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katiky-png · 2 months
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who should i do next
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hayden-christensen · 2 months
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HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN photographed by Norman Wong for Empire Magazine's 25 Years of the Star Wars Prequels (February 2024)
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kawaiiiuniverssse · 19 days
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Sometimes a family is two proud dads, their magic skeleton daughter, and their two rambunctious sons. And I think that’s beautiful.
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akai-anna · 7 days
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please, tell me i'm not the only one who is obsessed over kaito chilling there and making friends with seagulls
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Give Me More | Steve x FemReader
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Mr. Harrington's Secretary AU
TW: It's smut. A little licky lick. A little of the old in & out. Lots of cum. Laid-back Reverse Cowgirl. Yee-haw! 18+ NSFW
For @loveshotzz
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"John Harrington's office," you speak into the blue-gray phone receiver wedged between your shoulder and ear while shuffling a stack of papers in front of you, ensuring they're neatly aligned before punching a staple through the corner.
"Hi, honey," his deep voice crackles over the line.
"Steve, you know you're not supposed to call me at work," a smile lifts the apples of your cheeks, happy that he insists on breaking the rules.
"I can't help it. I've been thinking about you all day."
"Oh yeah? What have you been thinking?" You spin your chair away from the open door where Mr. Harrington sits behind his desk. 
"I've been thinking about all the things I want to do to you," his voice drops an octave and you can picture his sultry lips forming every word.
"Why don't you tell me?" squeezing your thighs together, you smooth your hands against the rigid corduroy of your skirt. A few words from him, and you're already on edge.
"I'd rather show you. After work, yeah?"
"Yeah," you say, practically melting in your seat.
"I need you to do something for me," the door chime of Family Video sounds in the background, and you can hear a few far-off voices chattering, "Just a minute," he tells you before his voice becomes muffled, "It's your turn, Robin."
"Sorry," his voice comes back clearer.
"It's fine," you say with a little shake of your head, even though he can't see you.
"After we hang up, I want you to go to the bathroom and take off your panties."
Your lungs pull in a sharp breath. "Steve–"
"I'm going to bring you a coffee, and I'm taking them with me."
"Steve–" 
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," with that, the line goes dead. 
As usual, he got his way, charming his way into the office, pulling you out into the hall. Holding out his hand, expecting his prize. Never bet against Steve Harrington. With a kiss and smile and a hand up your skirt, he leaves you wet and wanting with a promise of tonight.
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He had you naked and on your hands and knees, eating you from behind before he even said hello.  Mumbling how he was hard all day with your panties in his pocket. Broad wet tongue sliding up and down your center, humming like you're his favorite flavor, swirling around the tight pucker of your ass before thrusting into your pussy. You were still pulsing from your first orgasm when he muttered, "I need you," and the pressure of his cock was at your entrance pushing inside. 
Lifting your ass slowly, you grip the pale skin of his hairy thighs and bring your hips down hard, taking your time grinding your clit, running your hand over his full sac, earning a deep low groan. You've been working him like this since you started. Riding him in reverse cowgirl, teasing him, moving torturously slow on the up strokes.
He can't take his eyes off the view of your swollen folds wrapped around his cock. Sucking him in as he disappears inside you. He's already cum once but stayed hard, even more turned on feeling his cum inside you. It mixes with your slick, rings of it drip down his dick, making a mess. He grips your cheeks and lets go watching them bounce. Gives them a spank before stretching them apart, giving himself a better look at your creamy cunt, but his patience is starting to slip. You're his, and he's going to fuck you like he owns you. 
"Lie back, baby," his hands grip your waist, pulling you against him until your head rests on his shoulder. The soft skin of your back rubs against the bristly hairs of his chest, legs spread open on either side of his hips. The mattress squeaks as he brings his knees up, feet flat on the bed, fucking up into you from below. He thrusts hard but keeps a steady pace, that thick length dragging against your velvety front wall.
"Fuck, Steve," you whine, your hand moving to your clit, rubbing slow circles. 
"You look so pretty like this," his fingertips scrape your skin, running over the jut of your hips, the dip of your flat stomach.
