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swoleisthegoal · 4 months
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Flexing - not shy!
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under-his-arm · 3 months
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heartfullofleeches · 6 months
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bunny streamer reader moaning... While sticking their tongue out. In front of V. How would he deal with the boner from that..
"Vince?....."
V spins in his chair, pulling his headphones off one ear. "Yeah?..."
"Um... This was a dare so - please don't get mad at me." Arching forward, you part your lips - placing your hands on your knees for balance at the odd amgle. His eyes shift as the pinkness of your tongue peaks through and rest on your lower lip. His hands fall into his lap and his lidded eyes widen slightly as you let out a small moan audible enough to complete your challenge, and still cause a rise in V's shorts. Your breath fans his cheek as you exhale - saliva glistening on your tongue. He'd kill a man for a taste, but that was for another time. You had something else to deal with first.
"Get on your knees."
You shut your mouth. "h-huh? Why?"
V grumbles as his sweaty hands fumble with the sting of his shorts, unable to get a good grip on the knot from his haste. "The fuck you think why? You expect to do shit like that and me not to get excited? I was already hard before you opened your mouth. You played your stupid little game how you wanted to, so now it's my turn."
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bunnygirllover45 · 4 months
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Danse Macabre.
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rhllorthered · 4 months
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Austin Cole | atc_aesthetics
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cecelovesrats · 5 months
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THE GIRLS (gender neutral) ARE FIGHTING!!
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bruciemilf · 4 months
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Got anything for fem!Bruce & Uncle Ozzy?
I love the image of tiny Bryce just. Observing the people around her. Building connections and relationships with particular, precise details that paint abstract memories for her.
She remembers how funny her dad and uncle Ozzy sounded; The spicy rush of their accents, how every word was pronounced with laughter in them,
“Look atcha fatha puttin’ oregano in the bolognese sauce like a fuckin’ animal,— never do that, alright? It’s a sin”
“Stop scarin’ my baby girl, ya fuckin’ ice rat,”
“See, Mr. Doctorate over here don’t believe in hell, — but I seen it. Tastes like oregano.” Their laughter tasted like nicotine, — they didn’t smoke the same brand. Her dad made a point to only smoke light at Alfred’s request, but they never smoked around her
She remembers a potent scent of whiskey they drank over a poker table, where she’d sit on her mom’s knee. Martha always won, and Alfie always accused her of cheating
Her Russian accent would come through, soft but pronounced, “It is not cheating if I have my lucky charm” and she’d press a soft kiss on Bryce’s hair
Uncle Ozzy only smoked knock off vintage Cuban cigars and refused to get anything else. He said the fancy stuff were for tourists
After her parents go under the ground, he only eats pasta with oregano in it
She remembers his car; A classic Maserati, leathered with soft cushions. She’d drive her to and from school, putting her seatbelt on, and tell her stories,
“You listen to me, alright, — Alfred ever wants to ground you, or say he knew better at your age when you get in trouble, you call me, alright? I’ll refresh his memory. “
When she goes to boarding school, he’s there to take her. Bryce still remembers the heaviness of the ride, the way the road seemed to drag on and on. “Listen, slick,”
She still doesn’t know why he called her that; Her mom used to say it was because she was quick witted and always had a smart comment to make.
“Those little shits are gonna make you feel bad. They’ll say nasty, mean shit, cause they’re young, and they think it won’t last. But don’t let ‘em. If they go low, you go lower. Never let people feel like they can step all over ya. Okay?”
Her voice sounded little; Most 10 year olds did. “Okay. Can we get ice cream after you pick me up, uncle ozzy?”
He lied to her only once.
“Sure, kid. I got your back.”
When she’s an adult, she’s too burdened by Gotham, by Batman, by a cross she nailed herself to, to take notice of his absence. Bryce Wayne misses her uncle. Batman and Penguin don’t miss each other at all.
Deep down, she knows he knows.
When she drives him to Arkham, him in the passenger seat, she knows.
“Stop by the drive in, kid. I want an ice cream.”
Bryce says nothing. The ice cream is good.
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supercap2319 · 4 months
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"Adam, Bree, Chase. This is Y/N Austin. Son of Steve Austin and Jamie Sommers." Mr. Davenport introduced the young man to the bionic teens. "He's got bionics like you three do."
"Wow, Mr. D. I can see where your son gets his good looks from." Y/N flirts.
Adam smirked. "Thanks. I get that a lot."
"Oh, I meant, Chase."
"What?! Me? Did you guys hear that?" Chase asked.
