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superbudsie · 5 months

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I just went through someone's entire tumblr account because they make amazing Good Omens art and I just couldn't stop

@hg-aneh I am so sorry

#good omens #please i'm so sorry #forgib me #FORGIVE MEEEE #hella gay

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sleephearts · 1 year

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HIII NEW MOOTIEE !! came to stop by and say ur themes really pretty < 3

ZEN!!! smiffs so so sry 4 da late reply,,, tis so so nice 2 meet u as well ! i hope ur having a wonderful day ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ n i luv ur theme sm as well, its so calming n classy huehue

#FORGIB ME #i do wanna make friemds on here i rly rly do #but i got da brain of a literal snail shes got zero memory....#once again v v nice 2 meet u i hope we can talk more often in da future <3 #㊓ — mail

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tojisun · 2 days

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beast simon preparing you for days so you can take in his knot. he clicks his tongue when you get whiny and desperate, and grabs you by your jaw because you’re not being obedient; because you insist that you can take all of him already when he can barely fit four of his fingers in you. you always end up squirming, legs shutting close as you cum, splintered moans scratching from your ragged throat. but you’re too overstimulated already, so wrung dry, and you feel like your cunt’s been stretched out enough. you say this to simon and all he does is pull your face close to his, his gaze intense, before grunting out, “next time i hear y’whine, my knot’s goin’ down y’r throat instead.” that shouldn’t have made you wetter than you are already—

#ive been awake for 28 hrs i can taste colours now i think so pls forgibe me for this #not wolf knot only brw !! thinking about demons witn knots. thinking about abyss creatues with knots #heavy on the demon simon hhhhdjdnnn #hes a high ranki ng general like baal or smthn #who got attached to a human or smthn #sun rambles #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #afab reader

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lunefrog · 2 years

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not the tree people fetish post 😭😭😭

listen i KNOW its a fetish post i just thought that the tree person imagery was relevant 😭😭

#lune croaks #frog answers #forgib me

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bowrain1414 · 5 months

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happy belated birthday captain

#IM SO SORRY POOKIE IM SO LATE #FORGIB ME YAYA #SOB #you damn blueberry #kaeya #genshin impact #art #my art #bowrain1414

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caycanteven · 9 months

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Him. The legend himself.

Rex is hot as fuck, all I gotta say. Anyway thank you sweet moot fren @tenderribcage for lettin' me go ham sobbing uncontrollably

also sorry for double ping, i fucked up the first time, was staring too hard at the skeleton.... QvQ

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5blight · 1 year

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bunch of nords :)

#the elder scrolls #tes #eso #sorta #nord #soahki #and her kids!!!!! :))))#anton #brenhir #obsessed w them rn…. forgibe me.#myart

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koostarcandy · 2 years

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Could I request welcome home kisses with Jungkook, or whoever you feeling inspired to write about! 💜

so, give me all your kisses

pairing: jungkook x chef!reader

summary: after one long, tiring month, all jungkook craves is his lover's kisses.

genre: fluff

wc: 1.4k

a/n: thanks for the request! hope it was upto your expectations ^^ if you ever find yourself requesting smth you like, please make sure to follow the guidelines!

it's been an excruciating wait.

jungkook swears the video calls and photos you send from the land of love itself doesn't do justice to your beauty. you never fail to send updates about your work, sending him random snaps of kittens and puppies in paris. he sleeps with your pillow close to his chest, counting and striking off the days on his calendar till you're in his arms.

it's been 3 weeks, 5 days and 8 hours since you've left his side, if he can recall correctly. you laugh teasingly at his math, questioning if it's right. he'll take anything you give him, even if it's blurry pictures of the eiffel tower or pixelated video calls with your pretty face.

"just 2 more days then you're here, right baby?"

"yes, koo. for the millionth time, yes. i promise i'm not changing my schedule, okay?"

jungkook pouts, slightly miffed that he can't see your face before he sleeps. "are you sure you can't switch to video call for a few seconds?" he can hear you sigh sadly, "when i get back, you can look at me all you want, my love."

he mimics your sigh and wishes you a good day at work, suddenly declaring he'll love you for the rest of his life if you bring back souvenirs. you chuckle, saying that you weren't planning on coming back if there weren't plenty of gifts to give him. he hangs up after whispered confessions of love between the both of you, sending the sweetest of "mwah's!" your way.

