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jey-draws · 2 years
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Anatomically correct psyduck
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fandomfoundmyart · 2 years
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eddie munson being his amazing fabulous self
and mike in awe having just met eddie at the start of the year
anyway enjoy these dumb sketches lol
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Fuck this fuck you *undertales your satsuten*
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corrodedcoffyn · 2 years
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 the passing of the everly brothers absolutely DESTROYS eddie. 
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lillybean730 · 1 year
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there's this fan interpretation of shou as a prolific arsonist but he only did that once 😤
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konaiiro · 4 months
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wip in between comms to support the jock Neil and greaser goth Andrew agenda
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cobaltbeam · 3 days
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"Stay. Here."
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nerdpoe · 9 months
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Spirit Halloween Meet Cute AU short
The ritual was well underway, and Bruce could see Dick choking on a strange liquid the cultists were forcing down his throat. It was the same liquid that filled the small pool he was restrained in.
It was Lazarus Waters.
As if that wasn't enough, drawn in blood on the ground was a strange sigil, presumably for invoking something or someone.
And Bruce knew he was out of time; if he wanted Dick to survive, he couldn't wait for a JLD member.
He had to move.
He broke the skylight and crashed into the middle of the enemy, trusting his team to follow. The fighting was mostly a blur, with Bruce's sole focus on getting to a now-limp Nightwing.
And then the sigil lit up.
From the Lazarus water Dick was resting in, a figure started to emerge.
It appeared to be a man around the same age as Bruce, a little taller than him, with snow white hair and glowing green eyes. He was haloed with an ethereal light as he picked up Dick's unconscious body like it was nothing.
Bruce did not think.
Only vaguely aware of the cries of despair behind him, Bruce launched himself at the strange being and decked it in the face.
The being reeled back, and Bruce used its distraction to rip Dick out of its arms.
Bruce darted back enough to hand Dick off to a swearing Jason, and readied himself to go after the being again.
But the being just stood there, hand to its face as it stared at him in...awe?
"You're a human," it-he-said, appearing amazed, "And you actually managed to hurt me."
Bruce bared his teeth in a facsimile of a smile.
"I can make it hurt a lot worse, too-"
"Marry me."
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"...What?"
"Wait, did I say that outloud?"
"I can't...I don't even know who you are. So. Marriage is not. Uh." Bruce fumbled, unsure of how to handle this turn of events.
"My moniker is Phantom, my name is Danny, and I'm going to disappear now and act like I don't exist."
There was an overwhelming pressure, his ears popped, and Bruce's opponent was...gone.
"Tt. He is clearly not good enough for you."
"Cute."
"Black Bat, no; watching out father figure flirt is not cute. B, if you're done swooning, we need to finish mopping up the cultists."
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vspin · 2 months
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The fact they added this is just amazing because FR elves love their ears rubbed. A+ to lore and animation team. Free camera mod informed me that is not the only thing getting rubbed
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commanderwindy · 4 months
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Legend complains too much sometimes
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Don’t worry he will someday learn
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kiwisorbet · 5 months
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Hyrule warriors Link
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bunnyreaper · 6 months
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welcome to the 141
kinktober 3 - bukkake, hate sex
price + ghost x reader
(18+/mdni, noncon, misogyny, no but seriously... misogyny, degradation)
Real men belong in the 141, real women belong on their knees.
That's what your arsehole friend had joked when you told him about your intention to transfer, but you were determined to prove him and everyone else wrong. You'd gotten this far, and you could make it just that little bit further. 
You sit in the gym, anxiously waiting for Captain Price and Lieutenant Riley to arrive and begin a physical assessment with you—their reputations precede them, and you want nothing more than to impress them, so they have no choice but to accept you into the task force. 
The squeak of the door pulls you out of your thoughts, redirecting your attention to the two behemoth men who have just walked through the door—all bulging muscles barely contained in tight-fitting compression shirts. The way you rise to your feet is sheer instinct, as you rush into a greeting that is swiftly cut off. 
Captain Price walks with a swagger, and stops at the side of the mat in the middle—he beckons you forward wordlessly, as Ghost steps forward to meet you in the middle of the mat. 
"So you're the girl that wants to try out for the 141?" The captain asks, and you internally bristle at his use of such a diminutive word, but you decide to push down your protests as you decide to ignore it.
You nod eagerly. "That's me, captain." 
He smirks, his face twisting with sick amusement as he crosses his arms over his chest and his eyes crawl over your body. "It's not going to be easy, last chance to back out."
The taunt only makes you more determined. "Thanks, but no thanks." 
He and the Lieutenant share a look, one you can't really perceive the meaning of, but you know whatever comes next is going to be the biggest challenge of your career. 
"We'll start with a sparring session, you can show the Lieutenant what you're made of." 
