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#quite proud of this one tbh
ddeadly-succubus · 2 months
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Mean!Eddie making you hump his boot like the dirty little slut you are. Not only is he making you get off on his boot, he’s tied a belt around your neck as a makeshift collar which he will tighten every time you so much as beg him to give you his cock, his mouth, anything other than this.
“You’re gonna cum just like this or not at all. Got it, bitch?” Eddie warns, before delivering a harsh slap to your left cheek.
Eddie calling you a bitch and slapping you has surprisingly made your core throb with desire and you instinctively grind your swollen clit against the metal bits of his laces. Your clit has been rubbed raw and your cunt is so sensitive from grinding against the leather of his boot, but you’re determined to show him that no matter how mean he’s being, you can take whatever he decides to give you.
“Gonna cum” you whisper, eyes rolling back in your head as you feel yourself falling apart for him.
“Oh you stupid girl, you really think I was gonna let you cum?” He questions, tugging the almost forgotten belt even tighter around your neck. Not enough to cut off your air supply, Eddie isn’t that mean; but just enough to temporarily make you dizzy and delirious from how degrading he’s been tonight.
Fat salty tears roll down your cheeks, you really did think he was gonna be nice enough to let you cum this time. When his hands come up to your face, you assume Eddie is going to show you at least the tiniest bit of kindness. Instead he just slaps you again and mocks your tears before pulling you away from his boot and pushing you down onto your stomach while simultaneously attempting undo or at least loosen the belt that’s tied around your neck. He managed to successfully undo the belt, but instead he wraps his own hand around your neck.
“No, don’t want it” you try to protest when you feel his thick cock enter you ruthlessly, slamming into you with the most animalistic brutal pace that makes your walls clench around him and has your cunt just dripping all over his cock.
“Then why the fuck are you so wet, then?” He groans, his free thumb coming down to briefly rub your clit. You try to answer him, but your mind is already so empty from being tortured that the only thing that comes out of your mouth are whimpers that are so quiet that Eddie can barely hear them.
He knows you wanted this, so he continues to use you. When he feels himself about to cum, he pulls out and makes you lie on your back so he can cum on your chest while still roughly gripping your neck.
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n41r · 3 months
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This is an old art I did on 2021, trying to recreate an artstyle I did long time ago with Binah, because of her hexagonal motives that fit the said artstyle
Sometime, I still got twitter notifications because of this drawing- I'm not sure how people find it tbh, it's 3 years old already-
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leronboi · 1 month
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Drew Kale in my sketchbook and decided to draw him digitally
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mejomonster · 9 months
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On a serious note, I do feel mysterious case lotusbook has a lot of sincere themes about getting older, realities of responsibility and dreams realized, how it's difficult to succeed and not always the direct path one expects, how there's value in little aspects of life. Almost every li lianhua scene seems to be about that to some degree. The murder cases aren't particularly deep as far as super complicated to figure out or Able to be predicted super well (since they don't always give all the details in the initial setup), but the themes about who was killed and why do connect to li lianhuas situation.
#mysterious lotus casebook#lb#by all this i mean: a lot of the positive things li lianhua AND di feisheng say are fairly good advice tbh#like a fei? hes like you need to be fair in your decisions for your actions to be worthwhile and earned#li lianhua: sometimes being the one taking all responsibility was bad for you and the people you led who felt burdened#by You taking the burden. and stepping back can be a respectable choice.#cooking is more difficult than fighting. keeping yourself alive is Hard and its the hardest thing we do#and its admirable even when youll never be a hero never be able to achieve what those around you might#your peers are worthwhile if they choose diffetently than you (qian wanmian isnt lesser for not choosing to lead a sect and instrad#dissolving it. di feisheng doesnt think li lianhua is no longef worth his time even though hes weaker now. li lianhua is still someonr he#wants to see alive see brlieve in himself see passionate about things. the monks think its never too late to#reconnect to people again. that people who love you will want you and accept you even when you fail.#even fang duobing by knowing li lianhua gets the experience of someone who wants him alive#and fondly smiles and Is proud of him. evrn if hes learning and fails and moody#fond of him in a way his family wasnt that strangers lied about due to his status#in a way that he clung to li xianyi for ALSO seeing value in him when he felt he didnt live up to expectstions of the world#its the Kindness of little moments of acceptance. of being kind to yourself and kind to others (even down to#not wantjng to kill suspects but take them to trial. not wanting scapegoats blamed. which arent usually done in wuxia)#its the fact this show is quite about gentleness and healing (i see the Love and Redemption screen writing ismilarities)#rather than about power struggles. do you know what i mean?