putting his phone on the bedside table, he rolls over to your side, burying his face deep in your pillow. it's lost your distinct scent of jasmine and cinnamon sugar but he tries reviving it with the weekly laundry washes which you claim to love the smell of. he thinks you know him all too well, promising that the pillow mist you bought him will work just fine in your absence.

groaning at his lack of will to sleep, he grabs the small silver bottle of pillow mist ("its smell reminds me of the time we went to that botanical garden, koo. it's a happy memory, so isn't it best to fall asleep happy?") and sprays the required amount on your pillow, head falling back and eyes immediately closing, the scent pleasing to his sensitive nose.

he smiles instinctively of your time in the garden, the pictures he took you posing with the millions of flowers there playing like a movie in his head. it was the last date you both had before you left for your work trip. jungkook was, after all, the one who urged you take up the workshop at this famed restaurant, claiming it would help you in your future as the greatest chef he'll ever know.

he falls asleep to the thought of you and your nimble hands making him the best food he's ever had, the same hands handing him flowers at your date and the hands which hold him close and safe at night.

"i'm coming, i'm coming! it's 5.45 in the morning, for goodness' sake!"

jungkook groans at the sound of the incessant ring of the doorbell, regretting his decision of ever installing one. all his hyungs know the pass lock to his door and he knows it isn't you because you're the one who made it. if it was the staff, they would've called him. he fixes his hair and rubs his eyes off the sleepiness, internally calming himself before he opens the door.

"excuse me but you can't ring the doorbell like this at-"

"good morning, koo!"

all of a sudden, sleep's tight hold on him has vanished. your crescent eyes and face half covered by the plushie you showed him as your sleeping companion (who he was very jealous but that's not the point) is infront of him, very much real, not blurry and not pixelated.

he flings the plushie off, hands cupping your face. if there's tears in your eyes, you both don't say a thing, instead beaming at each other with sparkly eyes.

"hello, my love," jungkook whispers shakily, trembling lips falling on yours. his hands fall to your waist, gripping you tightly. you're still in your work clothes, smelling of cheese and bread. your hands, which he dreamt of so vividly, are on his arms, quivering fingers gripping the long shirt he wore to bed.

he can hear the clear sound of glass bottles clinking against each other, probably the wine you spoke of so fondly. he doesn't care about the potential mess it may create and in all honesty, who would? he's got his favourite person in his arms, his favourite smell back in his nostrils and his favourite smile on his lips.

"you promised you wouldn't change your schedule," jungkook mumbles into the kiss, hands reaching behind you to shut the door and lean you against it. "but this is a good change, yes baby?" good would be an understatement. his feet stamp on something soft which startles jungkook just abit. he looks down at the culprit, picking it up, "ah, you," glancing back and forth at the plushie and your smiley face, flinging it off again to god knows where.

"hey! that was unbelievably expensive, you know."

"why get that when you can have the real thing, baby?"

you giggle and laugh happily, when he picks you up and spins you around, practically zooming to your shared bedroom. he places you gently on your side, hands below your head so it's laid on the pillow. your smile beams up at him, arms reaching up for him. he promptly falls on you, his limbs getting tangled with yours like it's muscle memory.

you stroke his hair just like how he likes it, the steady but slow rays from outside making it seem like there's an angel on you. "was the flight too early? you must've been so tired," jungkook says, face propped on your chest and hands untucking your shirt. you shrug and boop his nose, smiling when he scrunches it up, "i left after the last class and grabbed all the wine available at the duty free and i slept through the whole time so, no koo, i'm not that tired," you giggle amusedly.

"good. now tell me all about it!"

jungkook holds the tall bottle of wine away from him, face contouring into one of thought.

"this must be from france, am i right or- ah, it's rome, hehe"

you shake your head in amusement and spread the garlic confit on the crisp toast, "let's have breakkie, koo, we've been up too long without food."

he all but rushes to the kitchen/dining area, eyes sparkling at the sight of the food. "thank you for the food," he says in perfect fashion, teeth peeking out to have a bite. his eyebrows furrow in delight, much to your mirth. "eat up all you want, darling," you encourage, humming in delight at your simple breakfast.

jungkook brushes his fingers off of crumbs, doe eyes on you as your tales of the city of love is said from your point of view. he always wondered what he missed when you were gone, always having your pictures and videos a few clicks away. as you ramble on about some sauce and how you finally mastered on how to get it creamy, he finally gets it.

it was you.

you and your never ending chatter of your first love, food and the way your eyes light up when the topic falls on it. your expressive gestures and your gleeful laughter, which never fails to make his day. you in his clothes, a simple oversized white tshirt. you in your shared dining table, talking to him.

he doesn't waste any time to get closer to you, not caring one bit if you complain of him almost spilling your juice. he tilts your chin up so he can get his lips on yours, hand on your neck and tattooed hand curled around your waist. he vows to never let you go anywhere without him ever again, be it for work or for leisure.

you don't question him nor complain, instead wrapping your arms around him, pulling him impossibly closer. he pulls away first, combing your hair out of your face and smiling at your blissed out expression.

