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k3llyyyyyy · 28 days
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pikslasrce · 5 months
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im ngl that scene in the lighthouse when hes trying to jerk off to the idea of a hot mermaid but keeps getting distracted by unsightly visions symbolizing his guilty conscience and descent into insanity is so real like. it really is like that sometimes
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tojisun · 16 days
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hhh thinkin about choking simon while you’re riding him. his eyes are blown wide open, his face flushed with oversensitivity. he bucks his hips up every time you bounce, his moans slipping past his gritted teeth like a murmured grunt.
“fuck, baby,” you keen, your voice a hissed lilt. “so thick ‘round me.”
“shit,” simon rasps, going cross-eyed at how good everything feels—the warm press of your walls around him, your hand tight around his neck. it’s not that your grip is even strong, but the constant pressure of your hold grounds him; it fills him up with razing euphoria.
he adores having you this way, all dominant and in control of him; all snarled grin and teasing mewls. he’s putty in your hand, all for you to use, and simon is dizzy at the thought of it.
you giggle, tapping at his lips. “open wide, baby.”
simon breathes in sharply, his nose flaring in his excitement. he follows your command with obedience, his tongue lolling out slightly because he knows what will come next.
you lean forward just enough that your nose brushes against him before spitting in his mouth, and simon groans, throbbing with desire.
you watch him swallow it down with a fevered smile, your cheeks round in your own drunken happiness.
“good boy,” you trill, leaving open-mouth kisses along his jaw.
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madscientistreaction · 7 months
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long time, no see !
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copypastus · 2 months
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Poly+ ACOTAR Week - Day 3 Secrets (Feyre/Tamlin/Rhysand) @polyacotarweek
I'm weak for 'two enemies put aside their differences coz they love me more than they hate each other' trope and I was somewhat sad that's not where Feyre's love life went. Just think of the possibilities.
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slapthekeyboard · 4 months
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I just finished S2 of “Reverse: 1999" and... Why an animation of Forget Me Not being defeated in his boss fight is just him getting up and walking away??? He's just like:
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cellgatinbo · 6 months
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ramon was so out of pocket all day but this moment with pac was crazy of him (+pac's response??)
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ozzgin · 3 months
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I have been sick and bedridden for the past 2 days and just wanted to thank you for feeding me well with part 3 of the yokai series <3
Glad to have been of help, anon! Sorry to hear about your sickness. I bring you a quick little doodle because your misfortune made me think of this scenario. :D
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steamclouds · 1 month
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At some point Gale gifts Voradras custom made sunglasses and of course he gets a matching pair, they love to be cringe together <3
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fatuismooches · 27 days
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HIII!! First of all I wanted to say that i love your blog and your writing! it brings me so much comfort :(( ANYWAY I WANTED TO REQUEST SOME CUDDLING HEADCANONS AND MAYBE A SMALL SCENARIO WITH DOTTORE?? fluff!! yknow just sleepy cuddles <3
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It wasn't often that you woke up to your husband in the same bed as you. Of course, at this point, you were used to Dottore's absence, but nothing could quite fill the void that you felt when you rose from a cold bed. And although you did bother the other segments for affection to your heart's content, even they found themselves many times too busy to entertain sleeping in with you. Still, you were just happy to be with them and cherish the soft moments that happened whenever they did.
However, a habit of yours that had developed whenever you were feeling the lack of attention, was slipping into your husband's (or a segment's) room and snuggling on his (not very comfortable) bed. If you were being honest, Dottore's bed, much to your dismay, didn't really smell like him very much, for a simple reason - he rarely ever lays on it. An easy remedy to this, however, was just to steal one of his shirts. The scent was very... Dottore-like, something that oddly brought comfort to you.
On this particular day, you easily made your way into his office - empty, unfortunately, but not too surprising. He was probably in that lab of his as usual. Regardless, as you entered into the connecting (very bland) bedroom, you immediately made yourself at home on his bed. In fact, it was exactly how you left it a few days ago, messy and tussled, meaning that Dottore certainly hadn't slept on it again. Perhaps he didn't even enter his own room for that long. Your urgent words for him to rest only got through his thick skull once in a blue moon. Regardless, you pulled the blankets up and curled into them, eager to preserve the warmth, and too tired to fluff the pillows a bit more before you fell asleep.
