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chocosnowflake0 · 4 months
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feedin' time w/leader and the creepy ass leader's right hand
posting both versions cause i feel like both look good enough
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indominusalex · 1 year
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Happy 30th anniversary of Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy meeting on Batman: The Animated Series. (January 18, 1993)
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kokonoihell · 2 months
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whenever megan raps about "he's a sweetie, kiss it when he eat it" all I can imagine is xavier 🤭🤭
oooh he's so cute
tries not to show it at first, just how excited and honoured he is that you're letting him eat you out, that you're trusting him so much, especially with your pleasure. but his red ears and heavy breathing give it all away. he nuzzles against your face as you make out, wanting to rile you up a little, to get you a little wet and excited already, knowing you need foreplay more than anything. (knowing him he's been going at it all day, and you welcomed his cutie advances with open arms) hugging you close, arms wrapped tightly around your body as he takes it all in again, feeling your body against his, he really can't believe it. gasps and shivers so deliciously when you suddenly begin nibbling at his neck, his most sensitive spot. when he flinches back he's met with the mischievous glint in your eyes and he can't even pretend to be upset, mirroring the same smile, shaking his head is joking disapproval.
would kiss his way down your body slowly, stopping to nibble and suck at the sensitive skin of your neck, gently rubbing his thumb against your waist. soft plush lips against your skin trailing down and rubbing against the outline of your nipple, poking up through the cotton material, and he softly encloses his mouth around it and moves his hands from your sides to your upper back, pressing it forward, closer to him, needing you closer. especially with your chest, he suddenly feels himself become so.... needy. lets your nipple go with a muffled pop when you run your fingers through his hair, petting it slowly, affectionately. he leans into it, as he always does, and closes his eyes in content. you dig your hands into his scalp slowly however, not enough to hurt, just to command. so you begin pushing his face down further, growing impatient. but xavier doesn't forget to press affectionate kisses against your tummy on his way down, moving his hands down to your lower back and secretly grows giddy at the way your back arches.
when you push your panties to the side, xavier holds them for you as well, blinking quickly at the sight that greets him, your pussy is already dripping wet, glistening with your juices. he glances between you and your folds, as if waiting for your approval. and you give it by ruffling his hair affectionately and sneaking down a hand to spread yourself open, inviting him in. he can't even hide his excited smile.
doesn't dive in, instead he approaches slowly, gently, carefully. licking an experimental stripe up between your folds, eyeing you and seeing what actions earn him the best reactions and sounds. learning as he goes. feels the way you are thoroughly soaked with the tip of his tongue, secretly flattered he could work you up so much, suddenly feeling desired and more confident. continues licking softly, slowly taking away your hand from having to spread yourself for him, guiding it up to his hair, gesturing for you to grab on tightly, as tight as you want to. he can take it.
nuzzles his face even closer, finding the little bud at the top and wrapping his soft lips around it, sucking it gently into his mouth. this has you grip his hair the hardest, pulling on it so much. your steady legs grow a little shaky as he sneaks one hand down to your entrance, inserting a finger, curling it against the spongy spot inside of you. being greeted by two loud and harsh slaps of your thighs right against his ear. you're trying to close your legs around his head, but he's obviously in the way, he unlatches from your swollen clit and takes a deep breath, even leaning sideways and pressing a kiss to each inner thigh. even nibbling slightly on the sensitive skin, mischievous side creeping out every now and then, but he quickly loses his train of thought when you tug on his hair harshly, pointing him right back up against your waiting pussy, and he giggles before pressing a kiss to your lips too, sweet gesture making you tug on his hair harder than before. he gasps against you, dipping his tongue back in again, moves growing more desperate with each minute that passes by, suddenly overcome with the need to make you finish on his tongue.
when you lock your legs around his head and make him wrap his arms around your thighs, he knows you're tipping right on the edge of your orgasm, frantic movements slowly halting, as if your body locked up. he does his best to not go any faster or slower, maintaining the same pace. he's being pushed deeper into your cunt, unable to let up. but he wouldn't have it any other way. doesn't even stop licking softly as he feels the splash against his lower face, determined to pleasure you in any way he can offer. takes it all, the squirming around, as if to get away from the pleasure, the grinding against his face harshly, chasing after the delicious feeling and the beautiful string of moans leaving you, soaking it all in to the best of his abilities. he'll remember this moment as long as he lives.
when your legs finally fall open in exhaustion, your grip on his hair lets up a little and your harsh moans slowly fade into deep breaths is he allowed to get up, removing his soaked face a little. not standing up until he's given your pussy one last sweet kiss.
