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reachingworldlive · 2 months

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How to Clean Black Neck Spots the Right Way

#General #Black Neck Spots #Dark Pigmentation #Home Remedy #Neck Spots

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hiort · 11 months

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our siren boy

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eclipseshotel · 1 month

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Not to sound like a hungry bitch scavenging for any morsel she can get, but one of my favorite parts of a yautja that I’m always drawn to is the exposed underside of their lower jaw between their bio-helmet and neck guard/armor. I just wanna nuzzle my face in that sweet spot and plant a lil vampiric kiss right there…

#yautja #sorry i’m ovulating #but the neck is my fav part of the body so naturally I’m gonna go straight for it #my yautja growling when I embrace him and start making my way to that very spot #cuz he knows I’m gonna lick kiss and bite him there #if I could mark my yautja with love bites I wouldn’t even hesitate

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gummi-ships · 1 year

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Kingdom Hearts 2 - Halloween Town Drive Forms

#kingdom hearts 2 #kh2 #sora #drive form #valor form #wisdom form #limit form #master form #final form #anti form #halloween town #my gif #whew i've been wanting to make a set like this for a while #i'm impressed i got the camera angles the same for all of these since it resets every time you transform #i'd do more for his christmas town forms but it is VERY difficult to find a spot where donald and goofy wont be in the way #i'd prefer it to be free of distractions like goofy breathing down my neck...

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bisexualfbiagents · 9 months

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Mulder and Scully | Blood (2.03)

#fox mulder #dana scully #txf #the x files #txfedit #x files #xfilesnet #msr #2x03 #gillian is so visibly pregnant in this episode it's like spot the baby bump lol #they really only shot her from the neck up #so absolutely stunning as per usual ugh she's so beautiful #anywho hello height difference my old friend #i love you so #mine

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linkito · 11 days

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the people have spoken—

would you believe it?? hhau scarian and they’re smiling? and in a warm bed? it’s more likely than you’d think!!

i’m sure nothing goes horribly wrong later

#but they can have this lovely moment #scarian #hermitshipping #hhau #my art #we have a whole elaborate timeline at this point #this is months and months into it #also if you spot that bite mark on Grian’s neck no you don’t #😇

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mustlovewillgrahamsdogs · 3 months

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obviously i hate mason verger with the fire of a thousand suns but i alsoooooo love anything that can provoke an honest reaction out of hannibal. and his face here is fucken PRICELESS!

bro was big mad!! not even trying to hide it!

honorable mention to mason immediately following up with "what game of chicken are you and the sperm donor playing, dr lecter? 👀" because WOW what a landmine of a question. that is really the overarching theme, isn't it?? prepare yourself for my thesis, mason!

#hannibal deserves an award for not killing him on the spot #i know he was struggling #and calling will by the nickname sperm donor will always be hilarious to me #i do kinda wish the drug induced face eating/neck snapping killed him tho #but then we wouldn't have digestivo #so whatever #he can live for now i guess #nbc hannibal #will graham #hannigram #hannibal #tome wan #mason verger

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plush-rabbit · 10 months

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The Spot Headcanons

Request: I have no idea if you take requests or anything but like ... spot with an s/o who chews on him. Nothing nsfw or suggestive or anything. I think they'd just wanna chew on him like . Some kind of stick. (Btw i 💞💞💞 ur writing so BADDDDD)

A/N: I did a quick glance and I thought you were calling my writing bad and im like, then why are you hereಥ_ಥ (there’s a quick mention about sex, but its not like graphic)

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In all his time that he’s known you, he’s always known that you had some oral fixation. There were times that you tried to hide it from Johnathan, but it was never successful. You’d chew on popsicle sticks until they were splintered and frayed, you bite on toothpicks until you’d spit out the thin lines of wood, and only once you grew comfortable around him, you’d bite on your knuckles. If he were to be honest, he was worried you’d break your skin, so he started to carry bandages in his pocket.

However, you never broke skin. You’d chew lightly, your teeth marks dented into your skin, over your knuckles and on the webbed part of your hand, chewed on the side of your finger. Further into the relationship, you start to chew without trying to hide it from him. He’d watch as you bite on a popsicle stick, bitten between your molars and grinded until it pared in the middle, and you’d hold his hand. You’d massage it, your jaw tight as you press into his palm and squeeze onto his fingers. With wood acting as a poor replacement for flesh, you’d satisfy your desire by holding his hand.

