #still new to tumblr #go easy on me #thank you #!!! <3

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propertyofkylar · 7 months

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fury - kylar x pc

cw: kylar. he’s his own warning. also there's fucking.

summary: kylar is jealous that other men want his love. so he reminds her who loves her most.

Kylar’s grip on his knife tightened as he watched from the alley.

His love, his perfect angel was in that car. And judging by the way the windows were fogged up, something horrible was happening to her.

People said things about her, spread nasty photos of her posing in ways that should be just for him. It infuriated him. Why would people do that to someone so flawless?

If he could only get a good shot he could get one of his darts into that car and rescue her from the grips of whatever attacker it was this time. Kylar was contemplating this when the car door suddenly opened and she stepped out.

She was always so beautiful, even though her (very short very tight) red dress was rumpled, her hair was falling out of her updo and her lipstick was smudged.

Kylar watched as the waved to the car as it drove off. He pocketed his knife and walked up to her.

“M-my love?” He asked. He didn’t mean to startle her, but she jumped. But when she turned to face him, her smile was so warm that it almost erased the nausea festering in his stomach. Almost.

“Oh! Kylar!” She giggled, teetering slightly on her heels. He could smell a hint of champagne on her breath. “You scared me. What are you doing out so late?”

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It didn’t work. “Y-you didn’t come see me at the park today. I was w-worried.” Not entirely false.

Her smile faded and her eyes widened. “Fuck! I’m sorry. I was working all day and then Avery wanted to take me out to dinner…” she trailed off.

The rage within Kylar grew. She ditched him for that? For some pervert who definitely didn't have her best intentions in mind like he did?

“I’m sorry,” she said again, reaching out and taking his hand in hers. It felt warm. “I am. I love you. I just needed the money so badly…”

It was so unfair that someone as perfect as her needed to work so hard. He pictured, not for the first time, her living in his manor, pregnant with their child, and he could take care of her and keep her safe.

“Let’s go inside,” she said softly. “It’s cold out here.”

So Kylar grabbed onto her arm and let her lead him inside the orphanage, into her tiny bedroom. They both sat on her bed.

Kylar took a good look at her. She was even more beautiful up close. But the faint smell of men’s cologne on her reignited his anger.

She pressed a kiss to his cheek and rested a hand on his thigh. “Nobody satisfies me like you do, Kylar,” she murmured.

He found himself instantly growing hard at her touch, feeling extra sensitive due to his lack of underwear. He never wore any, not since she told him to stop as a punishment for finding out he stole her panties. He had no regrets.

But something stopped him. Kylar knew how this would go. She would make him cum, and if she didn't finish in the process he would fix that. Then he would lay in her arms and all would be forgotten when his head rested on her warm chest.

But no. He didn't want that this time. He was mad. And he didn't want to forget that.

She was in the middle of kissing his neck when he pushed her down to the bed. Her eyes were wide and her cheeks were flushed as he climbed on top of her and pinned her arms above her head.

"Why am I not enough?" Kylar whispered, wincing internally when it came out whinier when he wanted to sound tough.

"That's-that's not true," she said, turning even redder when he ground his hips against her core. He could see she was wet, and the thought that he wasn't the first and only one to see her like that tonight made him even angrier.

"Shut up," he growled, letting go of her hands to pull down his sweatpants. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget about everyone else."

The look on her face when she saw his cock made him momentarily forget his rage. It never got old. Every time she saw him like that, her pupils dilated and her lips parted. Fucking Avery probably had a micropenis. The thought made him grin wildly. There was no way in hell he ever got to see her like this.

"K-Kylar," she whimpered as he rubbed his dick against her, lubricating himself with her wetness. He almost finished just hearing her say his name, but he managed to hold himself off. He had bigger plans ahead.

He yanked up her dress and bent down to take a nipple into his mouth. She let out a low moan and arched her back as he sucked.

"You don't need anyone else," he murmured, reaching down to rub her clit. "Just me."

He continued rubbing his cock against her teasingly, ripping whimpers out of her.

“Kylar. Fuck,” she wiggled around restlessly. “I need-“

Then, without warning, he plunged his cock into her.

