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He's a God, He's a Man
[A/N: This… is filth. Absolutely shameless PWP (there’s a hint of plot for context of their relationship if you squint). Thomas Shelby could literally step on me and I would apologize for being in the path of his foot tbh.]
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Thomas Shelby is many things- ever intelligent, inexplicably cunning, unfathomably brave, sinfully wicked, and the luckiest son of a bitch in the Peaky Blinders to walk around with a spitfire of a woman on his arm every day and take her to bed every night.
“That’s enough outta you now!” Your sharp reprimand carries over the din of the tavern, piquing Tommy’s interest. Casually enjoying his first love, aged Irish whiskey, as the hopeful business associate before him prattles on about his prize-winning horse, Tommy subtly knocks twice on the wooden doors to the window hiding the private room from the remainder of the Garrison.
One of the barmaids eases the doors open so Tommy can get a view of what’s going on, ducking her head in deference when he waves her away, his use for her satisfied. A sleazy looking man with an even sleazier-looking shock of hair above his upper lip trails his fingers along your arm as you place a pint in front of him, and your raven-haired lover’s mouth sets into a hard line as he watches the scene unfold. You deflect yet another advance with a swipe of your hand and exaggerated eye roll, and Tommy returns his attention to the man before him, secure in the knowledge that you can handle yourself against the likes of that scum.
Until he hears lousy fuck and useless whore.
Excusing himself from his meeting, Tommy drains the remainder of his tumbler with an eerie calm and rises from the table, opening the door to the main room of the Garrison with the full intention of sending this man to meet his maker.
Your lover watches with rapt fascination as you emit a playful, two-toned whistle before a glint of metal flies from your hand, landing between two of the man’s splayed fingers on the bar top, a trickle of red oozing down the side of his middle finger where the knife Tommy gifted you for your anniversary has just grazed skin. “There’s only one man in this world who talks to me like that and you sure ain’t him, eh?”
He lewdly sucks on the bleeding finger before firing back, “Oh yeah? And who’s that, lovey?”
Leaning against the doorframe, Tommy loudly clears his throat to announce his presence as he lazily strikes a match, lighting the cigarette dangling between his lips and cocking his head in a silent challenge. His icy eyes are trained on the nuisance who won’t take no for an answer and you smirk to yourself, relishing in the power that radiates off of his lithe body. “Why, that would be one Mister Shelby,” you simper, “and he once killed a man for looking at his horse the wrong way. Imagine what he’d do to the likes of you.”
“Shelby? As in Thomas?”
“Ay, lovey,” you spit the term back in his face. “Don’t tell me you don’t know whose pub you’re in.” He swallows audibly and you carry on with a wicked grin. “If you want to walk out of here on your own two legs, I’d suggest leaving right about now.” As the alcohol-induced rose of his cheeks fades into a pallor of fear, you lean in and drop your voice. Tommy can’t hear your final comment, but his lips quirk into a smile at the sound of your warm laugh ringing out across the Garrison as the man topples off his stool in his haste to escape from your presence.
Flicking the match he was playing with to the floor, Tommy makes his way over to right the fallen seat before taking up the vacated spot, easing the knife out of the wood and tucking it back into your skirt pocket. “You enjoyed that a bit too much.”
“It would seem I’ve got a little Shelby in me now, eh?” You place two fingers of amber liquor before him, leaning against the bar top on your elbows and coyly glancing down at his lap. “I suppose little isn’t quite the right word, though.”
Tommy swipes a thumb over your bottom lip turned up in a wolfish smile, icy blue eyes crackling to life. “Careful, pet, or you’ll bring Arthur’s temper out.”
Leaning closer and letting your eyes drift closed as the heady scent of Tommy mixed with his signature smoke and whiskey envelops you, you ask, “How so?”
“Because,” your eyes snap open when you feel the rough pads of his fingertips against your skin, the pressure of his grip on your chin gentle yet possessive, “he’ll lose money if I kick everyone out of the pub to fuck you on this bar.”
Snagging the cigarette from between his lips, you take a long drag before sighing contentedly and replacing it in his mouth, his sharp gaze tracking your every move. “I’ll meet you in your office, Mister Shelby.”
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You hear the telltale sounds of the office door creaking open then closing, followed by the familiar padding of Tommy’s footsteps leading him to his desk, fourteen unhurried paces. You don’t dare raise your head or disturb your position, on your knees, palms resting on your thighs, eyes cast downward. Tommy lets out a quiet hum as he cards his fingers through your hair when he walks by- a simple motion, but one that has your blood singing in your veins nonetheless. He shuffles some files around on the desk before settling into the leather chair with a soft groan, casually flipping through the morning paper as he lights another cigarette and the smell of smoke permeates the room.
