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#with that i'm gonna head to bed
qiaowanmian · 1 month
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now all i'm saying is that had qiao wanmian just found herself a nice younger man boytoy in li xiangyi's ten year absence. well im not sure if she still would have gotten over him in a particularly healthier manner but at least she wouldn't have to suffer the sheer cringe of being in a ten year long situationship with mister wet tissue
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faunabel · 9 days
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ough he's so cute when he's frustrated about his artwork
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papa-evershed · 10 months
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RJC + blood || requested by: anonymous
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spaciebabie · 5 months
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honestly bro I think the funniest thing Abt being autistic is that I can't tell when people are trying ta be friends with me it just like doesn't click. ppl will all of the sudden start talking ta me and I'll be like, "hm why is this person talking ta me so much all of the sudden do they want something I mean I guess I'll go along with it"
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wildflowercryptid · 7 months
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i'm probably not going to be able to finish these drawings tonight, but have a preview of a lil (dubious) hawkspears doodle.
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doki-doki-imagines · 1 year
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TW: Pet play, probable OCD for Michael
Sort of a continuation of this post. It can be read as a stand-alone.
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“Y-You’re the best kitten” You pant, mind fogged by bliss.
Michael moans in your sex, if he could the kitty ears (a while ago standing perfectly onto that cute, messed up head) would have moved along, standing straight like his tail that is now following the movements of his hip grinding into the air.
“Michael, keep going-“ an awful loud moan comes out, only spurring Michael to go faster, to plug his tongue even deeper, tasting the essence covering your warm walls.
You can hear him rustling with his boxers, pulling them off probably, the wet sound unmistakable. You look under you and see the pink engorged tip of his cock, precum already spilling out; you bet it would taste delicious.
Too bad you can’t think about it more because Michael intensifies his ministrations, the vibrations of his broken moans send a delicious shiver up your spine and you can’t do anything but arch your back and grind into his face. He keeps switching between sucking your clit and slipping his tongue in, drinking your essence like the finest beverage, never stopping, if nothing he gets more aroused by your breathy moans, by the thighs you are trying to keep open with every ounce of self-control you have, but that inevitably close around his head, their plushness making his blood flow even faster to his groin.
How much you would like to caress his head “keep going kitty” you would say, spurring him on, maybe if you pull the leash he would listen to you…
Then you look at each other, blue irises almost covered by his blown pupils, Michael stops and you whine; why all of sudden all this intimacy?
That’s when Michael surprises you, he touches you. The same Micheal that couldn’t go two minutes without washing his hands after caressing you, the same Michael that gagged every time he just thought to put a finger in you, that same Michael is touching, or better seizing your thighs.
A new wave of pleasure runs through your skin, because fuck, you never saw Michael so desperate and even bigger fuck, he never touched you this way.
You feel his hands running towards your hips, man-handling you into what you assumed it is an angle he prefers, and as fast they go to your chest, squeezing and pinching your nipples hard and fast, uncoordinated in his movements like he wanted to do everything he missed in all this time.
“S-slow down kitty, your owner is delicate you know?” A half-hearted laugh comes out and you finally, finally pet his head.
Meanwhile, Michael looks at you like an angry kitten, furrowed eyebrows-
“Ouch! Nasty kitty!” The strong pinch on your nipple was anything but pleasant, you could even feel a cheshire grin on his face; the impulse to choke him between your thighs was strong, but you have the doubt he might enjoy it so you let the idea go.
This little breather doesn’t last long, Michael pulls you towards him (like there was some space between you two at this point) his mouth leaving your sex, cold hair hitting your core making you whine once again.
“Let me finger you, master”
How could Michael say that with such a serious face!? You felt like combusting, you don’t know if embarrassment or horniness, because let’s admit it, your big boy Michael acting like your pet made your brain rot since you started all of this.
“Yes, please Michael”
“Not Michael”
“Damn you, nasty kitty, get to work and get your owner off! Better?” Your arm covering your face, no way you’ll let him see-
Too late, he already pulled it away, looking at you with a predatory grin.
“Yes, way better”
Who could have guessed that the guy that was so disgusted by touching you would have turned like this thanks to a pair of fluffy ears and a tail; damn it if only you found out about this sooner.
Michael doesn’t waste a second plunging his slender fingers in and out your sopping hole, the intrusion comfortable thanks to his previous ministrations and God, Michael is making you see fucking stars.
