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propertyofkylar · 7 months
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rescue - whitney x gn!pc
"Fuuuck."
Being attacked was nothing new in this town, obviously, but that didn't mean it didn't suck every time. You sucked in a raggedy breath as you leaned your head against the wall, trying to remember if you were supposed to tilt your head up or down when you had a nosebleed.
You'd manage to kick your attackers off and send them scrambling away, but you didn't leave without injuries of your own. Your ankle hurt too much for you to move right now, so you sat in the alley and hoped it would feel better soon so you could hobble home before someone else came after you. At least you still had another pepper spray canister - Kylar was good for some things. You almost wished that he would find you here. He had that knife, and he was sort of caring in an insane way...
It was then that you heard more footsteps coming down the alleyway. You tensed up and held out the pepper spray. "Don't fucking come another step closer," you called out, hoping your voice wasn't shaking as badly as you thought it was.
"That's so cute that you think that could stop me," a familiar voice came. You almost jumped up in surprise, but your ankle gave out and you crashed back down to the pavement.
"You could just say hi for once, Whitney," you groaned, turning your head so he wouldn't notice the nosebleed. It always felt humiliating for him to see you like that, especially because he enjoyed seeing you so weak.
"Wouldn't be as fun," you could hear the smirk in his voice. "You look like shit, slut."
You groaned again and turned to face him, feeling blood drip from your nose. "Thanks. I had no idea."
A brief look of what seemed like panic flashed on his face before his expression settled into his normal smug look, making you wonder if you were just seeing things. "The fuck happened to you?"
You didn't answer. You thought it was pretty obvious.
"Who did it? Where'd they go?" He looked around, as if the attackers were still right there. "Messing with my fucking property..."
"I don't fucking know. It doesn't matter," you sighed. You really weren't in the mood to deal with him at the moment for obvious reasons.
He paused for a moment. "Stay right there, slut."
"Whitney -" you started, but he was already gone. Fucking great. And not like you were going anywhere in this state anyway.
It wasn't too long before he came back, gripping a bunch of crumpled-up napkins in one hand and a cup in another. Whitney squatted down next to you and set the cup on the ground. It was a milkshake.
You tilted your head, silently asking him why. He rolled his eyes.
"You've got blood all over your face. Grabbed napkins from the cafe, and thought I might as well get something out of this," he moved the cup so it was pressed against your ankle, providing sweet relief. At the same time, he leaned in and took a hold of your chin, gently wiping your face.
"Be a good slut and hold still," he murmured. The intensity of his stare made you feel frozen in place, anyway.
The tender way he touched you reminded of you of when you were little and Robin would fall and skin his knee. You would sit next to him with a damp towel and gently wipe at the injury, soothing his tears. It was a nurturing sort of action - not at all what you would expect from Whitney.
Once Whitney was finished, he grabbed the milkshake and leaned against the wall, taking a sip. He wrapped one arm around your shoulder and with the other, offered you the cup, which you took with a small smile.
"Where are your friends?" You asked. It was rare to see him without a gang following him.
Whitney shrugged. "Ditched 'em. Looked like it might rain." That seemed to be all you would get out of him on that topic.
You sat and idly chatted as you shared the milkshake. When it had been drained, Whitney stood up.
"Alright. C'mere. Let's get you home," he said, reaching out a hand.
"Huh?" You blinked in surprise. Whitney rolled his eyes again.
"I'm not gonna leave my best slut alone and injured in an alley. The fuck would that do for me?" He hoisted you up and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Put your arm around my shoulder. And don't put weight on your ankle."
You did as he asked, considering there wasn't much else you could do. Besides, his arm felt nice around you.
Luckily, you weren't too far from the orphanage, so the walk wasn't awful. Resting had helped a lot, and your ankle honestly was barely hurting anymore. But Whitney still held you up, and you let him.
He paused out front and gave you an odd look. Suddenly, he sighed and looked away. "Just...be more careful next time. I can't be your knight in shining armor all the time."
You frowned. "I mean, it's not like I asked you. You kinda just showed up."
He shrugged. "You were in my alley." He paused again before leaning in to kiss you. His lips tasted like vanilla and stale cigarettes.
