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aitadjcrazytimes · 4 months
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agdreamtale · 21 days
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Killer, can you do arm wrestles?
🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🌹🤔
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auntie-rosie1920 · 1 month
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“Rosie, is Alastor ever afraid of you?”
“Sometimes…”
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Ever just make an OC and you think they’ll just be a one-off character but then all of the sudden, whoop. You dive into the character to understand how they handle a situation you put them in, you help them succeed, develop their personality more than you planned and you’re just attached to your little baby now so you’ve got to see them grow and flourish and make it to the happy ending they deserve?
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ask-pomni-blog · 27 days
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it's girlkiss or be girlkissed
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milkthemilkman · 25 days
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FRANCIS MOSSES X FEMALE READER (PT 1)
SUBMISSIVE FRANCIS
The click of the door, accompanied by the sound of keychains hitting against eachother takes your attention from the television. It's none other than your boyfriend, Francis, coming back home with the food you requested in his hand. "I'm home." He announces, as if you didn't already know. Taking off his shoes, he pulls the key out of the hey hole, and he steps inside the building. Kneeling down, he picks up his shoes, opens the cabinet right next to door and places the shoes inside, then closes both of the doors. His usual tired and stoic face turns up into a little grin as soon as he sees you approach him. He was quick to wrap his arms around you and lean down to give you a little peck. "Mm. Knowing you will be home when I come back makes my day a lot easier." He mumbles as he presses his forehead against yours, not being able to help himself from going in for a second kiss. He just couldn't get enough of you. The kiss lasted a few seconds. Then a few more. And a few more. The only reason he pulled back was because he was reminded of the bag of food in his hand. "Mm, darling. The food." His grin grew wider as he lifted up the bag of Chinese food. Even though he didn't want to, he removed his hands from your waist, and walked towards the living room, where he placed the bag of food on the table. "Be right back.." he mumbled, unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards the bedroom. He opened the door and walked inside, but as soon as he closed the door, it was opened right back, your perverted glance on his body. He had expected you to be busy taking the containers out of the plastic bag. "Is there something you need?" He questioned as he turned around, but only when he tossed aside his button up, he realized your intentions. "Oh.." his face reddened as he watched you close the door behind yourself and walk closer to him. "Couldn't wait until after dinner?" He chuckled, his cheeks flushing. But obviously, once you kissed him, there was no way he was about to pull back. Closing his eyes, he leaned down a little to deepen the kiss, feeling your hands on his neck. He let you back him up onto the bed, and once there was no more room for his feet, he sat on the bed. You were quick to sit on his lap, and he very invitingly wrapped his arms around your waist as soon as you did. "Mm.." he groaned into your mouth as he felt your hips move on his lap. As tired as he might be, he could never, ever refuse you. As your lips parted from his, you trailed soft kisses along his jawline, sending shivers down his spine. "I can't resist you," he whispered hoarsely, his hands roaming over your curves as you playfully tugged at his belt, slowly undoing it with your hangs as you kiss his neck. "Francis," you breathed out, "I need you now." His breath hitched, and he responded by claiming your lips once more, deepening the kiss, his hands sliding under your shirt, exploring the sensitive skin of your back. The scent of your perfume filled his nostrils, and the heat of your body against his sent his desire soaring. With a low growl, he broke away, his eyes darkening with desire. "I've been wanting you since this morning," he admitted, his voice rough with passion.
As you once again trailed kisses down from his neck, to his chest, then down to Francis's abs, his heart raced in anticipation. A low growl escaped Francis, his fingers tangling in your hair as you slowly got off of his lap onto the ground on your knees, face to face with the waistband of his pants. He watched you take off the belt quickly, then unbutton his pants. He lifted his hips off the bed a little to make it easier for you to take the pants off, and it came down along with his boxers as soon as you pulled down, his length up and rock hard for you. It was embarrasing to him a little. All if took was a few minutes of kissing and a few touches on your skin for him to get so solid.. but you made him feel so weak. With a hungry look in his eyes, he watched you lower yourself further as You ran your tongue along the delicate skin just above his groin, savoring the way his muscles contracted beneath your touch. His sharp intake of breath spurred you on, and you eagerly dove in, taking him into your mouth. The salty taste of his skin was something he was hoping would inconvenience you, but you didn't seem to mind at all as you bobbed your head. (PT 2)
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rosedom · 2 months
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Hi!!! i'm obsessed with your works, they are really good!!!! :3 Could i maybe request a stomach bulge/omegaverse dom!male!reader x tighnari? >w<
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"an unnamed player has invited TIGHNARI to play . . . my delicate, palm-sized lotus
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✦ㅤㅤ 【 CW 】 dom!top!amab!reader, sub!bottom!ftm!tighnari, omegaverse, alpha!reader & omega!tighnari, size difference, stomach bulge, dirty talk + praise, cumming inside .
A/N : i am so soft for sweet omegas and tummy bulges o(*^@^*)o
"do you want to watch, [PLAYER]? press KEEP READING to spectate the match."