You try to calm your breathing, to quell the excitement growing in your body at the thought of what’s to come. Out there in the real world, you’re all sharp edges and fiery comments; in here, in the sanctity of Tommy’s presence and his presence alone, you love to give yourself up completely. To let him think for you, to command you, to own your very mind, body, and soul. You live and love to serve him- he’s not just your man, he’s your god, and oh do you love to worship at his feet, to prostrate yourself before him, to pray to his visage.
He merely pats his thigh twice and your body comes alive, fueled by a primal urge to bask in the aura that is Thomas Shelby. You’re by his side in an instant, cheek pressed against the deliciously rigid muscle of his thigh as his fingers knead your scalp.
“Such a good little pet,” he murmurs softly, and your eyes close in contentment as you let out a happy sigh. His fingers suddenly tighten in your hair, yanking on the dark strands until you’re forced to meet his eyes, a hungry wolf gazing down upon his lamb, a reverent parishioner looking up to her deity. “Mine. And only mine.”
“Yes, sir,” you gasp out, but not from fear. You could never be afraid of him. “I belong to you, Tommy.”
He’s caressing your face now, the rough pads of his fingertips causing goosebumps to erupt all over your skin that’s already humming from his touch. “Mm. And yet other men have the fucking audacity to touch what’s mine.”
“Maybe they don’t know I’m yours.”
His eyes flash with rage moments before you register his hand around the column of your throat, pulling you up to stand before him. “And just what the fuck does that mean, pet?”
“I only- mean-” You feel your legs growing weak from the lack of oxygen, and Tommy shifts his grip higher, thumb pressing into your cheek to pull you even closer. His breath fans across your face as he growls, “Spit it out, love.”
“I mean that you should mark me,” you whimper pathetically, what was once a dull ache between your thighs now an insistent throbbing. “Leave your fingerprints on my neck. Bite me hard enough to draw blood. Brand your fucking initials into my skin, Tommy.” You hurriedly unbutton your blouse and bare your unadulterated skin to him in offering. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.”
“Now you’ve gone and done it,” he smirks with a slight shake of his head, in awe of your complete and utter devotion to him.
And then he’s on you, pouncing like a hungry predator upon his prey, forcing his tongue past your lips as he undoes the fastenings on your skirt. You help him shimmy the fabric down your legs and rid yourself of your undergarments as well, desperate to feel his masterful hands roving your naked body. His fingers dance along your throat creating a roadmap that his lips follow. You let your head fall back with a whine, granting him access to nip at the soft flesh as you fumble with the buttons of his vest and then his shirt. Tommy pulls away from you to shrug his upper layers off, and you take advantage of the momentary reprieve from his sensual assault to trace the sun rays on his pectoral muscle with your tongue as the ink is revealed to you.
He releases a breathless chuckle when you moan at the taste of his skin and asks, “Ready to put that quick-witted mouth of yours to good use, my girl?”
Pressing a final kiss to his chest, you pull back and nod with a smile, legs parting instinctively when he eases you backwards to sit in his worn leather chair. You let your hand fall between your thighs to spread the wetness growing there with every passing moment in Tommy’s dominating presence, coupling a pout with an indignant whine when he takes his cock out and strokes it languidly just out of your reach. “Come closer,” you beg, saliva pooling in your mouth at the mere sight of him.
“Stop touching what’s mine, brat,” he orders, eyebrow cocked and gaze trained on your fingers as they slide between your glistening folds. You emit a huff before dropping your hands obediently to your sides, lips parted and tongue out in anticipation of your reward. Tommy praises you softly, then guides his cock inside your eagerly waiting mouth, placing his hand around your throat and pushing deeper until he can feel the substantial bulge against his palm. You moan and inadvertently swallow several times around him, the twin sensations causing Tommy to release a low groan that sets your nerves alight with unabashed lust.
Placing your hand over his, you tighten your grip suggestively and look up at Tommy from under your lashes. You earn yourself a sinister smile in response, and you shift your hands to the arms of his chair, an open invitation for him to do with you as he desires.