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skitskatdacat63 · 8 months
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2009 Belgian Grand Prix - Kimi Räikönnen(ft. Giancarlo Fisichella & Sebastian Vettel)
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sparklecryptid · 3 months
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I had no patience for people policing other peoples ships before i went to library tech school and library tech school has make me a little bit pissy about the entire thing actually.
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pup-pee · 4 months
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i compiled every time tiny kyle changed costumes bc it was driving me insane
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a hc i've held for a long time is that, since kuusuke values his intelligence above pretty much all else, the idea of his memory, his ability to focus, his ability to multitask, etc. declining as a regular result of growing older + the possibility of losing his faculties due to a neurodegenerative disease like alzheimer's or parkinson's would be deeply terrifying, and perhaps repulsive to him, not least because he thinks it would """"lower"""" him further than the """"monkeys"""" he's surrounded by. and since these diseases are correlated with old age, that leads to a neurosis regarding aging. now, you might think that kuusuke would seek to abandon the biological body entirely due to how weak and prone to error it is, but the alternative would be to try and simulate his consciousness using electronics. and tbh for all that kuusuke brags about AI like kusuomega being "perfect," he doesn't actually believe any artificial intelligence could rival the perfection of his true mind. (Also, depending on how canon you consider psi-battle to be, he already tried making an AI of himself and it goes completely bonkers so. LOL.) Which is partially why we see his area of concentration skew to bioengineering, and why you end up with inventions like the vegeta tank; it's more of a happy (or unhappy?) coincidence that his grandmother is also obsessed with youth, albeit for different reasons. Kuusuke's perfect solution really is to set back the clock on himself indefinitely.
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skunkes · 4 months
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ok posting it here bc im not sure if its going to stay in the doodle page
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milkweedman · 5 months
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I made a spicy vegetable miso soup with lots of ginger to try and fix what ails me and honestly 10/10. Works every time
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tzarina-alexandra · 2 months
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How do you interpret Luke 13:22-30? As in, how do you take it anything Other than "only 1% ppl will be saved, at best, and even those who really want to go to heaven will not end up there no matter how much they plead"
I know this exact same parable is there in Matthew and Mark too but idk it's just phrased in a totally different way here (and I did struggle with Matthew and Mark too). How can Christians have assurance of salvation if many go through the gate but few fit and most will be told "I never knew you"? Isn't that s shuddering thought?
When I think about it rationally and not in a trigger response or whatever, I say yeah everybody who is in hell was there cause they rebelled against God. But even reading the Bible seems to contradict there and apparently there will be a lotttt of people down there who are like nooooooo I was so close to heaven nooooooo why am I down here nooooo.
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artsy-1diot · 7 months
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sisyphus sunday
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skenpiel · 6 months
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i filled a whole canvas with shitty little rose doodles te other day and this was the only one that came out even half decent LAWL. can u tell i lik e stylizing -_-
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tricks-tickles · 1 year
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Poke, Pinch
honestly i had no idea what i was doing for the title so i just titled it what it was in google docs (shrug)
thank you to -anonymous- for the request =]
word count: 2496
pairing: Lee!Todoroki/Ler!Midoriya
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It started with a poke.
After the sports festival, Midoriya and Todoroki had become tentatively closer, bordering on friends, in Todoroki's opinion. They didn’t hang out, per se, but they sat together at lunch and were an efficient team in Heroics. They got on surprisingly well, with Midoriya rambling on about heroes, or their school work, or whatever else was on his mind, and Todoroki listening attentively. Well, usually he was listening, but sometimes Midoriya would start to mumble and Todoroki’s attention would drift away from him, and onto whatever was gnawing at the back of his mind.
Today was particularly bad for this. Todoroki was preoccupied with the upcoming final exams, and it seemed Midoriya was affected too, his muttering taking on a more harried tone than usual. In fact, Todoroki didn’t even realize that he’d zoned out until a poke to his side drew him back. A completely innocent motion that, for reasons unbeknownst to Todoroki, sent a spark of electricity up his side, making him jump and flinch away. Midoriya blinked at him, hand still raised.
