More Moshang brainrot.
The fact that Mobei has probably never looked at a living thing sexually, romantically or otherwise. Then comes this small, snivelling little human, and he goes, oh yep, I like this one.
Luo Binghe chooses a good-looking, powerful peak lord. Sha Hualing chooses a strong and beautiful woman cultivator. Mobei jun choose whatever the fuck Airplane is.
Ok ok, he's intelligent and adorable and is also a peak lord (later) but Mobei throws him around a bit, sees its durable and keeps it.
Then you know he's just madly in love. So much so Shang Qinghua doesn't even notice. They're both idiots.
Their relationship is so fucked and I fucking love it. Oh God, when will they leave my brain alone.
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the art of shaving.
377 words, no explicit content.
warnings: comfort, razor blades, just fluff and soft!marc.
notes: hi guys, this is my first fanfic (ever!) and I’ve been so anxious to share this. thank you @little-worm-grant for the idea. 🤍 have fun!
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In the soft glow of their shared bathroom, Layla perched on the bathroom counter, her legs dangling over the edge. Marc stood before her, a hint of excitement in his eyes as he handed her a razor and shaving cream.
"Alright, baby, time for your first lesson in the delicate art of shaving," Marc teased, a playful smile dancing on his lips.
Layla accepted the razor with a determined expression, her eyes wide with concentration. "I've watched tutorials. I've got this," she declared, her focus unwavering.
Marc couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. He settled onto a stool, and she joined him on his lap, her small hands clutching the razor with a mix of confidence and caution. The bathroom was filled with the gentle hum of laughter, a melody that echoed the intimacy of the moment.
As Layla spread the shaving cream on Marc's face, her touch was feather-light, a delicate dance of fingers exploring the contours of his jawline. Marc's admiration for her skills grew with every stroke. His hands found their place on her hips, steadying her as she worked her way around his facial hair.
Layla's tongue peeked out from the corner of her mouth in concentration, creating an endearing sight that tugged at Marc's heart. He couldn't resist reaching up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear, his eyes never leaving her meticulous work.
"You're doing great," Marc encouraged, his voice a gentle murmur.
Layla smiled, a blend of pride and playfulness lighting up her features. "I knew I could master the art of shaving," she declared, a triumphant glint in her eyes.
As the last strokes of the razor swept away the remnants of facial hair, Layla beamed at her accomplishment. Marc's reflection in the mirror revealed a clean-shaven face, but more importantly, it showcased the shared laughter and intimacy that had unfolded in those precious moments.
Their roles reversed as Marc scooped her up in his arms, twirling her around in a joyous dance. "To the best shaving assistant ever," he declared, pressing a loving kiss to her lips.
In the warmth of that shared laughter and affection, Layla and Marc discovered that even the simplest moments could be filled with the magic of connection and love. And as they basked in the afterglow of their little bathroom escapade, the mirror reflected not just a clean-shaven face but the blossoming of a beautiful relationship.
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One of my best friends unlocked a piece of my personality.
I've been toying with the "puppygirl" sort of identity/kink. I have an attraction to collars, I'm a sub, I think the way it's described by people like that on this hellsite is unbelievably relatable, and attractive, and hot.
So I broached the topic of collars with a couple of my friends, who are into this (one of whom is also transfem), and we started talking about it.
My bestie said "good girl" to me last week. I got devastatingly flustered and hot under the collar, I was blushing through my foundation, and I liked that she had that power over me. I gave her ammo to make me melt and I liked that she used it.
Today, a few hours ago, she did the same thing.
But this time, she got a lot closer, she lowered her voice, and she reached out a finger and rubbed under my chin. She said "who's a good girl?"
I cannot even begin to express, not only how immediately flustered and embarrassed I got, but horny. I have never had such an immediate reaction to stimuli like that, not even from porn that I really like, or my partners being sexy, or anything like that at all.
My friend touched me, whispered at me, and my panties may as well have been on the floor and sticky with precum. If she told me to bend over I probably would have.
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the feral urge to draw all my favourite characters as garfield is strong today
why shouldn’t i draw all my baby girls as the monday hating, lasagna loving feline ???
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y’know
i was watching the amazing digital circus
when when i saw jax i was like “oh cool he’s neat”
but now after going through tadc posts that thought process’s turned into
“hahdbsnndmsmmdd,,,,,”
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So I was curious about the mole on Kieran's neck cause I know some moles have spiritual meaning. So I looked up what a mole on the front side of the neck means.
Apparently it signifies a mellifluous voice, creativity, and those who are most likely to enjoy a happy married life.
How dare you send me such beautiful ammo for fluff. And YES, he deserves nothing but that.
(IWANTTOWRITEDOMESTICLIFEDIPPLINSHIPPINHSOBAD)
MMMMM you are reporting valuable information to the community in so many ways, fearlessdevil17 🥲💛💛💛
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