Tommy doesn’t miss a beat, his fingers on your throat expertly placing pressure on the points that have you seeing stars as his left hand tangles in your hair to guide your mouth along his cock. You moan with abandon as he mercilessly fucks your mouth, tears spilling over your waterline to match the drool slipping down your chin. The chair shifts back sharply, protesting Tommy’s frenzied pace, and you hook your fingers into his belt loops to try and steady your body. Looking up, you find the absolute picture of ecstasy, sweat-slicked strands of the brunette’s hair dancing across his forehead in time with the rocking of his hips, his supple bottom lip captured between his teeth just barely muffling his feral grunts. The distinct taste of his precum pervades your senses and a whimper escapes your lips that are stretched comically around his thick cock.
Tommy pulls back abruptly, and you whine his name in protest at the loss despite the stinging sensation in your lips. He admonishes you with a click of his teeth for the bratty sound, tightening his fingers around the column of your throat in a grip that’s sure to leave bruises, just as you requested. Using his free hand to uncurl your fingers from his belt loop, Tommy guides your hand to his throbbing cock. You immediately know what he wants, and a strangled curse falls past your lips. Applying pressure, you twist your hand along the length of him, feeling his cock twitch against your skin and closing your eyes seconds before his cum is coating your face. He releases your throat from his grasp and you fall back in the chair, darting your tongue out to wet your chapped lips and moaning at the taste of his release.
“Thank you, sir,” you offer in an utterly cock drunk haze with a demure smile. Tommy feels himself already growing hard again at the sight of your delicate fingers drawing his cum into your greedy mouth, your chest heaving, face flushed, and legs parted in invitation. He kneels to get on your level and you surge forward for a heated kiss, raking your nails along the shaved sides of his head before tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging sharply. He laughs at your eagerness, a low and dark sound that sends yet another wave of arousal shooting to your core.
“I’m sure you’ve left your mark now,” you speak between desperate kisses, moaning as he breaks away from your mouth to drag his nose along your burning skin. You cry out sharply when his teeth follow the same path, nipping and sucking down the hollow of your throat to the curve where your neck and shoulder meet.
“I’m not through with you yet,” he murmurs against your flushed skin before sinking his teeth into the sensitive spot. You throw your head back with a low groan at the prickling sensation followed by the soothing of his velvet tongue, wrapping your legs around his lower back and trapping him against your body. Tommy can feel the heat emanating from your center, and he mercifully slides his middle finger between your folds as he shifts to mark the blank canvas on the other side of your neck.
“Tommy!” You rock your hips against him, the heel of his hand pressing against your clit, absolutely desperate for release. He adds a second finger, expertly curling them in time with your movements and grinning wickedly at the sinful sounds he’s able to draw from you.
“Who do you belong to, love?”
“You,” you’re panting now, climbing higher by the second. “Only you. You own me.”
The pressure against your sensitive bundle of nerves and the languid pace of his fingers is driving you wild in the most sensational of ways. He licks a stripe up your neck, collecting the sweat beading there before pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. His voice is deathly low when he growls, “Say my name. Who do you belong to, love?”
“Thomas,” you gasp as your orgasm washes over you in waves, your nails digging into his broad shoulders and legs shaking against his muscular back, using his body as an anchor to try and tether yourself to this world. “I belong to you, Thomas.”
“Good little whore,” he praises softly, making sure to hold eye contact with you while he licks his fingers clean. “Now,” he smirks as he tugs on your bottom lip and you dart your tongue out to brush against the pad of his thumb, “we’ll revisit this idea of branding another day, hm?”
You nod bashfully, and Tommy presses a tender kiss to the corner of your mouth before untangling your limbs from around his body. “Bend over the desk facing the door with your legs spread.”
Blinking hazily at him in your post-orgasm stupor, you shake your head, not comprehending his words. “What?”
He leans against the mantel, crossing one ankle over the other as he slides a cigarette out of the box from his pocket. Lifting one eyebrow at you as he casually strikes a match, he speaks around the stick between his lips. “You’re not going to like what happens if I have to repeat myself.”
You scramble to stand on your jellied legs, grateful for Tommy’s foresight to have the desk hold your body up. You tuck your fingertips over the smooth edge of the front of his desk, inhaling sharply as your bare breasts meet the cool wood when you fold in half. You hear Tommy groan softly as he sinks into his now vacated leather seat, and he easily kicks your feet apart to bare your body completely to him. You can feel his hungry gaze on you and the wisps of smoke wafting over your body with each controlled exhale from between his beautiful lips. Closing your eyes, you envision the way he balances the cigarette between lithe fingers, how the tip of his tongue meets the end of the stick before each drag, how his lips curl to clear the smoke from his lungs. Craning your neck to look at Tommy because the image in your brain pales in comparison to the man himself, you all but purr at the sight of him casually leaning back in his chair, one hand cradling a cigarette, the other lazily stroking his rock hard length. Saliva pools in your mouth, and you swear you can taste him on your tongue, feel the stretch of him filling you where you need him most.