"let's invite our friends for dinner tonight," you suggest, "i want to show them all what i learned there."

jungkook nods, never turning down an opportunity to be proud of you. "what do we start with first?"

"well, obviously, hors d'oeuvres-"

"what did you just call me?!"

you roll your eyes at his lame albeit childish joke, smile threatening to break from your lips. he giggles at his own joke, hugging you from the back when you walk away from him. he promises to listen and learn from you, only if you give him your infamous kisses as a reward.

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria ; @taegisms ; @cherishoshi

#jungkook #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #bts x reader #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts fic #bts fluff #i wrote this very quickly #so if it seems rushed #it js okay pls forgib me #okay thanks mwah ily bye

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shibaraki · 1 year

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SOFT INTERLUDE ┊ TODOROKI TOUYA

tags: AFAB GN reader (called ‘angel’ once), NSFT, established relationship, fluff and smut, bath sex, vaginal fingering (mostly clit stimulation; reader receiving), heavy petting, quirk use

wc: 1.4k

“Oi! Where are you?”

Touya’s voice carries through your apartment with an urgency that startles you. Water sloshes loudly against the tub as you sit up straight, blinking away the lavender induced haze.

“I’m in here,” you call back to him. Your ears prick up at the sound of hasty footfalls, stare fixated on the slight crack in the door where it had been left ajar. A cold draft seeps into the bathroom as it widens and Touya pushes his way in.

Taller from where you’re sitting, though hardly reaching the crest of the doorframe, Touya pauses to skim over your naked form—once for signs of hurt or injury and the second, you suspect, for the sake of appreciation. He looks comfortable. A large white t-shirt drapes easily off his shoulders, the collar dipping to expose his clavicle and naturally following the old sutured scars.

His charcoal sweatpants are more fitted. The cuffs stop just above his ankle. You know he struggles to find pants that accommodate his measurements—he’s all limbs. Lower, you catch sight of socked feet, the left one solid red while the right is patterned with snowflakes.

“I didn’t hear you come in,” you say, crossing your arms over your bare chest to rub at the gooseflesh. “Close that, will you?”

“Your front door was unlocked,” he glares, shutting out the draft with a careful kick. “What if a random dickhead tried to break in?”

You snort and look him up and down, “Aside from the one infront of me, you mean?”

The tendons in his throat flex as he grits his teeth. A frisson of anticipation settles in the back of your spine when he moves closer, dragging the nearby stool across the tile with his foot and sitting beside you.

Magnetised, your body is turned at an angle as you lean toward him. His forearms rest on the lip of the bathtub and the frustration in his expression wanes with a quiet laugh when you rest your cheek against them. Peering up through damp lashes, he cups your jaw and draws you into a kiss.

Warm, his tongue dips along the seam of your mouth. His bottom lip is rough, not that you’ve ever minded. You coax him in, deepening, swallowing your name when he groans. It tastes like home.

“Missed you,” you mumble. Touya kisses you again, this time he’s smiling, and you know him well enough to hear the ‘I missed you too’.

“Sorry. S’been a busy fucking week,” he says. Your head tips back as he noses over the swell of your cheek, forging a path to your throat. A soft peck to your pulse point. “Work been alright?”

“You would know if you ever answered my texts”.

“I answer!”

“Cat pictures don’t count,” you laugh into the crook of his arm where he holds you like a cradle, wet skin saturating his shirt sleeve. “Neither do videos of your dick”.

“Makes you forgive me quicker though,” the bath is colder, but when you shiver it is at the flash of his wolfish grin, gaze all too knowing and incendiary as he sees right through you. “Let me”.

Touya reaches. The surface breaks, a soft sound echoing as his hand slips into the water. You feel it in the next breath—his quirk. Heat emanates from his palm, syrupy and slow as it suffuses and fills the tub. Gradual, subtle turns of his wrist, encouraging circulation, warming you inside and out.

