pussydrunk!heeseung who is desperate to feel every part of you, even though you’re approaching your third orgasm of the night
pussydrunk!heeseung who’s lapping at your cunt, ignoring your cries and you constantly tugging on his hair in an attempt to make him stop
pussydrunk!heeseung who groans against your cunt as he feels you shaking underneath him
pussydrunk!heeseung rolling his hips against the mattress in an attempt to relieve the aching of his cock as he curls his fingers into you, the whimpers leaving your lips causing him to rut his hips into the mattress even harder
pussydrunk!heeseung not being able to tear his eyes off you, admiring the faces you’re making as he fucks his digits into you
pussydrunk!heeseung who spits on your cunt before going back in, despite you begging him not to because you’re so sensitive
having to almost rip pussydrunk!heeseungs hair out as he refuses to stop, even when there are tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation
pussydrunk!heeseung almost cumming as he feels you clench around his fingers, your whimpers and loud moans filling his ears before coating them in cum for the third time that night
pussydrunk!heeseung not stopping as you cum, pulling his fingers out of your leaking hole just to replace them with his tongue
desperately crying for him to stop as pussydrunk!heeseung hums against your cunt
‘‘i’m afraid i can’t stop baby, not when you taste this good’’
When Charlie is depressed, Vaggie holds her and sings her own version of "Cheer Up, Charlie" from "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory". The rest of the staff have secretly witnessed this at one point or another, but never speak of it because they'll never admit that seeing the princess being sung to by her girlfriend made them cry
(also LMFAO. yeah okay i can see where leona x jamil shippers come from. i wasn't really into it cuz of jamil's utter distaste for royalty and people in powerful positions n stuff like that, y'know? i figured theyd clash too much, but nvm. i mean they'll still clash, that's inevitable, but there could prob be something there at the same time. who knows.)
Send 🐈 for the receiving muse to grow cat ears and a tail for a day. (Kotetsu)
Stretching in his bed, Kotetsu woke up to start his day at his apartment, he felt bad about staying there away from his daughter, but work willing he had no time off unless he explicitly asked.
Getting to the bathroom, he passed by the mirror to use the toilet and did a double take -- did he have tiger ears on his head, and a tail too?!
"Huh, wonder if I have fangs too?" Fingers in his mouth, he checked for elongated canines, and deflated a bit when he saw there were none, just his normal teeth. The tiger ears on his head flopped with his little disappointment, but he was curious about his new appendages.
Getting dressed, his tail was pushed against his lower back as his pants were a bit high on his waist, but he'd grin and bear it for however long the features were going to stay (hopefully he'd not attract too much attention going about his day.)
Running up to the taller, Ranpo had a handful to carry, all these snacks & just such a tiny, little man. Nearly stumbling over his feet before he finally stood in front of the older, he grinned at him. ❝Take those for me, go, go! Hurry, I wanna hold Karl! What are you standing there for, Edgar?! I said, hold these!❞ Practically shoving all those bags, packages & assortments of food items, Edogawa ー now hands-free ー was reaching out towards Poe's shoulders, hardly being able to reach anywhere else & hoping that the raccoon was going to jump down to him; he missed that silly pet so dearly, usually he'd be aggressive towards anyone else ー ironically enough, with the detective? He was pretty tame, gave him kisses & cuddles. ❝KARL! Come, come... pspspspspsー❞
Panic settles in rapidly as Ranpo charges towards him, a gasp escaping Edgar as he lowers himself slightly, arms outstretched in the hopes of breaking the detective’s fall. It’s something that never comes, instead the plies of snacks and sweet treats from his arms are unloaded into his open arms — his disappointment is muted at first, only for a quiet whine to escape him as he straightens up his posture, heart still galloping in the aftermath of such an approach.
He should be used to it, really. Poe continues to tell himself this, only to endlessly find himself stuck in a loop where he’s always kept on his toes. It’s not something he particularly minds, truth be told. What he does mind, however, is…
“R-Ranpo-kun…!” Stuck holding on to the mountain of items, knees buckling for reasons he can’t quite remember, Edgar peeks past the items partially obscuring his vision only to see Karl chittering away in Ranpo’s arms. That little devil…! To think that he would have competition from his own companion.
“...What about me?” The question escapes his lips, only to be promptly followed by a squeak. It’s one thing to think these things and another to voice them aloud! Color rose up his neck steadily, painting his pale complexion crimson. “I m-mean…! What of— Ah, uhm. Never mind,” A quick shake of the head is given, “I can lead the way back for us, if you’d like… Unless there was anywhere else you wanted to go?”
Hopefully back home, because they were surrounded by one person too many.
"My, Kaoru-kun! To think we'll be spending a whole day by ourselves... why, I believe the last time we spent time alone was during the little vacation fine and UNDEAD had together, no?" He distinctly remembers that Kaoru wasn't all that comfortable with the situation, so he hopes that at the very least things can change this time around. He does very much wish to get to know someone that Rei holds so dear.
Wataru starts the car— humming as the engine comes to life, and soon enough he's driving the car out of the parking lot. For someone as Eccentric as him, he handles driving in such an ordinary way that one might find it odd.
"So~ Have you decided on where our first stop might be?"
He had been training for hours, the rest of his team had gone home for the day. He had pulled out a ball machine to serve the tennis balls, they covered the court he had already hit so many.
Tezuka's shirt collar was stained with sweat, and his eyes were subject to beads rolling down from his forehead. Putting his racket between his knees, he pulled up his shirt, after removing his glasses to wipe off, coming up to straighten like something out of a movie, the sun catching on the sweat, making him appear majestic, like a strong stallion.
does anyone have open (or know anyone who does) sonic-style custom commissions? i really wanna get art of my insert, miette, but i'm having troubles finding an artist?!?!