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daydreamwalker13 · 3 days
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Mk1 Random Drawings # 20
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Protectors of Earthrealm: When Love Blossoms Literally In The Air
A new pair just blossomed
It's their first encounter
The other one is surprised, the other one just fell in love.
You can guess who.
It's now part of my au. I didn't use a reference, so their stance is somehow lacking.
Teenagers.
I used mk 2023 movie for reference for teen Kung Lao.
Obsessing drawing them all as teenagers.
It was supposed to be a sample sketch, but got carried away with a cute song.
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rt-closetcryptic · 2 months
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How do you hold your smiling critter?
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y-love-gothic · 6 months
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eevee-genshin-blog · 3 months
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How’d This Happen?!
A/n: First Post! Please enjoy! This was inspired by @idkfitememate Boar!Creator!
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I was floating... it’s dark? What..?
I was just playing Genshin Impact... Where am I now..? It’s getting cold... Huh... What’s that light? When you first woke up, you didn’t understand what was happening. But you got isekai’d into Genshin Impact, as a cat. 
You mostly looked like Luna from Sailor Moon... but your eyes. They were like a normal cat’s, but golden, and your pupils looked like Primogems. 
Great... You thought annoyed, you’ve read stories, some get cool powers, others get their phones... but you got a Cat! How unfair, but you choose to feel thankful, you didn’t know if their was anything to this place yet... 
They could have killed you for being an ‘ImPoStOr,’ you mentally mock the name... But you started to wonder and ended up cutting yourself.
Not gold blood. Not stary blood. Or pink blood. It looked like the Galaxy, the drops that lost contact with your skin floated up to the sky...
So... You were a god? How does that work? You were stuck in the form of a cat... So confusing... But you decided to wander around and learn.
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In the few weeks you’ve been here, you’ve found out the following.
One, the true “Impostor,” had descended here long ago.
Two, they weren’t an animal.
Three, you did, in fact, have a human form, but felines are your ‘Symbolic Animals,’ odd, but you’ve always been a cat person. (You did figure out how to turn back into human, but you didn’t have clothes and turned right back into a cat.)
Four, you can control the different elements; So you decided to be chaotic and make a cat friendly base in the trees and ground so no one would find you.
Five, the mobs didn’t attack you.
So far, when someone’s seen you, you’d bolt. But now, you have a proper escape plan! So, you started working. Of course, you struggled, after all, you weren’t exactly used to being a cat yet, or using the elemental powers. But you managed. 
Thankfully, Tevyat helped you, making sure you found fresh and clean water; giving you cat-friendly fruits to eat, or letting you catch big fishes; making sure the waters were calm if you tried swimming; and the winds gently blew you dry after.
But after a few months, you made a very small cave system for cats, or bunnies now that you think of the size, to travel through. You didn’t fully understand Dendro enough to make a tree base.
More time passed, as you lived as a cat. You didn’t care to keep up a ‘good appearance,’ why should you? You’re a cat in the forests near Mondstadt, staying alive was more important for you.
Time actually was passing so fast because you were so used to your world’s time. So, you didn’t really eat or sleep like the others here. So before you could process, a year had gone by... 
You spend that time playing; chasing seelies, napping with slimes, and visiting some Melusines in Fontaine (Them not telling anyone your the Creator). Letting the hilichurls braid your now fluffy and long fur. 
And you were getting homesick; yes, you were having fun... But you missed your parents, your older brother, your friends... Hell! You missed school, as crazy as it sounds...
No one here called you by your name... No one looked at you... No one thought anything of you now... But it was your face and name being taken by that person... 
You shake yourself out of your thoughts, angrily... You didn’t like this as much as you thought you did... You enjoyed being free and not being hunted down... but you wanted to talk to people...
But you joined your favorite Hilichurl Camp, joining in with the fire dance. You were invested into the dance as you breathed Fireballs, of different shapes, into the night sky; Thankfully, not harming any trees, or wildlife.
But, barely missed the boy who was acting like a wolf-... Wait!?
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Thanks for reading!! Sorry for my first post being so short, but updates will be slow... Once again, this was inspired by @idkfitememate please check them out!