A moan slips past your lips and you sink deeper until you’re swaddled to the shoulders, and his fingertips are brushing the inside of your thigh. They’re hot, twitching at the contact, and then purposeful as he begins to knead the muscle.

“Feel good?” he murmurs, voice low enough that it barely disturbs the quiet. You hear it like cymbals crashing, and his touch moves higher. Tension wrung from your body, you’ve no inhibitions to conceal your reactions, and he gets to marvel in just how honest they are.

The water moves, ripples between your legs. Your knees fall further, now braced either side of the tub, and suddenly you are an open book without a spine. “Touya,” his name comes on the end of an exhale. What was meant to be a warning is heard as a plea, and he presses his fingers to your clit as though that was all he needed to hear.

He hums a contented little note. “I won’t even ask you to say please,” and the gentle circular motion begins, pressure light. Touya strokes around your clit, starting small and tight, widening with each pass.

Arousal pools in your belly, spreads, seeking to fill every bit of you. It prickles at the nape of your neck, pushes the air from your lungs as his tentative fingers slide through your folds and spread, deliberately teasing.

Intertwined lavender and smoke pervades the air, condensation clinging to the tiles. You grasp his wrist, the scarred skin rough and pruning. Watching through half lidded eyes, you shudder at the loving hunger in his own, lips parted for heavy breath.

“Sensitive?” he wonders aloud, tongue sliding over his canine tooth. You whine as he plays with your entrance, barely dipping in, his fingertip crooked in a relaxed come hither movement. Hips chasing the feeling, you roll up against the heel of his hand and water laps up the bath's edge. He cups you full. “Look at you, all desperate. So fuckin’ cute”.

Touya indulges. Squeezes, retreats, smooths over your soft stomach to your breasts where they perk above the surface and back. In turn, you’re kept there; in a fractured kaleidoscope of pleasure and frustration.

Your thighs press together to relieve the ache. The bath oils leave you silken, and the dulled friction isn’t enough. “Hurry up or I’ll make myself cum,” you complain, voice airy with no real threat behind it. He kisses his teeth.

“Let me have my fun,” you hiss as he pinches your nipple, massaging over the sting with his thumb. “It’s not like I can fuck you like this. You’ve put too much… smelly shit in here”.

You concede, albeit with a pout, “That smelly shit helps me relax”.

Touya bends, hiding his fond smirk in the corner of your mouth. “Yeah, yeah, I get it. I’ll help too,” he nips at your puckered lip, coaxing you into another deep kiss. Dazed from the heat, the fervent touch, the slide of his tongue across your teeth, you’re barely cognisant of the hand settling back between your legs.

You pulse at the first stroke. Touya’s arm settles around your shoulders to support your weight as you sink into him. Your hips jump. Two fingers brush against your clit, then again, back and forth as your arousal swells.

This time you let him play, build the bridge as he pleases, drawing out the crescendo. Your breasts heave as the feeling swells. Gradually, the pressure behind his fingers grows in harmony with his rhythm. The tension in your body follows closely behind; abdomen clenched, trembling thighs clamped either side of his forearm, toes curled as your hips start to stutter.

“Touya,” you gasp, brows drawn taut as your face pinches. The bath water rocks up and down the tub, tipping over the side. “Touya. Fuck, I’m—I’m close”.

“Yeah. That’s it, angel,” he dips, lips brushing the shell of your ear as they shape around his words. His voice is rough and wanting, erring on a growl, almost like he was just as desperate as you. “Let me see you cum”.

It’s always a little more intense when he strings you along. You crest. Searing, the tight coil in your belly releases, and you cling to him as the pleasure pulses through you in waves. He wraps around you, keeping you tethered, gently rubbing your clit in alternating motions until you whine at the sensitivity.

He hums in amusement, and the sound settles around your shoulders. The water is hot again. There’s steam dancing on the water's surface in broad, svelte movements.

Touya kisses your temple as he withdraws his hand from between your legs. You can’t find it in yourself to complain when he cups your cheek, stroking his wet thumb in an arc beneath your eye. “Better?” he simpers, tilting his head to meet your lidded gaze. “Am I forgiven?”

Fatigue is starting to wear at your bones. You inhale deeply, wearing a satiated smile, though noticeably empty.

“Bed first. Then we’ll see about forgiveness”.

#dabi x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki touya x reader #mha x reader #this is unedited (forgib me too)

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osachiyo · 3 months

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not someone calling me ungrateful for saying my requests are closed.. what is this app on GOODBYE