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spicysucculentz · 1 year
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⚠️ Time to BeReal. ⚠️
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zipstidbits · 22 hours
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zip's tid bits | wednesday, april 24, 2024
i woke up late but this was still earlier than i've been waking up so it was a win!!!
went to class which was really fun because we just dunked on the journal paper we all read for a bit, lmao
i got some help with a homework problem and worked on the next one
had seminar and ate a quick dinner
had a mandatory staff meeting at 7pm that turned out to just be a chance for us all to "bond" and play switch games (this would've been more fun if it wasn't finals week ;-;)
worked out for 10 minutes (!!!!)
did some arts and crafts as a life break and screen break, lmao
i am going to bed late because i have this post to write and a couple of habits to do before my day ends 😬
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the to-do list:
✔️take notes on quantum
✔️work on quantum problem 3
✔️exercise
✖️fold laundry + clean shoes
〰️look for apartments
✖️submit insurance claim (i really, really need to get on this, omg)
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currently:
📚 the black hand by will thomas (i haven't read anything in like a week though, whoopsies)
🎧 coffee break spanish podcast // sherlock & co
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cicadagaze · 1 year
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Squirreldaisy ivypool and Dovewing?
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MAN these were so so fun to design..... the black ear tips and manes run strong in the fire fam btw
I already drew them in these poses/with these expressions, but now that I think about it... I think they'd maybe be a little less like how they are in canon. I think Daisy and Squilf would be very protective of them, and not allow anyone to take away their happiness. the whole ordeal ofc would still be stressful, but I'd like to believe that they maybe would be a little better off.
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doodlesyana · 11 months
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Twitter 660 milestone Art Request 4
Ejen Alicia Override Mode🕶️💛💚
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starryeyedjanai · 1 year
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Read on AO3
summary:
Their eyes lock and Nancy knows how this ends. Their eyes lock and Jonathan goes to find Argyle. Their eyes lock and Robin’s girlfriend pushes her hair out of her face, fingers lingering for a second too long. or, "This is the last time," Nancy says like a promise.
ronance | 2.5k | rated: e
written for the @strangerthingsfemslashweek prompt "women's wrongs" 💕💕💕
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swords-in-space · 3 months
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new profile pic time 👀
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disabled-dragoon · 5 months
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All of the non-fiction books (currently) on the spreadsheet have now been transferred to the website!
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"I mean, I got this, uh… this giant gaping hole inside me. Oh. And I'm- I'm always trying to fill it with something. I like to call it my, uh, my God hole."
Been wanting to draw something like this for a while, but was also partially inspired by @mcdens' interesting Dennis drawing here (X) and @malewifemanhunter's tags on this post here (X). (Hope you don't mind my tagging you!). I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.
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the-darklings · 1 year
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I can’t even put into words how beautiful the last part of TIBYIM was! Your writing has been incredible throughout and I feel so lucky to have read your work ❤️ My heart is melting at the ending, however bittersweet it feels to be completed
Thank you, it’s been real y’all. I’m so glad you’re all enjoying the finale so far. Seeing the reactions flowing in is inflating my heart three sizes.
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fractoluminescence · 7 months
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Blood Bank
[One-shot - 935 words] Originally posted on AO3 in May 2022 [Click here]
Fandom: Bleach Pairing: AiShin Rating: T CW: Blood? (no wounds) Context: AiShin Week 2022 (Day 4 - Vampires)
It's two levels down and to the left, down a narrow, brightly lit corridor—that's the main access. For you, there's a staircase on the outside of the building, tucked discreetly in a corner where two walls meet, that goes down deep into the ground. It's convenient. When you go down the steps, your feet make a quiet, scraping sound against the concrete. This part of the building isn't as polished as the rest—it's not meant to be used much, after all. Once past the door at the bottom, things become clinically white—but even then, it's still not the part meant to be seen, with a broom cabinet to your right and the room you're headed to on your left.