“Are you alright?” He asked, more bemused than concerned. 
“I’m… fine, sorry for zoning out. What were you saying?” He replied. Midoriya squinted at him, before launching back into the conversation.
It didn’t end there.
Heroics was an incredibly varied class. One week they’d be doing rescue simulations in the fake city of Ground Beta, then attempting stealth in the sprawling tunnels of Ground Gamma, or fighting robots with one hand tied behind their backs in the main gym. Each lesson was a new challenge, designed to prepare them for the eclectic life of a hero.
Today, they were put into pairs and given a small (fake) flash drive. The aim was to last five minutes in a fight, until their ‘backup’ arrived, without having the drive stolen by the other person. Todoroki had the good luck of being paired with Midoriya, who went first. He stashed the flash drive in one of the pockets of their P.E. uniforms, then fought on the defensive while Todoroki tried to pin him down to get the drive. Unfortunately, Midoriya was very slippery, and each time Todoroki managed to get him down he would twist so the drive was out of reach, forcing Todoroki to let him back up to try again. Eventually, just as Aizawa called out that there were 10 seconds remaining, he managed to unzip Midoriya’s pocket and finally retrieve the drive, which miraculously was still in one piece. 
Midoriya grinned, panting as he wiped his brow. “I almost had you.”
“Sure,” Todoroki said, clenching the drive in his hand. He’d seen how much trouble Midoriya had keeping his pockets away from Todoroki and decided to just hold on to the device until time was up. Aizawa gave them the go-ahead, and they went back into it. 
It was a tense few minutes. Midoriya kept his focus on Todoroki’s left hand while using his quirk to dodge the streams of ice bursting from his right one, always keeping right on his tail until there were 30 seconds remaining. Midoriya managed to pin him on his stomach and at this point he abandoned all strategy, solely focusing on keeping his hand tucked under him, far from Midoriya’s reach. Then, he felt something. A gentle pinch to his side, right under his ribs, made him gasp as the corners of his lips twitched upwards. Midoriya pinched him again, and this time his arm jolted to push him away. Each pinch caused his nerves to light up with alien sensations. Was this some weird aspect of Midoriya’s quirk he hadn’t noticed before? Either way, without realizing his hand had drifted into Midoriya’s reach, which he grabbed, prying Todoroki's fingers up and retrieving the drive in the last second. 
So, a draw, and a new weakness that Midoriya had discovered in him. Thankfully, it seemed to be limited to him only. 
Todoroki did not notice Yaoyorozu watching him curiously, from her own mat next to them.
Sometimes the exercises they did were team-building, but more often than not they were pitted against each other. Today in Heroics, they were to complete a sort of obstacle course, disguised as a sort of storage room in a warehouse. The class was put into ten pairs, where they would compete within each pair to see who could complete the course in the fastest time, by flipping a leaver at the end of the massive room. The course was split into five lanes, meaning half of the class would do the course, then the other half. Easy. The groups were random, with pairings like Uruaka with Aoyama, Midoriya with Bakugo (unlucky), and Todoroki with Yaoyorozu. 
There were no quirks allowed, which put them at roughly the same level, but Todoroki was confident in his ability to win the competition. They took their starting positions, then held still as they waited for Aizawa to give the word.
“Ready…” He drawled, 
“Set…” Todoroki tensed,
“Go.”
There was a flurry of movement, then the rest of his classmates vanished as they entered their lane. Todoroki took off, vaulting over a series of crates as they entered the thick of the course. Sliding under beams, climbing over debris, and swinging over massive pits. Todoroki internally scoffed, they hadn’t put much effort into making it seem like a realistic warehouse.
Throughout the race, Yaoyorozu had kept with him, till they were neck and neck at the finish. A great wall, with bump-outs to climb to the top (and a not-so-subtle mat at the bottom in case they fell). They both hit the wall at the same time, scaling to the top. Todoroki took the lead but soon realized that the wall didn’t go quite to the leaver. There was a gap, taller than him, but he likely could reach it if he stretched for it. So then it would be a case of winning through speed and height. He and Yaoyorozu were similar in height, but she had an inch or so on him which would mean a lot in this last task where the odds were so close. Balancing carefully on the last bump-outs (conspicuously larger than the rest so they could be stood on), he stretched up to reach the leaver. His fingers brushed the base of it. He sighed and stood as tall as he could, Yaoyorozu joining him only a foot or so away at her own leaver, but his focus was on reaching it. 
