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the-jam-to-the-unicorn · 11 months
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Enjoy 41 seconds of THAT clip. Slowed done, a bit sharpened. Enjoy all the sweet, little moments.
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milkymolle · 7 months
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i'm over 2 weeks late but happy 20th anniversary to the Most Important comic book cover of all time. here is my homage
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wolfythewitch · 2 months
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Hair growth
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sunclown · 6 months
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“If you want to be saved, a strong but gentle lady sailor is best!” 🍊🌸
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bi-writes · 29 days
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can't stop thinking about dark!simon with a sunshine!curvy!fem!reader, it's gnawing at my brain. (18+)
greeting him when he comes home in a little apron with dough smeared across your cheeks. you're bouncing in the kitchen, giggling as you wrap your arms around his neck. one burly arm hooks around your waist as he palms one side of your ass, and you kiss his lips over his blood-soaked mask again and again as you coo, "missed you so much, made you chocolate chip..."
you talk and talk and talk and talk. you're always talking. you're always whispering in his ear and chattering as he drives and telling him some story about something he missed while he was gone as you tidy up the flat. you never stop talking, never run out of things to tell him, and despite the monotone voice and the lack of response, he hears every single word that you say, and he forgets nothing. when he makes his way back on base, johnny is waiting, eager to hear an update about the receptionist at your work and if she is actually sleeping with your manager.
you wash his clothes without even blinking. you're at the sink, a bucket of cold, suddy water there as you scrub at his shirt. there's peroxide at the side, and you use a delicate hand as you scrub at the stains on it. ghost watches from the doorway as you hum to yourself, in a little pair of shorts with your hair tied up as you rinse the shirt clean. blood runs down the drain, and his shirt is clean as new.
you always find some kind of weapon around the house. you bend down to brush crumbs off the kitchen chairs, and you scold simon with a glossy pout because he left a bloody knife taped under the table. you whine when you find a grenade sitting in the same drawer you keep your tampons in. you complain when you take out the jar of rice to make dinner, and there's a small handgun hidden between the grains. but your face always softens when he cups your cheeks with two big hands, kissing you warmly, muttering, "gotta keep y'safe, luvvie...know there's a bloody line waitin' for a taste of y'r cunny, baby."
you visit him on base once in light wash denim and a white tshirt, sneakers hitting the linoleum and purse swinging as you wave at him. he's standing in front of a line of privates, watching them do jumping jacks, and his eyes light up a little when he sees you waving at him enthusiastically. when he finally makes it to you, he shoves you into the nearest supply closet and tugs your jeans down just enough to fit his cock between your thighs. when he's walking you out, the boys watch as you cling to simon's arm, a lovesick grin on your sweaty face as you flutter your lashes up at him.
he loves when your manicured hands touch him. scratching along his scalp, tracing the edge of his jaw, cupping the bulge in his pants. you're so sweet, the most giggly girl, and he loves tasting the strawberry of your gloss as you make him cum with your hand, cooing against his lips about how strong he is, how much you love him, how you would do anything for him.
he loves it most when you see him for what he really is. when he comes home battered and bruised, bloody clothes sticking to him, a snarl to his voice and the adrenaline of an op still pumping through his veins. he loves that nothing about him scares you. that even like this, you lean up on your toes and kiss him softly, that you get some of the blood and dirt smudges on the pink of your pajama pants, and you don't care, that he strangled a man with these very hands only hours ago, and you still want him to touch you.
he loves that you love him. that when he feeds his cock into you that night, in nothing but your baby pink lingerie, that you barely need any prep at all from how wet you are. thick thighs spreading apart, sticky slick shining on your skin, cunt nice and ready for him because you have missed him that much. he loves that no matter how ugly he feels, you always find him attractive, that no matter how many people he tells you that he killed tonight, all you do is smile and pucker your lips, and tell him, "it's okay, teddy bear, they deserved it, didn't they?" and yeah, they did, cause it is kill or be killed, and there is no universe where ghost does not fight to get back here, to get back to this pretty pussy, to get back to the bed he shares with you so he can watch those pretty tits bounce every time he fucks his cock into you.
ghost loves his pretty girl. all smiles. all soft, so cute, just perfect. ghost casts a shadow over the room, and you just brighten it right back up. ghost tracks blood into the house, and there you are to cover it all up with citrus and soap.
yeah. always just sunshine and smiles at home.
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monkiinart · 4 months
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this study piece has been sitting in my WIP folder for a year now zzz woe,arne be upon ye
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temeyes · 5 months
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feeling way too deeply for him again
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canisalbus · 10 months
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There's a special pain that comes from not knowing how to make your long-snouted dog people kiss properly.
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kenntolog · 27 days
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can you do smth about loser gf n sukunas first date? i love them sm
𝝑𝝔 an: hope u enjoy this :)) read more about cool bf sukuna x losee gf reader here!!