He nudges your temple with his nose until you turn your head, stretching for a kiss, sloppy, wet, all tongue. Your bouncing tits draw his attention, "Look at these," his big hands engulf your breasts, kneading upward until he's rolling your hard nipples. 
A loud moan rips from your throat. 
"I know it feels good, doesn't it?" His lips are brushing the shell of your ear, "You like it when I stuff your pussy full of my cum?"
"Uh-huh," you whine, nodding in agreement. 
"I know you do, baby," his hand slides up your chest to wrap around your neck, "Jesus, I can feel you soaking my balls."
"Give me more, Steve. I need it."
"Keep rubbing your clit," he grabs you under your thigh, lifting you slightly, giving himself room to piston his hips, driving his cock deep, punishing your g-spot. 
"I want you to cum. Wanna feel your tight little cunt milking me dry."
Slick with sweat, and you start to slide. He holds you steady, gripping you tighter, never slowing his frantic pace. The sound of slapping skin, moans, and grunts of his exertion fills the room. 
"I'm close," you cry, "Don't stop," your free hand clutching his arm. The feeling builds slower with more intensity than the first – winding you tighter, ecstasy completely taking over.
"Are you ready for me, baby? Gonna take all I give you?" His nails dig into the curve of your hip somehow quickening his pace, "I'm gonna make you so full, you're gonna feel me all night," his cock starts to swell hitting that spot that has the coil inside you snapping. Your pussy clenches him hard, your body trembling around him. With a deep moan, you feel his warmth spurting inside you. He slows to a stop and rearranges his arms to hold you, pressing small kisses to your temple. 
"Honey, I think you were made for me."
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jangmi-latte · 27 days
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TELELET 📞📳📞TELELET📞📳📞CAN I HALP U?👀🧐😈TELELET📞📳📞TELELET📞📳📞 BORK🐶🐶BORK🐶🐶BORK🐶🐶AYAYAY🎶🎶 AYM🤭🤪 YOR LITOL😝😍😍BATIRPLAY🦋🦋AYAYAY🎶🎶🎶AYM😅😅🤩YOR LITOL😘😘😍BATERPLAY🦋🦋AYAYAY🎶🎶AYM🤩😅🤩YOR LITOL😍🤩😍 BATIRPLAY🦋 call me old fashioned, but i was born to serve vil. i do the laundry, cook dinner, clean dishes. i live to serve & carry out every demand of his on the slightest whim, its what i was put on this earth to do. if he cheats on me then its my fault! he caught me slipping. *eyes pop out* AROOOOOOOOGA! *jaw drops tongue rolls out* WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF *tongue bursts out of the mouth uncontrollably leaking face and everything in reach* WURBLWUBRLBWURblrwurblwurlbrwubrlwburlwbruwrlblwublr *tiny cupid shoots an arrow through heart* Ahhhhhhhhhhh me lady... *heart in the shape of a heart starts beating so hard you can see it through shirt* ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum *milk truck crashes into a bakery store in the background spiling white liquid and dough on the streets* BABY WANTS TO FUCK *inhales from the gas tank* honka honka honka honka *masturabtes furiously* ohhhh my gooooodd~ Wheeeee! Oinka oinka! Haaaaaaheeee! A- whooooga A-whoooooga! Aaaaaargh! Hneeeeeeeee! Fnrgh! Grunt grunt! Hinggggg! Whazzo! Boink jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely.
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But like 10/10 media is gay people covered in blood and sweat in the pouring rain with knives at each other's throats backed up against a grimy wall and realizing they wish they were in a cottage somewhere with their aggressor sitting on their lap with their head on their shoulder humming a song theyve both mutually agreed is for them
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browniesarethebest · 2 months
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Me when Dick calls Bruce "Dad" in a fic:
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crispywizardtale · 3 months
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cherry-pop-elf · 20 days
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could i ask for headcanons of what petnames / endearments the Weasleys like to be called by their significant other 😄
thank you if you do! and thanks anyways for reading this even if you don't 😊
Oh my god this is so adorable yes yes yes yes yes-! The flip side of what the Weasley call you. Now THEY must be attacked with the affection mwhaahahah!!!!