When you woke up, the first thing you noticed was that you were a lot more warmer than usual. And then, when you tried stretching to pull off a bit of the blanket, your body's movement was strangely constricted by something else. Plus, it felt like it was a lot earlier than when you usually get up. Your sleepy mind had just barely begun processing the situation when a sudden voice abruptly woke you up a lot more.
"Go back to sleep." The voice was a bit deeper and gruff than usual, but undoubtedly, it could only belong to one person, which made your heart start racing with excitement.
"Dottore!" You immediately began wiggling in his arms, trying to turn around and see him, sleepiness still holding your body hostage, not to mention how tight his arms were. "Let me see you," you complained.
"Stop moving around," he grumbled some more. "Now is not the time I wish to entertain you." And yet he languidly began to nip at the nape of your neck. But that reminded you - for him to be in bed was already a rare occurrence, and from his voice, it sounded like he was genuinely sleeping. This was... excellent news, so you probably shouldn't push your luck.
"Fine," you complied, relaxing your body once more. A wave of sleepiness hit you despite your energy from a few moments ago, but you ignored it. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" Dottore parroted, as his sharp teeth continued to dig into your skin. "I come back to my room and find my bed occupied by someone who wasn't invited. The question should be, what are you doing here?" You could only sheepishly laugh as you remembered everything.
"Well... you should know your room is mine too, you know! Besides, to make it even, you're welcome in my room anytime too!~" Dottore clicked his tongue, but it was obvious to you he didn't mind your intrusion in the slightest.
"Regardless, go back to sleep. You are tired." Despite your attempts to stifle your yawns and hide your drooping eyes, your husband had noticed it all too well.
"Don't wanna," you quickly protested. Before he could open his mouth again (and perhaps teasingly threaten to help you sleep) you spoke again.
"If I go to sleep again now, when I wake up, you won't be here anymore, will you?" You didn't need to see his expression or wait for a response to know the answer to that.
"So let me do as I please, Zandik. Let me be with you." Let you bask in this moment, fully conscious of what is going on, being able to feel and process his skin against yours and more, for you would hate to be unable to remember this gentle encounter.
"... Do what you wish, but don't bother me when you're too tired to do anything." His seemingly annoyed statement was betrayed by his arms tightening around you.
"I will." Your response ended the line of conversation, a comfortable silence now taking over. Needless to say, you wallowed in his strong back pressed against yours, his callused hands against your own, a long lock of blue hair tickling your neck. You made sure to take note of even the most minuscule details before it was time for life to resume.
What existed at this moment was merely two human beings, so similar yet so different, with their troubles and masks discarded to savor the presence of each other.
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sagisatoru · 8 months
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kicking my feet thinking about taking baths with satoru
it’s sweet yet oddly intimate, just the two of you sitting back to chest in the warm water, bubbles floating around you. if you’re sitting so your chest is against satoru’s back, i imagine he leans back a little so you can play with his hair or wash it for him, delicately massaging his scalp after a long day. i like it better this way, he pouts when you complain about not being able to reach that well. i think he also likes when you trace small patterns on his back, and the overall sentiment of being vulnerable with you.
i also like to imagine gojo is one of those guys who gets super into his skin care (he has to protect his gorgeous face!) so the two of you do face masks during times like these. he puts yours on for you, smoothing it over your cheeks with dramatic focus and his tongue poking between his lips. sometimes the two of you go full spa mode with the cucumbers and champagne flutes, and always rose petals because he only does the best for you.
if there’s music playing, it’s probably a playlist you made, or a combination of songs you both like; gojo prefers when the two of you just talk though. it’s your chance to tell him about your day, and his chance to put down the title of ‘The Strongest’ and just be gojo satoru. bonus points because the bathroom has a great echo and he loves the sound of your voice or your laugh. cries
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drawotion · 5 months
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I just think they're neat. c:
((Baboon Hawk from game Lethal Company))
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What if... Who Killed Markiplier... but it's Ace Attorney Investigations...
