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chilei-the-hotsauce · 4 months
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@velnna I SAID I'D PUT HIM IN A MAGAZINE SO I DID
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hakusins · 24 days
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tw // scars, blood, bruises, piercings, cigarettes, a bit of ooc?
man, i love whitney
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c0l0re · 2 months
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A Gerard Keay for your troubles
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lunerabo · 3 months
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cold grey winters
cw: sub!top!Gojo, dom!bottom!AFAB!Reader, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, p in v, partially clothed sex
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There’s a kind of mild misery present on days like this. Pale skies stretch endlessly beyond the barrier that keeps you from freezing, and the view would be lovely, if going outside was comfortable enough to enjoy it.
The heater’s broken, and you’re surprised the layer of bitter frost on everything outside hasn’t crept into the house and settled on your floors. The lack of the joy of snow despite the temperatures would make matters worse, if not for the wad of it that peeks out from underneath the heavy throw you’ve wrapped yourself in on the couch.
Satoru’s warm, so warm you don’t want to shove him off and get on top of him. You want to be greedy, to curl up and let him cover you whole so you can drift off uninterrupted by violent shivering.
But it isn’t what he wants, this much he makes clear. How he touches your neck with icy fingers, provoking you into doing it back, again and again, an involuntary stupid grin stretching across your face as you wrestle him.
And now you are here, and you knew it would always lead to this point. Snowy hair tickles your nose, warm kisses on your jawline, and you know he won’t let you stay cold.
“I’m really not good at hiding what I want, am I?”
“No, you’re not.”
He pouts, offended that you agreed, despite asking the question himself.
“You could’ve at least lied and made me feel better about it.”
But he continues, the exchange only a small slip up, now far from his mind. It’s hard to think of much at all when you bare your throat for him to kiss like that. His shoulders rolls as he shifts above you, the unoccupied hand making its way between your thighs with no intention of being subtle. Shockingly cold air hits you as the fluffy throw slides down his back, having made a few too many movements under it.
But before you can open your mouth to complain, he’s yanked it back up over his shoulders, it a little excess draping over them so it doesn’t happen again. Seems he was just as affected as you, for you slide your hands up his back to find raised hair and goosebumps.
“Come on, let me do it. You’re cold, right? I can fix that.”
“If you let that blanket drop again while you do, I’m kicking you off and stealing the whole thing for myself.”
He grins, a nod of acknowledgment, before continuing without a hitch.
He’s a little disappointed to find that you’re not exactly wet, but he can’t blame you for that, he’s not terribly hard either—the both of you are a bit too cold for your bodies to want to do anything but curl up and shiver—but he knows he can change that.
He slithers underneath the throw, pulling it upward a few times to make sure it doesn’t fall off of you, before tugging your jeans past your hips, a gap only just big enough to fit his head into.
A flat, hot tongue presses against you, and you lurch in surprise. You don’t dislike this, not being able to see what he’s doing under there. Something about him also being unable to see you, too, has you canting your hips up towards his face for more.
You grow warm as he knew you would under his tongue, and you reach under the blanket to grip at his hair. He whispers something to you, but it’s muffled, and you’re too distracted by him pulling your pants the rest of the way down so he can get between your legs more comfortably. A violent shiver races through you, arctic air on your skin. But he descends again, warm shoulders replacing the warmth of your clothes, and his mouth latches on more firmly now. Your legs squeeze around his head, and he moans, low and brief, straight into your cunt.
Clever, you think, realizing what it is he’s doing under there. He thinks if you don’t see him, you won’t catch him fisting his cock like his life depends on it. And you almost didn’t, not with his other hand now hard at work plunging fingers deep into your cunt. Curling within you so deliciously. But he’s doing a great job, and you’re enjoying yourself too much to get on his case for it.
He’s hasty, desperate, as he crawls back up your body, your slick running down his chin. That familiar snowy hair peeks out from under the blanket, tangled and frizzy, and his cock presses insistently against you.
“Please,” he breathes, and you deny him. He ruts against you, bare and slippery between your folds, and it doesn’t help him one bit.