Nick Names The Weasley Siblings Like To Be called By
William ‘Bill’
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His siblings, and the goblins at the bank, get to give him little wolf inspired nick names. Anyone else will be stabbed. But you are the exception to the rule. He won’t lie. He always gets flustered whenever you call him “Mr. Wolf” all teasingly, in a sing song tone. What gets him red in the face is you calling him “Red Riding Hood-“ Tho. As a flip of the script, and also the fact he’s a red head. That’s the only nick name you are blessed with saying. Calling him Red, Big Red Wolf, and other teasing nick names of that nature. Maybe the Weasley twins, on a good day, but you are his little fairy tale.
Charlie
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He’s the playboy type, so you calling him Big Boy is a winner. Daddy to. That’s one way to get his engine going real fast. He does have a nick name he likes that you are only allowed to say, and not infront of company. Amber. He likes the nick name amber. A cute play on the fact many dragons of hoards, and a compliment to his ginger hair. Makes him feel like he’s precious. Big guys deserve to feel soft.
Percy
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He’s not really one for nicknames. It feels childish to him. He has an image to uphold. He’s always trying to act like he’s the exception and what everyone aspires to be. Doesn’t help Molly fed that idea to him. Still, what gets him to flush will be those cheesey wifey names. Calling him Pumpkin, Honey, Dear, Darling. The classics. Hey, his nose is always in books. He’s got that hopeless romantic in him.
Fred
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Freddy, kinda a given. A names branching off that. It’s simple and classic. But everyone does that. Like Charlie, he’s a sucker for the Big Boy comments. His real heart stopper, though, gotta be Boss/Bossman. Bossman in the playful tone, and Boss for the…You know what tone. What can he say? It feels good to be in charge.
George
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Similar to Fred. Georgie though gets to him a lot. He loved being called Georgie. Along with very sugary names. Like Pumpkin, Sugar, Cupcake, Sweetie, stuff like that. He’s adorable like that. He loves flirty nick names. He just loves it. Call him Teddy Bear, and he’s puddy in your arms. Since he loves hugs and cuddles.
Ron
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Ever since his sixth year at Hogwarts, he’s kinda not the most excited by nicknames. Can you blame him? He LITERALLY got drugged. Bro. There is an exception, though. It sounds egotistical, but it really isn’t. He loves when you call him “My Hero.” He doesn’t really feel appreciated or as loved as the others. He deserves to feel special. He’s not smart like Hermione, special like Harry, and don’t get him started on his siblings. Make him feel special. He deserves it.
Ginny
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She has a weird thing about her femmnity. Not because she was raised by brothers. Just that she is excepted to be femmine, and gets called a pick me for not being it. So Nick names are very but it miss. Her siblings get a pass, but still. You gotta find that special one. You took notice how her siblings did dumb names. Like to make fun of the act of Nick names. Such as Gin Gin, Ginger Ale. Stuff like that. So, one day, you called her your “EnerGinny Drink-“ She laughed so hard she fell off her broom. Now you have an inside joke that her nick name is “Energy.” Only the twins figured it out, but are bros and keep hushed. So you two can have your special inside joke.
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sadiecoocoo · 3 months
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Im glad that everyone loves this scrunkly old man but can we please get more fan content for Morty, like yeah there’s a lot already… but it’s not enough…
I’ve scoured all of ao3, any possible tag that could help me find it has been searched, and I’m still trying to find more whump fics abt Morty… there are some but not a lot :/
It’s also kinda annoying that a lot of ppl don’t use the whump tag cuz it’s not as well known as the others like “angst” or “hurt/comfort.” And like yeah I could go for some angst… but I need them to be tortured and half lucid and bleeding out and going through immense pain as someone is terrified that the whumper is gonna die and is threatening the whumpee… and you don’t always get that with “hurt/comfort” cuz emotional hurt is a thing
SOMEONE GIVE ME MORE MORTY WHUMP WHERE RICK IS YELLING AT WHOEVER IS HURTING HIM AND PLOTTING THE MOST PAINFUL DEATH IMAGINABLE FOR THE JACK ASS THAT DARED TO HURT HIS GRANDSON
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that Oak is the kind of boy who trips over his own shoelaces and accidentally murders 11 people; who volleys himself into the jaws of danger so often that when he walks into a room covered head to toe in blood, no one is quite sure whether it is someone else's or his own; yet still, he manages to be a little ball of sunshine tenderly brushing the hair of important women, tending to wounds, and promising not to leave the Court of Teeth without Suren; is absolutely hilarious to me.