"Ace District Attorney Investigations", if you will.
(Everything you see here was drawn by me, with some backgrounds/that one evidence photo being either screenshots from the show, or edits of official photographs of Mythea Castle, where WKM was filmed)
#who killed markiplier#wkm#ace attorney investigations#wkm fanart#wkm district attorney#captainsona#captain yona masters#''a burgundy-wearing prosecutor teaming up with a kooky detective? now why does that sound familiar- OH YEAH!''#anyway you guys ever notice that the da from what we're shown is a pretty piss-poor investigator?#they just kinda wander around aimlessly and allow people to shoo them away before offering up any information#like their alibis or lack thereof#it doesn't exactly help that wkm is a choose your own adventure without any choices#and I know mark's team was limited on budget and time or whatever and they meant for it to be more involved than what we got!#it's not their fault!#but still you can't deny that what we got isn't very satisfying as far as murder mysteries go#and I don't feel all that compelled to pretend otherwise!#so in the version of wkm that exists in MY head#da!yona is going to take the prospect of solving her dear friend's murder SERIOUSLY goddammit!#(the conclusion she's gearing up towards in the last two pictures#is that the party was a cover for mark's plan to kill the colonel; but it obviously backfired and mark wound up getting killed instead)#(that's her theory. as we all know it's not /quite/ accurate to what really happened but it's pretty close!)#(obviously she's unaware of any supernatural element to the whole thing at this point)#(or heck maybe in this version of events there actually isn't a supernatural element at all and she's right. I haven't decided)
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takami-takami · 1 year
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more on sexually repressed Keigo: he doesn't want to scare off his crush with his sex drive so every date is like edging himself almost?? it's so good but so painful and whenever they kiss him they press into him just hard enough he makes a strangled moan/ chirping noise in the back of his throat. yeahhhhhh
🪷 anon
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Oh my God, those little makeout sessions at the end of your dates have simultaneously become the highlight of his week and the bane of his existence.
You're his first real crush, he thinks, and that brings with it a myriad of... disorienting feelings that go past just butterflies and innocent longing.
Keigo has a commendable will and ability to conceal his newly found desires; but oh my fucking god he wishes he didn't have to. He knows you want him, too. When he presses himself against you, feathers pick up on that pounding heartbeat not from your chest, but from between your thighs.
It makes him throb in more ways than one, too.
He swats the thoughts away, shooing them off like a dog at the foot of a table. He'll be damned if he doesn't do romance right by you. Oh, you'd think he's such a freak if you knew, he's convinced.
He can't have you thinking that; so with a huff, he squeezes your hand before dropping you off at your front door yet again. The fingers on his right hand twitch when you blow him a kiss. He buries them in his pocket, turning away with a wave on his left before he takes flight, all to go home and fuck that same fist raw for another agonizing night alone.
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pillowspace · 2 years
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Thinking about the dream I had months ago where Sun was the god of day in these gorgeous divine robes, while Y/n was just a lowly mortal living in a little wooden cottage who wanted none of the gifts or blessings he offered them
But they got attached to his company, so when the sun mysteriously vanished from the sky and Sun wasn't regularly visiting Y/n's cottage to annoy(?) them anymore, Y/n got worried and left their cottage to venture out into the godly realm to search for him. The godly realm was an extremely dangerous, confusing place for a mortal, and where they would meet Moon, the feared god of night
It was such a cool dream, I never forgot about it. My favourite part was when it was storming and Sun was just rambling at the door while Y/n rushed across the house back and forth, cleaning up the water that got inside. They said something like, "you're always offering me things, so stop standing there and make it stop raining," and Sun responded with, "I'm the god of day, do you think I have control over the clouds?"
Sun was okay in the end, and they got married (Moon too) so Y/n could safely travel between realms with full protection
It was just one of those dreams you refuse to let go of
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transbrucewayne · 10 days
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guys the fics better be good come on now
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