His cigarette gradually dwindles until he’s forced to put it out. Still, he remains seated and silent, the very picture of dominance and self-control.
“Tommy,” you finally break the silence, the ache between your thighs having grown into an insistent throbbing, “I’m ready for that little bit of Shelby in me now.”
Instead of the heavy weight of his cock filling you as you’d hoped, you feel the sharp sting of the flat of Tommy’s hand against your pussy, the thick ring on his finger sending a jolt through your sensitive clit. You let out an indignant cry and try to rub your thighs together to alleviate the twinge of pain, growling in annoyance when you’re blocked by Tommy’s leg between yours.
“Little bit?” he mocks from his spot behind you, smoothing his hand threateningly over the globe of your ass. “Shall I get one of my brothers to fuck you, love?”
“My sincerest apologies, Mister Shelby,” you hiss over your shoulder. “I need your long, thick, perfect cock inside me. Please,” you’re quick to tack on.
“Better.” He presses a kiss to your delicate lips before cracking his hand against your flesh. You whimper at the duality of the sensations, desperate to feel his mouth on you again and excited to see the bright red imprint of his hand on your cheek tomorrow morning. The wooden legs of the chair squeak against the floor as Tommy stands abruptly, and you feel the head of his cock press against your entrance. “But next time without the attitude.”
You nod dumbly, overwhelmed by your need for him and ready to vocalize this very thought when a knock sounds at the office door.
“Enter,” Tommy calls, sheathing himself inside you with one sharp thrust as Arthur’s broad frame fills the doorway. Your jaw falls slack and your eyes roll back at the exquisite stretch, a strangled moan catching in your throat.
“You bastard,” the eldest Shelby laughs, “you’ve stolen everyone’s favorite barmaid during the rush of the afternoon.”
“She’s serving me quite well, Arthur,” Tommy cracks easily in response. With the way your man brags about you, you’re sure the three oldest Shelby brothers possess more knowledge about your most intimate bits than even you do, but still you feel your skin grow hot at Arthur having found you in such a compromising position. You try to tuck your face into your shoulder for even a modicum of modesty, but Tommy yanks on your hair and forces your head up as he maintains a steady rocking of his hips, pathetic mewls falling past your lips every time he bottoms out and your knuckles turning white from your tight grip on the desk.
“You realize,” Arthur starts with a wicked grin, “the door says Shelby Company Limited, don’t you, Tommy? And Johnny and I are very much part of this company.”
Tommy barks out a laugh that holds no humor. “You boys so much as lay a finger on my girl and you’ll be in the Cut before your next breath.” The low growl of his voice and his overt possessiveness has your walls fluttering around him, and Tommy folds over you to speak directly in your ear. “Tell him who you belong to.”
You lift your gaze to meet Arthur’s with a gleam in your eye as Tommy picks up his pace, forcing you to raise your voice over the lewd sound of his skin slapping against yours. “I belong to Tommy.”
He gathers your hair into a ponytail, using it as leverage to pound into you even harder and commands, “Louder.”
You barely register the door slamming shut as you clench around Tommy’s cock, his warm release painting your walls as your own juices flow down your thighs and you come undone with the declaration, “I belong to Thomas Shelby!”
He presses a line of gentle kisses along your spine while your body writhes beneath him in the aftershocks of your afternoon tryst. “That’s my girl,” he praises, tenderly stroking your hair. “That’s my good little girl.”
#thomas shelby#thomas shelby smut#thomas shelby x you#thomas shelby x reader#thomas shelby x y/n#thomas shelby imagine#tommy shelby#tommy shelby x reader#tommy shelby x you#tommy shelby x y/n#tommy shelby imagine#tommy shelby smut#peaky blinders#peaky blinders smut#peaky blinders imagine#peaky fucking blinders#more like fucking peaky blinders#literally#i love this man#he could ruin my life#he could step on me and i'd thank him
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Too much work lately, speedy Benn to help the time go by~
#op doodles#op#one piece#benn beckman#one piece benn beckman#he could ruin my life#and I’d let him#I haven’t drawn a mid-point Benn yet so here we go#one piece doodles
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I’m feeling really called out rn
#shidou ryusei#blue lock#just look at him#he’s such a bastard I love him#I sent him to my friend who hasn’t read any of the manga and doesn’t know what’s coming#and that was his response to me😂😭#like it’s true but come on#he could ruin my life#I don’t care
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HIS HAPPY TRAIL…. Good god….
