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zephyrine-gale · 8 months

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day 6 of one dan heng a day until he comes out good luck on your pulls!

#honkai star rail #dan heng #dan feng #imbibitor lunae #my art #i need him Now #also making this a sticker ajdjh

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sugurizz · 7 months

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I hope one day I piss Satoru off so much he suddenly stands up and his huge hand pushes me down on my knees then he cold-bloodedly grabs his blindfold and ties it around my eyes then instantly sticks his cock down my throat and pull me by the hair till my nose hits his thick snowy pubes and my drool soaks his heavy balls and I feel all my senses going numb cause his spongy tip is hammering the back of my throat and his big ass fingers are caging my jaw and all I can feel other than the darkness of his blindfold on my face is the sound of him chuckling and mimicking me and cruelly laughing at how my snotty nose is struggling to inhale and my stuffed mouth can't even moan right.

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bettysupremacy · 8 months

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SHUT UPSNSBW I love it sm. I asked for the James prompt that you just did and I’m fan girling so hard rn. I’m too shy to ask for anything that’s not anonymous (I’m sorry 😔) but omg can you do another where they’re just cuddling and talking. Omg maybe reader just met James’ parents and they’re in his room and shes like I swear I love your mom more than you now. Again if you don’t feel inspired no pressure, love you girly pop 🫶

you make me sick. this was the most insufferably adorable idea. you make me sick, he makes me sick, he is so boyfriend, and we are now bffs.

“I’m serious,” You convey to James, chin propped on his chest. “I fear I may love your mum more than you now, Jamie.”

He smiles down at you lovingly, thumb swiping between your eyes, down your nose, and along the apple of your cheek. “Don’t replace me.”

You’re fond, watching his half lidded eyes. “That’s my girl, James. She wants me in book club.”

“And also don’t do that.”

You giggle, dropping your cheek to his chest. “She said she’d make a shirt for your games, James.”

He groans, his hand falling to hold your jaw. “Her rugby mom shirts are already enough.”

“Rugby girlfriend.” You sing, sitting back up to look at him.

He pushes your face away, rough palm gentle with the precious cargo he calls your face. “That’s enough.”

You smile and he feels it against his palm. “I’m so happy she likes me.”

“Me too, lovely.” His genuineness aches in you, a smile fighting to your face.

You nod, feeling his eyes on you heavily. “And I think your dad liked me.”

“Dad loved you.”

“You think?”

“He invited you to golf.” He deadpans.

You giggle softly, hands on his cheeks. “That was sweet of him.”

“You’re not going.”

“That’s impolite.”

“It’s boring.” He smiles. “I’m saving you.”

Euphemia’s soft knock on the open door slips James, but you make to sit up politely. His hand pushes the small of your back down onto him heavily. You descend with a tiny oomph.

“Where’re you goin-“

“Please do not manhandle your girlfriend.” Euphemia is stern, but her smile is fond watching her son flinch.

“Mum.” James eyes shut, startled at her intrusion. His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, just below his glasses. The hand on your back still works softly.

“James,” She mimics, leaning against the white doorframe breezily. “I was just coming up to say I found the book.”

“The book?” You ask James.

He groans, long and drawn out, hand over his eyes, with the dramatics of Sirius. “The baby book.”

You gasp, handing gripping his broad arms under you. “Can I see?” You beg James. “I want to see.”

He shakes his head, patting your back. “It’s so embarrassing, lovely.”

“Oh, you were probably so cute, please just a peek.”

“He was the cutest.” Effie smiles. “And when he’d take baths he’d-”

“Alright!” James interrupts. “She’s heard enough.”

“No I haven’t.” You smile brilliantly at him.

“Come on,” Euphemia coaxes. “you know how Monty loves it.”

��Loves what?” He pops in.

“The book.”

“The book!” He gasps, palming Effie’s arm. “We have to get it out.”

His hand works warmly over her shoulder. The loving touch of a husband. You let something fond crumple in your chest at the sight. This’ll be you and James in some decades.

“This is so humiliating.” James moans.

Under his warm blue blanket, you brim with love. It’s palpable as you grin.

“I’m so happy.” You whisper to him.

He moons, hand coming out of the blanket to push hair away. “Don’t do this to me.”

You smile, eyes crinkling prettily. The air in his lungs knock out of him, his chest deflating. “I’m not doing anything.”

He sighs, desperate for a kiss, but weary of his parents in the doorframe. “Alright,” his eyes don’t leave yours. “We’ll be down in a moment, mum, get the book.”

Effie gasps, eyes twinkling towards Monty. “Get the book!”

The sound of their footsteps tumble down the stairs quickly.

“You made your mom really happy.”

He nods silently, eyes roaming back down to your lips, neck, and chest, mind far from yours.

Both warm cheeks in his rough hands, and his parents gone, he pulls your face to his. It’s long, and soft, and he really doesn’t want to pull back, trailing warm kisses down your jaw, down to your neck.

“That was really evil, sweetheart.” He murmurs, pulling away from your spit sticky skin.

“I didn’t do anything.” You breathe, letting his thumb work over your lips, overly aware of his eyes roaming there.

He smiles, sitting up with the weight of you still in his lap. “You’re too pretty.”

You laugh out, climbing off his lap. “Shut up, stupid, I have baby pictures to look at.”

He sighs, following you.