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#💖self indulgent 💖
008-edits · 3 months
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my favorite moments from t2 mvs!
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bakubunny · 4 months
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daddy katsuki x bunny reader drabble. it’s longer than i expected it to be, but it’s been on my mind for a little while now. i’m still very new to piss play and i’ve never written pet play so? here’s smth new ig. idk. >.< have some daddy kats food. i’ll see you with the next one. ♡
this lovely little fic by @neon-gothicc came to mind when i went back for some editing, so i wanted to share it!
tw: f!reader, aged up characters, daddy kink, heavy pet play, piss play, d/s dynamics, olfactophilia, sex toys, humiliation, pet names: sweetie, bunny, baby bunny, little bun, etc., katsuki swears a lot (ig), being a top pro hero means a top tier private office, sry this one’s out there
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thinkin abt daddy katsuki and his pretty pet he’s trained so well…. don’t be mistaken, you’re still a dumb bunny, you can’t do that much, being one so easily bored or distracted. but you’re obedient; he knows how how much his baby bun just wants to be good and please him.
instead of being on patrol, it’s a slow day in the office for him, and you’re lucky enough to be kneeling by his side. he’s been exceptionally generous today, giving you a soft princess pillow for your knees and kneeling stool to keep you comfortable as long as possible. your head is resting on his thigh as he types away, his hand drifting down to pet your head occasionally.
there was, however, one issue that had a cold sweat forming on your back. katsuki had you drinking water all morning with not a single chance to relieve yourself. you nudged his thigh with your nose. he looked down to see your pleading eyes.
“i told ya, after this report, daddy can take you to go potty. not til then,” he said.
the slightest whine left your throat.
“keep it up, and you’ll wait longer, bun.”
katsuki pushed his chair back. he gave a sweeping motion of two fingers toward the open space. you left the comfort of your stool and crawled under his desk. he pulled himself back in, legs spread.
“rest.”
despite the discomfort filling your body, you obeyed, fingers curling tightly around the hem of the short skirt flowing down from your waist, the bottoms of your feet pressing into the fat of your bare ass. you nuzzled your face into katsuki’s soft, warm bulge, resting in the space he created. even through his pants, his scent was overwhelming, intoxicating as you breathed him in. he watched your eyes roll and flutter shut as he reached down to pet your head.
“‘s a good girl. gimme just a little more time,” he said. “n’ don’t you dare make a mess on this damn floor. you’ll regret it.”
you nearly jolted as the vibrator he’d left in your cunt that morning turned on again. another whimper escaped your lips. but katsuki was gracious.
“what did i just say, hmm? you can wait.”
your body felt so full as your head swirled with pleasure, spinning from the pressure of the vibrator inside and the fight you had with your body to keep from relieving yourself. after what felt like ages but was really only ten minutes, katsuki closed his laptop and pulled back once more, met with the same sad, glossy eyes.
“don’t look so pathetic. you’re fine. ass up,” he said.
not one to hesitate with release in sight, you crawled out and put your ass in the air, face pressed into the pillow before you as your skirt fell forward, exposing yourself fully to him. katsuki administered a few painful smacks to your ass as your toes curled, and you swallowed hard. you mewled as he pulled out the slick covered vibrator and dropped it by your face, a string of arousal clinging to it before it hit the pillow. your cheeks grew hot.
“tch. can’t tell if you need to piss or cum.” katsuki slid two fingers into your heat.
you bit back a cry as he fingered your cunt hard, feeling you clench around him erratically.
“‘s this what ya really wanted? want me to make you cum?” he asked.
the rough pad of katsuki’s fingers rubbed circles into your aching clit. a small trickle of piss escaped as your orgasm drew closer.
katsuki gave your ass a harsh smack. “what did i fuckin’ say about makin’ a mess on the floor, huh? answer me.”
“daddy i'm sorry, i needa go so bad,” you cried. “please, i wanna be good.”
“cum without pissin’ everywhere n’ maybe you can be,” he sneered.
tears streamed across your face. a quiet moan slipped from you as katsuki’s fingers curled a little more. a shudder ran down your spine.
“you can do it, show me you can be a good girl,” he continued. you could hear the smirk in his tone. “i’ll even walk ya to the litter box n’ hold your hand.”
heat flooded your face. you whimpered. your legs shook when his thick, callous fingers pumped deep into your cunt as his pace increased.
“c’mon baby bunny, cum for me. cum on daddy’s hand. lemme see you fall apart,” katsuki said softly.
your mouth fell open in a pant as you clenched hard around his fingers, orgasm washing over your body in wave after wave with his encouragement.