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professionalanime · 1 year
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Haven’t drawn in 2 weeks cuz ive been neck deep in moshang brainrot,,,,, i like that this trope comes back a lot of sqh being confusedly pulled into cuddles tho ahah
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mingi-banana · 1 year
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give me more: teaser.
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PAIRING: seonghwa x reader
GENRE: angst, fluff, smut, soulmate au (more to be revealed later)
WORD COUNT: 1.5k
OMG I am so excited for this!!! Please reblog and leave feedback, it'll mean the world to me <3 and please send in an ask if you want to be added to the taglist!
Enjoy the teaser (and the twist) hehe ;)
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“Happy birthday to you!”
Cheers erupt from your small party as you embarrassedly rub the right side of your face before closing your eyes and making a wish, hands clasped so tightly together they begin to turn white at the knuckles.
You blow out the candles and then open your eyes slowly to be met with the excited faces of your entourage. Hana immediately leaps at you, giggling in your ear, slightly drunk as always but enough so you can understand what she whispers to you, words slurring a little.
Hana has been your best friend since early primary school years, a bright, cheery young girl throughout the years you'd seen her around, whose disposition had dimmed slightly one day when her lunch tray was knocked over by a group of overexcited boys who paid the sniffing girl no mind. They had continued walking and carried on laughing about which of them would collect the most match attax cards. You had watched the whole interaction while sitting with your own group of friends, and looked on as nobody got up to help the girl who was still sat on the floor in a puddle of her lunch food. So you had sighed and walked over to her, crouching down so the two of you were level and offered her a hand. And the rest, they say, is history.
“So, what does it say?”
Ah, so that would certainly explain the eager faces around you. They aren’t really here for your 20th, it seems, but for the small words that you watch gradually spread across your wrist.
You attempt to pull the sleeves of your hoodie down, but to your dismay, you aren’t wearing one. You'd ditched the hoodie for once to wear an elegant dress, a ruched, figure hugging thing that would’ve seemed beautiful in your eyes had it not lacked one thing. Sleeves.
And they jump at the chance. Hands tug at your arm, which you desperately try to remove from their clutches, but it’s too late. Hana holds your wrist as close to her face as she can, determined to read it first, and out loud at that.
““Hey beautiful, can I get you a…. oh my god”“ she recites, before turning to you and smirking.
She looks over your befuddled expression once, before grinning like a Cheshire cat, “RIGHT! We’re going to the bar.”
 
You moan, complain, and do everything in your power to try and convince your best friend otherwise, but she only laughs at you and continues her determined march while dragging you down the road, telling you how much you'd love this.
“Wait, wait, hold on just a second, Hana… You’re not coming in with me?”
Since an unfortunate incident a year ago, you point-blank refuse to go anywhere near a bar, especially on your own and no matter if there’s a soulmate actually in there or not.
“And how do you know he's in there? He could’ve been offering to get me a blanket,” you protest, feeling your heart rate increase and getting more and more upset by the second.
“Because I do,” she says, with all the confidence in the world, “and there’s no way I’m coming in with you, no way at all! You need to find your man without any distractions, girl.”
“Yeah, like you.” you mutter, eyes downcast as you turn the corner to the bar.
You'd been waiting to turn 20 and see the words on your wrist from the moment your mother told you about the whole process everyone goes through as they become an adult. Sleepless nights you had spent tucked away in the covers in your own small world, thinking up scenarios in which you and your soulmate would meet and cherish the moment together. From wide, excited eyes to wonder and happiness at finally finding the other half of your soul, literally. It filled you with a sense of anticipation, barely able to live properly in the here and now from living in your head so much.
So to find out your soulmate was to meet you in the bar was a bit of a downer, really. Why not in a nice restaurant, or even at a shopping centre?
But no, it just has to be a bar. So much could happen. He could be any old alcoholic or druggie, too drunk to register the moment he's been waiting for his entire life and only to forget it seconds later.
