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murmurmurl · 4 months
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ruikasa girlkissers edition
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ft masc Nene
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seiwas · 5 months
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there is a very specific image in my head of early-mid 20’s iwaizumi hajime
#iwaizumi x reader#and he’s the guy taking on an internship in his senior year with minimum load for his classes#bc he’s planned it all out since starting college#you see him in parties because he has the time & he works so hard it’s only right he plays hard too#every time you lock eyes he gives you a small smile#there’s an air about him that isn’t cocky but isn’t too shy; a comfort that settles into his skin like he’s sure of who he is#—of what he wants & it definitely isn’t hauling up his drunk friends and a few acquaintances up his car#but some of them are your friends and you’re helping him so maybe it isn’t so bad#he drops you off with your roommate and you rarely see him after#until you spot him at some bar (again) and he’s wearing a tight fitting polo (it’s his uniform you later notice)#it’s a year or two after your graduation and when you lock eyes across the room there’s something so familiar yet wholly different#he’s confident now & maybe a little flirty too when he tells you he’s working as an assistant to shadow one of his mentors#you catch up for the rest of the night and your friends have long since gone ahead#he still knows what he wants and it’s to bring you home—not that way (not yet); you’re a little suspicious because#you know there’s /something/ but he drives you home like a gentleman. without really trying anything (and maybe part of you wishes he did)#it’s iwaizumi though and he knows what he wants—to ask you out properly (one he’s been thinking about since chance encounters in uni)#and he’s hoping that when he asks you can tell just how much he likes you#hajime#i want him so bad im crying#there is a whole workd of backstory to this but i got lazy typing it#shotorus.bubble
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teddie-bear420 · 3 months
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Flash warning!
What’s worse? Your greatest shame coming back to life, or your greatest shame coming back to life and being happier than you?
Tldr: I rant about the most homophobic lesbian
Remember I made all this up! And I love reading all the replies yall leave!
So there are a lot of songs that make me think of vaggie and lute, the angst of killing your crush and being attacked by your best friend is just so juicy, plus friends to enemies to lovers is one of my fave tropes ever!!
I’ll always wonder about what vaggie and lutes life was like before the betrayal? So in the perfect world exterminators are heaven born critters, grown from bug eggs, they are raised to protect heaven from the outside in, basically they were born and raised to be nationalist soldiers.
Military indoctrination with bugs
Oh! And a design element with the halos is that every angel type is different, like the exterminator halo has a 4point star! The cardinal directions! And they can magical girl transform, that’s why I draw lute with a star pin/necklace.
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But back to toxic yuri
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Lute has this contradictory mind set, she is the most holy thing and can’t be capable of sin while also being the most wicked thing in all creation, capable of great acts of violence.
She loves the violence but she hates the shame and guilt that comes with that, so she takes it out on other things/people. Then she starts to hurt her friend, who she has a crush on btw. Very bad for her holy ego, she loves vaggie, but she also hates the way that vaggie makes her feel. Vaggie alway had the softest wings, and the brightest eyes, lute loved to smell vaggie, lavender, she recalls.
Lavender makes her feel safe and angry at the same time, it makes her face hot and tummy sick.
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She had to get rid of vaggie to make all these difficult go away. It did at first, she had Adam, Emily and others to distract her. Lute became the second in command and personal chaperon to Emily! She was living the dream! She believes that it was for the best that she killed her crush, vaggie had to be put down for her sinful, tempting ways!
But the guilt and shame finally come to a head when she sees vaggie again in heaven
And not only alive… but alive and happy with some demon!
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The one with Jack not wearing his suit (Jack out of his uniform)
Music and clip bits in this video:
1. Greg J Walker - All of You (Duet)
2. Monty Norman Orchestra - James Bond (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)
3. David Hasselhoff - Baywatch Theme Song
4. Alannah Myles - Black Velvet
5. Henry Mancini - The Pink Panther Theme
6. Johannes Brahms - Lullaby
7. Wimbledon Tennis Theme - Purple and Green
8. Marvin Gaye - Let's Get It On (instrumental)
9. Mic Lowry - Tuxedo
10. Derek Fiechter - Cobra Desert
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blindmagdalena · 1 year
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homie fingering a reader with his gloves on 😳
18+ f!reader, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, breath play, come play, clothed sex.
Homelander's always known you have a thing for his suit.
