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loveindefinitely · 5 months
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writing kiss scenes is arguably harder than sex scenes because i've kissed a lot of diff people and yet. like. it's sm harder to describe than sex to me because it's more intimate in a way? idk how to explain it but it's just harder to separate techniques and stuff gawd. ESPECIALLY when its multiple diff partners in one scene.
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moncuries · 5 months
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guess what i watched on new years (a redraw kind of)
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stuckinapril · 4 months
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Honestly the cliche advice is true. If you fill your life w things you’re passionate about, if you challenge yourself every day, if you give your own opinion of yourself more weight than you do other people’s opinions of you, you will actually thrive. Like no one can tell u anything
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luthienne · 1 year
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a single exclamation mark looks so lonely at the end of a thought i have to give it a friend
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lotus-pear · 4 months
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it doesn't matter how babygirl ur fav man is, he will ALWAYS be ten times sexier as a woman
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kxsalt · 25 days
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“That’s my girl.” A figure of speech, a gesture of support.
“Thanks, dad~” A slip of the tongue, an innocent mistake.
Embarrassed by your faux pas, we laugh it off. It’s a running joke, now. It runs away with us. “Go get 'em, kiddo.” “I will, dad!” Neither of us are kidding. It feels too natural. I use my wisdom to help and care for you. You use your energy to inspire and charge me. It feels icky. Icky doesn’t feel bad.
You’re too nervous to take the next step. I take the lead: “Let dad take care of that.” “Here’s a cute gift for you.” “You can sit on my lap, it’s fine.” Your role is enthusiastic follower: “Thanks, dad!” “Dad, can we…?” “Daddy, I want…”
“Bedtime, kiddo. You had a big day.” You oblige. I follow you to your bedroom. You sit on your bed. I take the lead again.
A deep kiss, and a firm hand on your thigh. I can feel you push away from me. Such a big age gap, what will people think? I can feel you grind your pussy into my hand. We need this.
I grope your young body, so soft and pliant. Girls my age aren’t like that. I lick your sweet, bare pussy. Boys your age don’t do that.
A finger in your princess parts, then two. More kissing, with the tongue that calls me dad. We drop the act of being friends making a silly joke. We’re honest for once.
“…Daddy’s little girl...”
“…I wanna be a good kid…”
My thick cock pushes into your needy pussy. I can control myself, for now. You’re soaking wet, but still need to be stretched out. I’m experienced, I know when to be gentle. I know when to be rough, too. I slowly fuck you while I wait for my cue.
“I can take it, daddy~”
Now. I drive my cock deep inside of you and growl as I enjoy my little girl. Your inexperienced body doesn’t know restraint. Rubbing your clit as I fuck you into the mattress, your young pussy gets even tighter when you cum.
“Icky little girl, cumming on her dad’s cock.”
All you can do is beg and nod. I feel your nails bite my back and your breath touch my ear. We’ve waited to long for this, we enjoy every moment. Fucking my beautiful little girl, I cum deep in you.
Your head against my chest; listening to my beating heart. What will people say when they see us together? Who cares. I run my fingers through your hair, your hand rubs my cheek.
“That’s my girl.”
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synthsays · 29 days
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Chamber of Reflection - Mac DeMarco
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katnficer · 7 months
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day 15: dagger
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quirkle2 · 2 months
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a labor of love about milk. there are other things too i guess
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kxsalt · 14 days
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How do you know your Daddy loves you?
Daddy loves you because he dresses you up in cute outfits. 💃
Daddy loves you because he kisses you with tongue. 😜
Daddy loves you because he put his fingers in your mouth when you talk too much.🤫
Daddy loves you because he puts his fingers in your bum when you think too much. 🍑
Daddy loves you because he inspects your holes every time he sees you, to make sure you haven’t been a slut for anyone else. 🔍
Daddy loves you because he always takes videos of you. 🎥
Daddy loves you because he uses you for cockwarming when you cuddle. 🥵
Daddy loves you because he smacks your bum for fun. 🤩
Daddy loves you because he slaps your face when you’re naughty. 😈
Daddy loves you because he pulls hard on your daddy handles. 🥰
Daddy loves you because he squeezes on your neck until you feel sleepy. 😴
Daddy loves you because he wakes you up with his cock in you. 🌤️
Daddy loves you because he bounces you on his dick while icky people are watching. 🥺
Daddy loves you because he makes you crawl on the floor for him. 😻
Daddy loves you because he puts stuffies and blankets in your cage. 🧸
Daddy loves you because he doesn’t stop when you ask him to.✨💖💞
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sunsestart · 4 months
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I have no computer rn so how do you guys feel about traditional art? Here's Chara my little angel
Also some little Asriel and Flowey
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werewoofzz · 4 months
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havent drawn this guy since like 5th grade hes come back once again
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art-creature · 11 months
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Scrap paper zine / sketchbook thing - flip-through video here !
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slavhew · 1 month
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charmed, i'm sure
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kxsalt · 7 days
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Your favorite class, your favorite teacher. While all the other students look out the window at the sunny skies, your eyes are trained on the front of the classroom. Your teacher’s hot body visible through the thin white shirt he wore to beat the heat. The breeze kisses your naked pussy under your skirt. Doe eyes glaze over, drifting in and out of listening to his instructions. You feel your mind fall deeper into a trance with each word and gesture.
He walks down the rows of desks, stopping to lean over yours and inspect your work. To look down your shirt. He continues to lecture the class, one hand sliding inside your open top to cup your braless breast. Thumb and finger pinch on your nipple. Waves of pleasure waft through your body from the simple handling. Even in the sticky early summer heat, you crave his touch.
Pulling up your skirt, pushing open your legs. Your wet, needy pussy is in full view of him, now. Standing behind you, he fondles your sensitive tits. He rubs your thighs, then your clit. None of the other students notice, they must be too busy daydreaming. Tilting your head up to flash your bright eyes, his lips meet yours in a French kiss.
Rolling his tongue around yours, two fingers slip into your cunt. He breaks from the kiss and spits a long strand into your open, begging mouth. You keep your lips parted, tongue out - showing him his spit, showing him your submission. He pushes your face into your desk, lifts up your hips, and uses his powerful hands to finger-fuck your bent over body.
Shirt pulled open, skirt folded overtop of your stomach. Everyone must be so jealous. He straightens up and pushes his hard cock into your tight young pussy. Your teacher’s long-winded explanation of the coursework continues, but sounds so far away. All you can hear is the wet smack of his hips driving into your bum. You keep your mouth open like a good girl, like a good slut. It’s so hard to keep his spit in your mouth, it runs down your chin. It’s so shameful how good it feels.
“Fuck me harder, sir.” You mumble. “Fuck my little pussy.” His lecture becomes more incoherent as he starts to cum inside you, his fierce fucking drowns out his speech. “Fuck me like a whore.” Your face is wet from his spit. He tries to talk as he finishes, an unintelligible mess. “What’s that, daddy?” Your cum drunk brain tries to understand, tries to obey.
“I said wake up.”
You jolt upright. Strands of your drool run from your agape mouth to the pool on your desk. Your classmates snicker as he stands in front of your desk. Thighs soaked in your pussy juice, you look up at him with a dumbfounded expression. The girl next to you laughs as she asks her friend if they heard what you said. Your teacher looks disappointed.
“Falling asleep again? You’ll have to stay after class…”
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daemyrarule · 2 years
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Daemon Targaryen and Rhaenyra Targaryen holding hands through the years
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