Broken moans flow from your mouth, broken by the intrusion of Michael’s tongue, devouring every single sound you make, nullifying them with his own.
You try in the crazy frenzy of the situation to help him out, you reach out, but he pushes your hand away, too far, his eyes tell you.
A sigh escape, but you can’t complain much with his finger bringing you to such ecstasy.
Orgasm soon takes you both, your lips still slotted together, hard breaths coming out from your noses. You reach for a tissue; after such an intense session this is the minimum you can do, already scared of Michael running to the bathroom scratching his hand clean 'til blood comes out.
He gladly accepts it, kissing your cheek as a sign of gratitude.
You know that later you’ll have to talk about this, for now, you just cuddle in each other arms, unusual soft kisses exchanged.
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hajihiko · 1 year
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Hey so does your subconscious also call you babygirl
Yeah
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musette22 · 1 year
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Before I log off for the day, I have a very important announcement to make:
Sebastian Stan should be kissed gently on the nose at least twelve times a day ♥️
That is all, thank you & goodnight 😌
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68spidey · 9 months
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The artistic urge to sit and appreciate how far your art has come while simultaneously wanting to rip your work apart and eat it like a rabid bear for not being perfect
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giggly-squiggily · 9 months
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Spontaneous Headcanon #29
Aizawa has tattoos. More specifically he has a massive back tattoo that spans his shoulders and ends around mid/lower back (No one ask me what it'd be I'm way too sleepy to design one- whatever you think would look best that's what he got). He also has a few small rib tattoos he got around the same time.
Originally no one knew about them until the day Aizawa boldly wore a white shirt without something under it. Mic took one look at him while drinking his coffee, did a mild spit take and proceeded to yank it up to his neck with a "Wow, where'd you get THIS?"
Then Midnight walked in. That's how the rumors of their relationship got started (Surprisingly it wasn't Midnight who let it slip- it was All Might. He didn't mean too- he's just too loud ajrejradrjejkrjkae)
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sentientcave · 7 days
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I didn't finish editing so here have a couple words from Chapter 2 as a sneaky midnight snack
Military is like that, isn’t it? The whole brotherhood thing? Maybe fighting for your life beside someone changes how you see them forever.
“How long did you all serve together?” you ask. “Johnny mentioned that he was SAS before— I asked about the scar once.” You tap the side of your head.
“Long time. Hand-picked Gaz and Soap for my taskforce about ten years back. Simon and I served together longer. He’s a captain now, even if the lads still call him LT. They’re both lieutenants, and Gaz’ll be a captain himself before long. Probably would’ve been already if he’d transferred out of the 141.” He gets up with a grunt and settles onto the bench beside you. “Don’t think Simon’s long for it. He’s only still in because he wants to keep an eye on Soap. Man’s a bloody romantic. Live together or die together.”
“I didn’t realize that they were together at all.”
“The way Soap’s been droolin’ all over you, I’m not surprised.” He puffs on his cigar thoughtfully. “But Simon’s just like that, as far as I can tell. The world’s divided into three categories. Enemies, *his* people, and everyone else. Enemies ‘n’ everyone else can’t touch what’s his, but he’s never given a damn about Soap sleepin’ with Gaz, or me.”
“I’m not his people.”
John looks at you and shakes his head. “Course you are, doll. You’re one of *our* people now. They might’ve gotten a bit overzealous, bringing you here the way they did, but those lads would do anything you asked of ‘em now.”
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anantaru · 1 year
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hello sweets, 💕 next work of mine will be a p with plot one-shot with estimated 3.5k+ words and you guys will NEVER guess who it is about!!!!!!
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zagreuses-art · 2 months
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Chapter 2: Sybil Considers Things (posted here on AO3)
" “All is well. Sleep now, Sam,” she had said, and the resulting doze was an act of pure obedience. "
[ID: a pencil sketch with digital coloring of Sybil Ramkin and Sam Vimes spooning in bed viewed from above. Sybil is curled around Vimes and has a hand on his throat, she looks thoughtful, Vimes is completely out for the count and faintly saying snork-mimimi. The lighting is dark and soft, and Sybil is backlit by a touch of light pink early morning sun. End ID]
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andy-clutterbuck · 1 year
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5x15 | Try
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stalactites · 1 month
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no hannigram take a chance on me ABBA edit so what's the point of any of this .
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lesbianneopolitan · 6 months
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If I wasn't a sleepy bitch atm I would be drawing more of them...
them being RubyNeo
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