As she reached the last few bump-outs, she looked up, seeing Todoroki struggling to reach the leaver. Since he was only a little shorter than her, Yaoyorozu realized she likely wouldn’t make it in time. As she pulled herself up onto the platform, she ran over his weaknesses in her head, until she landed on one. Just an idea, something she’d seen a week or so ago. Carefully, she stretched up with one hand, and with the other reached across the gap between them to scribble her nails over his ribs. The results were immediate, and just what she needed. He doubled over, arms flying down to protect his ribs. She reached over a little more, wiggling her fingers against his stomach. Amazingly, he actually let out a short laugh, before stumbling backwards, and straight off of the platform, falling onto the mat below. She reached up again, standing on the very tips of her toes, and finally latched onto the leaver, yanking it down. The lights in their lane of the course flashed green, and she jumped down to meet him on the mat, offering Todoroki her hand.
Todoroki was ready to lie on the mat forever, wallowing over the fact that he just walked off the platform, but he accepted Yaoyorozu’s hand anyway. She gave him an apologetic smile. 
“I did what I had to,” She said sheepishly, “But sorry for tickling you, that was quite unprofessional.”
“It’s alright.” He said, but inside he was reeling. Tickling? Was that what those feelings were? He knew about tickling as an abstract concept but hadn’t realized that that was what was happening. He was ticklish. Suddenly, Todoroki felt the need to do some investigating. 
The next day, Midoriya had invited him over to do some last-minute studying for the exams, seeing as they were only next week. He arrived at 12:55 pm and knocked on the door. It was opened by a woman, presumably Midoriya’s mother, who greeted him with a kind smile.
“Todoroki-kun! You’re early.”
“Oh. Sorry, Midoriya-san.” He said, bowing slightly. She waved his apologies away, inviting him inside. 
“It’s been quite a while since Izuku’s had a friend over, I’m just happy that U.A. has given him so many new opportunities.” She said, leading him into their living room where Midoriya was standing next to the sofa, scrolling on his phone. He looked up and beamed when he saw Todoroki. 
“You’re early,” He chastised, “You weren’t supposed to be here till 1:30!” Oops. Todoroki had remembered the time to be there as one o'clock, but he supposed it was better to be early than late.
They set up in Midoriya’s room, spreading out various books and laptops on his bed and the floor to revise for their exams. Midoriya’s mother brought in some snacks, and they spent a few hours working on their English, Japanese and Fundamental Heroics.
At 3 pm, Midoriya closed his laptop dramatically, 
“If I have to read another word in romaji, I’m going to drop dead on the spot.” He announced. They agreed to take a break, Midoriya going to the bathroom, and Todoroki helping himself to some rice crackers. 
When Midoriya came back, he cleared some of the books off the bed and sat down next to Todoroki.
“So… what did you think of training yesterday? Kacchan and I pulled the leaver at pretty much the same time and he ended up almost fighting Aizawa over who won, it was so awkward. I’ll bet you and Yaoyorozu got on a lot better.”
Todoroki hummed. “We also were very close, but she ended up knocking me off of the platform.” 
Midoriya laughed, “I wouldn’t expect that from her! How’d she manage it?” He asked.
Todoroki felt his face heat up, slightly.
“She, um, tickled me.” He said quickly, staring at his hands.
This made Midoriya laugh even louder. “Reheally? That’s pretty underhanded of her.” 
“She apologized. I’m not sure how she knew I was… ticklish when I didn’t.”
“Wait, you didn’t know? What did you think happened when I pinched you during training last week?” 
Todoroki shrugged, fidgeting. “I don’t know, I’d never been tickled before.”
Midoriya frowned, then made a noise of understanding.
“I guess that makes sense, with your family.” He said.
Todoroki felt a sort of tension settle over the room, and tried to figure out how to break it. 
“You know,” He started, “I don’t even know where I’m ticklish…” He trailed off, unsure if Midoriya would get the bait and unsure of what he was even trying to do. 
Midoriya perked up. “Well… I could help you find out?” 
Todoroki flushed.
“I- I mean, if you want to, I wouldn’t mind.” He stammered, feeling uncharacteristically embarrassed as he fought to avoid Midoriya’s eyes.
“Sure!” Midoriya said brightly, “Lie down.”
