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redriotinggg · 2 months
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zosopp always makes for great smut bc either of them can be the aggressive dom or the bratty sub and it works so well
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steveslevis · 2 years
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going insane thinking about steddie x reader now
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buppkizz · 5 months
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mostly old engiespy doodles, kinda drew most of these for my eyes only but changed me mind today
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reebmiester · 4 months
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"Baby Dick going to Bruce after a nightmare" this and "Red Hood breaking into Bruce's window when he's lonely" that WHERE is my fic about full grown 43 year old Bruce walking around in daze at 3am and finding himself in front of Alfred's room that's still in the servant quarters because Alfred never had the heart to move from the one Thomas decorated for him before he died and Bruce not remembering how he got there but waking up tucked into stiff starched sheets and a pistol under the pillow and hearing an assortment of children yelling in the kitchen about starting a search party and Alfred saying they can try but they'll never ever guess where he is
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eyesopentv · 8 months
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fang-wife · 2 months
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so fond of when subs get fucked so unapologetically stupid they just start saying sorry. when they don't even really know for what, just big wet puppy eyes and not all that much in their head. drooly and flush and so very weepy. its always when you start condescending to them just to tease them. about not letting them cum and they just get so wide-eyed and hysterical and go im sorry im sorry im sorry please let me cum. even if you fully intend to let them, or already told them they can - they're so out of it they just start begging. so cute. makes me soo <33
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college student wrapped:
you skipped 40 lectures!
you spent 12 weekends alone in your room!
you handed in 7 assignments overdue! your most delayed assignment took you 2 weeks after the deadline!
you missed your bus 42 times!
you've consumed a total of 100000 mg of caffeine!
your most common sunday evening moods were: scared, desperate and depressed!
on average, you considered dropping out 1,5 times a week!
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goldrogerstits · 1 year
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i think that even if the plot of trigun never happened Vash and Wolfwood would still find a way to be insufferable together god bless <3
based on this + bonus doodle 
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fcthots · 4 months
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Jason Todd can always be found tracing your skin. His touch is almost always feather light. He moves his hands across your body with awe and devotion. He catalogues every bit of skin on you. He knows it all. He loves it all. He worships it all. His touch is reverent as if he can't believe you're his, his to touch and to love and to adore. All his. He loves to watch how you react when he wakes you up in the morning by gliding his fingertips across your bare back. He notes with love the way you get goosebumps and shiver, the way you press your back into his hand, the way you press into him like a cat when his hand stops moving. He loves knowing he's wanted. He loves knowing that he gets to slide his fingers across your bare skin whenever he wants. He gets to move his fingers up and down your arm when you're outside in the cold. He gets to move the clasp of your necklace back to the back of your neck, and he gets to take that as an excuse to get to slide his fingers across your collarbone and shoulders. He gets to pull your hair off your neck when you're overheating outside and run his fingers through the delicate strands. He can't believe that he gets to map out your body like the stars in the sky. He will never have enough.
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chitsangenthusiast · 3 months
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red is to spider-man as pink is to miles, in that pink is the color of: self-expression, confidence, compassion. if you side with miles, if you want to support his growth, you're going to be in pink
that being said...a pink robe can be removed, and pink hairdye can be washed out
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ghostedbunnie · 1 month
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my mind is buzzing with being a little bit of a brat to price. nsfw under the cut.
hear me out, price comes back from missions and he's ready to hibernate with you in his grip like a bear ready to for the deep winter sleep. and no it's not negotiable, you are going to be right there in his arms.
but then he wakes up to his dick throbbing while rubbing against your ass and suddenly he doesn't need any sleep but he is still kinda sluggish so he makes you do the work. sit on his dick, ride it, work up a sweat while he enjoys the view, cops a feel of your tits bouncing and your ass and thighs. but you're whining, calling him an old man who makes you do all the work.
and he let's it slide, patience honed by years in the military service with the biggest asshats the world has ever seen. until you say, "ugh maybe I should ask someone else to fuck me properly." and that's a mistake. you know it the second the words leave your mouth because his eyes harden, the grip of his big warm hands on your hips is almost bruising.
"is tha' so, doll." and you take it all back, you didn't really mean it, it's just the frustration of not being able to cum. and suddenly the world spins, he got you on your back pinned like a butterfly on a collector's wall.
"i'll make you cum then. you won't stop until i say so." he shoves a pillow under your hips, pulls them higher and drives into you in one thrust. your hands can't find a purchase on his body so you grip the sheets, moaning, tears already collecting in the corner of your eyes. john only looks down at you with a mean smile, "time i teach you some manners."
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eddiesghxst · 4 months
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thinking about the way eddie coos when he sinks his cock into you for what feels like the millionth time in one night just to hear how wet you are, you’re whining in embarrassment bc you can hear the loud squelching noises of arousal and air pushing its way out of you but eddie just pushes your thighs out wider and hums, “hear that, baby? listen to your sweet little pussy talking to me— fuck— give me one more, come on.”
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thekeythief · 5 months
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sixofclovers · 2 years
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The Knight and her Princess
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midnight-vixn · 1 year
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Imagine meeting your favorite demon brother, getting to know him, developing a massive crush on them and the two of you eventually start talking/dating.
When you first met him your impression was “this dude fucks” but the more you talk to him you start to wonder “wait…has…has he ever actually fucked???” The way he blushes and gives this nervous laugh when you make inappropriate jokes and how he seems so much more shy and innocent than you ever pictured a demon being makes you start to think he really is a virgin.