#stranger things#eddie munson st4#eddie munson#eddie munson stranger things#eddie my beloved#i’m in love with him#st4#stranger things eddie munson#i want him in my guts#joseph quinn#joseph quinn instagram#the head id give him.#he could ruin my life#joseph quinn eddie munson
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andrew garfield for gq
i repeat
ANDREW GARFIELD FOR GQ
#don’t read these tags#they’re embarrassing#i’m on my knees#i would do anything for him#i would let him do unspeakable things to me#i would do unspeakable things to him#i’m feral#hes so fine#andrew garfield#gq photoshoot#only him#the way i love him#i’m not okay#i’m not joking#he could step on me and i'd thank him#he could ruin my life#he could fix me#he could do anything to me#i would give my life for him
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the best thing about having a favorite character that gets barely any screen time is when they have a doppelgänger in the show who has a LOT of screen time (bonus points if they’re the main character) and fan art.
#shen qingqiu#original shen qingqiu#shen jiu#svsss#scum villian self saving system#I know he’s a bad person but I think the way he perpetuates the cycle of abuse is very interesting#also I think it’s funny when he’s mean to people !!#I don’t condone child abuse#he is the most beautiful person in the show but he is also the most evil debauched character who has committed countless atrocities#he’s my baby girl#he could ruin my life
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I love the idea of meeting the infamous Halsin your friends boast about, and he’s just smitten with you
Everyone always described him as such a flirt- charming, handsome, the whole package so to speak. Granted you underestimated what they meant when describing how giant he truly is. But most of all, you didn’t expect him to be so.. wonderful.
You knew your friends keep good company, so you expected you’d get along, but you didn’t expect to be sitting next to the giant bear of a man enthralled in conversation for hours. Had it truly been hours? It’s easy to make friends, but more of a challenge to find others you truly connect with, and Halsin was checking off all of those boxes.
And of course, his looks and overall stature combined with this personality make it difficult not to swoon over, but at the moment, you’re too elated simply connecting so well with someone else again. Who else would let you ramble about cute critters for 45 minutes straight?
What you weren’t catching on to, however, was that Halsin was absolutely taken with you. His eyes would drink in your features when it was your turn to speak, a smile stuck on his face as he listened to your nonstop train of thought, rambling on about another fascination of yours. Others tend to find these conversations a bit goofy, laughing them off, but you were invested. Even about the silly little things. And he loves it. He truly feels that he could watch and listen to you for hours and he wouldn’t get tired of your company.
The way his cheeks would flush a warm pink when you laugh at a silly nature joke of his.
How he would feel his chest warm as you seem to unknowingly lean in closer to him, letting your knees touch his without moving away.
Let alone the way his heart would beat faster as you take his hand in both of yours, turning his palm to face upwards as you trace lines on his hands, “I’m serious- you have earth hands”
“earth hands?” he’d repeat with a slight chuckle
“well don’t laugh at me!” you’d reply with a taunting smile, “it’s all in the shape; broad, large, square hands. It’s positive, don’t worry. It means you have strong values, or something.”
“Does it? What else does it mean?”
You’d pause, holding his one (large..) hand in both of yours, “Responsible, practical.” you’d say, your thumb almost massaging his palm. “comfortable working with your hands,”
Halsin’s face would flush again, subtly. He’d notice the way yours does, too, which doesn’t help his ever growing infatuation. His eyes are locked on yours, he’d be happy if you held onto his hand forever. He is almost instinctively flirty, following up with “to put it lightly, I suppose.”
There would be a moment of shy silence. You, trying to hide your embarrassed smirk by staring at his palm longer.
Halsin would be the type to forget anyone else is in the room, lifting the palm from your hand to hook a finger under your chin to get you to look up at him. Even sitting down he’s still double your size. His thumb would graze your lower lip as his eyes gaze into yours.
Unfortunately, there are other people in the room, and they ruin the moment.
“Halsin, have you seen- of course.” your mutual friend would say, rolling their eyes with a laugh. “Stop flirting with my ride home!” They’d tease as they grab your arm and pull you away. You know he’d be wanting to chase after you like some silly romantic novel. Another mutual friend from the group would plop down next to him, smacking him on the back with a laugh. “Careful, your eyes are practically turning into hearts.” They’d taunt. “They’re great, right?”