You nod obediently, turning to Ghost as the two of you start to square up and prepare to spar. He doesn't say a word, and neither do you, as you quietly appraise him and figure out how to use his massive stature against him. 
The tension is thick, each second crawling by as you breathe in and hyperfocus before making your first move. 
You barely get a grip on him before he's slamming you into the mat, limbs pinning you down with ease as you fight to suck down your breaths. "Fuck."
"Impressive." He mutters, tone completely dry. 
The whole situation makes your temper flare, as you can feel them already underestimating you, can practically taste their misogynistic attitudes in the air. You struggle against Ghost's hold, still unable to grapple free. "Let me go again, I wasn't ready." You rush out an excuse, yet you're determined to not let him get the better of you a second time. 
The Captain's voice cuts in, heavy with judgement and condescension. "You think out in the field they'll be waiting for you to be ready, soldier?" He scoffs and shakes his head. "Dumber than I thought, clearly." 
Each word stokes the fire inside you, makes you more and more desperate to prove yourself. Your chest heaves as your anger and determination escalate. "Just let me try again, please." 
Ghost looks to his Captain, who nods in approval before Ghost moves away and allows you to climb to your feet once more. 
Again, you both prepare, staring each other down. This time, you know a little of his tactics, of his plan to rush you and overwhelm you with his bulk, and your mind switches to executing more evasive maneuvers. 
You wait patiently for Ghost to make the first move, which you dodge with ease, you just make it out of his reach when he's rushing for you again, anticipating your dodge and sending you flying into the mat once more. 
You're not sure what burns more between the pain in your back and the humiliation you feel, but Ghost is on top of you, pinning you again. His hands are on your wrists as his hips are pushed into your core, and you can feel that the bastard is fucking hard. No amount of thrashing throws him off of you.
"Same result. Stop struggling." He growls, voice deep and menacing and impatient, as he grinds down and keeps you firmly in place.
"See this is the thing about little girls like you." Each word is snarled, sheer aggression unfolding from behind the mask. "You think you can make it a man's world, in the army, but you can't." 
"I can, women can." You whimper, voice frayed with pain as the lieutenant's grip tightens. 
You hear the dull thud of the Captain's footsteps as he moves into your line of sight and stares down at you.
"Go on then, break free." He commands, watching as you squirm fruitlessly, and a predatory smile crosses his face. "Pathetic, darling."
Price gives Ghost another look, as he frees you once more, and you stumble to your feet red-faced and mortified. 
"Captain—" You're about to challenge him, about to call him out on all of this sexist bullshit when his hands come to your shoulders, forcing you to your knees once more. 
"You can tell me all your precious feminist thoughts while you're down on your knees." He scoffs, working on unbuckling his belt right before your shocked face. 
Ghost does the same, belt clinking as the two men work to free their erections—you try to stand, but their hands keep you pinned before them, kneeling and waiting. 
"I'm not gonna do whatever you think you're asking!" You squeal as their thick cocks bounce free and taunt you with their appearance. 
"I'm not asking, I'm telling you to put that mouth to use instead of opening it for your pointless protests." The Captain begins, his hand working over his length slowly."  "You want in the 141? Know your place, on your knees and serving your superior officers, as a woman should."
Ghost does the same, gloved hand working his length dangerously close to your face. "That look in your eyes tells me everything we need to know. Strong, independent woman until you see a nice hard cock." 
"That's not true, I—" You open your mouth to protest, but find it stuffed full of the Captain's dick—his salty precum coating your tongue as he works his way inside. 
You suck on instinct, and of a creeping sense of fear of what will happen if you don't. They've gone this far, maybe it's just hazing, maybe this is how you— 
The Captain takes hold of your ponytail, pulling you up and down his length leisurely. "Much better, good girl."
The words make you flush against your will, your body betraying your usually headstrong self. 
He thrusts his cock as deep as you can take it without gagging, stilling there for a moment. "I'll break you in properly before long. Keep you under my desk, yeah, love?" 
The noise of rejection you make with your mouth full sounds awfully like approval to the men's ears. 
Ghost reaches down to grab your hand, wrapping your smaller fingers around his cock as you continue to suck the captain, while he taunts you. "This is your natural state, brain off, mouth full of dick. You don't have to pretend to be strong with us, it's better for all of us this way."
Price groans, deep and chesty in a way that makes your body sing against your will. "Always in need of some stress relief after a mission, you'd be perfect." He sighs, continuing to guide you up and down him. 
He pulls you off of him, guiding your head towards Ghost's length so you can swallow him instead. Ghost's hands hold either side of your head, working his cock inside before he thrusts with reckless abandon. "Fuck. If you weren't made to suck then why are you so fucking good at it, huh?" He all but growls, continuing to use your face as nothing more than a little fuckhole.  
He's rougher than Price, moves you faster up and down his cock, and forces himself deeper into your throat, your gagging sounds filling the room. "That's what I like to hear." 