He never failed to notice the way your pupils dilated when he'd bring a gloved finger up to your face, pointing you down while he spoke. He'd watch you reflexively lick your lips. Fuck, you looked ready to open your mouth for him and suck his fingers down.
With that in mind, it came as no surprise to him that you'd whimper and beg for this, for his gloved hand rubbing soothing circles on your ass before coming down swift for a sharp spank.
He loves you like this, bent over his lap, naked and needy while he's fully suited, lording his power over you. Tending to you in ways no one else could even attempt to. No, you've got it bad for him. You'll never get this from anyone else.
"Homelander," you gasp, voice wrung out and sweet as a vanilla milkshake. He can hear how wet you are, the clench of your cunt squeezing around nothing but your own juices. You smell fucking incredible. It makes his jaw tight, has his mouth watering. He swallows it back, and delivers another sharp strike just to feel the way you shudder against him.
"I warned you, didn't I? I warned you what would happen if you teased me," he says, the leather of his glove smooth against your smarting ass as he rubs it tenderly. Being spanked by someone of his strength should be terrifying, but he's careful. He knows precisely how hard to strike.
He would never truly hurt you.
"I'm sorry," you whine. He can hear the smile in your voice. He knows you're not. He's certain you're proud of the position that riling him up has gotten you into. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
A lie.
"You sure don't sound sorry," he muses, bracing one hand on your ass while he pushes your thighs apart. Christ, you're soaked. It takes everything in him not to flip you over then and there, hoist your knees over his shoulders and devour you until you're screaming.
There will be time for that later.
Instead, Homelander drags his gloved middle finger through the mess of you, rubbing from your cunt to your clit in slow back and forth slides. The sound of it is almost as obscene as your moan.
"Please," you keen, digging your fingers into the couch cushion. "Please, please-" "Please what, sweetheart? Be specific," Homelander says, voice a velvety rumble. "If you're gonna beg, do it right." "Please fuck me with your fingers," you whisper, hiding your face in the cross of your arms. "With your glove."
"Atta girl," he purrs through a crooked grin, rubbing your clit in slow figure eights before finally pressing in two right off the bat.
The wetness of you makes for an easy slide, despite the added thickness the gloves give his fingers. The sounds you make go straight to his cock, whimpering like it's too much, even as you push your hips back against his fingers, begging for more with every part of you.
Homelander puts a hand to your lower back, holds you firmly in place. Beneath you, his cock strains in the confines of his pants, grinding against your stomach. He licks his lips, exhaling sharp little breaths as he pushes his fingers deeper, the mingled smell of leather and sex thoroughly clouding his mind.
"Thaaat's it, there you go. Love being fucked by your hero, don't you? Can't forget it when I've got these on, not even when I'm fucking you stupid," he rasps, voice thin with his own desire. His hand slides from your back up to your neck, to your throat. Your gasp is broken by the way he squeezes, holding you in place while he picks up the pace. You asked him to fuck you with them, after all.
His palm slaps against your skin with every sharp thrust, jostles you in his lap. Even through his glove, he can feel you struggling for each breath you take, but you don't try to pull his hand away.
You're completely loose in his grip, little more than a warm, wet toy. He slips in a third finger, and like he's pressed a button, you reward him with a reedy, desperate moan.
Fuck, the throb of his cock is starting to feel unbearable. He's already close just from the weight of you on his lap, from the smell and the sound of you. He's not going to last, especially not with the way he can feel you quivering around his fingers, squeezing him through the leather. Homelander bites down hard on his tongue.
"C'mon... C'mon, that's it. C'mon. So fuckin' pretty when you come for me. C'mon, baby, come on my fingers. Show me how grateful you are. Show me," he grits out, each thrust of his hand punching a sharp, high pitched little noise out of you. He flexes his hand on your throat, gives you just enough breath between squeezes to make sure you don't pass out. You clench your knees together, your whole body shaking, climbing up and up and up until finally you lock up, and Homelander releases your throat just to hear the way you scream for him.
Though his pace relents, he doesn't stop fucking you. He takes too much pleasure in the overstimulated way you writhe and cry out, clawing at the couch while he pumps his fingers in deep, curling them and milking you of every last second of your release.
