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j3llyf1shdust · 3 days
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alright fine ill make a sonadow roommate au- BUT IM MAKING IT HOW I WANT!!!
(im writing a fic about it. idk I just wanted to play with an idea thats been sitting in my books for a while??)
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ashchoo · 3 days
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the wife <3<3<3<3<3
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raphaerolo · 24 hours
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Today at the Pikmin Consultanty, featuring @notthestarwar and @dontbelasagnax
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deviouz · 15 days
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jason todd who fucks you harder when you try to refrain from making any little sound, any lewd facial expression, any telling that he’s got you practically soaking his cock with your arousal. you might try to hold back from letting him know just how well he’s fucking you, but your eyes always tell. they get glazed over and half-lidded with blown out pupils. god, there’s nothing he adores more than seeing them widen, seeing tears well up in your waterline after a particularly well placed thrust.
he’ll cage you in between his arms and look deep into those pretty eyes with a smug smirk plastered on his face, give you no where to look but at him. he’s got your body shuddering with every thrust, hands desperately grasping anywhere but him to find reprieve, but that plan inevitably falters. arms wound around his shoulders, body bucking upwards with every punctuated thrust, jason finally manages to break you. he’s got you damn near screaming on his cock in a matter of no time, and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself.
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19thcenturylover · 10 months
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I needed to join this trend and at the same time draw them AJDJJD— Im surprise how it turned out at the end, specifically Mirage :"]♡
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Also, As usual for me, I made a Humanformers version jiji :P
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mjulmjul · 1 year
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XXII. THE IDES
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femalefemur · 18 days
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sunnythedawg · 9 months
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steve “cant get out of bed till middle of the day, barely leaves his house or is never home, isolating himself from everyone, never takes time for himself anymore, depressed and is slowly losing more and more of himself every single day” harrington post 1986’
robin “i know you loved her, and it must’ve killed that she wouldn’t take you back, but nancy is happy steve and she still loves you. she’s not the only one out there for you, and you’ve gotta get over it. we miss you” buckley post 1986’, trying to help her best friend
steve “…this isn’t about nancy” harrington.
robin “wha-?… oh. oh steve.” buckley.
he still wears the vest.
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verytiredmeerkat · 4 months
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lxdymaria · 1 month
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˚✧ ELDEN RING ∞ ° ˎˊ˗  
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j3llyf1shdust · 2 months
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some random au I had a dream about? it was funnier in my head
it ended up being really cute.
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superblysubpar · 4 months
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Soft orange and gold flickered across the walls, candles burned low barely shedding light on tan, sweat slicked skin. Your back arched against the bed as thick and strong fingers caressed up your leg. Thigh squeezed with the roll of his hips. It smells like his cologne and sex, sweat and Steve. 
When his head dipped lower, you couldn’t help but extend for him. His breath sharper, leaving swollen lips, soft against your skin as he kissed it. Flushed cheeks and his hair falling over his forehead as he breathed harshly into the crook of your neck. Your fingers curled into the cool sheet, a gasp pulled from you at the feeling of his tongue on your skin. A little filthy, a little dirty. Steve’s thrusts deep, and lazy. Like he’s trying to make it slow and fast and loud and soft all at the same time. When he bites at your shoulder, you whimpered. 
Dirty. 
The rough squeeze to the dough of your thigh shifts - his fingernails scratched down your skin leaving goosebumps in their trail, your stomach flipping, and his name leaving you in a cry. 
Fingers hooked under your knee, lifting, so he could only go deeper. Caressing and doting as he hitched it higher on his hip. Voice sweet and sultry as he tutted into your ear, “Oh baby, does that feel good?”
His cock drags along your walls that want to suck him in and keep him there, slow, teasing, fucking filthy. The sound of your slick coating him lewd as he pushed back in and rolled his hips, a lazy grind of his against yours, drowned out only slightly by your praise.  
“Oh! Fu-fuck, right…right there.”
One hand in its bruising grip as his other palm pressed flat to the mattress next to your head. His thrusts picked up their pace, eager to please. Your fingers crawled up his chest, clinging to his shoulders as he began to pound into you. 
Crescent moons become deeper in your thigh as he pants out your name. Each powerful thrust tapping the cool metal of his chain against your chin. 
“Steve,” his name a plea on your lips.
“I know, you just need to-” 
Head meeting wood behind it, his words are cut off by the sound. By the way you moaned when it hit the wall. 
Steve experimented for a second, thrusting a few times, quick and harsh, so the sound of the bangs would echo in the room. Your fingers tugged at his chain as you clenched around him, soft whines leaving pouted lips. 
He huffed out a laugh. “Oh you like that, huh?”
Your gut twisted at the teasing, at how much you liked both. Chin ducked to your shoulder to avoid his gaze. But the easy roll of his hips as his finger dragged across your cheek and tapped your bottom lip has you choking out his name. 
“It’s okay. You can tell me. My girl wants it a little rough, that it?”
Chin and jaw pinched between thumb and thick fingers so you had to look at him. His dick twitching inside of you and stomach burning as you blinked, big, wide eyes up at him and nodded with your lip pulled between your teeth. 
Steve grabbed at your hips then, yanking you down harshly in one swift thrust against him so he had you gasping. He did it again, your hands flung behind yourself and braced on the wood as air left your lungs. 
His thumbs soft and buzzing light circles into your hip contrasted with the blown out pupils in his eyes, the way his chest rose in heavy pants. His gaze down at you hungry and determined. 
“You asked for it honey.”
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caprart1 · 4 months
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Do you think Caine would ever just...
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qwertsho-pee · 6 months
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deviouz · 1 month
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matthew “munch” murdock could spend hours between your legs and it would still never be enough. sometimes he does it for your pleasure, to hear you keen and cry out his name while your deft fingers go to card through his hair to guide him where you needed him the most. when he was feeling nice, he’d entertain your wants, lips and tongue working in tandem as your moans grew breathier and higher in pitch. sometimes he would have to hold your hips down with an arm slung over them, while the other went to shove two fingers knuckle deep into your heat. god, he’d have the smuggest of smirks etched into his features as you gushed around his fingers and let out the most graphic obscenities. he can hear how fast your heart was beating, how you eagerly sucked in breath after breath with every utterance of his name, every plea.
but sometimes matt would return home in a mood, whether it be in a wrinkled four-piece suit with a briefcase in hand, or in the blood-red suit known to strike residents of hell’s kitchen with a fear unlike any other, his tired body covered in an array of cuts and bruises. he won’t be nice when he bullies himself between your thighs, hands forcing your legs apart and fingers digging themselves into your thighs. he won’t let you even touch him. as soon as one of your hands go down to grab at his hair, he’s got it in an iron-tight grip by the wrist as he buries his face deeper into your heat, greedily drinking from your core. he’s not even considering on relenting until you’re damn-near sobbing, until he can taste the salt in the air from your tears and feel the way you tremble beneath him with fruitless hope of reprieve.
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