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tinyundercover · 3 days
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being a writer is so funny. like my hobby is just lying. “the man walked across the room” no he didn’t i just made him up lol
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eggwishing · 1 year
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damn that sucks
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ariennekennedy · 7 days
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wynsvre · 6 months
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welcome to camp half-blood, alternate take
referencing this post, obvs
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theofficialuriel · 2 months
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girls when Han Sooyoung sacrificed 63+ years of her life for kdj and yjh traveled the galaxies for hundreds of years for him but they can’t even get a text back
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puddlestheduck1 · 1 month
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i love that ballister cannonically wears glasses
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look at him, look at the 20yr with his "60yr old dad" reading glasses
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rosedom · 3 months
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i need childe, he literally makes me foam at the mouth 😞 i just know he has some sort of titty (wriothesley and diluc too!!) and I'd eat his ass so good 🙏🙏
he a family man right? Iim giving him a family alright 😚
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"an unnamed player has invited CHILDE to play . . . welcome home, sugar
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ⓘ THIS WORK IS FOR 18+ ONLY
✦ㅤㅤ top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!childe, he's a househusband, nipple play, rimming, anal fingering & sex, spouses !!, breeding kink, creampie .
imagine workin' hard and coming home to none other than childe, your husband, on the living room sofa . . . i'm a slut for househusband childe (tho, he's def more of a slut for you)
"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."
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Thinking about Childe spread out on your couch . . . He is, honest to god, such a tease. He's got his shirt on, of course, but the top buttons are undone, giving you quite the eyeful.
"Ajax." You shut the front door behind you with a click. "What're you up to?" you have to ask him, because it's Childe—it's your Ajax, your dearly beloved.
He smiles. "Nothin'."
"Nothin'?"
"Not a thing, dear." The mischievous little bastard, he is: always acting innocent, when the sprawl of his body across the sofa is anything but.
You say his name again, a quiet, "Ajax," forcing him to 'fess up. You watch the debate flicker across his pretty eyes—so simultaneously dull yet full of something akin to if not love, devotion—, but eventually, he acquiesces.
"I wanted to welcome you home, is all," he mutters, suddenly so uncharacteristically shy—telling you exactly how he feels, tonight.
Tonight, it seems, is going to be fun.
Fun for you, that is; it'll be nothing but absolute ruination for Ajax.
"So open for me," you murmur, you press into his sensitive skin. He cries out at the feeling of your lips brushing his perineum, your tongue dipping into his hole.
He can't help but whimper at the vibrations of your voice against such an intimate spot.
"Please," he says above you, his thighs tight around your head but not tight enough to obstruct his pretty, wrecked voice. You don't heed his pleas; rather, you tongue in deeper, pressing fingers into him next to it. You've got him so wet with your saliva, thick and beading off your tongue.
You lick and kiss and press, opening him up for you—so that when he'll sit on your cock, there'll be no pain, no sting.
Quite simply, you leave him open—open not just for your cock, but for your cum, too.
Then: God, gods, whatever—you don't quite know who to pray to if not Ajax himself, when you've switched places with the man, his holy body sat snug in your lap. He squirms and whines at you, tells you, "Get on with it," but his cock is hard n' leaking all over you.
You coo, "Be patient," looking up at him through your lashes. His breath hitches—you can feel it, his heaving chest presses against your cheek. Your quick grin, there and gone, is Ajax's only warning; because you tilt your face to the side and start to nip (hah) at his nipple.
Each bite is a gentle, teasing thing; each suck is sweet and tender, but makes Ajax's back arch into you all the same; and each lick is so soothing, a balm to his aching nipples.
"Mm—" he mumbles, quite eloquently.
So, "mm?" you mumble back around a mouthful of soft pink skin. He grumbles down at you, lost in the breathlessness of his voice.
You pull off his nipples with a quiet pop. "So," you begin, wrapping a hand around his neglected erection and delighting in the way his mouth drops open, kiss-bitten lips a striking red against his pale, flushed cheeks. "Gonna ride me, sugar?" Your other hand squeezes his hip; the cool metal of your wedding ring presses so perfectly into the divots of his skin, like he was made for you—made to marry you.
Ah, but it's hard to be sappy, you think, when you've got the heavy weight of your husband sinking onto your cock, lube-slick and achey, just like his own.
"Easy now," you have to whisper. Your husband is an overeager one, so quick to please; you think, then, that it is time you please him, in turn. "You feel so good on my cock, babe."
He'll adamantly deny it tomorrow, the way he whines and clenches around you at your words. "Please," he begs, too, another thing he'll so readily deny.