She gasped and quickly slapped her hand over her mouth. But Kylar pried her hand away. "I want to hear you."

He fucked her relentlessly and ruthlessly, enjoying the tiny whimpers that came from her mouth with every thrust and tweak of her clit.

"Nobody else," he repeated. "Just me."

"Just Kylar," she moaned. He could feel her trembling and knew she was close. So he leaned in and sucked hard on her neck, hoping to whatever God was out there it would leave a mark. Everyone would know who she belonged to.

It worked. With a sharp gasp, she dug her nails into his back and shook even harder as her core tightened around his dick.

He didn't slow down. He continued thrusting as he felt himself growing closer to his own finish.

"F-fuck," he whimpered. "You-I'm-I'm gonna-"

He didn't finish the sentence. Her legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him as close as possible and Kylar knew he was a goner. He came hard, and stayed inside of her. He hoped he had impregnated her.

"I love you," he mumbled, dropping his head to her warm, sweaty chest. A shaky hand reached up to stroke his hair.

His anger had all but subsided. No one else got to fuck her in her own bed. No one else got to lie with her after and hear her heartbeat.

Kylar squeezed his eyes shut. "I'm s-sorry," he whispered. "I love you. You're perfect. I just want to be with you and-"

"Kylar." Her gentle voice cut off his rambling. "I know. I love you too. But that..."

Cautiously, he opened his eyes. But he was surprised to see that she was smiling.

"I think I need to make you angry more often."

#degrees of lewdity #dol #kylar the loner #writing #kylar is best boy to me #he’s so nasty and gross. he is everything #never published smut before #go easy on me #vrel had to make kylar small bc he would be too powerful otherwise #this took several days to write bc writing it made me cringe so i had to take a break every few sentences. how do u ppl do this #is kylar ooc? i have no idea #this is an experiment at best. if it worked i will continue writing smut but if it flopped u will never hear from me again

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wolfbatspace · 1 year

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“You are my greatest treasure”

#the arcana #comic #the arcana fanart #asra x apprentice #the arcana asra #asra alnazar #asra the arcana #asra x mc #asra #oc #my art #rd #dragon #I was trying to do a new thing with coloring and it was hard and I didn’t know what I was doing #go easy on me

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woefulwoerm · 7 months

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Man TLIIASAW amirite? Trigun amirite?

#trigun #mitski #my edit #edit #trigun maximum #trigun manga #vash the stampede #vashwood #trigun vash #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun wolfwood #my first edit #go easy on me #please and thank you

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suleikazuleika · 1 year

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Wanna hear a ridiculous headcanon of mine?

(This is under the assumption that the DFO theory proves correct. Also, I only have a novice understanding of Japanese, so bear with me.)

There are 41+ ways to spell "Hisashi".

Among them:

久 - meaning "a long time ago, old, long-cherished," shared with Izuku

久志 - same as above, with "aspiration, ambition, goal"

弥 - "passage of time, increasingly"

永 - "eternity"

序 - "prologue"

長 - "leader"

九 - "nine"

壽 - "longevity"

尚士 - "further, more" and "gentleman, samurai"

悠史 - "leisurely, distant, long, far" and "history, chronicle, annals"

The list goes on.

Now here's the ridiculous part:

All For One seems to be arrogant enough that he would continue to use his real first name, just switch up the spelling.

If he never adds furigana, he could further muddy the waters and be - in official government eyes- Invisible.

Now, because my knowledge of the Japanese written system is elementary at best, I could be completely wrong about this.

#all for one #dfo #afo #mha theory #go easy on me #im still new to japanese #blame detective conan #and every mystery that relied on kanji

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laurenkmyers · 1 year

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winteam bathroom coda (ep7)

just a short, unbeta’d continuation of the bathroom scene with a little added smut, enjoy.

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As soon as the door slams shut Win’s hands are everywhere, all at once, stroking Team’s face, pulling his hair, gripping his shoulders, his waist, his ass.

Team is overwhelmed, like he always is whenever Win’s mouth starts devouring his. All thoughts of anything fly straight out of Team’s head, taken blissfully over by the feel of Win’s body against his.