“An understatement.” He’d say with a warm smile, watching you leave, already hoping for the next encounter.
#I’m sorry I’m such a mess#he makes me so mushy#it’s ridiculous#but I can’t help it#I just want to flirt with him#amongst other things#I love halsin#):#halsin could ruin my life and i’d be fine with it#halsin fluff#halsin headcanons#daddy halsin#halsin x reader#baldurs gate 3 halsin#halsin bg3#halsin
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Probie Buck 🫶
#911#911edit#evanbuckleyedit#buck#911 abc#911 fox#911 on fox#flashing tw#my edit#this w2as an EXERCISE in color correcting#jesus#why is season one so warm???#its funny because the site i got the episodes there's a call for the show in the beginning and the call for the show is color corrected#they so know they fucked up they corrected it apskokasokasokaoskaoksoaks#anyway#hes so pretty i wil cry about it#he could ruin my life and id say thank you#baby boy 🫶🫶🫶🫶#evan buckley
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please... rockstar!sanzu I'll die for that hehe
Rockstar!Sanzu Headcanons
♡ SFW, NSFW, fem reader, groupie!reader, lead singer!Sanzu, breeding kink, soft!Sanzu, slight fluff, praise, drinking, smoking + drug use ♡
note: anon you're brilliant for this 🫶 also I wrote this with the Bonten version of Sanzu in mind
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🎤 Signs his name on your tit because he wants you to get it tatted on
"You'd look so pretty with my name on your body darling~"
🎤 Hard launches your relationship on social media, he wants all his fans to know who captured his heart
🎤 Takes you out drinking with his bandmates after their show
🎤 Gets absolutely wasted and curses them out
"Shut up asshole, I'm not even that drunk."
🎤 Yes he is, please take his car keys from him
🎤 Changes words in his band's songs so they can better match you
🎤 Pops pills before he performs, he says they help him mellow out
🎤 Buries his face in your neck during sex
🎤 Definitely has a breeding kink and begs to cum in you, he considers it super intimate
"Fuck darling, please lemme fill this pretty pussy ♡"
🎤 Teases you when you get needy
"You're so whiny princess, need me to fill you up? "
🎤 Smokes after sex, he'll put it out if you tell him to though
🎤 Likes being the little spoon when you cuddle
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#tokyo revengers smut#tokyo revengers headcanons#sanzu smut#sanzu x reader#sanzu fluff#this man could ruin my life and I'd thank him for it#its not a want its a need#if he was real I'd be doing gymnastics on his dick fr
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Truth and revenge is best served cold.
[First] Prev <–-> Next
#poorly drawn mdzs#mdzs#xue yang#song lan#This comic was another 'almost cut' one but I previously cut out xue yang bartering (threatening) for potatoes so I felt it was justified#episode 2 is so sad and miserable. I am going to do my best by making it a little funny.#Xue yang really committed fully to this new life of his! Don't threated him by trying to ruin it!#I love how he takes the blame here too. Yes he purposefully set up events to cause a divide between them#Yes he attacked SL because it would hurt XXC the most#but hey: that only hurt because he loved SL so much (in whatever form they have)#and SL hurt XXC in turn by sending him away#Xue Yang set it up but Song Lan dealt a blow on his own#XY is still the *most* at fault here but contrasting this with how strongly he justifies his actions to XXC later is very interesting to me#also he did NOT have to villain monologue about all the stuff he made xxc do. He could have just shut up about it#but nah he needs to cause hurt because HE'S so hurt and can't make other people understand him in any other way.
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I don’t know why I bite
#I’ve thought about making this everyday since I saw that one isle of dogs clip#in the bottom scene is when amari realizes everything he did#a scream ripping from his throat while hes trying to rip off his skin and scrub off any blood coating his skin#its the only way he could ever feel clean again#god please forgive me please forgive me please forgive me not again not again not again#nene i said id make a new amari post but i ended up ruining his life again sorry#i wish the sizing was a bit better between both pictures but if i stare at this any longer im gonna rip my eyes out#mysims#sims 4 edit#ts4 edit#the sims community#oc: amari
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Danny, while out exploring the Infinite Realms, gets caught up in a wierd evil scheme to clone...a robin? Okay, strange but hes dealt with weirder stuff. Nothing really prepared him for finding a little newborn baby amongst all the empty pods and computers he was destroying.