You feel a pair of strong hands grip your shoulders and you shake yourself out of your thoughts, looking up in surprise to be met with Hana’s face inches from your own.
“We’re here! You have your phone, don’t you? So call me if anything goes wrong, which I highly doubt,” she continues, and presses a kiss to your cheek, “I promise you’ll be fine, just sit on your own and wait for him to come up to you. Love you, have fun!”
And she walks behind you, places her hands on your shoulders once again, and pushes you through the doors.
It’s too noisy. Too crowded. Too everything.
As if on autopilot, you make a beeline for the stools near the bartender, the only person who actually seems to have a sane mind on him in this place. He looks at you in amusement and begins to ask why you aren’t enjoying yourself and you tell him in low tones before he gets too loud,
“My soulmate’s here.”
That shuts him up.
He extends a hand.
“I'm Wooyoung,” the man introduces confidently and directs a smile towards you, which falls once he looks at your forlorn expression. “What’s wrong, love?”
You sigh and rest your head in your hands, and Wooyoung barely catches what you say next.
“I don’t like bars, and I’m supposed to meet my soulmate here,” You decide you can trust this overly confident man, and extend your arm out towards him. “Look.”
He catches you off guard by pulling your hand up to his lips and giving it a kiss and you lift your head to see another shit-eating smirk on his face. You want to think he's really handsome but he's not your soulmate and you don’t want to waste your thoughts. You have one goal tonight, and it’s heading out the bar as soon as possible (soulmate attached or not).
“Just joking.” He adds quickly, and this time he looks down and reads the words on your wrist.
He breathes out with a huff.
“Well doesn’t he sound like he's out for a fuck.”
“Wooyoung!” you laugh and hit his arm lightly, and he's about to laugh in return when he hears a drink order being shouted at him.
“Be right back.” he grins and shoots you a wink, and you shake your head in mock exasperation, a smile of your own pulling at your lips.
What a shame Wooyoung isn’t your soulmate.
Speaking of which you do think you should’ve met him by now, whoever he was. You honestly could’ve spent the first few hours of being 20 with your friends like going shopping, going on joyrides, whatever 20 year olds would’ve done. Normal 20 year olds who would’ve met their soulmate naturally instead of guessing where they were going to be and then going to that place in the hopes of meeting them. It was so unfair he had to be an alcoholic, too. What would you have done when the two of you went on a date? Gone to a bar, that’s what. Hana was so stupid for jumping to conclusions and sending you to a bar, of all places, and alone at that! You probably look like such a loner as well, perched on a dirty barstool with your head in your hands. What an utter waste of half an hour of your precious life.
You look at your stupid tattoo once more:
Hey beautiful, can I get you a… oh my god.
You sigh, looking up, and are just about to yell out to Wooyoung that you're leaving and may even return to talk to him again one day, when you feel a warm hand on the small of your back. You stop breathing.
“Hey beautiful, can I get you a –“
You spin around to face your soulmate. Your mouth drops open in disbelief.
“Oh my god.” He finishes as he sees you, almost apologetic.
You can’t quite believe what you're seeing.
“No fucking way.” You manage, eyes as wide as saucers and mouth still open.
And his eyes open up in horror. He pulls up his sleeve and double checks his wrist, mouthing the words you just whispered. He shakes his head and pulls his sleeve back down then stares at you and you can see his chest rise and fall, fingers twitching ever so slightly, and you contemplate doing a runner because this is just so wrong. You can’t believe it’s him.
He doesn’t speak, and you continue to stare back at him, not understanding how he would be your soulmate.
Because the man in front of you is Mr Park Seonghwa.
Your best friend’s dad.
🎶to be continued 🎶
 Taglist: @fallinforwoo @pseudosoobin
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bruceawaynefrfr · 5 months
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Me when someone writes a character analysis that's so accurate
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fudgelling-away · 4 months
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You are all beautiful
Looking at your artwork makes me feel so warm and happy.
And the reason is not Sans and his cute face.
No, I adore your pictures because they radiate joy, love and all the happy stuff that Sans makes you feel.
Each picture feels so pure. Such good emotions.
You are all beautiful 🤍 I hope you are having a great day and all the people you meet are nice to you.
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