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shjiyemis · 6 days
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Urk she's creepy
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naelys-the-aster · 1 year
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Jorrāelagon Zālagon Chapter One
Niece to Otto Hightower, Hand of the King, and cousin to Lady Alicent Hightower, you become ensnared in the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen. After hearing of a sensitive marriage arrangement, you learn the prince is running out of time... and options.
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A/N: pardon the spelling erros im posting this before going to work lol.
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He was known as the Prince of Flea bottom, giving his frequency to the slums of Kings Landing a bold reputation, that everyone knew of. Daemon Targaryen, brother of the king and protector of the realm Viserys Targaryen.
 Yes, a man who has been given chance after chance at redemption by so many more than he could count. Shaming his family with whoring, drinking, and other debaucheries that would rather be unspoken, this was a man whom you at first feared. You had exchanged glances and small words around the castle with the prince in the past. With time you learned that the prince was not volatile or aggressive as many have described, at least he hadn’t been with you. Both of you became somewhat acquainted outside the court, you had even given him your favor at a tourney a few weeks prior, rewarding you a quick smile which flashed only for a second from the proud man.
Eventually subtle gestures came from both parties, small gazes caught from across the halls, eyes watching each other while in conversation with another, A smile followed by a nod, small acts of chivalry, holding doors for you, asking for your favor on occasion, small talk when your uncle would bring you to royal dinners and hunts. As the familiarity with your close- even best friend- Rhaenrya and her family became accustomed to you, so did the Rogue Prince.
It was even on occasion he would gesture to you to follow him for quiet stroll through the many gardens of the keep, discussing matters of gossip and opinion, of which you learned the prince has a special humor about him, and this is what assured you that you could not possibly be on his bad side.
He was such a mystery to you, a man who treats you with chivalrous intent, but then is the man accused of bedding most of the brothel women in Kings Landing and killing men with ease. It was conflicting to understand if he was an acquaintance, a danger, or a superior at times.
But now you stood next to Lady Alicent Hightower and her father, the hand of the king, and your uncle, Lord Otto Hightower. It was early, and dawn was peeking through the intricate windows of the throne room. This meeting was called out of nowhere but seemed your Uncle Otto nothing of a surprise. You remained silent waiting for whom ever would walk through the door of the keep into the throne room. Whom ever it was... the king was not happy.
You could hear him, you could tell his foot falls, from a distance you could hear him muttering curses mixed with Valyrian under his breath, the voice Daemon Targaryen rang in your ear. The Prince of Flea Bottom.. the Rogue Prince as many others referred to him, but never had you experience the reckless and dangerous side of the prince. You were learning, chaperoned by your cousin Alicent, whom did not at all favor the white-haired prince.
The creaking of the heavy doors closing snapped you from your thoughts. You perked your head up to see him. Disheveled, his long hair knotted, his white shirt torn and stained with dirt. It was clear that he hadn’t been brought here upon his own free will.
He stood with his arms out, slowly walking his way down the aisle to face the iron throne.
“Now, now brother, what have I done to disappoint?” His voice rang mockingly, and the king could obviously tell this was a game to his younger brother.
You held your breath, Daemon’s voice was surly, tickling the ears of those who listened, as if he hasn’t been called into be reprimanded. The king’s eyes fell very serious, though he slouched his shoulders heavily and shook his head.
“What is this madness I am to hear about you Daemon?” The king’s voice echoed behind his own words, filling the vast room for all to hear. Viserys stood holding his sword in front of himself, letting the tip rest on the cement, reminiscent of a cane.
Daemon looked down and smiled, shaking his head, “I do not know to what trouble you refer, your grace”.
Viserys snapped, “Three fires! Three fires set in the slums with many atrocious accounts of you being at the presence of each one! Killing over 300 civilians, for seven sakes!”
Your eyes widened with shock, could it have been Daemon that started those fires?
There was gossip about it all around by now it if had gotten to the king so quickly, but surely you had not expected a line of royal blood to commit such crimes.
Mutters and Mumbles of the maidens and lads of the audience quieted the room as fast as they filled it.
 Alicent looked as if she were to be sick and grabbed your hand. Inside you prayed that Rhaenrya would be on dragon back a few hours longer, as not to witness this.