He picked it up carefully and soon discovered it was a girl. Phantom, knowing this was very much not a bird, started looking for answers while the baby rested in his arm. Robin turned out to be a kid who looked around eight or nine...or he was just small. Either way he was waaaay too young to take in a baby and anyone who dressed up like a bat and let thier kid run around with them at two in the morning to fight serial killers and terrorists in the city that is the embodiment of late stage capitalism probably isn't a good fit for a child.
So he turned to the child and muttered, "Guess I'm a dad now." before taking her back to the Infinite Realms. He named her Asteria after the greek titan goddess of the stars.
She was so inquisitive and wanted to grab and investigate everything she saw. She was smart and ridiculously bold, almost reckless, which made it easy to pass her off as his and telling his sister that he had a fling with a tourist and she told him the baby was his. He even presented a fake paternity test to her and then silently waited for her judgment.
She just sighed.
Danny didn't hate being a father but man it was tiring. They had moved away from Amity Park after thier parents and Vlaad "passed away" which was code for Jazz murdering them in cold blood after...the incident
He and Sam stopped being friends after they had a bad break up, but Tucker was his best friend, even all these years later. Valerie still seemed to come and go too. Danny was happy just being a single father.
Until it happened.
Asteria started coughing. He didn't think anything of it at first. Kids got sick all the time but...it never stopped. Danny had taken her to doctor after doctor but no one seemed to know what they were looking at. They all said something similar, that it was some sort of genetic disease involving her lungs but they had never seen anything like it.. they even asked to record this for future medical studies. He agreed so long as it was within reason and wasn't invasive.
The cough just kept getting worse until one day she had a fit so bad it sent her to her knees. She had to stay on the ground coughing as Danny frantically patted her back and tried to comfort her. By the time it was over she was sobbing uncontrollably and hugging her teddybear to her chest as Danny held her.
Danny decided he needed to go back to Gotham. If this was a genetic disease then it must have come from that Robin guys family, right? He didn't want to have to go to him directly, it had been four years since he took her and its possible the guy might sue him for custody. Or the Batman will. Or they might kidnap her and he would never see her agia-
Danny took a deep breath. He was not going to talk to the furry patrol. But he was sure that someone in Gotham had to know what this was.
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Leslie got a knock on her window as an ungodly hour of the night. She opened it intending to yell at someone, but when she saw that unique look of desperation on a young man's face while holding a little girl in a light blue princess nightgown the words died on her tongue.
The man said he couldn't go to a normal hospital or doctor as they would have questions he couldn't answer and her sickness isn't something he had ever seen before. She was adopted and her disease was appearently genetic. He even offered to give Leslie samples of his blood for study since he heard she liked to study metas.
She made sure he knew this wasn't necessary and that she didn't want him to feel forced before taking the offered sample.
Asteria began a slow recovery after that. One where neither of them could leave Gotham until she was completely cured. Whats more is that Asteria would need medication for years to come. Money wasn't an issue. Danny would just need to find a reliable form of transport between dimensions.
Unfortunately for him, Leslie discovered the "Altered Lazarus water" in his blood samples and notified Batman.
#fanfiction prompts#prompts#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#batman#robin#tim drake#you could also have it be jasons kid#if you wanted#red robin#danny is just like: oh a baby with no where to go?#danny: well my life is ruined anyway why not add a baby to the mix#danny has self esteem issues#danny wont let batman and birdboy see the kid#custody battle?#if you use jason instead of tim you can say it was jasons angst that made danny not tell him about the baby#cause he would have been a similar age to danny in this#which is 15ish
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hey don't cry. the jeri/rys will never be able to share simple human intimacy. they'll never get to hold hands. why are you crying louder
#im so normal about them!!!!!#<- read one fic that changed his life forever#the axeman is like the minotaur to me#daedelus was locked up in the labyrinth he created yknow#(voice of a guy who is absolutely insane) have you thought about the implications#take my hand. make parallels and be crazy about religion being both the thing keeping them together and the thing driving them apart#boy jerry#girl jeri#nightmare time 2#abstinence camp#definite's ted talks#i could talk about them forever (this is a threat)#my friends are so lucky that they havent seen nightmare time that shit ruins you#you end up thinking about two incredibly repressed christians#im literally insane. do you understand do you understand do you understand do you understand do you understand do you understand do you und#no yeah im not gonna be able to do anything but think about them for a while
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aaron forgiving andrew for killing tilda when he has children of his own because he thinks that if she were around he never would’ve let her meet them.
