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cornpickerart · 1 month

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My man with his beetles😔🪲✨️

#about to lose my mind still trying to pull for this guy #i wont give up😭😭#himbo of my heart #arataki itto #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #arataki itto fanart #watercolor art #watercolor #art #my art #cornpicker art

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worthlessjunk · 1 year

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hi! I’m not dead!

Coming at you with more Brett! Here’s the nsfw alphabet :)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): Brett needs a lot of aftercare, but he wants to make sure you’re taken care of too. He likes when you run your fingers though his hair. He needs to be told he did well and how he did well.

B = Body part (Favorite body part of theirs and also their fave body part belonging to their partner):

He’s pretty proud of his arms. He likes how they look holding you and he likes how you love them. His favorite part of you is your hands. He loves holding them, squeezing them to know you’re there. He loves how they look on his chest, how they pull on his hair. He loves how they make him submit quickly with gentle touches.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically): Brett has a breeding kink bc I say so. He also loves making you cum. Hearing you praise him and tell him how good he’s making you feel gets him going like crazy.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs):

He’s stolen your panties before

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?):

He definitely has experience from sorority parties. He knows where to find the clit quickly.

F = Favourite Position (This is obvious):

Riding. He loves when you take control of him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous): he tries to be serious, but he’s so awkward he’ll crack a few jokes.

H = Hair (Do they pull it and do they like having it pulled / How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes):

He loves having his hair pulled. He keeps it trimmed and neat. He takes care of himself very well.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment?): He wants you to always feel special and loved, it’s his priority. That doesn’t mean he isn’t up for you destroying him though.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation): sometimes he gets so desperate he needs to. He has a slightly higher sex drive and needs you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): he is OBSESSED with praise (I mean, are we surprised?) any praise sieves him wild. Hearing you call him a “good boy” makes him a mess instantly.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the dance with no pants): the bedroom. It’s comfortable and safe.

M = Motivation (What turns them on):

When you bite your lip. He doesn’t know why but it drives him wild. He thinks about your lips all over him and it’s a quick pipeline to a boner.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): Hardcore degrading. He’s okay with some light stuff, but being called worthless will break him.

O = Oral (Preference on giving or receiving, skill, ect.): He loves giving. He wants to please and loves making you feel good. He doesn’t usually ask for blowjobs but loves getting them.

P = Pace (obvi.): He tries to be slower to savor the moment, but sometimes you feel too good and he can’t help himself but buck into you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often would they partake in one?):

He’s okay with a quickie, but he’s rather take his time with you and soak you in. But any opportunity to touch you is heavenly.

R = Risks (Are they open to experiment, do they take risks): Hes okay with exploring. He’s always wanting to try what you want to try, even if he’s a little nervous.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last):

He can last around 2, he puts a lot of effort in the first time so you are satisfied, so there’s not really a need for a round 2.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?):

Brett has a plug. He doesn’t like to admit it but you hurting that spot in him makes him crumble.

U = Unfair (Are they a tease, if so how much?): He can’t tease for the life of him. The moment you say please he’s giving it to you. He just wants you happy and wet.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): He is a whimpering mess. Brett is very noisy and vocal. He tells you what he loves and when it feels good.

W = Weird fact (Self explanatory):

He’s a sub. A hardcore sub. He can dom, but he loves submitting and being good more than anything.

X = X-Ray (Pretty obvi): Brett’s entire thing is that he’s average. He’s about 6 inches.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive? How often will they want sex?):

He has a slightly higher sex drive. He will have it every few days if you’re up for it of course.

Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards): He always makes sure you’re okay first, but then falls asleep. Mostly because he feels comfortable with you, and safe.

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i-swear-to-merlin · 1 year

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random bbc merlin

Colin morgan as dragoon is definetly in the top 5 things in bbc merlin

Change my mind

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lee-pace-yourself · 1 year

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So I made y'all something...Simply because Lee is unstoppable 👑🔥🤟

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a-lil-perspective · 1 year

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Hunter: My wife left me because I’m insecure.

Hunter: No wait. She’s back. She just went to get coffee.

Crosshair: Go see a vet. You might be a dog.