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Tighnari's always smelled sweet—this you cannot deny. Today, though, he's sweet enough to make your teeth ache; and he's making sure to set his claim on you, scenting you and smearing his scent all across you.
Throat, wrists, face, and your sternum—all of you gets covered in the rich scent of lotus flowers, staking his love across your skin.
"Eager lil' fox," you murmur, giggling at the way his nose tickles at your throat. A low purr is rumbling from his chest, ricochetting through your chest, pressed as it is to Tighnari's. "Gettin' me all smelly."
His purrs increase, drowning out your laugh. "'m not stinking you up," he says through it all, nipping at the jut of your chin to hush your laughter, kissing the nick away. "Makin' you smell like me."
You coo. "Everybody's gonna know I'm yours, huh?"
The smile pressed into your throat makes your hindbrain sing, and you allow your own gentle purr to rise and meet his.
And then Tighnari starts grinding down. "Alpha," he whines, his wettened cock rubbing against yours. He leans his forehead against yours 'til his breath fans across your cheeks, oh-so terribly drenched in the scent of his arousal.
All the while, his tail curls around your thigh, the soft fur rubbing against your bare skin. You smile, taking hold of the base of it and dragging your hand down the length. "What izzit, honey?" you drawl, as if you hadn't teased him, earlier, as if you don't already know how needy he is. You can smell his want, after all—heady on the tip of your tongue.
He whines, and the sound comes out buzzing after it travels through his purrs, syrupy slow. "Fuck me," he says, sealing it against your lips. Easily, you take control of the kiss, and Tighnari gives it up easily; he sinks into the drag of your lips and tongue, quiet lil' sounds spilling from his throat.
Fucking him, then, is easy. He's loose and wet and open, and you sink two fingers in immediately. Two turns to three turns to four, because you're large, and Tighnari is awfully small, compared to you.
Your hands—one lube-slick and one slick-slick, thick and heady with his arousal—hold tight but tender, firm but achingly soft to the gentle jut of each hip. Buried down to his neck like this, his scent is even stronger, a mix of horniness and abject love and entirely drenched in lotus-scent. It makes your cock throb, buried as it is deep n' snug in his small cunt.
"'m ready, please," he whispers, begs, voice already broken. He's cum once, already, spread wide across the knuckles of each finger and drip-dripping down to your wrist.
"I know you are, sweet boy," you whisper, giddy, licking across the protrusion of his scent gland, of the healed imprint of your teeth, of his mating mark. "Your body is rather telling, y'know? Your lil' cunt is clenching so eagerly around me."
Tighnari whines at you, grinding down to the subtle swell of your knot. It's not formed, yet, but it'll grow quick, spurred on by your mate's scent and the eager bump-thump of his hips. You guide him smoothly, letting him ride you without giving his thighs too uncomfortable a strain. "Easy, 'Nari. I gotcha."
He nods as he falls into your soft n' sensual rhythm. "Okay, okay," he whimpers, greedily sucking in your scent right at the base of your neck, at the matching mark he left on you all that time ago.
Looking at him, he's an absolute mess.
His ears are pinned back, melting into his mussed-up curls. You've got his bangs tucked back and over, exposing his forehead for you to tilt up and kiss, the skin of his face below it flushed red and ruddy. His eyes are shut, thick tears popping up at the corners of his waterline.
But, below, is where your attention is drawn. "Oh, small sweetheart."
Tighnari moans, airy and soft, as you push him back to sitting straight up on your cock. He stops, sat perfectly astride your lap with your cock swallowed up to the hilt; your knot is snug between his labia, pressing against his opening, but neither of you are paying attention to it.
No. No, rather, you're watching the ripple of his soft, muscled stomach, and, particularly, the bulge below his navel.
He whines, again, dropping his hand to press into the protrusion. You can feel the pressure at the head of your cock, and Tighnari must, too, feels the way his body gives way for you. "Oh, oh," he murmurs, cries, the tears you thumbed away earlier coming back with a vengeance. Grinding down, pressing harsh against the bulge—it all makes him sob before he collapses into you. "Alpha, my mate, my—my love, please, please—"
"Don't beg, you don't need to beg, sweet boy, sweet omega, my omega," you coo, beginning to grind into him and bringing his hips down to meet yours. Your knot sinks in easy, in and out, popping out noisily before you thrust it back in with each downwards pull. "I'll give you everything."
Sweetness envelops you, stronger than before and all-encompassing—a natural reaction, activated by the orgasm washing over Tighnari in waves and sending you heard-first into your own. Your knot swells, slow, filling him up in only as fast as he can handle, stretching his loose cunt and keeping your cum from leaking out even as you keep on filling him, bulging his navel.
"'Nari," you murmur, enraptured, nuzzling at his throat as he falls into you. He puts his hands back on your shoulders, holding you tight, and you finally get the opportunity, now, to press against the bulge in his stomach. Feeling it beneath your own hand is entirely different—you feel your own palm, you feel the press into your own cock.