You step into the room.
"Hey there, Sōsuke."
"Hey," you say.
You quietly close the door behind you and join him by the desk, holding your arms close to avoid knocking papers off the tables. The room next door is even worse, with its equipment all over the counters. It's the one he spends the most time in, and it shows. The one you're in is tidier—emptier—with clean tabletops and a couple of freezers and shelves. It's a place frozen in time—a storage room that people dip in and out of, never to stay.
You contemplate going up to him to look over his shoulder at the book he's reading. In this quiet, still place, the two of you could stay for a bit, basking in each other's quiet company as you read the same pages.
He turns, shutting the book.
"The plasma and cryo still need to thaw a bit," he says.
"Okay."
You look around, and pull yourself a chair. He can tell you're tenser than usual, but doesn't say anything.
You miss when he used to talk. You know why he doesn't.
The two of you used to chat about so many interesting things. Since the day you barged in, squinting tears out of your eyes, head light and breath heavy, since he accepted to give you blood for the first time—since then, you'd become quite close. Closer than anything you'd ever had—in a very long time, anyway.
It'd been fine for a while. Your nights were more productive, your days more serene. Then one night, it occurred to you that perhaps, it could be more than just a warmth inside. That night, you hoped to have someone of your own, for once, if only for a couple of decades.
It had been a no. Oh well.
Things are quiet now. Sometimes, if it's a particularly uneventful evening, he still lets you brush his long, golden hair, or plays chess with you until morning. He humours you.
He stands—the plasma and cryoprecipitate have thawed, no doubt. As he grabs a beaker off the shelf, you shift in your seat.
It's not fair.
He asked you once why you settled for blood from a hospital—for separate frozen parts thawed and mixed back together. It'd be simpler to just find someone willing to give their blood, he said. Someone who likes you. Especially since you don't even need much blood. I'm sure you have someone like that.
For what it's worth, you tried. You used to find people like that—and then lost them. Again, and again, and again.
And then one night you stopped trying. It just wasn't worth it. You started getting blood from strangers.
Life is a cruel joke sometimes. If you hadn't miscalculated that one time, you wouldn't have stumbled in here, thoughts set on looking through the drawers and freezers for a drink of something—anything—you could digest, instead running into this guy as he retrieved a stack of blank sheets of paper from a drawer. It'd been so unlikely—that you'd both meet here, in this liminal space meant for objects to sit and wait until they are needed by people that hurt.
He pours the plasma and cryo into the beaker, holding it at eye-level to look at the marks on the side. Then he adds in the platelets and red fluid that he'd already measured on the side, stirs, and hands the mixture to you.
It tastes like blood. Somewhat. Nutritionally, it's probably the same. Although you've gotten used to the taste, you sip it slowly.
It's not—doesn't feel—fair. Even if you know he wouldn't do it for anyone else either—he's too careful, too wary, too cold. You've heard him on the phone before, and you've looked through his texts a couple of times—he keeps everyone at arm's length.
It's not fair. It could've been anybody else in here when you stumbled in, mind fuzzy, desperate. Or better yet, nobody at all—then you wouldn't have to go through this entire…thing.
The world is quiet.
The last drop goes down your throat, and you stare at the bottom of the beaker for a moment with a mix of anger and longing. You look up—he's not looking at you. He waves you away.
Slowly, you get up, putting the beaker down on the counter. Then you turn, and walk to the back door. You look back one last time—his head is lowered, his shoulders slumped. You want to turn back, go over to him, put your hands on his cheeks and lift his face to look into his eyes.
Instead, you push open the back door and go up the steps, your feet making a soft scraping sound against the concrete as you ascend back into the even quieter reality above.
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alhaithamhabibi · 1 year
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𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘
ᴍᴇᴇɴᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs : i couldn't resist okay- anyway, my baby charlotte needs some recognition so pls accept these small crumbs
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𖤝‌ after the incident with roxana's butterflies, charlotte despised the winged creatures even three years later. she's more cautious around them but she will have panic attacks should those red-colored butterflies come too near and she loathes that, seeing it as a weakness. and having a weakness in the agriche household means punishment or death. and she's an agriche, charlotte has to survive to make it here.