“I do not understand this accusation, brother, who speaks these rumors?” Daemon crossed his arms and raised his brow, his voice filled with curiosity and a twinge of anger…maybe annoyance? You pursed your lips; you had seen executions performed…carried out for the slightest of things. Suddenly you found yourself in a position of fear for the young prince.
Otto Hightower quickly stepped forward drawing all eyes of the court to him, “The crown has it’s reliable informants, and this one in particular has always been forthright and precise.”
Daemon laughed and Viserys gaze hardened as Daemon spoke, “My dear brother, If I were to burn down anything, knowing Caraxes..it would be far more than 3 buildings and many more than 300.. you listen to a person with no credibility to such allegations- So what have you? Have me killed over gossip from the same peasants that tell tales of living in the eye of a giant, of grumpkins, snarks, and ghouls.” There was a long pause, and your hand was gripping Alicent’s.. rather tightly, and to this she took notice, giving you a questionable stare. You looked down and only listened.
The king sighed heavily, turning his back on his little brother and taking his place among the iron throne.
His voice boomed loudly, “Leave Us, All! I wish to discuss my brother’s punishment alone!”
With that, in an instant people began clearing out into the hall. The masses moved like a river to the sea, in that current of calamity you lost Alicent... you waivered in balance as you made your way across the moving masses of people. Maybe if you could just wait until most of the people are through the threshold, then it would be easy to navigate your way back to your cousin. People bumping into you, knocking you off balance, all because the king was so furious with his heir. Quickly you grabbed the rounded stone pillar and kept behind. You can just follow the end of the crowd through the doors easily- or that is what you hoped.
You couldn’t recall in that moment if you had waited behind the massive stone pillar too long or if curiosity had grabbed whole of yourself. It was when you heard the large doors shut behind you, you snapped your neck to look over your shoulder to see the guards had also exited the Throne room and it was only Viserys, Daemon, and... you.
This situation had become real, if you were to be caught here, eavesdropping on sensitive information- well it could possibly be a death sentence, and you silently curse yourself, how could you be so reckless? So stupid to do something this dangerous over a curiosity! Carefully you crouched down out of view and did what you came to do, you listened closely.
“Daemon-“
“You actually believe that I burned down those buildings, brother?” Daemon’s voice held great offense.  The weary king sigh loudly and peaked around to see him holding a hand to his brow in frustration.
“I- I want no more of this foolishness, No more of these unbecoming behaviors in Flea bottom, you are a representation of what could be the greatest dynasty since Old Valyria,”
“Yes my –“ Viserys continued, not paying mind to Daemon’s words.
“It is time for you to marry, maybe a wife and child will calm you and your mischievous habits. You are you marry in the fortnight”
Though his back was facing you, you sensed dismay in the prince as his hands fell to his side.
“Let me guess, you’ve chosen a Velaryon I can bed with a child, to keep the bloodlines of the dragon and the sea snake intertwined?”
He sounded so.. upset by marriage? Death is surely more permanent. You felt you face twist in confusion.
Viserys laughed loudly, “You think the Velaryons want their daughter wed to a man who spends more time in brothels, than at council meetings?” With the sarcasms came a silence from Daemon, who obviously is opposed to the proposal indefinitely, his words must’ve caught in his throat.
 He probably was thinking of how he could scheme his way out of this.
He could run, got to Braavos or Pentos, travel the red waste, he could exile himself, he could kill Otto Hightower and every little rat spy he commands… But- the king, of course, would not allow this, his word was law. It felt like a lifetime since you had taken your eyes off the defeated prince and the righteous king, it actually hurt to blink, your eyes they were so dry. Seconds felt like minutes that turned to hours before Daemon finally spoke up,
“Who is my betrothed?” a flat plain tone felt from his lips, and this was anything but a stark contrast in your heart racing and sweaty palms. The gossip was just as juicy as when the ladies gossiped at Rhaenrya’s name day feast, and this was the peak of it. Heart pounding, blood pulsing through your head, you could feel your heart the beating drum that thundered into your core.
And the king spoke.
 “You chose brother, but if you have not made a choice by a months’ time, you are to wed Lady Rhea Royce heir to the Rune Stone and Lady of the Vale. This matter is finished.”