But you’re enjoying yourself. You want more, of course, but you’re so wonderfully cozy here, all fluffy hoodies and warm couch pillows. This, with the beautiful man above you and the heavy throw draped over his back, caught on the hood of his sweater, makes for a strangely soothing atmosphere. So you bask in it, and you make him wait while you do.
You push down on him once you’ve finally had enough of waiting, and he presses into you hard but not rough. Your breath wavers, and your icy fingers weave into his hair.
He moves his hips slowly, lazily, burying his head in your shoulder and muffling his humming in the folds of your clothes. He’s surprisingly quiet. So are you.
“You’re being… good for me, Satoru,” you remark, as if in disbelief.
It’s almost like he crumbles right then and there, like every little bit of tension in his muscles has suddenly eased and settled like a heavy sigh. He ruts into you slow and insistent, pressing sloppy kisses to your jaw and ear, arms a cradle beneath your back.
A long, drawn out groan, wavering with each firm buck of his hips against yours. The sound makes you tremble around him, and you know he feels it, or else he wouldn’t pick up the pace.
A pause, for just a moment, to tuck the blanket in tighter around the both of you.
Your eyelashes flutter against his cheek, breath hot on his ear, and the hand gripping the back of his sweater for dear life finally lets go, only to push at one of his arms. A wordless demand for him to finish you off. You leave no room for misinterpretation. A hand warmed from being beneath your back slips between you, and you press his thumb on your clit. Your reaction is instantaneous.
Satoru hunches over further, his forehead rested just above your collarbone, and he whines, and the hand that drives you up the hill trembles in his quickly diminishing ability to control himself.
You barrel past the point of no return with him close behind, the heat blooming within you and running down your thighs and onto his.
You grin, sighing, petting his hair as he settles into a comfortable delirium in the dazzling afterglow.
You thank every star in the sky that you can come back to your senses quickly.
“Get up.”
“What, you don’t want to stay and cuddle?”
“No, we don’t have a towel under us or anything. Get up. Now. If it gets on the couch, we are burning these cushions.”
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artandbrimstone · 3 months
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something inside you is breaking
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natelia-aldelliz · 10 months
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Hi I briefly found my motivation again so here you go <3
Sorry for disappearing for so long, I was back on my bi-yearly hyperfixation on dragon age which for me means a lot of maths and I'm bad at maths so my brain fries a little more every time.
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plantdyke · 8 months
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BOOM HEAR THE BASS GO ZOOM
(click for better quality 😇)
Bonus:
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I am SO late for this meme asdkhfdafd
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burninface · 29 days
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when your boyfriend ask for nude pic but you are still mad at him
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badshipshitblog · 3 months
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cuddle
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jaarijani · 5 months
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god i wish that were me
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reinmeka · 2 months
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it's that guy
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calithso · 1 year
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i just think they're neat :)
@infamous-if
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antisocialxconstruct · 6 months
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I've been thinking a lot about art and why it doesn't feel good anymore, and a lot of what I keep coming back to is a) simply not being happy with my style, but b) not feeling comfortable experimenting because I feel like I need things to be """post worthy""" 🙄 so like... it's kind of a vicious cycle lmao so I'm heeding the advice I used to give people trying to overcome perfectionism which was "don't worry about making things that are 'good enough' to post and just post everything."
So... some vague style experimenting 🤷‍♂️ and also a sketch of Ilya from forever ago that I really liked but kept thinking I would come back and do more with.
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orionis13 · 9 months
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Brk au edyn for quek’s dtiys!!! When will my love return from the war <333
Everyone should go follow @quek-a-sketch bee tee dubs they’re the coolest
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artandbrimstone · 3 months
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choosing which scars to keep.
close ups under the cut
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guard-crane · 2 months
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*INCOMING COMM*
This is a private frequency I’ve sent out across the guards comms. I think I know where to find CT-3996, Tumbler, I’m asking all guards who can to help, I’m asking all Vode who know anything to help.
I’ve left cords on where to find me, now let’s find Tumbler!
Crane put down the comm, all there was left to do was wait. Was crane nervous? Obviously, none of the Corrie’s really knew him yet and he’s asking for their help to find a vod who most think is dead.
He does truly hope help will come, but if not, Crane is fully prepared to go it alone. No matter what Forge says, what he doesn’t know won’t kill him…. Probably.
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