Team doesn’t know how Win manages to manoeuvre them as gracefully as he does in such a small space, but one minute they’re trapped standing as close as humanly possible in the cramped cubicle, barely room to pant into each other’s mouths, and the next he’s being shoved down onto the closed toilet seat and Win is on his knees between Team’s spread thighs working open his trousers.

“Lift your ass.” Win growls.

Team doesn’t need to be told twice, he immediately arches up off the seat and let’s Win pull down both his underwear and his trousers until they’re both stretched taut around his ankles. Win looks up at him and his eyes are blown black, no sign of colour left behind. It sends a shiver down Team’s spine.

Win leans in and starts sucking hot, wet kisses along Team’s trembling inner thigh, climbing higher and higher until he gets closer to where Team really wants him. He’s already painfully hard, aching and desperate when Win wraps his hand around him and starts pumping as he sucks a bruise into the crease where his thigh meets the rest of him. The rest of the bruises Win left a week or so ago have already faded and Team smiles as he imagines pressing down on this new one to feel it burn.

He quickly becomes impatient, “Hia,” he whines, “…please.”

Win’s hand stops its slow pumping motion, and his mouth disengages from its chosen path. Team whines again because this is not what he wanted at all.

“What do you want, Team?” Win croons against his thigh, “Tell me.”

Win’s commanding tone always makes Team’s insides squirm in the best way.

Team is shaking now, so turned on he can barely produce anything other than another elongated, “Hia…”

Win chuckles darkly, softly nipping at the tender skin in response.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He says. “I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me what it is.”

Team huffs out a low groan, and takes a handful of Win’s hair, pushing him to where he needs him.

“I need your mouth.” He eventually manages to croak out.

Luckily for Team, Win is already ten steps ahead, wet lips slide all the way down his cock until he hits the back of Win’s throat. Team chokes out a moan and holds on for dear life pulling out the hair tie keeping Win’s hair out of his face, not that it matters much, with the iron-clad grip Team currently has on said hair. The tie is redundant now anyway.

***

Win holds Team at the back of his throat for longer than is strictly necessary for breathing and then pulls off panting, a string of saliva still attaching his swollen pink lips to the glistening head of Team’s cock as he looks up at Team’s blissed out face.

Win smiles crookedly, licking his lips and bending back down to tease the tip with his tongue, swirling it around the head before dipping into the slit for a taste. He feels the already strong grip on his hair tighten to the point of painful as he slides the rest of the way back down Team’s impressive cock. He hums as the weight of it once again hits the back of his throat, and he feels the vibrations travel through Team’s body in a shudder, resulting in his boy making harsh thrusts in and out of his mouth. Thank god he perfected the art of deep-throating a long time ago otherwise he’d be gagging around Team’s cock right now with how hard he’s pushing to get further inside.

Win loves going down on people. And he’s really fucking good at it. He knows that the most powerful position he can be in is between a person’s thighs, knows just the right amount of pressure to use to tip his partner over the edge. And that’s what he wants right now. He wants Team worked up and pliant, wants to make him come, to clear his mind and feel all the things he’s feeling.

The words from earlier float back into his head as he concentrates on bobbing his head up and down Team’s slick cock, ‘if you’re not sure, then prove it…’ Win hums into the upwards motion in agreement, I’ll prove it, he thinks. ‘If you like him, then tell him…’ Win swirls his tongue along the underside which earns him a sweet moan from his sweet boy, ‘if you love him, then tell him…’, Win pulls back slowly with a soft pop and lavishes the tip of Team’s cock with soft kitten licks to show his affection.

Tell him. Tell him. Tell him.

Okay, so Win’s never really been great with words about his feelings, always preferring to use actions to show a person how much he cares and he’ll continue to show Team he means it by doing just that.

He starts with a mind-blowing orgasm.

Because that’s something he can do.

Because that means he doesn’t have to think too hard about the rest of it.

#winteam #between us #bounprem #smut #between us the series #episode 7 coda #bathroom smut #also to all my fellow prapaisky fans #catch the reference #it's a gooden #this is probably not very good #i've not written much in a while #and this is my first time writing winteam #go easy on me

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