"What do you think, Ghost?" The captain asks. 
"Need to make sure she knows her place." Ghost snarls, pulling you off of him harshly before forcing your head down to the floor, down to his boot. "Kiss it, then you can hump it like the desperate little slut you are."
"I'm not—" You whine, but he's tilting up his but to meet your mouth, so you can start to worship the leather. 
Tears prickle at your eyes as you lick and kiss his boot, desperately hoping the act will please him.
"You're a cunt, you're just a set of needy holes." He pulls you back up by the chin, repositioning you so your clit is pressed against his foot, and you start grinding down on instinct. 
"You deny it love, but look at the way you move those hips, it just comes naturally to you." Price laughs, his eyes blown with arousal. 
You hate it—hate what they're doing and what they've reduced you to, but at the same time you're so fucking needy, and Ghost is at least giving you some semblance of relief. 
"Grinding on my boot like a pathetic little doll. Don't make a mess, or you'll be cleaning it with your mouth." 
You want to cry out and rebuke them, but as your mouth opens, nothing comes out. 
"Shhh." Price coos, bringing up your hands to each of the man's dicks. "Just focus on us, darling." 
Your doe eyes stare at them desperately, as you do the only thing you can, jerk their cocks with fervor and chase the shocks of pleasure you get from rubbing against Ghost. You're so lost, so reduced, and yet unable to stop.
The volume of both men's groans increases, as they urge you into stroking faster and faster—it isn't long before they're both crashing toward the edge. 
"Paint her face, Simon." Price commands his Lieutenant, who takes hold of his cock and rubs until he's spilling fresh, sticky cum all over your face—in your lashes, on your lips and cheeks, even a little in your hair. 
The sight is enough to send Price over the edge too, his ropes joining Ghost's as they both cover your face entirely in rope after rope of cum.
"New fucking uniform for you." Ghost chuckles, slightly breathless, as he milks his cock for any remaining drops to stain your face with.
"Look at that." The look in Price's eyes is almost sweet, as he tilts up your chin to inspect your painted face. "Good job. Welcome to the 141, princess."
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basofy · 2 months
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nevr posted my off fanart here but there isnt a lot honestly
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hexadopamine · 6 months
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“let women be mean” you guys couldnt even handle Brittany
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thelostcameron · 1 year
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I have decided to start a chain. Reblog and put your comfort/relatable character (and a reasoning if you desire). And hope people have fun with this! I'll start,
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Friends who I am tagging because why not, they may be interested: @bylerr-swift @bumblebeezstuffz
Edit: I forgot to mention, but multiple are allowed. The more the merrier, GO NUTS PEOPLE!
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mytanuki-kun · 1 year
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Those who are into small!might are super valid and sweet but my cervix heart is only for big chunky men 😭
With that being said I can't stop thinking about prime!All-might as a blushing virgin who's hands shake when he grasps your waist cause he's so scared of hurting you. So terrified of exerting any sort of pressure because he knows how delicate your soft body is compared to him. How he towers over you even when seated— how his palms engulf your tits no matter the size of them. And you drive him fucking crazy with your whines for more, deeper, harder— when it's taking every once of control in him to go slowly, gently and oh so carefully.
And that's just when he's fingering you 🥺 he takes the longest time stretching you out on his fingers you've already cum twice. But its not enough. "Hold on, sweetheart", he murmurs into your shoulder, "Just a little more".
But you can't hear him, you're too pent up, too needy, and sitting on his lap with his big chest bare for your little groping isn't enough. "Toshi', please", you sigh, squeezing on his pec when you begin to hump his fingers, "need you now".
And now he begins to panic. He thought he could prolong this by making you cum a few times, but it only made you needier. He only managed to avoid it this long because of his busy life, but now the night was quiet. You two where alone, and you ensared him with a kiss he couldn't escape from. A kiss that pulled him down to your bed and placed you in his lap. A kiss that had him panting and fumbling before he stopped you with a gentle hand on your hip, only for you to coerce him into fingering you.
But he's gone quiet. Tense. Unsure of himself and his strength, only watching you and the little smile you offer him when you finally catch his eyes.
"Toshi?" you whisper sweetly, understanding the vacant look on his expression,"Do you want to stop?"
It takes him a second longer than usual, but he smiles, stretching a grin with a half-hearted chuckle to hide his anxiety, "No I—"
"It's okay", you hum, stroking his cheek, "I like it like this too".
He opens his mouth to reassure you. The "I'm fine" almost catching flight like an automatic response agency, but when you smile at him like that. Full of love and understanding, he exhales heavily— releasing the tension he hadn't noticed was twisted inside him and manages a genuine smile for you.
"I like it too", he says quietly, the tips of his ears pink as he takes your hand and places it on his bulge, allowing you to rub him through his pants as he goes back to gently fingering you on his lap.
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