Then he pulled away and slapped your ass. "See ya tomorrow, slut," Whitney smirked as he walked away. "I'm expecting an extra good thanks for saving your life and shit."
You couldn't help but smile as you watched him leave.
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aroacesetitoff · 10 days
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ive only heard the first couple of episodes but its the middle of the night and i had an Idea™️
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evilfuluv · 7 months
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more old voltaire photos from my folder
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bkghq · 2 years
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despite of what anyone says, bakugo is a big softie. no matter how many times he himself tries to deny it, deep within he knows he's whipped, and he's whipped down bad.
bakugo the brash, loud guy, lives for cuddles. he's whiny and starts throwing fits and tantrums when he is not given enough physical affection for a long time.
his head is on your chest and your legs are wrapped around his torso securely as he cuddles into your warmth, "your so soft baby." he mumbles as he buries his face deeper into your boobs holding you close.
"these tits are t'die for." he drowsily says and places a peck on the valley of your breasts, a deep chuckle escaping your lips.
you snuggle your face into his hair, sniffing them as the scent of his shampoo fills your nose.
"did ya j-" he removes his face from your boobs just to look at your face, "did ya just fuckin' sniff my hair?" he asks a smirk forming on his face.
"what?! they smell good look-" you sniff his hair again, a bit louder this time, the sniffing noise very clear. bakugo barks out laughter, making your mouth hand wide open.
you slap his head lightly and a scoff escapes your lips, "you can say that my tits are to die for, but if i sniff your hair i'm weird? how's that making sense?"
"that's because they are t'die f'" he wastes no time before burying his face back between your boobs, shifting a little until he finds a comfortable position.
"god your such a weirdo katsuki." you tease resting your head on his porcupine hair.
"like yer not, now shhh dum'ass let me enjoy my pillows in peace."
indeed bakugo katsuki is a softie, a big giant teddy bear, but all the softness is for you and you only.
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THNX 4 READING <3 RBS + COMMENTS APPRECIATED ໒꒰ྀི ⁰́꒳⁰̀ ꒱ྀི১
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znghao · 1 year
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just say my name ~
bonus: mattbin ♡
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tarsusingkirk · 8 months
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fang xiaobao is s o handsy i lov it. he doesn't even think abt personal space just zeros in and touches. pulling at li lianhua's sleeves, smacking di feisheng's upperarm even tho he knows feisheng could kill him with a finger. he's a brash dumbass with no boundaries hangin around two people with The Biggest Boundaries and Personal Spaces and goes u kno what i display affection and love thru my actions and ur gonna get my affection and lov so hang on tight.
in this essay i will argue that it spooks the Shit out of both feihua and feisheng does toss xiaobao like a sack of potatoes sometimes
and lianhua does slip xiaobao some sleepy eepy powder sometimes just to run away and then feisheng will b like 🧍‍♂️ why did u do that and lianhua will go aiyo u tossed him like a feral cat just the other day. why'd u do that
and then they'd glare at each other bc they don't like talking about Emotions
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kingdowager · 2 years
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nightwing <3 nightwing | red hood | robin | batgirl | all
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levi-ackermvn · 4 months
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INTRODUCING: sloane beckett in the ties that bind
name :: sloane beckett
age :: 28 ( 850 ) ⟶ 32 ( 854 )
birthday :: june 26th
height :: 157.48 cm ( 5'2" )
positive traits :: friendly, compassionate, loving, leadership skills, understanding, resilient, goal-oriented
negative traits :: anxious, overly emotional, guilt ridden, avoidance
hi hello !! since it's officially levi ackerman's birthday and chrismas, i decided to finally 1.) make a blog specifically for my anime ocs and 2.) post my baby, who has been rotting in my brain for the past few months. all the artwork of my oc, sloane beckett, was commissioned from r.rabbiitt on instagram and i am so happy with how it turned out !! i hope u guys love her as much as i do, and i can't wait to showcase more of her story (˶' ᵕ '˶)
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waterfall-ambience · 2 years
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influences, babey!
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Day 1- Nights in Minecraft beta get really dark.