Silence was all that you could process, your small hands place in front of you as you crouched to the stone floor and leaned over to peer at the two royalties ahead. Daemons hands were bawled into tight fists and his eyes had been locked on the ground before him.
“Go, find a woman of honor to wed, and be done with your foolish games.” Viserys spoke turning from the angered prince and letting his footsteps echo behind him as made his was in your direction. You pulled your body behind the large marble pillar and hitched your breath in your throat as the king passed briskly flinging open the doors.
Nothing but the echo of the large wooden doors shutting could be heard. You again craned your neck from behind your cover peeking around again to see Daemon was still in his place, his eyes still glued to the floor, and his fists bawled even more tightly. He turned swiftly and you froze in shock. His ice lavender eyes cut through your golden orbs immediately. You let out a quick gasped and hid once more... though it was of no use, the Rogue Prince had already seen you were here.
His footsteps were loud..but slow, as if he wanted you to know that he had seen you, or known you were there the whole time…and that you had heard the conversation, that not even the kings closest protector did not even hear. So, you hugged your knees to your chest.
‘This is bad, this is bad, this is bad’ reality was beginning to collapse, this was bad, eaves dropping on such a matter was punishable… and the lords know what punishment could be fall you, your uncle, your cousin. Hot tears pricking at your eyes, one tear falling for each echoing footstep of the Prince. You had never been in any trouble of this kind, your uncle would be furious to find out his niece was partaking in actions that could be spun as treason.  You buried your head in your knees and began to tremble. The prince’s brutality and wrath was widely known, and for listening into a private matter... what horrible thing would he do to keep you quiet.
‘Father I’m sorry, Alicent I’m sorry, Uncle Otto I’m sorry, Rhaenrya I’m so sorry-‘
“Come, my dear.” his smooth voice cut through your frantic thoughts causing you to lift your gaze to stare upon him. It had been a while since he addressed you as My dear. It was soothing but frightening to be addressed as such especially in this situation.
He stood over you like a giant, his shadow enveloping your small form. Though his face held no anger, his presence was overwhelmingly authoritative.  The tears fell from your cheeks as you expected him punish you on the spot.
“Don’t cry, my dear.” Daemon purred as held out his hand so you may pull yourself off the floor. Rattled by this unexpected show of…well, nonaggression you shakily took his hand, and he lifted you from the cold stone floor on to your feet.
Your eyes, glassy with tears met with Daemon’s and you began to stutter out an apology “M-My Prince I- I-“
“Hush, let us get you back to your lady cousin.” His voice was calm, quiet almost... as if he had not just been publicly humiliated by an audience. The corner of his lips were turned in a slight upward smile as he began to walk, still holding your small delicate hand in his, forcing you to follow. Maybe he enjoyed the attention.
“I’m sorry my Prince.” you blurted out as he opened the doors. Though your apology had no recognition, but instead a reply you didn’t expect.
“I’m sure it was somewhat entertaining for you, I would have done the same.” He let go of your hand resting the behind his back as both of you walked down the halls approaching the garden of the Godswood.
“I will not speak of what I heard.” You say looking down, you could not tell if he was upset.. he just seemed…tense.  Daemon had a way of showing authority but also concealing emotion along with it.
“Usually men are put to death for crimes I have been accused, but instead I am committed to a life sentence.” This was strange, you alone with the Prince, strolling about the garden covered with the crimson maple leaves that had fallen as if it was just another morning.
“You believe marriage is worse than death?” You asked a look of confusion consuming your expression before you could possibly reel yourself back. Daemon laughed as he approached the large Maple tree.
He leaned on the tree’s large trunk and crossed his arms over his chest directing his eyes at you. “Depending on whom I wed, yes, death would be the equivalent, but my brother rather have me wed to the fairest of maiden, rather than fuck about Flee Bottom.”
You took a seat next to him as he stood once again beside you, towering almost. His language caught you off guard every time you found yourself around Daemon, Alicent had never used such profanity, nor had your Uncle Otto, it was like an entirely new language to you. You crossed your legs and let your hands fall into your lap.