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tinylilemrys · 2 years

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brennan gave the himbo firefighter a dalmatian steed and everything is right with the world

#ricky matsui #himbo of my heart #dimension 20 #dimension 20 the unsleeping city #the unsleeping city #brennan lee mulligan #zak imahara

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imarvelatthestars · 2 years

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Curtain Call

Pairings: established Wrecker x Reader

Warnings: stupidly cute fluff, some self-derogatory remarks on Wreck's end, making out & implied sexual scenario, a bit short

Notes: I haven't even seen TBB yet, but I've read so many fics and seen so many tiktoks that I've gotten emotionally attached to these idiot boys (I have a filthy Tech fic planned for once I start the show). But Wrecker doesn't get nearly enough love and I wanted to fix that!

It's hard for a man like Wrecker to fit in. He already sticks out among other clones, both in and outside of his batch, not to mention other natborns. He's most at home in a rough environment where he can really live up to his name. He wasn't made for soft things, for leisure or pleasure or gentleness, and he's certainly not made for a place like this, full of art and beauty and wealth. The theatre isn't a place for the beast of burden everyone seems to see when they stare at him open-mouthed and aghast.

He thinks that's probably why he likes it so much. It makes his hackles rise a bit, sure, but even though he's like a tauntaun in a glassware shop, he likes pretending to fit in with all the filthy rich theatre snobs and failing miserably because what they think doesn't really matter at the end of the day. Not with the dazzling star on his arm, the star that outshines everything in the galaxy.

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You've gotten used to the stares, you practically feed off of them now. So when Wrecker takes you to the backstage entrance and gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek in farewell, you pull his mouth to yours before he can leave, hands planted at the base of his head and tongue eagerly licking into his mouth. He makes a rumbling sound deep in his throat that vibrates into your teeth. Then his hands are at your waist, pulling and squeezing and rubbing until you're not entirely sure where his fingers start and your desire ends.

It's a long moment later when you part. His heartbeat is thumping through his blacks and into your fingers (when you'd placed them there, you couldn't remember), your chest is heaving, and Wrecker's mouth is smeared with your lipstick. It looks good on him, stands out nicely against the brown of his skin.

"See you after curtain call," you whisper.

You can hear some of the nearby patrons whispering to each other and even catch a glimpse of a few scandalized faces before you go. Good, you think, let them talk. Maybe they'll choke on their tongues when they realize the star of the show just had hers down a clone's throat.

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It's not the prestige of your performances that he enjoys - he couldn't care less if you were a senator or a field laborer, let alone a performer. It's the delicacy of the events, the gathering of humans and Togrutas and Twi's and Nautolans and Rodians and a dozen others he doesn't recognize for the sake of music and art, the appreciation of talent and beauty, the peacefulness of it all. There's not nearly enough peace in the galaxy and there probably never will be, but at your performances he can pretend. He can lose himself in the fantasy of a simpler life where there is no war, no politics, and you're his woman and he's your man (not a clone or an error, but a man) and he can sit among beautiful things simply because he can.

He leaves a bit before the finale and wanders into the entry where he remembers seeing flowers earlier. He picks the biggest bunch he can afford, does his best to pick the one with your favorite colors and the sweetest smells, and hurries back to his seat with a lipstick smudge still tucked against the corner of his mouth. Even if he'd noticed, he wouldn't have cared. He'd wear whatever evidence of you he could for the rest of his life and he'd wear it proudly, whether it was from the seam of your lips or the space between your thighs, because you chose him. And he chose you. And the entire galaxy ought to know.

An angel, he thinks when he sees you emerge onstage for your well-earned applause, all shimmering eyes and dazzling smile. He's never seen one, has no clue what they look like, but he's heard pilots talk before about "the most beautiful creatures in the galaxy", ethereal, luminous beings with striking features, and he knows they must have all been talking about you. You glow in the aftermath of your performance and the applause and the flowers thrown at your feet.

A treasure, he muses when you come to him after the curtains close and the lights come on. You take the bouquet into your arms, then you take him into your arms, and he breathes in the scent of your perfume, sweat, and the flowers.

"I love you," he says as he kisses you, so tenderly he fears he might collapse under the weight of it.

But you smile up at him, run your hand along the broad expanse of his shoulder. "I love you," you answer. "I could hear you cheering."

"Always hafta cheer for my girl."

And the bashful look in your eyes makes something deep in Wrecker's gut tighten. He can't wait to take you home, lavish you in the kind of praise no audience could ever give. He's an explosion waiting to happen, but you love him for it and that's how it should be.

#wrecker x reader #wrecker tbb #wrecker #the bad batch #star wars #himbo of my heart #i'm not even sure where i was going with this but hopefully people like it! and hopefully it's also vaguely in character

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mazeppafanart · 1 year

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