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marsalta · 2 months
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enii · 1 month
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Not at my best, but still trying my hardest💕
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becca-e-barnes · 1 month
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I’ve been enjoying some premature ejaculation thoughts recently and it’s probably time to talk about them before they makes me even dizzier 🤤
Just the thought of slipping Bucky’s thick, leaking dick slowly inside you while you’re on top. The glide down on top of him is wonderful and when he’s as deep inside you as you can manage, you take a second to just enjoy feeling stuffed full.
You feel him throbbing inside you, his dick twitching and although he’s trying to keep it together, he’s determined not to let you know that.
After a couple of seconds, you raise your hips and let them fall again, working just a couple of inches towards the base of his cock.
You do the same again a few more times, barely establishing a rhythm before you feel Bucky’s grip on your hips tighten. “You have to slow down for me, sweetheart.”
The strain in his voice floods you with panic for a second and you stop moving.
“Does it hurt? We can try a different position if you like.” You cradle his face with one hand while holding yourself up with the other, staying as still as possible.
“It doesn’t hurt. Just might not last very long like this. Feels so good.” He’s a little embarrassed to admit it but he’s got nothing to worry about.
“Oh? You like this?” You roll your hips once more and enjoy the sharp intake of air it forces into your partner. “Is this too much for you?”
He nods sheepishly, aware of how much he wants this but of how much he wants to please you too.
“You gonna cum inside me already?” You tease, biting your bottom lip while you raise your hips up, letting him slide almost entirely out of you before sinking back down.
The moan it draws from him is beautiful but you’re not stopping there. “You are, aren’t you? You’re going to stuff my pretty pussy full of cum for me. Gonna make sure you have nothing left tonight.”
“Fuck, fuck.” He groans, his hands gripping your waist, pressing you down so he can finish as deep inside you as he can. His face is scrunched in pleasure while his hot cum shoots in thick ropes against the walls of your eager pussy.
There’s something so satisfying in the knowledge that it took no time at all for him to finish and if the rest of the evening is like this, it’ll be a whole lot more fun than you imagined.
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kuravix · 2 months
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Fan: I have a wholesome request for a cute drawing of Bepo sulking over Law snuggling an animal 💜👉👈
Oda: A possessively jealous Bepo commiting a violent murder? You got it 👍
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dunkinbublin · 10 months
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slkngls happy wednesday take my favorite archie panel redrawn
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mushtoons · 3 months
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Would you perhaps… draw ROTTMNT Raph and Donnie hugging? 🥺
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they're just babies 🥺
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caelanglang · 11 months
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dear diary… one day I met the little prince…
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but just as the storybook said… we got separated… all I know is that somewhere out there… we see the same stars…
ps. they found each other again...
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homkamiro · 6 months
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Sudden scoutling because I feel like it
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faeriekit · 16 days
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Snowdrift Sanctuary
a phic phight fill for sapphireshield (who isn't on tumblr)
“Is this alright?” Phantom asked quietly, blunt human face pressed into the ruff of his new coat.
There was nothing wrong, but that wasn’t the issue; the human needed reassurance, and reassurance Frostbite could provide.
“Of course,” Frostbite agreed easily, if gently. “Neuschnee made it for you. It was always intended to be yours.”
Humans tended to be sensory-seeking. With no fur of their own, and sensitive skin and hands, they had the ability to physically feel more through touch than his people could. The paw of Frostbite’s remaining arm was tough, callused from work and combat; but the human could swab his face across the ruff and sleeves of his coat and receive textural information that was entirely alien to the yeti mind.
Frostbite would have to ensure that the boy had gloves. It would be a shame if his hypersensitive hands were made damaged by the cold.
“...But,” the boy tried, and to his credit, his concern was sympathetic. “Wouldn’t someone else need the fur? Like, even if you have your own fur…wouldn’ it make a good blanket? Or…something…?”
Petting, for humans, thankfully, seemed to work exactly as it did for his kin. Sure, Frostbite had to be more gentle with his claws, but combing through and smoothing down the human’s black spot of hair was more than enough for the endorphins to kick in. Oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin would require further study, but the base understanding of hormones were easy to understand: skin on skin contact equalled a well-adjusted human adolescent.
Phantom’s eyes drooped. Frostbite smiled to himself. The sight was identical to Salju’s cubs settling down before a nap.
“We are not low on resources,” Frostbite soothed, half-purring. It was an immature noise, but conducive to soothing distressed young. “We are not hungry. We are prosperous, and require little; as an adept living with our people, we would be remiss not to provide for you.”
…The human’s nose crinkled.
“It is our job to give you things so that you do not fade,” Frostbite clarified.
Phantom’s face flushed a warm red. The adolescent’s half-human biology was fascinating.
And, true, it would probably be easier to care for Phantom if he remained in his ghostly form all the time, but it would be unfair and dangerous for his long-term development to force him to do so. Phantom was a half-human, and deserved to spend time adjusting to all of his forms. Neuschnee had already begun working on the human’s boots; soon he would no longer be confined only to Frostbite’s warmed residence. With a thick hood and gloves to cover his extremities, Frostbite had little doubt that the human would soon be wrestling with (gentle) age-mates, practicing his English with his sister’s pilfered human texts, and learning how to control his snow.
Phantom was very small. He was very delicate, and there was an instinct in Frostbite that continued to worry that handling him wrong might snap the human in half. A yeti at Phantom’s height would still be a very young cub, and yet twice as sturdy and twice as broad.
Still, he was a bright, kind being, and… Frostbite sighed. And he had no understanding of why the human’s parents had rejected him for his current state.
