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hellsitegenetics · 2 days
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if it hasn't been asked already (sorry cannot figure out how to search)
chapter one of Alice in Wonderland: https://www.cs.cmu.edu/~rgs/alice-I.html
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Closest match: Erpobdella octoculata genome assembly, chromosome: 7 Common name: Freshwater Leech
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By Her Bedside → By Her Side
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twicecreations · 2 days
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two babies !
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groovyace · 23 hours
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oh my god oh my god i love your art so damn much *pulls a jason and explodes*
speaking of the man, maybe a doodle of any of the batsibs talking him out of a dissociation/ptsd/panic attack? ofc only if you feel like it / still take requests / want to, ofc!
i've been following you for a bit now and *explodes again* my heart. your art is just so expressive. brb crying
ANON THANK YOU SO MUCH??? I hope u enjoy!!
The dialogue was written with the intention of it being Dick or Bruce on the phone :>
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Anon I hope ur pillow is cold on both sides and that u figure out how to stop exploding!! 💥🥳
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bpdaily · 2 days
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fav jisoo outfits
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sixleggedboar · 2 days
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Ghost or price with the Bonk or Bonfire Color pallet.
-your local dumbass 🐺
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I’m lovin’ it.
Ended up in the flowTM, so here’s the whole 141.
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swordhound · 2 days
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Can we get Yuri post war too?
they're complete now!!
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pepijopa · 2 days
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pt 2 of the bg3 tav requests 💕
@darkenedurge | @dolceaspidenera @dstantstargazer | @gaismagormfan53
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zealfruity · 8 hours
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For the star wars anniversary request thing, how about either Tup or Dogma as cadets?
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Duo of itty bitties!
Now I have a lot of emotions about Tup and Dogma and their stories again. I am on the floor in pain.
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midastouch013 · 22 hours
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Can you write a sick!Natasha x female avenger reader, where they had broken up (due to Natasha feeling unworthy of being with R so she became distant and broke up with R) Reader decided to also distance herself from Nat to heal the pain she had.
Then one night, Reader is walking past Nat’s door and hears someone hurling their guts out so she walks in and come to find that the redhead has the stomach flu. Reader feels like she’s intruding and it hurts to be near her, so just as she’s about to go get Clint or anyone, Nat, in a weak state of mind, begs Reader to not leave her. Reader too confused by it, but still caring deeply for her, stays after much hesitation and begging from Natasha. So the span of the whole night, reader is taking care of a sick Nat and she confesses to why she broke up with her. LOTS of hurt/comfort and they get back together again.
Love this! I'll try to have this fic out sometime next week or maybe before but no promises
I have started on it though
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Looking in at you through the window of a plane (nopony else can see her)
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What a nightmare at this height
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*slides into your inbox*
hey friendo! ❤️ (i genuinely can’t remember if i sent this already so pls ignore if it’s a double request soz)
just thinking cos it’s almost my birthday if i could request a short prewlow thing pretty please🥺❤️💚 something cute idk i’m bad at requests very sorry
thanks :))
Frotting - Sebastian Sallow X Leander Prewett
🔥 NSFW 🔞 MDNI
Happy Birthday @rypnami! 🎉 I was so happy I could write this sorta smutty sorta fluffy lil piece up on time for you 🫶🏻 I hope you have an incredible Birthday filled with love and joy and friends and definitely lots of Prewlow 💕
Warnings: MxM, frotting, masturbation, handjob, marking, cum licking
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Leander hurried after Sebastian as the Slytherin boy’s stride ate up the distance. He was nervous but if this was to be anything like the last time Sebastian had asked to speak with him, he couldn’t wait.
Sebastian finally stopped in a hallway, peeking down the corridors and upon finding themselves entirely alone he tugged Leander’s sleeve, pulling him into a broom cupboard and locking themselves inside.
Leander gasped when plump freckled lips met his. His heart pounded in time with Sebastian’s as matching freckled hands ghosted down his stomach, untucking his shirt from his waistband and tugging open his trousers.
He groaned into the kiss as Sebastian’s fingers traced delicately down the soft hair of Leander’s happy trail leading to a thatch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. Sebastian groaned against his lips, gripping Leander’s slowly hardening cock in his hand and squeezing lightly.
Leanders hips rolled forward and Sebastian took the opportunity to push him against the wall. His hand made slow teasing strokes up Leander’s erection as his lips trailed down Leander’s sensitive neck. “Can I mark you, baby?”
Leander groaned as heated breath ghosted his neck and quickly nodded in agreement. Sebastian wasted no time locking his lips around the skin above his collar, latching his teeth down and sucking a dark purple mark into pale skin.