“You will find you betrothed soon.” you smiled looking up at the white-haired man, but he scoffed a smirk plastered on his face.
“There is no one in these seven kingdoms I could think of, the bronze bitch of Runestone will be overjoyed, I’m sure of it.” His voice dripping with sarcasm as he pushed himself off the trunk of the tree.
“You do not intent to find a wife?” Your voice carried concern, Daemon let out a long sigh and uncrossed his arms. “Marriage is but a political arrangement, nothing more.” You felt your shoulders slouch and the thoughts of whom you would be betrothed to started to seep from the corners of your mind.
“So even if you wed..will you not be faithful to you beloved?” You covered your mouth quickly, wishing you could somehow suck the words back into your mind. Daemon looked down at you from where he stood… he was deep in thought. But it would be his answer that would ultimately disappoint you.
“I will fuck whom ever I please. Wed or not.”
So, he wasn’t a faithful man, for some reason- not one you could pin point- you felt a great sadness. Did all men have such a crude viewpoint? You pursed your lips not knowing what to say until the words came out “Well my Prince, you have one month to choose, it seems to be you have a great choice to make as any woman would be honored to have you in their bed.” the sadness in your voice was easily disguised with a smile.
 Had what you just said to the prince been an outright lie?
 Probably.
Daemon brow quirked up as he spoke, “You think so?”
Maybe this was a moment in time that you should appreciate, the prince was speaking of private matters of the crown specifically with you… and all your mind could do in this moment was pass judgement, an unfair judgement at that. You stood up to face the prince as he made his way in front of you.
You shouldn’t be so critical, “Yes my prince, your wife will fawn over you as the maidens of the court do.”
Daemon giggled at your words. As if it was a punchline to a bad joke.
“ouch?”
“Yes I’m sure she will be honored to receive me,” he muttered stepping closer to you. H
esitantly you stepped back until you back hit the hard exterior of the gods wood.
But he did not stop, he came closer…and closer, so close you could faintly smell the scent of Pine, Sandalwood, and smoke on him.
Inside you were afraid but you didn’t know why. He wouldn’t put his hands on you…would he? Was this some false sense of security he lured you into, just to punish you with his own hands? No. Daemon leaned into you placing his arms on either side of your head locking you into direct eye contact with him. He leaned closer letting his breath tickle you ear.
“in my bed.” He whispered.
His light lavender eyes pierced through your widened orbs, seeing into your soul. You felt a shiver run down your body as he brought his hands to his sides. You didn’t know how to…. Well… act or even if you could stutter out a reply. Before you could Daemon grabbed your hand gently pulling you forward away from the tree.
“I will accompany you to your chambers my lady, Lady Alicent should be awaiting you, and of course I do expect you to keep today our little secret, yes?”
Nervous, that’s the word that would describe how you felt. This felt like you had somehow made a deal with the devil…but there was no devil, just Daemon.
“Y-yes my prince-” you stuttered as you nodded your head repeatedly.
He brought his finger to your lips to hush you,“Daemon, my lady.”
 You felt your eyes widen and you nodded.
 You would not dare tell a soul, it would compromise your high standing position in the court as well as Daemon’s…and this he knew.
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osamusriceballs · 1 year
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Iwaizumi x fem Reader
Warnings: NSFW
Words: ~1,4k
About: A little bet- who can withstand longer?
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Iwaizumi Hajime might seem relaxed and calm on the outside- but you know him better. 
You can see the single droplet of sweat running down his face, the slight shifting in his seat and the constant adjusting of his pants. He’s not calm and collected, he’s rather barely holding himself together. 
Not that you’re any different. 
The idea to get aphrodisiacs and to see what will happen, has turned into a bet of who will give in first, and right now you’re not too far away from forgetting your pride and begging him to just take you on the couch.
This whole bet was just a stupid idea.
“You okay, babe?” His smile is slightly forced, the amount of restrain he’s exercising causing his patience to slowly run out. 
“Sure. Do you mind if I move a little closer? I’m getting cold.”
Lie. 