(and if he didn’t want his children near her, or any children near her, that means that he, as a child, should’ve never been near her. and he gets what andrew did bc he would kill to keep these children safe too.)
#aftg#twinyards#aaron minyard#idk man i saw a tiktok and it got to me#this just makes sense to me#i think aaron must’ve felt a lot of self loathing and a lot of love with nowhere for it to go for so long in his life#that when he sees how vulnerable and precious his kids are it CLICKS#and he has somewhere for all that love that should’ve been for her that she never earned to go#and he thanks andrew for doing his best to keep him safe#and he understands eventually why it was the only option#why andrew didn’t trust cops or CPS#bc he had been burned too many times before and ANY amount of pain is too much pain for a child#and he looks at his children with such love and wonder and he doesn’t get how anyone could want to ruin something so perfect#how anything else could be more important than these children#ever#in other news it’s 2am my codine isn’t working and i wanted someone else to feel the pain i’m currently physically in <3
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Line up to see the biggest disaster duo in the game
#they're so fucking funny istg#like? gale don't lecture him on being an old man#and astarion pls don't egg him on he could cast some wizard spell on you and ruin your whole day#also i adore drawing astarion and his big sad eyes god just let me squish you and let you have an easy life#sorry#obligatory astarion appreciation tag#gale of waterdeep#astarion#astarion bg3#baldurs gate astarion#baldurs gate fanart#bg3#bg3 fanart#doodle#sketch#art#my art#digital art
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Do you think the sleazy mafia eel would catch real feelings for his darling?
Absolutely!!! I like to imagine you give in and text him again because he’s addictive like that, and Floyd’s all smug and playful. So you plan to fuck again, but before that Floyd has to be a gentleman and take you to a nice dinner. He’s so weird (and ridiculously wealthy). You’ll spend half of your situationship going on dates that he calls “hanging out” and then finding yourself fucked incoherent and brain dead. He treats you so good and he’s even better at sex, especially when he’s wheedling you into doing things you never would have done had you not met him. A rare text becomes a monthly thing and then you’re texting him on a weekly basis and Floyd always answers, always entertains you, always fucks you in every way you want.
You become acquainted with his brother, who sometimes picks you up because Floyd lost his license, and the first time you officially meet him, Floyd just had to ask: “You into twins, Shrimpy?” all with the biggest grin while you stared between them in surprise, not having expected they’d look so similar and yet be so different at the same time. Oh, but Jade’s just as smug as his brother, shaking your hand and saying, “It’s a pleasure to meet you when you aren’t half-dead to the world.” What he really means is: “Wow, you have a personality outside of getting fucked dumb! Happy to make your acquaintance.”
Floyd spoils you so much. He buys you lots of expensive stuff and always explains it away with a casual shrug and a “cuz I want to” when you ask him where he’s getting this money from and why he’s buying absurdly priced things for you. You hate to say it, but he’s the most fun you’ve ever had. So when he asks you to meet his parents, your sugary situationship comes screeching to a halt.
“What do you mean?”
“My parents. They wanna meet ya…or somethin’.”
“Why?” You’re horrified that anyone’s parents would want to meet you, but especially Floyd’s! The two of you aren’t like…that. You’re just fucking; it’s not romance.
“Cuz.”
“Cuz…?”
“Cuz they want to.”
You stare at him. He’s so difficult sometimes. Before you can grouse over that, something hits you. “Wait. Have you been…talking to them about me?”
Floyd peers at you. A smile spreads across his face. “I tell ‘em aaaall about how Shrimpy likes it from behind and—”
“Never mind! Never mind! Forget I asked.”
“Mama just assumes we’re a pair since I visited last and she saw these.” He points at the poorly concealed love bites on his neck and shrugs. “I never bring anyone home, but they wanna meet ya anyway. Guess you’re special or somethin’.”
“But we’re not dating.”
“With how often we fuck, we might as well be.”
You intend to retort, but his words have you considering. Dating… You wouldn’t be opposed to it if it’s with Floyd. The two of you know each other well enough to slide into that sort of development. But… He’s still only temporary. He’s not forever.
“We’re not, though,” you say, clipped and cold. “I’ll meet your parents if that’s what you want, but we’re not dating.”
Floyd smiles easily, but it doesn’t brighten his eyes. “Sure thing. Whatever Shrimpy wants. No lovey-dovey dating. Just sex.”
But the engagement ring he’s kept secret for months now says otherwise.
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