Overstimulated, Tighnari whines, trying to jerk away from the touch but only serving to jostle your knot and cock and cum all muddled up deep. "Easy, now; don't hurt yourself."
"'m not gonna," he whispers and he settles down on you more comfortably. His cunt gentle milks you, an unconscious thing, and another purr starts in his chest. Your own purr mirrors it, a pretty melody and scent all in one, the two of you so intermingled in every possible way.
You know you'll have to pull out, clean up—later. Right now, you're perfectly content rubbing your mate's back, caring for him like a good alpha ought to.
Though he may smell sweet on his own, he smells perfect, now, mingled wholly with you.
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i blacked out writing this, so i apologize for any mistakes, and for how long this sat in my inbox . . . this was so much fun (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) sweet and loving abo my beloved !
7 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .
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buglaur · 10 months
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🔖 pictures from the family photo album
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month
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I started reading Dungeon Meshi last week, became instantly charmed and captivated, and blitzed through the entire manga in 4 days (and changed my profile picture about it). With that in mind, I would just like to say...
I love your dungeon meshi art so so much
CHILCHUCK!!!!!!!!
Thank you kindly! I love Dungeon Meshi a lot, so I'm happy to see so many people get into it for the first time.
CHILCHUCK!!!
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ask-themilkman · 12 days
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i will get you pregnant.
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cantheykillmacbeth · 6 months
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Could Goncharov kill Macbeth?
Okay, I'm really glad you brought this up, since this is a topic that has... kind of come up before on this blog (See: Steven Universe, Zagreus from Hades) but not exactly so I think this is a great moment to address it:
I think that if being a C-section baby counted towards the Unconventional Birth Clause for MacDuff, then it should count for it when a character is delivered posthumously. Since Goncharov is this sort of situation, with his mother Viktoria having died during childbirth (the wording implies that she died slightly before childbirth, but either way it is explicitly said she died in the hospital), he would count towards the Unconventional Birth Clause.
As for the Gender Clause, I know someone is going to bring this up, so let me make this clear: Goncharov saying "I can no longer look in the mirror and see a man" in the balcony scene with Andrey is just him dramatically saying that he is disgusted with who he has become at that point in the movie. He's not saying that he's trans, he's saying that he's a monster/inhuman. You can headcanon this however you want, but the fact of the matter is that in canon, he's just saying he can't live with himself after what he did to Antonio. So, no, Goncharov does not apply for the Gender Clause.
So, long story short: Yes, Lo Straniero aka Goncharov from the eponymous Goncharov (1973) could kill Macbeth!
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He applies for the Unconventional Birth Clause.
Thank you for your submission!
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askinsufferableprick · 6 months
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sup the house of strider is officially open for halloween business drop your costume in the ask box to receive ultimate ironic judgement and the chance to win the sweetest treat of all
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agdreamtale · 14 days
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HUG TACKLE THIS IDIOT
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unboundprompts · 6 months
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Hello! If it’s not too much trouble, would you be willing to discuss how to describe a character with nonhuman features? Such as wings, specifically? Thank you!
Prompts for Describing a Character with Wings
-> @she-who-fights-and-writes made an in-depth post about writing a character with wings with many helpful tips to remember while writing. They also include a list of vocabulary to describe the movement of wings based on the character's emotions. Their post can be found Here.
-> @kedreeva made a post regarding the science behind a character having wings, including anatomy of the wings themselves and the feathers. They also dive into info about preening, molting, nesting, etc. That post can be found Here.
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
He was a handsome guy with sharp features, but she couldn't keep her eyes off of his wings. They sprouted from his back like two extra limbs that he could control at will, with long, silky black feathers like a raven.
The feathers of her wings flared when she was angry, making her appear bigger than she was.
They had wings like a hummingbird that fluttered just as fast as his heart when he saw them.
He hated his wings sometimes. They were big and bulky and never useful to him when he was on the ground. He groaned as he bent to pick up the things his wings had managed to knock off the shelf, only to have them swipe a few more items from the counter and onto the floor.
Her wings were neatly folded behind her back, tucked close. At a sudden noise behind her, she jolted, her wings shooting out to display her full wingspan. Her heart pounded in her chest, her feathers twitching as she searched for the source of the noise.
The wings on their back gently shifted, hovering over her head to shield her from the rain.
His wings stretched out to their full wingspan as a last minute attempt to keep himself from falling.
She felt free when she was in the air, her wings finally able to stretch out to their full potential. She felt so trapped on the ground sometimes, forced to keep them folded so they don't get in the way.
God, he thought they were beautiful. They were an angel, had to be. An angel blessed with the prettiest wings he had ever seen on a person, sprouting gently from their back like a waterfall of feathers.
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ask-alpha-ghoul · 20 days
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*ze grumbled a few slurs angrily, crawling into his nest for cuddles.*
*Alpha opened an eye, humming as he held per close*
Rant or just need to be held?
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thirstyvampyr · 8 days
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Frank celebrated for pretending to be gay vs Ian upstairs who just got beat up by his closeted boyfriend full of internalized homophobia
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