Driven into a fucking frenzy by your orgasm, Homelander startles a gasp out of you when he flips you onto the couch, on your back, and climbs between your legs. He fumbles with his belt for only a second, fingers a wet mess of you. He's rushed in pulling out his cock, breathing through his teeth, looking like a wild animal over you as he takes his cock in that same wet hand, fisting it while he uses his other hand to pin you in place.
"Don't you ever fucking forget who makes you come like this. Who owns you. Who belongs to you," he hisses, furiously jerking his cock. You look like a dream under him, flushed and out of your mind with your own release.
"Do it," you say, voice hoarse. "I wanna feel you come all over me, Homelander." The way you moan his name is as reverent as it is deprived, and it snaps the final thread left tethering him. He slams his hips into his fist and comes hard, painting your wet, fucked out pussy with come, ribbons of it shooting all the way up to your stomach.
You're both breathing heavily. Homelander moves his hand from you to the couch, bracing himself on it as he squeezes the last few drops from his cock before tucking it back into his pants with a tender breath.
You open your arms to him, and he sinks down against you, heedless of the mess that spreads to his suit. He's earned your embrace, and the sweet way you play with his hair after he's done a good job.
"That was amazing," you sigh, carding your fingers lazily through his blonde locks. You smile when you say, "My hero."
Homelander smiles into the crook of your neck, nuzzling there. He feels giddy in the wake of his climax, resisting the urge to giggle as your fingers tickle the outer shell of his ear. "Love you."
"I love you, too," you murmur, voice soft and words slightly slurred. "Next time, I want you to be the naked one." Homelander's smile grows into a sly grin. "Yeah?" "Yeah," you echo, giving his hair a playful little tug. "What do you think?" "I think you're onto something," he says, kissing along your neck.
You always have the best ideas.
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honeynclove · 6 months
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me n @rxttenbxnes in the ramshackle dorm uniforms I designed
Ik it looks like gabby got the short end of the stick design wise but they specifically wanted a simpler design and there’s even a more detailed non housewarden uniform one modeled by our npc 😭😭😭 (there’s also some doodles underneath the cut)
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In fact, I have only one question for the next episodes.
Is this Loki so cool or a TVA uniform, that is literally immune to fucking radiation? Why did Victor's specially designed spacesuit explode into atoms, and Loki's office clothes sit on him as if he were at a model show, and not in the middle of space (?) whatever it is).
Shouldn't this boy run naked to the temporal loom?
Or is he so shy that he saves his clothes with magic?
I don't think that's fair to Mobius.
(and to us)
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tonguetiedraven · 2 years
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LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS PIECE I COMMISSIONED FROM @notninani!!!!!!
CHECK OUT HER AMAZING WORK AND GIVE HER LOTS OF LOVE!!!
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bun-fish · 1 year
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wiiiiiiiiip
Well would you look at that, the art finally acquired some 🎨colors🎨!!!
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some (fun) facts while im arting:
made several copies for coloring bc I also wanna keep the black & white >:)
legitimately borrowed my sister's bright green marker for this... my highlighters r too pastel to do the dp green any form of justice.
We gettin there ÷)
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hegodamask · 1 year
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“But when I watched it, I thought, ‘Oh my god, she’s never been touched. Never. Yes, this guy can be construed as creepy and weird. But what does that do to a woman who’s never been with anyone? Ever? That’s Tony, and Beau [Willimon] and Dan [Gilroy], the writers. ‘Dedra is a dominatrix’ isn’t as interesting to me as Dedra as somebody who has serious issues with intimacy, and is way overwhelmed by this person’s energy for her.” - [x]
hi i’m going insane
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sansbydaily · 10 months
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Day 246
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laurelwen · 8 months
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searsage · 1 year
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NGL Robin would 100% be the person caught with a shit load of nudes of her architect in a bra on her phone.
Ryley would try to rationalize with Robin that Al-an doesn't wear clothes, so technically it doesn't count nudes.
But our researcher would just say he's wearing a bra, it's porn.
Al-an would simply agree with this only because he wants her to call him her baby girl again and can't give to craps about the logic behind it.