Then eventually a conversation one day reveals that no, he is not a virgin actually, but he’s so fucking intimidated by your beauty, personality and sheer aura that you make him feel like a virgin. Constantly second guessing himself and not knowing how to handle such an amazing creature. If he thinks too long about how this little human has absolutely broken him, brought him to his knees and made him want to worship them??? He becomes an absolute blushing mess.
The thought of just holding your hand and kissing you makes him uncontrollably horny, and the thought of actually getting to fuck you sends him over the edge every single time.
Congratulations! You may not have felt like the most stunning person in the human realm, but down here you’ve managed to take a demon fuck boy and turn him into a puddle who dreams nightly of you, all without lifting a finger.
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sprout-fics · 10 months
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have you ever dabbled in Omegaverse CoD?? If you’re comfortable I’d love some spicy headcanons about Alpha 141 with their Omega reader 🤭
Oh don't even get me STARTED-
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Omegaverse TF141 Headcanons
(Part One: How it Begins)
Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Hidden designations, Alpha! John Price, Alpha! Simon 'Ghost' Riley, Beta! Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Omega! John 'Soap' MacTavish, Omega F! Reader, Emergency heat, Illegal suppressants
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So first of all, I have a hard time imagining all four men are alphas
Primarily because I believe in the gospel that is Omega Soap
The idea of being underestimated because of his designation, of being rebellious of authority due to it and rising the ranks to prove his commanding officers wrong, of possibly even concealing himself because of the stereotypes involved is GOLD
Soap is also an attention whore, is very tactile and affectionate and outgoing, and I just feel like Omega suits him better than Alpha or Beta
We don't need to argue about Price. This man is an Alpha. No debate. Assured. Commanding. Feral. Protective. Yet gentle and indulgent when he can be.
Gaz I think can be pretty versatile, but for the sake of team dynamics and figuring out how they all blend together, Beta suits him best. He's calmer, keeps his cool under fire, and is in many ways more emotionally attuned than Soap. He's a steadying presence that's needed within the volatility of the other three, and they adore him endlessly for it
Ghost, for the sake of these headcanons, is an Alpha. However I think there's a whole realm of exploration in regards to him being a hidden omega. Details on that at a later time.
You, however, are an Omega
You, like Soap, concealed your designation in the military to avoid questions. You take a rigorous amount of suppressants, allow yourself to be perceived as a beta. Under the radar. Quiet. Reserved. Trying to not draw attention.
That changes when you're in the field with the 141 and things go very very badly.
It's an extended mission. You'd packed a month's worth of heat suppressants, can live off the lower quality ones given in supply drops along the way. You're there as an asset, a specialist, and there's a distance between you and the team that you don't mind. As long as you don't attract their attention and reveal yourself things will be fine
Except they aren't fine. In fact, they go to shit
Your camp is ambushed. You lose your kit in the scuffle, try to scramble for it under the hail of gunfire but Ghost grabs you by the scruff and snarls to leave it
You have no choice. You're hauled away, watching your kit vanish into the darkness, your heat suppressants alongside it
It takes a few days for the effects to settle in, and when they do it's hard
You haven't had a heat in years, and the withdrawal of the supplements you've been swallowing gives you a withdrawal whiplash that sends you into a delirious, feverish haze
You try and push them away, try and say you're fine, but you've been made
Soap is the first to figure it out. He knows that scent like he knows himself. He plays arbitrator alongside Gaz, tries to keep you hydrated and fed, keeps Ghost and Price well at bay. They're respectful, of course, sympathetic no doubt, but they're glad for Gaz and Soap running interference
Unfortunately it becomes clear pretty fast that things are quite dire
You've been taking illegal suppressants for far too long in an attempt to conceal your designation. They're illegal for a reason, because once your supply runs out, the heat you go through could be fatal
Price intervenes first
He's gentle, reassuring, firm in your feverish, wrecked state. You look at him with watery eyes, drink in his scent and beg him please-
He gives you what you need. Slow, firm thrusts, dragging wanting little cries from you as he ruts you with precise, rolling presses of his hips into yours
He has Gaz on standby, makes sure that his captain doesn't hurt you, doesn't lose himself. Your head is braced on his lap, your tears of pleasure wiped away by his thumbs as he hushes you "I know. I know doll. You're okay. Gonna take care of you."
It's not enough. You're consumed by sickening heat, and eventually Ghost is forced to step in too
He fills the ache in way Price is reluctant to, refuses to do as your superior officer. Ghost involves himself in the role, tells himself it's to save you, to keep you alive
But when you moan and whine under him so pretty like that, he has a hard time holding back
After, Soap holds you, shushes into your hair as you whimper and whine, as Ghost and Price debate about abandoning the mission so they can call for med-evac. It's Soap's hands on you that help quell the ache, provide a brief respite from the all consuming blaze inside you
It takes days for your heat to settle, and in those days you're lost in a buttery haze of flesh and wetness and moans as the men try and see to you, try and tell themselves it's only clinical, try to refuse the fact that they're falling for you
You wake up back at base, and in the days that follow you barely leave your room, waiting for you to be called down to someone's office and dismissed from your role, turned out of the military for hiding your designation
Instead you're summoned by Price, and in his office are the others
"No one will ever know." He promises you, low and sincere. "You have our protection as long as you want it."
You know years later that this was the moment you accepted your fate, took a single step towards them that would lead to the claims against your skin, each of them bearing your own mark in turn. Claimed.
In this moment you look up at them, again echo that singular desperate plea for them to stay.
"Please."
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