Leander bucked into Sebastian’s hand, groaning and whimpering at the intoxicating heat pooling in his groin. A whimper left him when Sebastian released his leaking cock and detached from his neck to admire his handiwork. “Fuck Lee, you look so pretty all fucked out like this and I’ve barely touched you.”
Leander flushed, watching intently as Sebastian freed his own aching erection, stroking it a few times for Leander’s benefit. Leander arched into it as Sebastian pressed his own erection against his, gripping them both in one hand and stroking.
Leander’s head tipped back, a curse toppling from his lips as Sebastian gripped them both firmly in one palm, thrusting himself against Leander. Liquid hot pleasure boiled in Leander’s abdomen, cock leaking precum that only added a delightful slickness to the aching friction between them.
Sebastian groaned in tandem, eyes locked on Leander as he stroked them faster only stopping to squeeze the tip just like he likes. “That’s right, let me feel your cock twitch, baby. Gonna cum while I stroke my cock against yours Lee?”
Leander moaned incoherently, leaning against a stack of crates behind him. Sebastian followed, towering over him, placing a hand on the crates to cage the redhead beneath him.
His hand worked faster and Leander’s hips bucked forward into the delicious friction. Moans and groans of pleasure, hot eager breaths filling the space between them as Sebastian’s fist worked them closer and closer to a delicious end.
Leander bit into his bottom lip, mentally fighting the pressure building, his eyes squeezed shut and Sebastian gave a breathy chuckle, moving his free hand up to press against the dark purple mark just above Leander’s collar.
Sebastian groaned as Leander’s cock twitched in his palm. Leander whimpered, releasing an explosive moan as his cum spurted from his tip, landing mostly on Sebastian’s hand, only adding to the sensation.
Sebastian followed quickly, cumming hard with a deep groan, grinding and stroking himself against Leander’s softening erection. “Good fucking boy, Lee.”
Leander swallowed thickly, looking down to take in the mess they’d made between them. He blew out a shaky breath and Sebastian chuckled. “You always cum so much for me, baby.”
Sebastian lifted his hand to Leander’s mouth and Leander obediently licked the sticky mess from the brunette's fingers. Sebastian groaned, watching to make sure he cleaned it all up before he tucked himself away and placed a hand on Leander’s chin, dropping a long passionate kiss on Leander’s lips. “Till next time, love.”
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tonberry-yoda · 1 day
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Love your writings! Enemies to lovers with our favourite capo? 👀
Enemies to Lovers - Bruno Bucciarati
notes - SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMFG! It's literally been in my ask box for a year dude. It might not be the best and I apologize, but nonetheless, it was still fun. I hope you enjoy, even if it's silly. word count - 861
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You were told to kill Bruno Bucciarati.
It was part of the job. Kill important people, make lots of money. Easy right?
You looked at yourself in the mirror as you tied up your hair and hid a knife in a garter around your leg. You felt… pretty. You smiled at yourself and turned to look at your outfit.
A ball with mafia members wasn’t rare, and it wasn’t rare that you went to them. You had actually met Bruno on several occasions.
It was such a shame you had to kill the poor man.
He was kind. Kinder than a lot of people you had met on the job. Kind, but he hated you. You knew he did. The way he would look at you over his glass of champagne from across the room, you just knew he wanted to kill you.
Frankly, you didn’t like him much either. You weren’t supposed to be kind in the mafia. If he was supposed to be any sort of boss, he should act like one. You were busting your ass just to hope that you would get promoted while he was building his way up dressed like a model.
You felt really good about the night to come. Never had you been so… nervous about a job.
You walked to the car that was waiting for you just outside of your house and you crawled in, thanking the driver.
It wasn’t a long drive, just a stressful one. You could feel your hands shaking. You had done this a thousand times before, so why was it so hard all of the sudden? You took a deep breath as the car stopped in front of a large mansion. You thanked the driver again and stepped out. The knife you hid was still securely against your thigh, so you walked to the entrance without a second thought.
The ballroom was crowded. Full of thousands of members of the mafia trying to make deals and kill each other. The energy was ecstatic. You loved it.
You scanned the room trying to get something. Anything. Any sign that Bruno was there. He had to be there. You saw dozens of familiar faces, so where was he?
“Hello, y/n.”
You nearly jumped out of your skin hearing Bruno behind you. You turned around and smiled wryly at him.
“Bucciarati.” You nodded.
“How lovely to see you.” He smiled.
“You as well.”
“Champagne?” He held out a glass to you with golden, bubbly liquid.
You took it with a smile. “How considerate.” You took a long sip, not once taking your eyes off of Bruno. The knife on your leg was getting antsy.
“Would you care to dance?” Bruno asked.
He was making this easy for you… too easy. You gave him a side eye, but took his hand anyway, setting your drink down on the table, knowing that you would probably never see it again.