"that's it, such good girl..." he cooed as he carried you through your climax. "fuck, you're so pretty when you cum, little bun."
katsuki pulled his hand from you, sucking his fingers clean with a small groan. "tch. you’re fuckin' lucky i got shit to get done today, or i'd be throwin' ya on that couch."
as the pressure in your bladder grew once more, you shifted uncomfortably.
"fine, fine." he gave you a playful swat on the ass. "go on."
you crawled across the floor of his office as katsuki trailed behind you, staring at your body on display, to an oversized, lined litter box next to his office bathroom. you looked back at him hesitantly.
"hop in. ya can't piss on the floor," katsuki said with a smirk.
you got in and faced him in a squat, body exposed. as promised, he knelt down and held your hands with a grin as your cheeks burned hot all over again.
"'s okay, sweetie. you can let go." he gave you a kiss on the hand, then on the knee. "you're doin' so well. let daddy see."
you willed your body to relax. relief hit as your warm stream hit the plastic beneath you. katsuki groaned as he watched and gave you a kiss on the forehead.
"that's my girl... my good little bunny."
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gremliinsart · 3 months
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Your bubble propoganda came in the form of putting him in a letter with cute decor, glitter, stickers, stamps, and cursive, and slipping him under my door.
I grieve the timeline where you never drew Carnival Bubble. I would be absolutely DEVASTATED if he never made it in the au... IM SO SORRY IVE COME TO LOVE HIM SO MUCH... CAINE WOULD N O T BE THE FUCKING SAME IN HIS WRITING WITH OUT HIM.
Wehehe 💖💖 I gave you an offer you couldn't refuse >:3
It always makes me happy seeing people in the comments going "BUBBLE IS SO CUTE!!" Everytime I see a drawing of Carnival Bubble I kick my feet and giggle and point and go "Ahaha! I did that!" It always brightens my day UwU
I have partly to thank my sibling who encouraged me to DIY my own Carnival Bubble after I was in shambles to see my favorite little guy missing from the line up
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Anyway enough rambling I'M EXCITED TO SEE WHAT YOU DO WITH THEM I KNOW YOU GOT SOMETHING PLANNED I KNOWWWW 🫵
BUBBLE LOVERS REJOICE!! WE'RE IN THE GOOD TIMELINE!! YIPPIE!!
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biancalattei · 7 months
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captured to smother them with kisses mwah mwah mwah!! 💋💋💋
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evostrashbin · 1 month
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a cute little Summoner x Brave!Gullveig Stargazing chibi commission I got to work on for this month ⭐️
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lynzishell · 5 months
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By the time Winter came, each day was starting to bleed into the next. As they got closer to the holidays, Dawn was putting together multiple events and working late into the night.
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Often, she’d crawl into bed long after Phoenix had fallen asleep.
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Due to her late nights, she’d start her mornings later, and Phoenix would be up early, doing his best to get ready quietly so as not to wake her.
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For him, work had become so busy that he rarely got a day off.
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However, they both finally got a break over Winterfest. It felt like it had been months since getting to spend a day together.
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And with no obligations aside from their annual dinner at Julian’s, they spent every possible minute in bed, knowing they'd be back to their busy schedules the next day.
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Prev // Next
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squisheebugdoodles · 6 months
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trainer!squish has entered the building!!
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sunnysssol · 1 year
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🔫post the full thing (pls)
AWHHDJSJF it's very self indulgent, but here it is 😭😭😭
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It's Alfred hanging out with his kids !!! Eagledad with his little eaglets, if you will. The boy is named Davie (🥲), he's 4 and the baby is named Riza, and she's barely 1 hfjfj he has two other kids but they're probably out on a grocery run with mom AUWJFJ
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008-edits · 6 months
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milgram hallucination event icons!
(credit is not needed, but appreciated)
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nulltune · 7 months
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wip from months ago that i will complete someday maybe 🥴 (delusional) BUT UNTIL THEN- i'm a self indulgent binch i want a witchy hakuno for a general fantasy verse so badddd it makes me look stupid <3 /this was rlly inspired by "wait by the shooting star falls" btw 🥺🫶
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sshcomic · 5 months
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You have given me a great joy in life with your Renkaza au
May I ask, what happened to the rest of the Kamado family? Did they get their canon ending or are they with Nezuko as they try to deal with her new demonification?
oh yay im glad you're enjoying it so far! 🥰
nezuko's actually with her brother in the box, like in canon lol. i just havent drawn her--or inosuke or zenitsu--in the panels we've seen, but they're there!
as for the rest of the kamados... i actually havent decided LOL. my instinct is to save everyone, since this is a light-hearted comic strip, but also i'm not sure i'd be able to reliably write that since it involves more plot than the "stupid jokes loosely following canon" i mostly have written down aha. so i suppose it's a surprise for now, even for myself.
i guess we'll see!