𖤝‌ charlotte's preference for weapons is her whips. and yes, she had named them. they were gifts from her father ( surprising, right? ) from his trip after she successfully tortured people in his stead. and she cherishes them. now she thinks the sentiments were useless but don't underestimate the girl and her whips. she can still knock people off their feet and place them under her easily.
𖤝‌ when younger, charlotte was much easier to manipulate out of all her siblings. because her mother spoiled her so much just so she can use her daughter to protect her when danger comes. eventually, charlotte was able to see past her mother's manipulation and break free from it. her father is nothing worth to her and her mother was just using her so isn't it fair if charlotte starts putting herself first?
𖤝‌ charlotte was also compared to roxana by her mother a lot because she was lante favorite daughter and a true agriche. she looked up to her older sister for all her accomplishments but deep down, she also resented her as she couldn't attain roxana achievements as her mother pressured her to. the constant comparison grew worse and after the butterfly incident, her feelings for the blonde went from bad to worse.
𖤝‌ charlotte used to hate her looks. she looked nothing like her father which her mother used to criticize a lot. and she wanted to please her mother a lot so she tried to resemble more of lante in terms of personality. though after charlotte left her mother's mind games behind, she learned to appreciate her emerald green eyes and fiery red hair. she may resemble her mother more here but she's starting to look at herself as just charlotte.
𖤝‌ charlotte holds grudges for a long time added to her anger issues and her prideful nature, it's a really bad mix. but after the house fell, she's learning how to work with her issues and try to be better. she's sixteen, of course, and she's gonna make mistakes and say things she won't be able to properly apologize for. but of there's one thing that makes it up for it, it's her persistence to be better. at least better than her parents.
𖤝‌ after the agriche manor fell, charlotte left the house and decided to become free of her family's wretched name. yes, she grew up as a standard agriche but as she grew older, she learned more about the world around her. and that came with a longing to experience it. and when the time came, charlotte escaped the manor with the money she obtained and jewelry she had 'borrowed' from her mother. she doesn't regret it. after all, her name means free and that's what she will be.
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jrueships · 11 months
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brian, the new shoe manager and cookie's nice guy sweet little church boo that magic homoerotically dommed and destroyed out of sheer prideful bloodlust should DEFINITELY be looked into as a casting option for a sam cooke biopic bcs .. WOW??
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LIKE AM I TRIPPING OR
#add the lil bump in his nose#and mwah 🥰🥰#cooke in general has a littler nose#but more abt winning time... i am rlly enjoying it so far!!!!#i personally like the 4th wall breaks!#the style is rlly cute and quirky !! keeps ur attention#when it does stuff at the right time it's like OOO but sometimes it doesnt (alot of cuts..) but thats ok!!#i cant wait to see kareem and magic interact (im on ep 3 rn!!) they do such a good job at emphasizing kareems#'i know more than you.' attitude LMAO#i normally have a lovehate relationship with multiple character focuses but bcs all the ppl are meant to be viewed as#kinda immature and kinda shitty (either in a pos/neg sense.. it flips) i rlly like it cus it doesnt force u to like one specific person#everyone has flaws!!!#idk maybe i like it cus one of my fav books is the great gatsby lmao#norm refer kareem as cap whenever he wants his attention/wants to get something he wants... i know what you are .#magics mommy issues go insane#leos when they dont think someone they want proud of them isnt proud in the way they want them to showit/be#or in what THEY want them to be proud abt..... yikes. so the way he treats/views women and then the ppl close to him#.... ej please#him and brian shouldve been endgame instead that was quite hmm! cookie deserves better than the both of them tbh#dr buss or whatever reminds me of every guy who could save themselves with charm and no soul/hardwork#n that playb*y affliation immediately raised red flags. hes very interesting and irritable to watch i like it#AND I TOTALLY CALLED TARK THE SHARK BEING A TURK!!! thank u godfather ANYWAYS i love the show it's great#need more gayness... hope isiah shows up in season 2 so i can clap n whistle like a marvel endcredit character reveal#ZEKE WILL RETURN
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