Decided to go traditional for this one! This is like every other daily (thing) blog, I'm just going to post a drawing of the PP most days. Reason for creating this? I miss them. I miss the Property Police. I miss Evo. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
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ghostwitchs-art · 1 year
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a little distracted
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izzizzels · 2 years
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Found some old dndads doodles (can you tell that I really love erin o'neil)
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peachydoo · 1 year
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❥ Valentines...
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Alone.
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hotguybullseye · 2 years
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Please consider: Grian. Thigh high socks. Thigh squish.
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oceisastar · 2 years
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minors do NOT interact. do NOT repost / use / translate my work in any shape or form.
bear with me I’m very new to the game and I just want bailey </3 (we’re gonna pretend they’re not a terrible person ok)
(f!bailey x herm!cow tf!pc; soft bailey, possessive bailey, handjobs, grinding, finger-sucking)
you stumble back to the orphanage after narrowly escaping remy, fully exhausted. one of the other orphans catches you, and she gives you a hug, smiling through tears and saying she’s so happy you’re back. you hug her back, taking a deep breath.
you wake up the next morning and head off to pester bailey, like always. she doesn’t bother looking up, still scanning the paperwork in front of her. “I’m busy. get out.”
when you don’t answer, she looks up with an irritated expression, but her eyes go wide when she realizes it’s you. the expression disappears quickly, and she just shakes her head. “couldn’t stay away, could you?” but you know what she really means is, I’m glad you’re back.
“I’m okay, if you were wondering.”
“I wasn’t.”
“you put up missing posters for me, didn’t you?”
“don’t delude yourself. it was those other brats who insisted we keep an eye out.”
that’s a lie. bailey made sure to print at least 50 copies and saw to it that they were pasted across town.
“well... thanks.”
bailey looks like she’s going to snap at you, but she just exhales through her nose. “shut the door.”
you close it behind you, stepping closer to her desk. “on the way out, brat. unless you’re hungry for more punishment?”
you swallow thickly, stepping even closer.
“couldn’t get enough on the farm?” bailey smirks, grabbing you by the collar and hauling you forward.
“it wasn’t you.” you breathe out, and bailey’s grip tightens on your shirt. “shut up,” she says, and kisses you fiercely.
she tastes like cigarettes and whiskey, licking the inside of your mouth without abandon. your hands shake as you peel off your clothes. she lays you down on the desk, biting your shoulder, licking a stripe up your neck. your pussy throbs, and you let out a moan. you scramble for purchase on her shoulders. your legs instinctively wrap around her waist, and instead of shoving you off, she adjusts your thighs so they’re tightly wrapped around her.
you entwine your fingers and for once, she doesn’t let go. she squeezes tight, almost to the point of pain and presses her full body weight up against you. your cock presses up against her stomach, your tail flicking desperately.
you’re whimpering, sweet slick dripping between your thighs. bailey shoves her fingers in your mouth but you just suck, staring into her eyes. she yanks them out and moves her hand down to your cock, gripping it hard.
pussy slick drips down your legs and onto bailey’s crotch, the sight of which makes you gush pre-cum. she sucks air in through her teeth when she realizes how much more pre-cum and wetness you’re producing.
“you’re so fucking wet.” all for me, she thinks. “they must’ve milked you well on that farm.”
her free hand jerks you hard and fast. her hand is rough and calloused, enveloping the entirety of your dick with ease. she fondles your balls, watching amused as wetness drips from both sexes. untwining your fingers, bailey reaches for your hair, grabbing it and pulling so your face isn’t hidden by anything.
she mouths up your neck, kissing up your jawline. “but you came back. of course you did, because your body belongs to me.” she grabs your ass, hauling you so you’re grinding right against her pussy. “your first time, your pussy, your dick—all of it. your body was always mine.”
your pussy clenches on nothing at her words, but the ache between your legs matches the one in your chest.
“yours, ‘m yours,” you slur. bailey doesn’t correct you, shoving her tongue deep in your mouth.
bringing you to orgasm after orgasm, bailey even cums herself. it’s only in the hazy afterglow, when you’re lying spent on her desk, that she realizes she missed you.
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toast-oast · 2 years
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ai-generated images from prompts using DALL·E mini
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