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13thdoctor · 7 months
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the master is femme. (yes, missy, but not just missy.) I feel and believe so deeply in my soul that koschei, the master, all iterations, is femme. sexuality is irrelevant, whether she's gay or he's lesbian or they're ace etc. that timelord is femme!
obviously, missy is a femme fatale. elegant, beautiful, villainous woman. he's regenerated into a form where he's expected to be feminine, and he does what he does best--has fun with it. turns it into a PERFORMANCE. this isn't isolated to gomez' master, though. everything has always been about performance with the master. her villainy, from the start, has been a show for the doctor above all else. her schemes are designed with showmanship in mind, not efficiency. when the master steps into the room, you WILL look at her. she'll make sure of it. if you don't turn your head yourself, she'll turn it for you. she's going to ruin your life and you will watch and you will obey because she is your master and she is THE master. missy's appearance and behavior are as striking as ever--elegant, fanciful, dramatic--but this is true for all iterations. think back to delgado's master, how striking she was. how she performed. the master cares about her presentation, it's like, 80% of her villainy. she needs to stand out, it needs to be showy, unnecessary, and creative in its evil.
even simm's master, the painfully unstable, deluded, grandiose self that was resurrected starving & naked--who threw on the closest hoodie and eagerly tore apart a rotisserie chicken with her bare hands--took the time to do her eyeliner once she collected herself! found himself a nice suit, too. brought back that striking appearance. (I think it's important to note the difference between harold saxon's suit [a disguise] & the suit she wore for herself. saxon's suit is far less fashionable in my opinion.)
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SHE'S FEMME!!!!!!!!!!!!
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zumurruds · 1 year
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modern au: egeria and damen at the summer palace, 20 years apart. her ghost still wanders the gardens at night... damen speaks to her there.
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Monday Draft - The Witches of Månenshavn
*hello hello! decided to reupload my small drabble about my very super self indulgent AU. Blame the weather, but autumn just brought all the witchy vibes in me! Enjoy!*
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(.......)
Sitting on the cozy couch, Dorothea looked out of the huge glass window of the sunroom. From the distance, she could see the city lights, twinkling against the black of the night like diamonds kissed by sunlight.
The first thing that made her feel like she wasn’t in England anymore was the quiet, warm stillness that lingered in the air.
Their house was sitting far enough that the lights would not pollute the vision of the sky above her.
Through the glass roof, she could see so many stars twinkling, and the moon herself with her silvery light - only a thin sliver showing, as she prepared to hide from view in the nights ahead.
She took a velvet pillow from the other side of the couch and put it behind her back, before tugging her blanket tighter around her shoulders: it wasn’t cold at all, despite the first signs of autumn that were starting to peak through the days. Still, she always liked to be cocooned.
The couch was as cozy as she remembered it being: so soft it felt like sinking in a cloud. With a low chuckle, Dorothea caressed the ridges of the threads Colette had used for the embroidering on the backseat of Dorothea’s favourite spot: silvers and gold and white against a midnight blue velvet, a star shining alone against the immensity of the night sky.
“I must say, I love what you have done to the sofa,” Dorothea said, turning to look toward the shadows of the adjacent room.
“I knew you would have approved,” she heard a low velvety voice chuckle back at her. “Can’t sleep, Sugar Plum?”
“Not quite,” she answered with a smile, turning to look. Even if the woman was still concealed in the shadows, she didn’t need her eyes to know where she was. “ You would think that the journey had worn me out, and by now I would be snoring like Lucia. Yet, I cannot. The Moon must be in my blood tonight,”
“As she always is, bichette. She never seems to leave you; much like the stars themselves, I dare say, considering the amount of stardust I always find in your trail,”
Dorothea’s laughter filled the room, accompanied by Colette’s own husky one, as the tall dark-haired woman finally entered the sunroom, the light of dark candles kissing her skin. Dorothea saw that she was looking at her with unmistakable affection, leaning against the door frame, wrapped in the same pajama of dark silk she always remembered her having.
Colette De Beaumont was a woman of rare beauty but, Dorothea thought, that beauty didn’t come just from her bright happy eyes or her chiseled features.
It came from her soul and such a splendid one it was.
She had never known a kinder woman, a more generous one.
Even now, as she was looking upon her, she was beaming, as if the sun itself was shining from within her, her tender face and her kind eyes filled with such soft light that Dorothea always felt at peace when she looked at her.
“Do you mind if I join you?” Colette finally asked,
“Not at all,” Dorothea answered, patting the spot just beside her.
Colette plopped on the couch, tucking her feet under her own legs. With a small gesture of her hand, directed toward the kitchen, she had her own cauldron bubbling away in minutes, and a fragrant perfume filled the air.