That is such a blatantly obvious lie, you’re surprised that he’s not calling you out, since your face is burning hot at this point- but it’s nothing compared to the burning between your legs. His broad shoulders shrug, a movement that causes his white shirt to stretch over his chest and you feel like drooling at the view. Iwaizumi is- without a doubt- an outrageously handsome and attractive man- with the dark hair that’s now disheveled because he runs his fingers impatiently through it, his prominent muscles everywhere, that somehow seem to have doubled ever since he started working as a trainer, his loosely fitting grey sweatpants that do nothing to hide the prominent bulge underneath- that seems to be growing while he shamelessly roams his eyes over your body.
Fuck, you need him so bad.
“Of course not. Come here, babe.” He pats the space right next to him on the couch and looks at you expectantly- making sure to linger his gaze at your body when you get up from the other side of the couch and slowly sink down next to him. His tongue darts out and moistens his lips, a simple movement that makes your body burn with more need for him when you think about what this tongue could do to you. How he would make you cum with his skillfully moving tongue, with his long fingers that relentlessly fuck into you, or his heavenly cock that always makes you see stars and cry out for him whenever he fucks you hard with it.
Your legs clench together when you feel the wetness pooling in your panties- they are absolutely soaked by now, and you ball your hands into fists to stop yourself from touching him- or from seeking some relief for yourself, you’re not sure what your lust-filled mind would rather do.
“Babe, if you’re cold, you can just sit on my lap. I’ll warm you up.” His voice is a little raspier than usual, his fists clenching and unclenching every few seconds. His suggestion makes you weak and you eagerly nod and grab his shoulders before you swing a leg over his lap and straddle him, making sure that his crotch is pressing against your wetness. You can feel his warmth underneath your fingers- he’s just as hot as you.
A groan leaves his lips, his hands resting on your bare thighs that are showing now that your dress rode up a bit, and you’re sure that he can not only feel the heat coming from your body, but also the wet panties against his pants. 
“Fuck- Hajime,” you gasp, involuntarily grinding yourself against him and almost crying when you finally get a bit of relief. “So, so good, babe, keep going just like that, that’ll keep you warm,” his head falls back, and his hands move to your ass to support your movements and press you down just a bit harder- just to make you feel his hard he is for you.
“Is that cheating? I know we had a bet, but let’s just keep going for a bit.” You close your eyes when you hear him groan again, his words reaching your ears, but you don’t really care at this point. You would agree to anything he says as long as he lets you keep going, your body feeling like you could cum at any second- which would be quite embarrassing because you barely even started dry-fucking. Iwaizumi is too hot for you to take, and the aphrodisiac is taking a tool from you.
“Hmm, just a bit foreplay,” you gasp when his hand suddenly let’s go of you and spanks your ass hardly- and immediately comes back for another harsh slap. Your breath is irregular, and your heart is heavily pounding in your chest when you open your eyes and meet his dark and stern gaze. “Okay. Just a bit foreplay.”
You nod hastily, only now realizing how your hands have been clawing into his shirt and crumbling the fabric- but you know that he doesn’t care about that. Not right now, when his erection is hardly pressing against you, his muscles all tensed while he slowly grinds you against him. You whimper when his cock rubs against your clit through the fabric of his pants, that are now stained with your arousal. It feels so good, so good-
Your head falls forward and rests against his shoulder, your body aching with need in every single fiber. It feels like you’re burning, it’s all too much for you to take- until you feel him lean forward and moving his hands to your back. “Just a bit foreplay,” he murmurs and rocks your body against his, grinding and pressing your hips harder against him, until you move more vigorously in a pace that you know could make you cum- and him too.
“Yes, j-just foreplay, Hajime,” you whisper against his neck, and you feel him shiver when your breath meets his skin, his fingers now digging deeper into your hips. Your moans get louder, and his cock twitches repeatedly in his pants- a clear indicator that he’s getting closer- and you rock yourself even harder against him. “Hmm, babe, just like that. You look so pretty when you sit on my cock.” His words make you clench around nothing, the feeling is more intense than ever, your body shaking when you grab his broad shoulders for more support, when you urge him to help you move, and he sensually grinds you against him.
“Hajime-” you gasp, feeling the orgasm approaching faster and faster, unable to hold back at this point when his cock brushes against your clit again and again.