"Oh, we heard it. We just can't believe it either. Someone finally finds you attractive." Bree jokes.
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malegayse · 1 year
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Dylan Mckenna
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yxami · 7 months
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Street rat yandere, like ratatouille.
I’m wondering if this means like a chef rat or a guy with a criminal history
I decided on criminal history
Yandere street rat that first meets you when he pushes you against an alley way wall, pinning you with his body while also giving himself space to point a loaded pistol at your face.
“Give me all the fucking cash you have on you” His husky voice is all you can hear as your hands instinctively move to your pockets, struggling to open your wallet, hoping he wouldn’t just snatch it out your hands.
While he observes you fumbling to do so he decides to look up towards your face, something he had no interest in until now.
“Oh shit?“ He sounds surprised and amused, you wondered what could be funny right now, was it your glassy eyes? Or maybe your quivering lips along with your arms covered in goosebumps. It might be from the cold or from this experience, either way, it wasn’t pleasant.
“You’re hella pretty, think I can take you out sometime?” He asks as if he was a gentleman, putting your wallet back in your hands, now pinning you in a much different demeanor than the one a few seconds ago.
“I.. um.. okay” You mumble, nervously picking at your fingers to soothe yourself.
“Kay, I’ll come drop by later, I looked at your drivers license don’t worry” He waves goodbye, making you confused on why the attractive stranger didn’t just rob you.
“What the fuck just happened..” You whispered, heading back home after the strange encounter.
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ratspaguetti · 20 days
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Agent 3/Captain 3 Mental State
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Do y'all ever just think about how Agent 3 might actually have a different kind of problem mentally- like, I see a lot of people always talking about the brainwashing and the fighting Octavio and the Octarians as their "flaw/trauma to over come" and dont get me wrong I love these flaws in their character! But I've just been thinking-
What about a hero complex? I mean, it might be typical, but Agent 3 has been working for the New Squidbeak Splatoon ever since they where about 14, they've been put in death situations over and over again- so what if they tie in their worth to their abilities? To what they can bring to the table-
Yet every couple of years, a new agent, a new person who did what they did all those years ago, but...better at times, Agent 4 (that one oc) saved the great zap fish, beat Octavio, and they did it while fighting Callie, and now Captain 3 has been- basically replaced by Neo 3, who fought Octavio, and a bear in literally space! Captain 3s achievements slowly pale more in comparison, and Agent 8 went through everything they went through in heels
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The rest of the squidbeak splatoon is similar, Callie and Marie are literally idols and the original agents of the New Squid beak splatoon, Marina is just Marina, smart with technology and good at musician and paved the way for octolings to enter inkling society, Pearl is practically a princess with the voice of a torpedo, deep cut isn't technically part of the squid beak splatoon, but they are also idols-
All to say...Captain 3 might feel the need to prove themselves, they did take up the spot of their beloved Gramps, and even if he is a bit of a nut job, he was a literal War Hero and legend, Captain 3 is in the shadow of so many great people- insecurity complex might be their new dearest friend!
Anyways, this was just a bit of a character study using nothing but my tired imagination- give me your thoughts and feed back please and thank yous!
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swoleisthegoal · 3 months
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Cocky Flexing Pix & Vid
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issdisgrace · 1 year
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@guardkeywolf I saw your post about wanting someone to draw ghost with rat rizz so I decided why not and drew it for you.
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samlacy · 10 months
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HOT MAN
A small fic where gn!reader is obsessed over Hobie's body ajjskekwoe
I literally have no motivation to make any of my ideas to a full fic, so have this small fic looking thing instead!
I hope it's enjoyable..
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☆☆☆☆☆
The AC was running through, the benches and locker ice cold. But you still felt like you were burning after your work out in the gym.
Hobie and you were now dressing up in your normal clothes next to each other. To be honest, y'all had a flirty friendship, nothing more. Most of the time it felt so romantic, but then reality hit about how Hobie is flirty with everyone.
You couldn't be bothered any time more, as you took off your shorts and switched to a pair of grey joggers and grabbed the black shirt with a small pink cat lineart on the right side of your chest. It was cute.
You looked over to Hobie, to see how he is doing and if he is fully dressed yet. The view was a sudden shock for you, you weren't complaining though.
He was in his boxer briefs. They were red with a black band. His skinny, kinda muscular legs showed, and when you looked up, you saw his, yet again skinny, but muscular and well-defined back. The lines were perfect, the muscles were showing so clearly, and it had no veins. His skin was smooth but had some small scars on them. His yet so skinny but well-formed arms added everything! God, the sweat was dropping down his back, forehead, and overall his body.