Splinters are on your tongue and drool lays a pool into your mouth as you focus on his hands and wrists, running the pad of your index finger over his veins, pinching over the flesh of his knuckles and the meaty part of his palm. It’s obvious to anyone watching that you want to bite him, but are too afraid to ask. He has his own quirks that you’ve satisfied without complaint, and he’s sure that he’s made it clear that you can ask him anything, and yet, you don’t. Your tongue is splintered, and his hand is massaged, and he lays on your chest. A part of him wonders if his flesh is not to your desire, if his fingers are too calloused for your liking. He can only hold his breath when you kiss his palm. Your breath is warm, and your lips are soft, you hold him gently, running your lips from the center, up towards a finger, and he hopes that you bite him, that you mark him and dent his skin with your canines.

Of course, he has tried to get you sensory toys due to not wanting you to get splinters on your tongue, they never worked the same. The toys would work for a while, and it was apparent that you tried to enjoy them, grinding your teeth into them, and trying to tear it apart, but he could tell that you’d only grow frustrated. As you would chew and chew, by the end of it, spit had coated the toy and dripped onto your hand. It wasn’t the most sanitary, especially when you made it a point to try to tear apart the toy, and it would lay wrapped clean in a napkin until the next use. It was fairly common that you would end up losing them, and by the time you found them, no amount of soap and water had deemed the toys clean.

The only time that you’d actually bruise his skin is when the two of you are intimate. You’d bite his shoulder, sink your teeth in and pull him closer when he hisses at the contact. He had no idea someone could bite so gentle and harsh at the same time. You lap at the wound, kissing it, pressing your lips softly as if to ease the sting. And again, you bite, scratching at his back, knitting your hands into his hair, and breathing heavily. When he stares at himself in the mirror, he lets his hands linger when your teeth have tattooed themselves. His fingertips ghost over the inflamed skin, and he swears that he can feel the dentations, and the skin burns, and he can’t stop tracing where you’ve kissed him.

If you won’t bite him unless there’s intimacy involved, then he’ll make it known that it’s okay to chew on him. He’d cover your mouth with his hand, his index over your mouth, and the rest of his hand cradling your chin. He’d feel your heated breaths pant over his index, and he’d stare into your eyes, the void of the black hole that is him staring into your shining eyes reflecting his image. Neither of you dare to break eye contact for a moment- he wants to see if you’d actually bite him. You’re the one to break eye contact, your eyes darting down to his finger, and back to him and he nods, unable to breathe as he can feel the skin of your teeth drag over the side of his finger and feel the thin of it bite down. His breath catches in his throat, and his spots widen and contract as the feeling of your teeth squeezing down.

You smile with your teeth bared, and he realizes just how much he wants you to bite him. He wants you to etch yourself onto his skin, to know that you find him worthy of being torn and mawed by you. You comment on the different texture that he has compared to you. How he feels different, and when insecurity makes him anxious, you ask if it’s really okay for you to bite him. And when he tells you yes, you hold onto his arm, your breath soft and fanning over him as you bite and bite, pressing a kiss over each mark.

If he’s not in close proximity towards you- which is rare- he will use a spot to put his hand through, letting you bite onto him. It’s almost frightening how addicted he became to you biting him, how he likes the feeling of your maw threatening to tear and rip his flesh. In the soft kisses that follow, where you flutter your lips over his hand and arm, and over his neck and shoulder, you tell him thank you, and your hands have gone untouched, splinters no longer poke your tongue.

In return for letting you bite him, he likes to rest his head on your chest and feel you scratch his back. He’ll always tell you that there’s no need to repay him- he enjoys your biting habits as much as you do- but he can’t complain when he’s allowed to just rest on you. He’ll put his full weight on you, and stretch over you, humming when your nails pull down on his back, and nearly asleep by the time your hand has cramped. He’ll nuzzle further into your chest when you scratch at the top of his head, letting out a noise of content.

What will and his spots and the chewing that you allow, you’ve started to try different nicknames. Johnathan and any variations of it were always welcomed and when you called him Spot, you always said it so lovingly that it never struck the kind of intimidation that he was going for. At one point, you tried calling him “Swiss”- “like swiss cheese, ‘cause you’re so holey and chewy,” you joked. He still doesn't know how he feels about the nickname, but the more you called him that despite the obvious grumbling, the more he became almost fond of it. He isn’t sure how much he likes being compared to a piece of food, but you always smile at the name, and he can’t ruin your smile.