Bruno swept you onto the dance floor, perfectly wrapping his arm around your waste. Dare you think that he was trying to make you fall in love.
“So, what are you doing here?” he asked quietly.
“What everyone else is doing here.” you answered vaguely.
“Always so clever.” he chuckled, shaking his head.
You two danced for a while. It felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest and give you away if you didn't do anything soon.
“Everything all right?” Bruno asked.
You smiled. “Mhm. Just fine.”
“It’s getting crowded in here,” he whispered in your ear. “Let’s take this to the garden.”
Now you knew that he had figured out something. You were screwed if you followed him, but you were even more screwed if you didn’t. You let him lead you to the garden and tried to keep some sanity. It was a simple job. It was the least you could do.
It was cold out. But the kind of cold that you enjoy after time in the beating sun. A chill ran down your spine, but you didn't mind it.
Bruno sat on a bench next to some daisies and patted the open spot next to him. You sat next to him and looked up at the stars and moon. Now or never.
“Who’s paying you to kill me?” Bruno asked.
You weren’t shocked.
“Can't tell you.” you said.
He hummed in response. “I see. Well, are you going to do it?”
You looked over at him and chuckled. “No, I don’t think so.”
“No? Don't tell me you’re going soft.”
You slowly took the knife out and twirled it in your hand. “Not soft. I just think I brought the wrong weapon.”
Bruno laughed and leaned back on the bench. “Some other time then?”
You looked at the knife. “Yeah. Some other time.”
You turned to pull the knife out on him, to actually get the job done, but Bruno planted a quick kiss on your cheek and disappeared.
That knife wouldn’t have been of much help anyway.
Strangely, you longed for the next meeting with Bruno. To perhaps actually get the job done with a better weapon and a long dance.
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taintandviolent · 1 day
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Can you do a Frat!Kyle smut where reader is chubby, and it's just really slow and sweet. Like maybe both Kyle and the reader are desperate, but he's a little too big and he starts going slower, giving reader kisses and such. Stuff like that? I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH MWAH MWAH!! 💋 Tysm if you do decide to write this, you can choose the setting and background and what not
warnings: alcohol mention. unprotected sex. female receiving. uhhh nothing really else this is very mild for me.
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The light filtered through Kyle's fluffy blonde curls as he turned, making them almost shimmer. He looked back at his group of friends, smiling that adorable, lopsided grin. They were schmoozing with a group of girls, all who looked nothing like you. In fact, the way they looked made you instantly insecure. Why was Kyle Spencer talking to you? Was this some kind of prank? 
"I'm not your type, am I?" 
He turned back to you, his brows furrowed. It was clear that the statement confused him. "Whaddya' mean?" 
"You know... all skinny, and blonde and pretty. I'm not like them." Subconsciously, you pulled at the fabric of your dress, loosening it. 
"Huh," he said, nodding. "If I wanted a girl like that, I'd be with my buddies over there."
He said it with such genuinity that you believed him, the way his extra-dark chocolate eyes stared into yours, warm and sincere, melting you into a puddle of pliability. He reached for your hand, tugging it away from the grip it had on your dress. 
“Why do you think I’m talking to you? Be honest.” 
“I don’t know, maybe it’s a joke or a dare. Go flirt with the fat girl – “ 
“Don’t. Don’t talk like that. You are…” He glanced over your body, heavy-lidded and hungrily. There was no denying the truth in his gaze, the desire and the want in it. He didn’t finish his sentence, but he didn’t need to. You understood. He kissed you first. He kissed you by the makeshift bar, taking the red Solo Cup out of your hands and setting it behind you. His hands trailed down to your ample, plush hips, laying softly atop of them. He broke the kiss to speak, seeming slightly nervous. 
“Hey, so… you uh… wanna’ go upstairs? You can say no…” 
“I know I can say no, Kyle.”
“I know, I was just… saying.” 
You nodded, looking at his lips. He led you around the people, around the tables, and up the winding staircase. Passing door after door, until you finally got to his. He opened it, letting you in first, and you took the first few seconds to admire the little things that made him him. You didn’t get long though, because as soon as he’d shut it, he pressed you against the back of his door, kissing you with a desperation that made your core ache and tighten. 
“I’m kinda’ obsessed with you… sorry, I’m not trying to come on too strong, I just….” His hands explored you, hungrily taking fistfuls of everything he touched. “...want you.” For once, you felt like the pretty girl, the desired one. You bumped your head against his door, letting out a breathy moan. 
“Can I…?” 
You chuckled under your breath. He asked for permission for everything, defying the predetermined ideas you’d had of a frat boy, shattering all the commanding, insistent urges that you’d expected him to have. Sure, he had urges and a raging hard-on, but Kyle was different… in so many ways. 