Which made it even hotter.
Wait, what the fuck?
Hot? Really bro.. This couldn't get anymore weirder. Flashing news, you are crushing on your fucking best friend. But to be honest, with that well trained back, everyone would fall for him.
Or would they?
"Caught ya' attention, didn't I?" Hobie straddled you out of your thoughts, with a followed low chuckle. He wasn't focused on you, but on his bag. Probably trying to find his crust punk pants.
Your ears went complete red and you looked away from him, focused to put, or should I say stuff, all your gym clothes into your bag. The inside of the locker had a mirror, so when you looked into it, you saw your cheeks being a slight pink. You slapped yourself to get some sense into you.
Dammit, why right the fuck now Mx. Brain?
"Uh, Y/N are you ok there?" a different voice spoke behind you. It was Gwen behind you, seeming seriously concerned.
"Uh, yeah, sorry for the noise", she nodded and focused on her business again. You exhaled slowly as you threw your bag over your shoulder and closed the locker, only to see hobie leaning onto a different one. Already fully dressed and ready to lead you home.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, let's go", you mumbled as you both head to the exit door of the gym.
Damn, you seriously need to confess soon or now.
Just, a little more time to gather everything..
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bunnygirllover45 · 5 months
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Some sketches of my favorite depressive teacher. At this point, I think he's my self-insert mostly lol.
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hunn1e-bunn1e · 7 months
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Demiurge - SB Reader Sleeps on His Lap
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This is a bit short!
I hope that this is something near what you wanted 🐀Rat anon! I did my best! I was a bit preoccupied with other things at the time as well, so I decided to make this a shorter one. — Benny 🐰
                                                                                                   
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Just how in the new world did Demiurge end up in this situation!? He's unworthy of such an amazing honor as this! Unworthy! The poor arch-devil is only a mere speck floating about in the sea of denizens that make up the Tomb of Nazarick... and yet...
.....and yet.....
...his most treasured one has chosen to slumber on top of his legs! It's like a dream come true! They depend on him to be a stable headrest as they sleep! He's so honored!
But, truth be told, Demiurge had lost his usual composure quite some time ago. Hours, really. His normally gray skinned complexion was now stained a deep crimson red, resting upon his bespectacled face. His whole body seemed to tremble lightly as he fought the instinct to move and readjust his position. Steam was practically shooting from his ears .
"C‐could I bring myself to be so vain..."
The arch-devil mutters to himself; holding a trembling hand just above the soft looking lochs of hair that sprouted from his most cherished one's head.
Just when his fingers are about to graze the snoozing supreme being's head; they stir and shift in his lap and turn their head to face him; grabbing his wrist and trapping his hand palm side up underneath their face. Demiurge's eyes widen as he felt the softness of their cheek. He could feel his face get about 20° warmer than it already had been.
He could feel his breathing rapidly pick up in panic, it was to the point that he was huffing and puffing like a spooked animal. He was touching them without their consent! How would he ever gain the confidence to show himself in their presence once they had awoken! But now... he couldn't move his hand without risk of waking them.
"How have I found myself on the cusp of such a difficult decision..."
Demiurge whispered to himself as he wracked his brain for a fitting solution to such a bizarre situation.
On one hand he could gently lift you from his lap and allow them to properly continue resting on one of the many plush pillows that decorated their bed. But then there's a possibility that he may wake them up or go against their potential unspoken wish to stay in the position they fell asleep in; head on his lap and all.
But, on the other hand, he is still a floor guardian and he has his own responsibilities and duties that come with that title that must be attended to at some point. In addition to that, Demiurge has no business encroaching on such a sacred place as his most cherished one's bedroom in the first place. But if he doesn't stay in place he might risk disappointing them.
"Mmnh.... Demi...urge..."
The slumbering sepreme being slurred with a goofy smile on their face, drool staining his red suit pants.
It seems Nazarick's strategist....
C R I T I C A L H I T ! ! !
...was found incapacitated by unknown means.
In the end, it seems Demiurge didn't have to make such a hard decision after all due to losing consciousness. His brain simply couldn't keep up with how hard it was working to subconsciously keep him from flipping out. His steaming 'corpse' was later discovered by Mare after he hadn't shown up to a summons from Ainz.
Mare reported that Demiurge was hunched over in a squatting position in his room, mumbling something about 'dreaming of me, they were dreaming of me, so honored, I'm so honored' and he also didn't seem to react to outside stimuli of any kind for a good few days.
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