And, certainly, his human sister had tried to explain it to him, bundled in three coats and her red nose weeping in the cold as she begged for his sanctuary. The prospect was merely mind-boggling to him. Young were rare and precious. Their natures were never guaranteed. What was the use of rejecting a cub you had spent a decade raising?
…Frostbite exhaled carefully out his nose. It was not his job to understand their attitude. It was only his role to act in their place until the half-human came of age.
“You don’t have to,” Phantom muttered, face a curious shade of red. Having red internal fluids made for interesting displays of emotion. “I…I can work it off, or…”
Frostbite continued petting the human. The human did not continue speaking.
“Or,” Frostbite continued kindly, “You may join Pritla, Nieve and I, and assist us in devouring a nice, cold, glacier shark. We buried it last season, so it is no longer toxic to digest outright.”
Phantom snorted out a laugh. Yes, there would be human-appropriate food available for him, but Frostbite was not joking about the shark. Now that the toxins had drained into the soil for months, he was happy to take his turn ripping huge chunks of flesh with his teeth for an evening meal. And, who knows; perhaps the enrichment value of consuming a fermented shark with one's bare hand would pique Phantom’s interest in other traditional foods?
“Will there be silverware?” Phantom asked, teasing. He accepted Frostbite’s proffered hug, engaging in sensory-seeking activity in the same way he had with his new coat. Frostbite was ecstatic.
“Of course not,” Frostbite rumbled, more than pleased. “Use of weaponry during mealtimes is explicitly cheating. Now, are you comfortable defending your plate from younger cubs, or should I shield you with my body?”
Frostbite might not have felt prepared to care for Phantom, but raising a half-human would undoubtedly be a fascinating experience.
Besides; unlike mortal parents, the burden of keeping Phantom alive was already largely moot.
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bleue-flora · 6 days
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Ok, so can we talk about Punz for a second? Because like when I rewatched that stream the other day, not only did I notice that is was Punz who avenged Dream by killing Tommy and returning all of his stuff, after Sapnap and Tommy had ambushed Dream and refused to return it [details] (making him truly the mvp, who really doesn’t get enough credit). But I also noticed some other fun things.
Specially this.
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And this.
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Tommy punches Dream -> immediately killed by Punz [clip].
Like okay maybe we could make the point that Dream pays him to kill Tommy and reclaim all of his stuff [clip], but pretty sure Dream isn’t paying him to be so protective.
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mikibagels · 9 months
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I'm very normal about them. I haven't been thinking about this idea non-stop for the last 2 weeks. I've actually been very sane and normal like everyone else.
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enii · 1 month
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Same 🐱🐱
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ifucouldfindme · 24 days
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do y'all ever think that lestat also stopped claudia from going to europe because he knew what would happen to her? we know that he didn't give a flying fuck about vampires finding out that he gave the dark gift to a child but he also knew who she would find there and what would happen. he knew it. and here me out, if she went, he would go after her and he would protect her. he would massacre the whole coven if they touched a single hair of her head. no one would never be able to convince me that lestat didn't love claudia. that was his daughter. she was his replica. he was proud of her, of how far she could go and how evil she was. and i go as far to say that (in the book) if he had managed to get armand's blood and properly heal, he would've killed every single one of those weirdos. maybe even let louis kill armand.
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ryandoesfanart · 3 months
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Continuing the Catseries!! UvU yes...i have more, so much more ideas hehe oh and if you have suggestions: don´t hold back!! I would love to hear some of ya´lls ideas! Might even manage to include some :D
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pumpkin-patch-cat · 3 months
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⸸ Satan and Aftercare ⸸
Warning: 18+ - mention of physical vulnerability after intimacy. GN reader.
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⸸ Satan gives the best aftercare (after having taught himself how).
Albeit a lil' clumsy with it, he does his best and makes sure the care kit is stocked and ready.
He knows he's a force to be wreckoned with, leaving more cuts and bruises on his fragile human's body during one session than they've probably received in their lifetime.
Of course, it wasn't always like that in the beginning. Satan was possessive, sure, but that didn't equal caring. He's a demon, after all, and didn't pay much attention to your wellbeing since he truly didn't need to care for anyone aside from himself(and maybe Solomon), and even that is a chore.
No, it wasn't until he'd taken and used your body (with your permission) beyond its limit one night, leaving you a silent, weeping mess on the bed behind him. Seeing you curled up with tears staining your cheeks did something to his heart. You'd even flinched when he'd touched you.
This frustrated him--broke him.
But how could he take care of a human? Why can't they just heal quickly?? >:( Questions he alone didn't have the answers to. But that didn't stop him from trying.
So now armed with knowledge, he has things prepared. First aid kit, water bottle, towels, snacks, bath stuff, etc.
It threw you off the first time Satan left the room and came back with a towel to dab gently at your forehead, mid section and lower half, then start tending to the open cuts he enjoys painting the canvas that is your body with.
"...what are you doing...?"
"Nothing...-" He continues wiping your limbs before reaching for the first aid box, but pauses for a beat. "Why do you look so confused?"
"Uh...I mean you've never done...this...before, so like... why now?"
"...because you're getting blood all over my sheets. Now hold still." With knitted brows, Satan begins cleaning your cuts.
You smirk with a roll of your eyes and relax against the pillows.
"Whatever you say, jerk"
That made him smile.
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whump-on-a-string · 3 months
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Guy's been alone in his lil vampire house for about 4 decades too long and forgot how to have a normal conversation. He just yoinks people off the street for a little dinner party bc he doesn't know how else to go about it. Poor bastard just wants some friends.
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I like my shenanigans with a bit of levity.
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