“Please.” You affirmed. 
The tips of his fingers made quirk work of finding your cunt, rubbing it through the fabric of your underwear. He trailed his middle finger over the soft mound of your pussy, before trailing along the outline of the slit. You were so warm, and the lower he ventured, the wetter it got. With a groan and a push of hips into yours, Kyle slipped his hand into your panties. He inserted one finger, slowly, feeling every inch of your hot cunt as it clenched around his digit. 
He only fingered you for a few moments before he pulled his hand from your underwear, and immediately began kissing you again, wrapping his arms around your lower back. You whimpered into the kiss, rutting your hips against his. You could feel the rigid outline of his cock against your thigh as he ground against you. 
“Kyle, can we lay down?” 
He nodded, excitedly, his blonde curls bouncing on his forehead. “Yeah! Yeah, we totally can.” 
After guiding you to the bed, Kyle pulled his navy blue shirt over his head, and the undershirt followed. You watched from the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows. He had a toned, but stocky build and the muscles flexed as he undressed. In nothing but his boxers now, he crawled up to you from the bottom of the bed, a devious, playful smirk on his face. He took his time pulling your panties from around your hips before tossing them behind him. They landed on the corner of his TV. 
“C’mere,” you said. “I want you.” 
Once he was above you, you took hold of his cock, pumping it a few times before guiding it towards your entrance. The hot, leaking tip pressed into you and Kyle bucked his hips once before your muscles contracted. The burning stretch was too much, the harsh and abrupt ache of his cock as it sunk into you was alarming. 
“Wait, wait…!” you whined, stuttering and backing your hips into the mattress. It took you a few moments, but finally, you managed to say what you’d been trying for. “You’re… you’re um… too big.” 
Kyle let out a breathy chuckle, his head hanging between his bare shoulders. He always thought he was average length, but he knew his cock was girthy. Was an apology appropriate? He’d rather be too big than too small, and hear ‘Is it in yet?’ like some of the horror stories he’d heard from buddies. 
“Do you want me to stop?” His voice was subdued, gentle. Concerned. “Wait, have you ever…. Are you a –” 
“N-no!” You bit your lip. “No… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell. I um,” you paused, brushing your hair away from your cheek. “I’m not. I want you really bad, Kyle, I’m just… nervous.” 
Kyle took the hint and shushed you with a kiss. His plush, pink lips pressing into yours with an unspoken understanding, warm and soft. You leaned upwards into him, your mouth giving way to his. He tasted faintly of beer, but there was a warm sweetness in his saliva that made you run your tongue along his, hungrily searching for more. 
He broke the kiss and moved to your neck, slowly peppering kisses along the nape of it, taking his time to savour the soft fragrance of whatever perfume you’d put on before the party. You were everything he dreamt about, from the softness of your hips to the fullness of your breasts. If he was being honest, Kyle was always kinda’ insecure over the fact that he and his buddies never agreed on women. All women were beautiful creatures, he could agree with that much, but the type of woman… 
His large, veiny hands trailed over your full thighs, squeezing the pillowy flesh. They moved to your hips, a place that in the few moments of foreplay, you’d come to realize he was really into, and couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He kneaded your flesh, groaning and grinding his bare cock against your cunt. It slid in and out of your folds, your own wetness smearing down the shaft. 
You moaned loud, pressing your head into his pillow. You couldn’t help but let it out, the way he was dry-humping you was nearly enough stimulation to send you over the edge, but you waited, clenching your teeth and holding the orgasm back. 
Once your cunt was dripping, he asked permission again. This time, there was a breathless, frustrated urgency in his wanton voice, and his half-lidded, heavy with lust gaze begged you wordlessly. You agreed, and spread your legs slightly, allowing more room this time. When he finally fucked you, it was slow and deliberate. Each thrust was deeper than the last, but it wasn’t hurried, as though he was relishing in the tinier feelings of your walls as they clenched around him, squeezing his cock in a vice-grip. 
You came before he did, but the sight of you coming undone below him was enough to push him. His thrusts got a little faster when he came, little desperate bunny humps that stung, but somehow, still left you feeling satisfied. 
After a few moments, you looked at him with big, doe-eyes. “You really like women like me?” 
Still panting, he nodded, nuzzling against your heavy breasts. “I really do.” 
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its-stimsca · 20 hours
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Hello again! Can I request a stim board for Bive from Regretevator? She's my current comfort character :3
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WAIT she’s cool….. y’all making me wanna play whatever Regretavator is smh
🧥 🔎 🧥 / 🔎 🧥 🔎 / 🧥 🔎 🧥
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bpdaily · 21 hours
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LISA in FANCAMS (1/2) - for anon
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