Now feeling suddenly nervous, Todoroki shifted until he was lying on Midoriya’s bed, head resting on his pillows.
“Now…” Midoriya settled next to him, his tone shifting into something more playful, “I already know you’re ticklish on your sides-” He punctuated this by gently wiggling his fingers against Todoroki’s sides, making him gasp, and twitch at the strange sensations. “-but what about your ribs?” He asked, his hands sliding up to gently scratch at the bones. This made Todoroki jerk towards his hands, his breathing going funny. 
“This- ah, this feels weheird.” 
“Hmm, I think you mean ticklish,” Midoriya said, drawing circles on Todoroki’s ribs while he thought about the next spot.
“How about I try your stomach?” He asked, smiling playfully.
“Sure,” Todoroki replied, feeling his face burn. He thought about using his quirk to cool himself down but didn’t trust himself not to freeze Midoriya’s sheets in his flustered state. Midoriya’s hands crawled slowly towards his stomach, and the feeling of anticipation made butterflies dance in his stomach.
“Midoriya!” He said.
“What?” Midoriya replied, his hands freezing in place.
“Just- hurry up,” He huffed, trying not to fidget.
“Oh!” Midoriya said. Then, “Glady.” He dove his fingers against Todoroki’s stomach, wiggling them lightly.
That caused a reaction. A startled laugh worked its way up Todoroki’s throat, and his hands flew up to stifle it, as those electric touches made him want both squirm away and move closer. 
“How does that feel?” Midoriya asked, half teasing, half sincere.
“Tihihicklhllihihish!” He cried, his giggles breaking through his hands. 
Midoriya beamed, scratching a little harder and fully grinning when Todoroki began to squirm, one hand fisting into his sheets and the other clamped over his lips to no avail as he laughed freely.
“Plehehehase!” His laugh was cute, surprisingly high-pitched, and a little desperate. Midoriya fought the urge not to ‘aww’ out loud.
“Please what?” Midoriya asked.
“Ihi dohon’t knohohow!”
Midoriya shot him a bemused look. “If you don’t know then why are you asking?”
He let his hands crawl around, grinning when Todoroki started to thrash as they floated over to his hips.
“Hmm,” Midoirya said, “I wonder if-” 
He jerked his hands down, squeezing Todoroki’s hips and laughing at the shout of laughter that escaped him. Todoroki bucked his hips, kicking his feet as the hand that had been feebly covering his mouth came up to cover his eyes.
“Ihihit’s sohoho bahahad!” He cried, “Mihihdorihiyaha, nohohoho!”
Usually, Midoriya was a merciful person, but today he felt like being a little cruel. He pushed Todoroki’s shirt up with one hand and then latched back onto his hips. Despite not knowing what was about to happen, Todoroki’s laughter became desperate as Midoriya leaned down, his lips touching Todoroki’s stomach. Then, he blew as hard as he could, drilling his thumbs into Todoroki’s hips. The effects were instantaneous. He squealed, his hands shooting down to push at Midoriya’s head as he squirmed uselessly underneath him.
“STOHOHOP! STOPSTOPSTOP PLEHEHEAHASE, IHIHIT’S TOHOHO MUHUHUCH!”
Finally, Midoriya leaned back, watching him with a satisfied grin.
Todoroki was panting, his cheeks flushed as he watched Midoriya through teary eyes. He pulled down his shirt, still giggling, and sat up.
“Thahat- that wahas, um, a lot.” He said.
Midoriya frowned, “Sorry if I got carried away, I’m just not used to seeing you smile or hearing you laugh.”
“It’s okay,” Todoroki replied, “I… didn’t mind. And I might not mind doing it again,” He trailed off into a mumble as he avoided Midoriya’s bright smile.
“Okay!” He said happily, “We can hang out as much as you like!”
Maybe, Todoroki thought, this whole thing wouldn’t be so bad.
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year
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I exist only to post pics where I think Seb looks small
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familyofpaladins · 6 months
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Me: I have this idea for a fic! I think it will be about 9-10k words! A good amount! Not too little not too much!
*10k words later*
Me: .... I'm only half done. Haha... ha O_O
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6-2-aestheticsofhate · 3 months
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sometimes streaming a movie with a friend and having two very different icons conjures a very funny picture. me (ferryman) and my friend columbo watching beverly hills chihuahua 1 and 2 together
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