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guardian-angle22 · 1 year

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TK/Carlos + Touch

↳ 4.16 A House Divided

#911 lone star #911 lone star spoilers #911lsedit #tarlos #tk/carlos + touch #tk strand #carlos reyes #hand holding my beloved #i love so much about this #but the hand holding is number 1 #number 2 is carlos always finding that spot in tk's neck no matter the circumstances #my gifs #episode: s04e16 a house divided

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lady-of-lyon · 6 days

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I have a headcannon about Kai’s stupid eternal bandage

No further questions your honor

#ok maybe i will explain a bit #like there’s one random spot on my neck that bothers me when I’m stressed put #so idk maybe the fire ninja has a spot like that lol #lladyart #ninjago #kai smith #ninjago kai #shitpost #kai is hard 2 draw aaaaaaaaah

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joeythefrog · 2 months

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I see your ADHD Race, your ODC Davey, your autistic Albert. And I raise you OCD Race.

Due to misrepresentation and the stereotypes of OCD I haven't seen this ever, but I need to.

Race who always needs things to be even, who used to have concerning fits of 'violence' as a kid where he would slam himself again walls, kick things, punch stuff until both sides of his body felt even. Who had to go to hospital with a broken nose because he just had to keep punching it.

Race who has rules revolving around keeping people safe (OCD is having a bad scary thought and doing an action to make it go away as a base summary) and cries whenever Jack pulls him away from drumming his fingers against the table or running laps around the room because he's being annoying or scaring people and screaming that he doesn't want everyone to get sick and die

Race who swings like a pendulum between thinking that he's insane and being convinced that everyone thinks this way -he's the one who can't take it and struggles

Race who doesn't give a shit about how clean his room is and is very rarely afraid of dirty things because that isn't what OCD is

Race who lies in his bed for hours in the morning and bawls because he wants to get up but he can't because he wants his friends to live

bonus points for Dasher crawling in with him and Race holding his son close as he sobs because he is so breakable he can't risk it

Race who only ran because when he was walking anywhere he would get the thought that something was chasing him or that the world was ending and he wouldn't be safe until he got home and was able to stop.

Race who got his name because of it because he was running through manhattan as fast as he could because he wanted to be safe but the world was ending

#racetrack higgins #newsies #if I see another 'oh Davey has OCD because he likes to colour code things and he likes things to be clean' I will snap someones neck #jack kelly #david jacobs #spot gets picked up and thrown over Races shoulder when he needs to run away and wants Spot to be safe #spot newsies #spot conlon #sprace #dasher (newsies)

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amiharana · 9 months

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just so obsessed with the idea of revali silently loving link and pining so much for him, but holding back because he's already created this facade that he despises link, because zelda and mipha already loved him first, because why would link ever choose him? so revali keeps it all inside and tries to display his bitterness at unreciprocated love as jealousy and arrogance at the imbalance of their roles, and tries desperately to fall out of love with link.

but it's as though the little hylian won't let him.

link, who practically insists on staying by revali during battle, who stares at revali with that wide blue-eyed gaze, who naps peacefully with his head in revali's lap when they're alone. and revali should be ecstatic at how close they are, but it hurts more than anything. this isn't fair to him, to be so tantalizingly close to link but to never be able to have him more than this. it's so suffocating, revali doesn't think he can stand to do this any longer, or else it might kill him.

but he continues to let link do whatever he pleases; silently tagging along after revali to the archery range, sitting beside him at mealtimes and letting him sneak more bites from revali's plate as though revali doesn't see him, even going as far as to let link sleep with him in his hammock after what revali assumed to have been a very bad nightmare. no one says a single word when revali and link arrive late to breakfast, with link clinging sleepily to revali's wing and revali looking strangely peaceful.

try as he might (he's not trying at all), revali can't say no to link (and neither does he want to), so he supposes he might as well endure this suffering a little longer.

"why do you let me do all this?" link whispers to him once, in the dead of the night, wrapped around revali in his hammock. and revali is silent for a moment, trying to come up with some sort of answer that could defend his actions. but he can't.

"i don't know," he says simply. he can't tell link the truth.

"does it bother you?"

"do you think you'd still be in my bed practically choking me to death with how tightly you're wrapped around me if it did?" revali winces at how biting his words are, but link just hums and snuggles deeper into revali's neck. he doesn't stop link.

"if it bothered you, you'd tell me, right?" the little hylian murmurs.

revali thinks about it for a moment. and he decides, no, i wouldn't. if you wished to be warm, i'd let you use my body as fuel for a campfire.

"go to sleep," he says aloud instead, softly, gently. he couldn't tell link that either, and he probably never would be able to. he wouldn't ever have the chance. "we have battles to prepare for in the morning."

revali wraps his wings snug around the blond, and link practically purrs in content, dozing off immediately into the warmth. like this, the rito almost smiles. if burning himself alive was the only way to have link, even for just a moment that couldn't always be guaranteed, then revali would just have to make sure he stayed alight; to be the bonfire keeping link warm throughout the night.