“Mmm, Lavander…” murmured Dorothea, scooting a little closer to Colette and enveloping her in the same blanket she was using.
“Freshly harvested this morning, bichette. Your wind alerted us of your arrival, so I thought you would appreciate”
Dorothea chuckled, cheeks turning red from joy.
“Was Lucia miffed?”
“That you almost made her fall from her hammock? Just a little,”
An impish smile appeared on Dorothea’s lips, mirrored by Colette. She leaned against the back of the sofa, taking in a deep sigh of relief, nestling her head in the pillows.
“I missed all of this. These smells, these colours, you and Lucia…it had been immensely hard being away from you two,” she murmured, taking Colette’s hand in hers and giving it a little squeeze.
“Did you at least find what you were looking for in London?”
Dorothea sighed, raising her eyes toward the sky.
“Not entirely. I tried to make contact with the Coven presiding over London, but no one could help me decipher the dreams. Or rather, they did, but the answers were… inconclusive. I still do not know what to think of it,”
“Could it be that this time your dreams were only that? Dreams?”
Dorothea sighed again, murmuring a small “thank you” when a cup of freshly brewed tea floated in her hand. She smiled when she noticed that Colette had used her favorite set of china.
“I know not. I cannot be sure. And I hate not having answers," she whispered, pursing her lips in a thin line.
Part of her wanted to agree with Colette.
Part of her, the most irrational one, kept believing that there was something interwoven in the weft of her dreams, a warning of some sort.
Against whom, she didn’t know.
Colette remained silent, as she looked at the younger woman lost in thoughts, and sad to see that the melancholy hadn’t left her eyes.
“Well, at least you had this handsome rugged fellow keeping you company, am I right?” Colette said, gently caressing the feather of the crow that was sitting on the back of the couch. The raven gave out a deep croak, his hackles fluffing up as if to show how the shine of his feathers. “If I didn’t know any better, I would assume that your little friend here is rather pleased with my compliment,”
Dorothea rolled her eyes with a small smile.
“Tell me about it. We almost lost the proper current that would carry us back home, because Belial here was too busy preening at his wings,”
As if to answer her, the raven let out another croak, jumping on her shoulder to peck at her hair. But the pecks were light and the familiar had no intention of hurting her.
“Did you call for him?”
Dorothea shook her head, her short curls bouncing with the movement.
“He found me. I was sitting on top of the Big Ben, just taking in the view of the City, and he arrived to keep me company. He has been with me ever since,”
“Sounds almost like someone sent him to watch over you,”
Dorothea turned to look at the bird, his dark eyes shining with a playful light. She scrunched her nose as she smiled, stroking her nose against the bird’s shiny beak.
“Sounds like it,” she giggled.
Then, she turned serious again, looking outside the window that faced the seaside.
“I will miss the rain,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she remembered all the nights spent awake, when her dreams kept her awake and insomnia got the best of her, and all she could do was stay up and read a book. The pitter-patter of the raindrops against the windows of her room in the old manor that was her residency while in England had always felt like gentle company.
“Månenhavn is not that bad,” Colette murmured, caressing her hair and landing a kiss on top of her head. “You’ll see, with autumn coming soon, you will feel at home again in no time. And with Lucia now joining us for good, our powers will keep this place safe and sound,”
“I was so happy when you wrote me about her return. I felt so bad about leaving you alone to protect the city-”
Colette pinched her lips between her fingers, smiling that warm smile that made everyone feel at home.
“I won’t listen to another word, Dorlé. You needed to follow your path, and I am honestly happy that you did. Besides, your banishing spell was strong enough that it kept all the Banes at bay. Not even the clouds managed to pass through - which caused a little problem with the local climate, but my brother came to lend me a hand and we solved the problem before it could turn into something more serious,”
Dorothea giggled, muttering a small “sorry” before asking: “How are Antoine and Mathias faring?”
Colette faltered a moment, before answering, and Dorothea noticed her moment of hesitancy.
Something had happened, she could see it in the woman's amber eyes.
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chipsncookies · 2 months
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omgomgomg oc x archie i am LIVING GO CHIPS GO WE LOVE TO SEE IT (no pressure to make more or post i am just excited and happy to see this content from you)
WAAA THANK YOU!!! I just had a very strong idea for them and i had to draw it... Hgggfv 😭🫣 I'm glad u like it thanks again 😭🙏
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arttrampbelle · 6 months
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*to comfort myself I'm making a self indulgent post*
Yeah sorry guys but shang tsung is a married man,to his wife lady tsung. Sorry bout your luck.
*shrugs*
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(The last Two here,are my self ship art i made)
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