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urdadsceilingfan · 2 years
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No I didn’t die, I just forgot how to draw, anyways casual au outfits cause they have lives outside of a rodeo
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juicegremlin · 2 years
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all this talk about andrew’s initial crush on kevin but you CANNOT tell me that kevin day’s competency kink doesn’t go fucking wild whenever andrew puts a bit of effort in. those two made their deal for the actual reasons but there’s no way “fuck, he’s hot” didn’t factor into it on either side
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offorestsongs · 9 days
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OC INTRODUCTION ➻ ELIOTT EMBERS
BASIC INFORMATION
name🪞Eliott Embers age🪞17 years old birthday🪞15th March height🪞168 cm homeland🪞Queendom of Roses class🪞sophmore dominant hand🪞left A sweet-faced student from the Royal Sword Academy. While he's usually very friendly, he often seems to be more focused on his dream world than on what's actually happening around him. Daydreams and made-up stories were always his way of escaping the world. His childhood was far from happy - his mother died in childbirth, his father remarried not long after. Eliott's father was loving in the moments when he wasn't absent, but his new stepmother seemed to care mostly about herself, her own son from her previous marriage, and throwing her husband's wealth around. When his father died too, Eliott was left alone, an unwanted child in the house of somebody who was still like a stranger to him. Despite his bad situation, he never let it get to him. He would often turn to daydreams, imagining that he was actually a lost prince or a gallant knight. Other times, he made up stories about the people he saw in his neighborhood, casting them in the roles of fairy tale characters. Eliott is an endlessly optimistic boy who seems to be able to see the bright side of every situation. He's hardworking by nature and doesn't complain, no matter what life throws at him. At home, he knows how to make himself small, unnoticeable, so he can avoid getting in trouble. He does the chores thrown at him with a placid smile and quietly tolerates any berating. But when he's at school, he acts completely different, letting his true self shine. He's actually pretty popular there, which is no wonder. He acts confident (even when he doesn't actually feel it), he's friendly and charming, and always seem to know exactly what to say to somebody. He also has the reputation of never saying no when somebody asks him for help, though that may not be the best thing - he just usually doesn't know how to. His signature spell is called A Dream, A Wish. It allows him to make the things he writes about come to reality within certain limitations.
OTHER FACTS/TRIVIA
🪞twisted from Cinderella (nobody could've guessed lmao) 🪞really loves writing, his dream job is to write books for kids 🪞tho right now most of what he's writing is fanfiction 🪞his favorite food is pumpkin pie 🪞doesn't actually enjoy doing most of the household chores, but he is very good at them 🪞he never had enough money to buy the clothes he wanted to he learned how to sew his own 🪞animals seem naturally drawn to him, which he's always very delighted by, as he's a big animal lover; he feeds the mice he finds in the house and gives names to the sparrows in the garden 🪞his biggest life goal is to move out of his house
RELATIONSHIPS
Riddle Rosehearts - not only were they neighbors, their bedroom windows were facing each other. Eliott would often watch Riddle, making up stories about his life. Since he didn't know Riddle's name, he would just call him "rose boy" in his head. Since Eliott was already friends with Trey and Che'nya, they finally introduced him to Riddle one day and the two of them became fast friends. It was only natural, in a way. They were both kids from bad homes, desperately needing an escape from their normal lives. Riddle liked how creative Eliott was and in turn Eliott was impressed by how smart Riddle was. They would often talk by sending letters between their windows using magic; Eliott would write stories about the two of them as characters in fairy tales. And then Riddle just completely stopped talking to Eliott. Eliott spent a good few years convinced he must have done something that made Riddle hate him. It was only after Riddle's overblot that he had learned that it was actually Riddle's mother who had found their letters and made Riddle cut off contact. They're friends again now, meeting up as often as they can while going to different schools. Eliott cares for Riddle deeply, and often tends to care about his problems more than about his own. In his dream reality, the two of them would run away and live together. Trey Clover - they knew each other since childhood and would often run around the neighborhood, causing trouble. They're still very close now, keeping in contact even when they don't see eachother for longer periods of time. Trey is probably the person Eliott trusts the most and he's the person Eliott always goes to first with his problems. Every school break, Eliott sneaks out from home to spend some peaceful time at Trey's place - he's always welcomed there, as Trey's parents absolutely adore him. Che'nya - as with Trey, they're also childhood friends. At school, they usually hang out together. If Eliott feels too anxious to do something, Che'nya will most probably drag him into it anyways. Eliott has no idea what his friend is on most of the time, but honestly? It's fun, so he's willing to indulge. The unabashed eccentricity is something he actually really admires about Che'nya.
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