What he won't deny, however, is how much he wants a family—with you, especially.
"P-please," he begs, his arms wrapped tight around your neck as you've got his legs pressed to his chest, calves hooked over your back, "Breed me, please, wanna—" he hiccups here, a small, pitiful thing, "—wanna be full."
"Is my cock not filling you enough, baby?" He cries out at a particular thrust—tender but deep, budding up against the sensitive swell of his prostate. "How disappointing."
"No, no—!"
"What is it then, 'Jax?" You lean down and lick at his nipples, swollen and sensitive from your earlier teasing. Ajax whimpers, pressing your head further into him and seizing up around you—but he doesn't fall over the precipe, not just yet.
With a breathless whine, he begs, again, "Fill me up—your cum, please. Breed me—!"
Dear, dear Ajax: husband of yours, light of your life . . . man you so dearly wish to start a family with. Sure, you can't actually breed the guy, but hey—nobody said you couldn't pretend, no? Truly, how could you say no to a face like his, scrunched up and tear-stained and begging for your cum, for your seed to take?
"Oh, pretty," you coo, letting his nipple fall from your lips, simply breathless at the heady squeeze of him on your cock. "I'll fill you up, just like you want me to . . ." You pause, though, leaning up and cupping his face, the thrusts of your hips never ceasing. "'Til you're dripping with me."
'Til he's dripping, indeed. You thrust once, twice, and your hips stutter at Ajax's sweet whimpering moan when he cums, himself, untouched, spurting all over his belly.
"So good for me, baby," you blabber, thrusting to let him ride out his orgasm and to bring you to your own. He whimpers quietly, arms tight around your neck, and begs you for your cum, still. "'m gonna fill you up," you say, finally letting your own orgasm wash over you.
He whimpers, again, soft little sounds that make your orgasm ever harder, more intense. You shiver when your cock is spent, oversensitive, and you go to pull out—gently, slowly. A thick glob of cum dribbles past his tender hole, smearing across the head of your cock and his inner thighs.
It's not your fault that you gotta thumb the dripping cum right back into him. He'll mewl weakly, utterly spent, and now you've got a big lap of beefy house husband in your lap <;3
Childe's truly such a family man; you've surely given him that which he craves, already, simply by being holding his hand in marriage.
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anon . . . i want ur hand in marriage. i hope this fit ur vision <3!! diluc and wrio tiddy play in future fics . . .
'nd as for the other requests go: i'm getting there, i promise !!
JAN. 25, 2024. @rosedom, rosey .
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bowandbrush · 23 days
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I drew this as a joke but at the same time it helps me cope
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inthelquvre · 2 months
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OBX TWEETS — part 3
content: jjxfem, teeny tiny rafexfem, sexual jokes, swearing
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krasivaa · 10 days
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A hilarious photo showing Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna of Russia climbing a hill made of snow, while her sister, Olga Nikolaevna is pushing her from the back. Her brother, Tsarevich Alexei, looks at the camera while one of his friends is pulling Nastya by the hand. Their father, Tsar Nicholas II, is looking from the side.
p.s. if anyone knows who the boy is pls write in the comments or dm me (@otmaaromanovas maybe you do tho?)
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mikodrawnnarratives · 3 months
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So my computer decided to crash on me out of nowhere and not charge at all. I can't use that at the moment, meaning I can't use my art program at the moment, also meaning I'm resorting to my cam scanner app, also. Tumblr mobile.
Which includes the ten image limit thanks I hate it I had to do my best to combine what I could lol
ANYWAY
stressed hunter + making out with cryptid bf(s) = :)
Rlly silly idea I wanted to get out, even if it wouldn't be digitally done
I have one more image I'm gonna reblog with this cuz I couldn't get it to fit
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honorarypevensie5 · 8 months
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live slug reaction for nimona and it’s just nimona as a slug watching ballister and ambrosius
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cassketti · 7 months
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CAN YOU UHH SRAW UH adrian shepherd like looking down at the viewer Or somthin uhhh THANK YOUU
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Dorks lol
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murkybu · 2 years
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bdubds elytra action (+ some doodles), totally inspired by @briseise ‘s barn owl design :D
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rosy-crow · 9 days
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@ladythespera Your post made me laugh too much and I rewatched the scene and now I can’t get it out of my head help
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97b0n3s · 30 days
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It’s funny in the Shatner ‘you can call me bill’ movie the minute he brings up love they show a clip of Kirk and Spock holding hands in TMP😭
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