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cool boyfriend sukuna isn’t that original(he doesn’t even try to be) so he just takes you to see a movie and then plans to walk you home after that.
you give him the freedom of choosing what movie to watch and he, of course, chooses a slasher. you take the ticket he gives you with an excited grin, which excites him, and leave him to go to the restroom to check yourself out.
sukuna’s gaze doesn’t leave you or the path you walked on even for a minute as he admires the way you put a little more thought into your outfit, looking as sweet as ever, and added a little more makeup to enhance your pretty features. he’s not gonna lie, the way you did your lips really makes it hard to keep himself together.
to his amusement, you are still a little scared by the cheap jumpscares, hand visibly itching to grab his. sukuna spends most of the movie’s runtime watching you, absentmindedly biting the nail of his thumb and smiling at your cute reactions. the way you tightly close your eyes whenever a violent scene is on, the way you hiss and your face scrunches in disgust at the sight of someone’s fake guts on the screen, the way you squeal quietly when you get jumpscared — he finds you so adorable it’s crazy.
sukuna takes your hand at the first opportunity that presents itself: when you’re giggling at something he said and don’t notice a person walking by, accidentally bumping into them. sukuna doesn’t hesitate to grab your hand and pull you into himself, giving the person a nasty glare. you smile sheepishly at him, but don’t let go. he feels very peaceful, like he’s never felt before.
and to sukuna’s surprise, when he is ready to leave your address after walking you home like the gentleman he’s quite far from being, you, the shy loser who is hardly even noticeable if you don’t look carefully around the classroom, come back from your apartment, running after him, and soon hold onto his shoulders, standing on your tiptoes to plant a shy kiss on his cheek before hurriedly disappearing into your apartment again.
he can barely suppress the idiotic smile splitting his lips.
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miagoreprincess · 16 days
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am i ur type?
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time-woods · 8 months
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formal company event ! yes im pullin out all the romcom tropes for this series
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strawberri-draws · 29 days
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this is "laois should get many cuddles" propaganda
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zionworkzs · 8 months
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I want Aziraphale and Crowley to hash out all the emotional shit the first fucking episode of S3 and the rest of the season is them toddling around as they always have, trying to save the world but like... kissing about it.
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konigsblog · 14 days
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we all know about könig's breading kink, but what about könig with a pregnant!reader? 🍼
könig's desperation for a large and loving family stems from his being an only child. könig has never felt the warmth and love from a sibling, and he wants to make sure his kids will always have someone there. könig will impregnate you over and over again, embarrassingly desperate to get you pregnant after your first, with hunger visible in his lustful, half-lidded eyes.
because könig wants to get you pregnant often, he also wants you to quit your job and to spend your hours inside of the house, cleaning and cooking if possible, but more preferably relaxing in bed or on the couch with your favourite television show in the background, to distract you from the pains and sickness that leave you dizzy and light-headed. könig will try to spend as much time as possible with you, taking days off of his work to lift your stomach up to ease the ache in the small of your back that leaves your muscles tight and your shoulders tense.
könig makes fantastic dinners and will rush to the shop to buy you whatever you need, whether that's an entire tub of nutella and some pickles, or honey and broccoli. he won't ask any questions, it's for the better... könig finds himself staying up until the wee hours of the morning, until the birds are chirping outside, the glowing sun is rising over the horizon, and the bags beneath his eyes leave him looking fatigued and ill. you worry too often, and guilt and shame consumes him when he sees your concern. he doesn't want to worry you. he'll fall asleep, part of könig's brain nagging at him not to fall asleep and to always be there, just in case something goes wrong.
you could say he's paranoid, but könig will just say he's being careful.
and when you're pregnant and in need of something to soothe that throbbing, wet ache between your thighs, he'll always be there, almost too eager to help. he'll be there to lick and eat your swollen pussy and to coat you in his spit and saliva, gazing up at you with heavy eyelids and his lengthy cock straining inside of his jeans, or to slide his girthy cock inside your gummy and velvety cunt, rocking his sturdy hips back and forth while playing with your breasts and how your nipples stiffen at his perverse touch, admiring how your breasts have grown while you whine quietly and arch your back, pleading for more so sweetly with your aroused pussy drooling around his shaft.
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jelluf1sh · 2 months
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taking a nap with suguru. soft blankets and softer words, sweet nothings mumbled into his ear after he’s had a hard day. his silky black hair brushed from his face by your gentle, loving hands, tossed over his shoulder lightly so it doesn’t catch on any of his earrings while he snoozes. “i’m so proud of you” while he rests, his thick lashes closed against his cheeks, and a smile curled into his lips. he covers the expanse of your neck with soft, deliberately-placed kisses, mumbling a “thank you” or a “love you” in between each press of his lips, and you can feel the cold metal of the rings with each warm kiss. his large hands which massage your back whilst his head lays on your chest — he wanted to be held today, be a little selfish with you. the light of the evening sun, setting just outside the window, washing across the two of you, turning suguru’s skin akin to something of melted caramel, and his hair, silken dark chocolate. kissing his forehead and talking about nothing and everything all at once. reassurance. vulnerability. comfort. safety. love. and contentment on his behalf, as he trusted you with everything he was and everything he felt underneath a single fur blanket. watching him fight sleep, yawning over and over again, his nose crinkling and his eyes pricking with tears at the intensity of his tiredness, until the sandman takes hold of him, and with one final kiss to his forehead — so graciously granted by his lover after moving his bangs out of the way— suguru can doze off happy, knowing he will always wake up to you.
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cheekinpermission · 2 months
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WEE WOO WEE WOO!
Yuu got in a new shade of lipstick and is now on a mission. The targets? Housewardens.
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Squeeshy octopus boy
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