“Fuck, babe-” he groans your name loudly, and that’s when you feel him abruptly cumming- the twitching of his cock sending you over the edge too, and you cry out when you finally cum, when your body finally releases all the tension and makes you violently grind against him to prolong the high, while he keeps groaning your name and pressing you against him, until both of your bodies relax and calm down.
You sink against him, feeling him releasing the tight grip around your hips only to move up and down on your back gently to calm you down. You feel his cum on his pants, the stain very prominent on the light fabric, but you don’t care about it, and he obviously doesn’t mind it too for now.
He still breathlessly whispers sweet nothings in your ear and holds you close, making sure that you’re okay after the intense feeling- and you’re sure that it was intense for him too. One of the most intense orgasms you ever had- and you both are still fully clothed yet.
“That was... great foreplay,” you gasp when you manage to calm down your breath a bit, but your heart still beats heavily, and you simply rest your face against his chest.
“Absolutely.” He moves his hand to your hair and softly caresses it, but you can still feel him shaking slightly underneath your cheek, and you know that he can still feel the aphrodisiac- just like you do.
“You’re still hard.” You state after shifting a bit on his lap, knowing that he will need to fuck you quite a few times before he will calm down.
“And you’re still dripping.” He is quick to retort, his hands now coming back to your ass to knead the flesh softly.
You lift your head and look at him silently for a few seconds.
“Just fuck me already, Hajime. I don’t care about the stupid bet.”
His lips curl into a grin and he quickly stands up with you in his arms to make his way to your shared bedroom.
“As you wish, babe.”
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999lcf · 26 days
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mudp4wzz · 1 year
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I present you: Peony Rouge (inspired by @candycatstuffs ) but I cant draw Peony's and im kinda sick
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fishy--friend · 4 months
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so I've been reading So you want to be a Demonologist and uhm...
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I got inspired
(Hopefully) more tau stuff to come?
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a la @frogayyyy​ 
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y-love-gothic · 2 months
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vesibaby · 1 month
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After seeing @starshinesims "Can I Call You Rose" post I just had to make a sim with the new vitiligo skin details. This sim is heavily inspired by theirs. Thank you for sharing the skin details for that Gorgeous sim.
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craftyjellyfishcat · 4 months
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Lego Movie: Taken!
( King Dad Au belongs to @t-ggs96)
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All of Bricksburg was celebrating, they were free. Lord Business had been reformed and now creativity was able to flourish now.
Surely nothing could go wrong, right?
Well things did.....go wrong
Suddenly strange ships came and put strange alien creatures down onto the road in front of our heroes "We are from the Planet Duplo, and we are here to destroy you!"
"Oh man"
The citizens began talking amongst themselves, about the strange beings as Wyldsytle came forward, itching for some action "Well you're going to have to get past us!
Batman got his batrangs out "Specially me!" Unikitty was also ready to fight, getting her angry form out "oh it's on!"
"Yarr!" Metalbeard went forward, smacking poor Vitruvius away possibly to the other side even, the master builders were ready to play rough.
Except for Emmet, who put his arms up to halt the brewing brawl "Woah guys, we don't need to fight anymore! Let me handle this...."
"Emmet, I don't know"
"Trust me"
Brickowski walked slowly toward the aliens, trying not to be threating "Hello Vistors from another world, you are just as special as all of us"
To prove this, the special took red, purple, pink, orange, and yellow bricks and made a giant heart and got close to the aliens to let them get a good look "Friends" He gestured to himself and the others.
This eased the Legos, Emmet turned to look at his friends with a smile, as the middle alien got really close "See? These guys are friendly-"
Without warning, the construction guy, he heart he made, along with part of the road were swallowed whole by the middle Duplo alien causing the easiness turn into rage.
Lucy ran up to monster, in hopes to get it to spit out Emmet but by the time she reached the spot, the alien had been beamed up to the ship
"EMMET!!!
Just like that, everything blurred around Wyldstyle. The builders began fighting the "Invaders", enraged by Emmet's abduction but Lucy just stayed in the spot where Brickowski was stolen.
After the Duplos left, nothing would ever be the same. Especially with Emmet gone.
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ellivenollivander · 6 months
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OFFICIALLY WRITING AGAIN, YALL. IM BACK
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